Wolf Chronicles, Book 3, Excerpt: “Julian” – by Masterskrain (Complete 8-Part Story)

(1)

Wolf and I walked down Folsom St., working our way through the crowd of men filling the streets for blocks around for the annual “Up Your Alley” street fair. Wolf was wearing his combat boots, a pair of leather chastity briefs padlocked closed, and the slave chains, steel restraints locked around his wrists connected to his steel collar by a thick chain. He also had ankle shackles on, so he had to move rather slowly since he could not take long steps. I held the leash running from the front of his collar so he couldn’t get separated from me in the crowd. His hair was pony-tailed right behind his head, but from there it hung loose down his broad back, flowing like an ebony waterfall all the way to his waist.

I was in my tall Wesco Logger boots, a leather kilt with nothing under it, of course, my leather wrist gauntlets and mirrored sunglasses, with my short blonde hair spiked. I was carrying our driver’s licenses, some cash, and a couple of credit cards in a pocket, since there were vendors and food stalls at the event, and Wolf didn’t have anywhere to carry anything in his tight briefs. Neither of us had on a shirt or vest, since we had left them in Wolf’s car in the city garage, and I wanted to show off our muscles to the crowd.

As we mingled with the hot men filling the street, I heard lots of comments like “Wow, look at them”, or “Damn, what a hot stud!” I grinned at Wolf, and he winked back. I knew he was totally turned on, since he was a natural exhibitionist. As a matter of fact, so was I, and I was loving the attention. Of course there were hundreds, if not thousands of hot men out and about, so were not the only hot couple attending. I saw literally dozens and dozens of amazingly well built guys, both tops and bottoms walking the streets that day.

We had a really great time, chatting with friends from the bars, having hot men ask if they could feel my muscles, or Wolf’s muscles, run their fingers through his hair, suck both of our nipples, lick our boots, and more. I had to bet that we had our pictures taken at least 2 or 3 dozen times during the day.       We also got at least ten or fifteen outright propositions for sex, either with both of us with one partner, or even some groups wanting us to basically join in a scheduled orgy at a private dungeon. I told everyone thanks for the invites, but we did have plans for later, even though we didn’t. It seemed the most diplomatic way out of the propositions.

It was enjoyable to sit for a while at one of the snack booths that were set up, munching on a burger and fries while Wolf knelt in front of me licking my boots. Every so often I would pull slightly on his leash and he would lift his head so I could feed him a french fry. By the number of guys taking pictures, and just watching, apparently others found it hot and erotic as well.

We both got our boots polished to a high gloss at the boot-blacking tent that was set up, and even found some interesting pieces of jewelry from one of the vendors that had booths set up along Folsom Street. I wasn’t a big jewelry wearer, but they did have a pendant that looked good against my chest, nestled in the valley between my pecs. Wolf bought it for me as a present, and I told him I would “Thank” him later at home in the dungeon! He grinned and said “Yes, Sir! This slave is looking forward to it, Sir!”

Finally, as it started to get on towards the afternoon, the crowd started to thin out slightly. I suggested to Wolf that we needed to work our way back towards 9th. Street, so we could get to the car eventually. Also, the Powerhouse bar was on the way, so I thought we might stop in for a short time, try to get a seat, and relax for a bit.

As we worked our way through the crowd towards the Powerhouse, I heard a voice behind me say “Excuse me, Eric, Eric Kurtz, is that you?”

I turned to see who was calling my name. I saw a very muscular young man with shaggy black hair grinning at me. I thought he was kind of familiar looking, but I just couldn’t quite place where I had seen him before. He could tell I was having trouble remembering him.

“Hello, Sir, I’m Julian King, from the restaurant drive thru window, up near Truckee. You went through there a while ago in the 57 Chevy convertible.”

I remembered him then. “Oh yeah, the guy with the impressive guns” I grinned.

He chuckled. “Yeah, That’s me. But WOW, you guys ARE built! I knew you were, even seeing you sitting down, but, holy shit, you are both unreal! Woof!”

Wolf and I both laughed. “How are you doing, kid? Good to see you again. By the way, this is Wolf, my slave. I know you weren’t introduced before.”

Julian smiled. “Damn, Sir, you lucky stud! You get to have this hunk on the end of your leash!”

Wolf blushed slightly as I laughed. I knew he loved people saying things like that! He didn’t say anything, as a good slave should, but just bowed slightly towards Julian. Julian grinned at the gesture.

“Of course, I wouldn’t mind being on your leash either, Sir” he said, with a sly smile.

I looked at Wolf briefly, and saw the glint in his eyes, and his quick wink. I knew we were both thinking the same thing, that Julian could end up in the Torture Chamber before the day was over!

“Well, boy, that could happen, but, the first rule of slaves for me, to be able to be collared and leashed, is that they don’t wear shirts! If you have a good body, then show it off. Especially here, on Folsom St!”

Julian said “Yes, Sir”, and immediately peeled off his tight black Under Armor muscle shirt. My eyes widened when I saw his body. Damn, he was built, and ripped! Nice thick, bulky pecs capped by erect low riding nipples, tight abs complete with veins disappearing under his belt-line, flaring lats, and cannonball delts, not to mention the thick veined biceps and forearms!

“Turn around, boy. Let me see your back!” I ordered him.

Julian obediently turned, and then flexed his back muscles in a rear double biceps pose, showing off his wide shoulders and lats, and his amazing back development. The striations in his muscles stood out all the way down his lower back to his belt line.

“Shit, boy, you DO have a hell of a body as well! Do you compete often, or what?” I was amazed at his physique. He was almost as well built as Wolf.

“Yes, Sir, I actually was in a contest last week. Actually won my weight class, and finished third overall. The two guys that came in ahead of me really deserved to win, though.”

“Well, cool! Another competition bodybuilder to add to my collection! Great!” I told him.

Both Wolf and Julian looked at me for a second before they both started laughing! I knew that Wolf knew I was just needling him a little, which he loved. Julian just laughed. I had a pretty good idea what was going through his head, though!

“Hell, boy, with a body like that, you should be hanging around in my Dungeon. I can think of a lot of ways to work you over!”

Julian actually shivered slightly, in spite of the heat.

“Damn, that’s hot, Sir. I’d love to be hanging in your Dungeon, having both of you working on me. I have been dreaming about that ever since I saw you that day. Sir, I’m just asking, but would you like to use me, Sir, both of you? I’m willing to try to endure whatever you want to do to me, Sir. “

I looked into his eyes, and smiled slowly. “You’ll do whatever I tell you to do, boy?”

“Yes, Sir, anything, Sir!”

“Good, boy. Now, one more question, and I’m totally serious about this. Do you want to be Tortured? Not played with, not some pretend scene, but real Torture! I won’t injure you, I don’t do that, but you will be made to endure real Torture! Are you up for that?”

Julian shivered slightly, swallowed deeply, and said; “Yes, Sir. I want to be made to endure real Torture. It’s been a fantasy of mine for years. I think it’s one of the reasons that I push myself so hard in the gym. It’s a form of self-inflicted Torture and suffering!”

I turned to Wolf and told him to lean up against the wall, and put his hands behind his head. He complied, even though he had to work his arms around a little to get the chain running from the collar to the wrist restraints in position so he could raise his hands that high.

I looked at Julian and said “You like his muscles, boy? You like those nipples and his rings?”

Julian nodded his head and murmured “Damn, he’s hot, Sir. Beautiful huge tits, and I love his abs and lats, too!”

“Good, boy. Show him how much you like them. Suck those nipples until I tell you to stop!”

Julian moaned and leaned in to take Wolf’s left nipple into his mouth. It was easy for Julian to do, since he seemed to be an inch or two shorter then Wolf, which would make him about 5’6”. Wolf groaned in pleasure at the feel of the hot mouth on his tit, and the hands stroking his muscles. Julian’s hands worked up and down Wolf’s torso, stroking his ribs and abs while he sucked first one nipple, then the other. Wolf’s chest rose and fell rapidly, showing me that he was getting more and more turned on by the second. I knew he loved showing off, and having his body worshiped right out on the street was a real rush for him!

Julian kept working on Wolf’s thick, ringed nipples for a good 10 minutes as guys started to stand around and watch the tit worship. Part of the reason Wolf was moaning almost constantly was the pleasure that he was getting from the nipple sucking and muscle worship, but I also figured that his cock and nuts were hurting since he would be trying to get an erection. He was wearing a particularly fiendish jock under the chastity shorts, a jock with small pins on the inside of the pouch! I could imagine that his swelling cock was pressing against the pins, and forcing his nuts against them as well, adding to his discomfort.

I let Julian suck his tits for another minute or so before I grabbed his hair, and forced his face into Wolf’s right armpit.

“Lick it out, boy”, I growled.

Julian almost went nuts, licking and tonguing Wolf’s hot, deep armpit, lapping up all the sweat and breathing deeply, inhaling the musky scent. making Wolf moan loudly again. Julian seemed to be trying to bury his entire face in Wolf’s armpit, moaning even as he was nipping and sucking the sensitive skin.

After a minute or so, I pulled Julian from Wolf’s right pit, and shoved his face into the left armpit. Julian started sucking the sweat, and licking again, as Wolf moaned louder.

The crowd was getting a bit bigger, attracted by Wolf’s moaning, I guess, so I decided to give them a bit of a show. After a minute or so, I pulled Julian back away from Wolf. I grabbed Wolf’s leash and pulled him close to my face.

“Did you like that, slave? Having that muscleboy sucking your tits and eating out your pits, boy?”

“Oh yes, Sir, it was very good, Master!”

Then I grabbed a handful of Julian’s thick black hair and pulled him close as well.

“Did you like sucking those slave tits, boy?”

“Yes, Sir, I loved it, Sir. I LOVE sucking hard nipples, and worshiping hard muscles, Sir!” he panted.

“Good, both of you. Now I have something for you both!” I growled before pulling both arms up and doing a full double bicep pose.

Julian whispered; “Oh My GOD!” when he saw my muscles flexing in front of him, waiting for him to worship them.

I heard a moan from the crowd as I told the boys “Get your faces in there!”

Both boys leaned in and started licking my armpits, and stroking my muscles. God, it felt great to have two hot, submissive muscleboys worshiping my body and especially out in public! Their tongues licked my sensitive armpits, sending a chill down my back in spite of the warmth of the afternoon. I felt my cock getting hard, trying to tent out the front of my heavy leather kilt, knowing that if it was cloth, it would be standing straight out!

I let the boys clean out my armpits for a couple more minutes, even as the crowd grew, and I heard cameras going off as visitors took pictures. I had no problem with that, since I liked to show off a bit.

Finally I told the boys to back off just a bit. I put my arms down, flexed my pecs and said; “Now, worship those nipples!”

Wolf and Julian immediately leaned back in and started sucking my erect tits. Damn, I loved having two hot, sucking mouths working on my nipples at the same time! I grabbed a handful of each boy’s hair and pressed their faces deeper into my pecs. Both boys moaned as they sucked and nibbled of my tits, licking and worshiping the erect knots of sensitive flesh.

I held them like that for a good 5 minutes, loving the feeling of their nipple worship, and enjoying watching the crowd of hot leathermen and boys watching us!

“Yeah, make love to those Nipples, boys! Show me how much you want them! Suck those tits, boys! Use those fucking hot mouths! Yeah, work them nice and hard, and I’ll give you both a reward in the Torture Chamber when we get home!”

Julian moaned louder when I said “Torture Chamber”, which let me know exactly what he wanted! Of course I knew that Wolf would welcome any excuse to be bound and Tortured, so I was pretty sure it was going to be a really fun night! I was looking forward to having two hard bodied bodybuilder boys stretched and helpless in my Dungeon, just waiting for me to Torture them to their limits!

Finally, I pulled both boys away from my chest by their hair. I pointed at Wolf, and snapped my fingers, and pointed down. He immediately dropped to his knees and began licking one of my boots.

“You said you wanted to be on my leash, boy. But to do that, you have to be collared, and to do THAT, you have to prove to me you are worth it. Are you willing to do that, boy?” I growled to Julian.

“Yes, Sir. I’ll do ANYTHING to be collared by you, Sir! I’ve been dreaming about that since I saw you guys at the restaurant, Sir.” he moaned.

“All right, boy. Start right now. Go to work on the other boot, boy!” I snarled.

Julian immediately dropped to his knees and started to lick my other boot. I heard more cameras going off as I stood there, muscles glistening with sweat, stripped to the waist in just a leather kilt, and my tall boots, with those boots being worshiped by a pair of muscled, shirtless slave-boys!

I could hear comments from the crowd like “Fuck, that’s hot!” and “Damn, what a stud, and the slaves are hot, too!” I had to admit, it was a real turn-on for me!

I let the boys lick and worship my boots for about 10 minutes before ordering them back up to stand in front of me.

I looked at Julian and asked him; “All right, boy. A couple of questions. Do you have a car here, and where are you staying? Also, when do you have to head home?”

“Sir, I came down on the bus, so no car to worry about. I’m staying in a small motel a couple of blocks from here, and have a room for another ten days. I took my two weeks vacation to come down, Sir.”

“O.K. Boy. We will go and get your stuff from your motel, and you can check out and stay with us if you want. We live on the other side of the bridge, up in Sausalito, so you won’t be in the city proper, but you can get back to visit whenever you want to. Wolf and I come to the city pretty often, so you won’t miss anything.”

“Oh, yes, Sir! That sounds great! The motel is kinda pricey, but then again there are few cheap motels anywhere in San Francisco, so that will help, Sir. I can help with anything you want me to do, Sir. I’m a good cook, and I’ll do anything to serve both you, and Wolf, Sir!”

I gave a short yank on Wolf’s leash, he stood up and the three of us headed to the city garage where we had parked early this morning. I had to unlock Wolf’s slave chains and remove his shackles so he could drive safely. Once we got the car, Wolf’s Mustang convertible, we headed to Julian’s motel so he could get his clothes and check out. We headed through the city to work our way towards the Golden Gate Bridge to head home. Julian and I chatted while Wolf drove. I asked him about his health status, and he assured me that he was clean, and disease free. Julian told me that he got checked every six months, even if he hadn’t had sex with any guys for a while.

I also asked him why he hadn’t called to let us know he was coming down to the city. Julian looked a little sheepish and told me that he had misplaced my card, but that he was planning on using the Phone directory to find my number. I told him that being careless enough to lose my card would get him some extra Torture time in the Dungeon!

He smiled and said “Yes, Sir! I deserve it, Sir, for being so careless, Sir. Thank you, Sir!”

 

(2)

It took a while to get through the traffic in downtown San Francisco, but eventually we crossed the bridge and arrived at the house. Once we went inside, I told Julian to drop his gear in one of the spare bedrooms, and then to follow Wolf and me downstairs .

Julian gasped when he saw the main room of the Torture Chamber, and I asked him; “Is this what you have been dreaming about, boy?”

He looked around and said “Oh fuck yes, Sir! I’ve been dreaming about being bound someplace like this! I’ve wanted it for years, but have had almost no chance to actually do anything like it. There aren’t really any guys into the Leather scene close to where I live. I started the bodybuilding to hopefully make it easier to maybe meet guys, but it turns out my body responded really quickly, so I kept it up!

“Haven’t you ever hooked up with guys at contests and the like?”

“Oh, yes Sir, but mostly they are guys that want to suck my cock, or feel my muscles, nobody that wants to tie me up and Torture me! I’ve even been to bed with a couple of nationally ranked, really famous bodybuilders, but the most unusual thing that has happened is that I once was fucked by one while another had his cock in my mouth! But, that was about a year or so ago.”

“Well, boy, your desire to be Tortured is about to be realized! Wolf, take him!”

Wolf had been standing behind Julian while we talked, and now he grabbed his right arm, and bent it up behind his back! Julian started to struggle, and said “What the hell?” before I grinned at him.

“Don’t worry, boy, he’ll be gentle as long as you don’t struggle, but fight against him, and you’ll learn what pain is all about!”

Julian relaxed, since I think he figured out that this was just part of his scene. Wolf force-marched him over to the center of the room, under one of the ceiling beams. Within a couple of minutes, he was standing spread-eagled under the beam, thick steel shackles locked around his wrists, and around his ankles over his boots. I stood in front of him and stroked my fingertips down his chest, over his ribs and down across his abs. Julian moaned softly and shivered involuntarily when I started to lightly run a fingertip across his nipples. His tits instantly got hard, the small tips standing out from his pecs. His nipples were nowhere as large as Wolf’s, but it sure seemed that they were just as sensitive!

“Slave, come here” I ordered Wolf. He immediately stepped to my side, his hands behind his back, his head down.

“Look at him, slave. Do you like what you see, boy?” I growled.

“Yes, Sir. He’s very hot, Sir.” Wolf answered.

I could tell Wolf was turned on by the muscled body stretched in front of him. A glaze of sweat glistened on his body, and I could see his crotch bulging, even with the pinpoints on the inside of his jock. I imagined they hurt, which turned Wolf on even more!

“O.K. Slave, suck those nipples!” I ordered.

Wolf immediately leaned in and took Julian’s right nipple into his mouth. Julian groaned and writhed at the feel of the mouth sucking his tit. I knew he was totally turned on as well.

“I’m going up and change, slave. You keep at him, keep him excited until I get back. That’s an order, boy” I growled to Wolf. He nodded his head while seemingly doubling his assault on Julian’s nipples.

Julian moaned louder as Wolf chewed and twisted his tits, and licked and nibbled his open, shaved armpits. Wolf’s hands stroked up and down Julian’s chest and back, feeling each muscle.

I went upstairs and changed into my chaps and tall Biker boots. When I got back into the dungeon, Wolf was standing behind Julian, licking his shoulders with his arms wrapped around Julian’s ribcage, twisting his nipples. Both of their bodies were glistening with sweat, which just turned me on even more.

Julian gasped “Oh, Fuck!” when he saw the way I was dressed. I figured that my look turned him on as much as it turned on Wolf. I grinned at him, since I knew this was going to be a fun couple of hours to start with!

“Wolf, come here!” He stepped in front of me, and knelt. “Do you like his look, boy?”

“Oh yes, Sir. He has a great body, Sir.”

“Do you want to help me Torture him, boy?”

“SIR, YES, SIR!”

“O.K. Boy, strip his pants off, then put his boots back on.”

“Sir, Yes, Sir!”

I handed Wolf the key for the ankle shackles, which he unlocked. Julian pulled his feet back together, waiting. Wolf unlaced his boots, and slipped them off, then undid Julian’s belt. Julian moaned when Wolf started to unfasten his denims. I was betting he was totally aroused and turned on! When Wolf dropped his pants, and Julian’s erect cock sprang up, I knew I was right!

Julian had a nice sized cock of about 7 inches, veined and slightly curved upward. His nuts hung down a couple of inches below his cock. We both noticed that he was still smooth, and hairless since he had been in the bodybuilding contest just a short while before. Wolf slipped Julian’s boots back on and retied them before fastening the shackles around his ankles again.

Julian now stood nearly naked in the Torture Chamber, stripped down to just his boots. His muscles rippled under his skin as he breathed deeply, trying to steady his nerves as he was waiting to see what was going to happen to him. I could tell he was both excited being bound like this, and a little scared, too. I explained my dungeon rules to him, and told him about the use of my safe words.

I looked into his eyes and said; “Boy, don’t worry. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen.”

He nodded his head and said; “Yes, Sir. I trust you totally, Sir. Whatever you want to do to me, I’ll endure it for you, Sir!”

I grinned at him. “Yes, boy. I always take care of my toys, don’t I, Wolf?”

Wolf stood at attention and said “Sir, Yes, Sir!”

When he did that, I knew what he wanted. I took my keys and unlocked the small padlock on the waistband of his chastity shorts, and ordered him to strip down to his boots, just like Julian. Within a minute, Wolf stood in front of me, his hands by his side, at strict attention. I took another pair of steel shackles and locked them around Wolf’s wrists. I ordered him to stand under the beam facing Julian, about 4 feet in front of him as I stretched his arms up, and fastened his restraints to the beam. I put a spreader bar between his ankles, and locked them. They now stood facing each other, naked, sweating, and awaiting whatever Tortures I was going to submit them to.

I took a pair of the alligator clamps connected by a small chain, and clamped them on Wolf’s nipples . He gasped at the sharp pain in his tits, but his cock immediately started to rise to a full erection, which happened whenever I tortured his nipples.

Then, I took another set of the alligator clamps, and set them on Julian’s nipples so they bit deeply into the flesh of his tits. He groaned, and writhed, his muscles flexing and bulging under his gleaming skin. I knew he wasn’t used to this level of pain in his nipples, but I wanted to see just how strong he was, and what his endurance levels were. Then, I took a short length of heavier chain and using a pair of carabiner clips, I attached the ends to the centers of the chains between the boy’s tit clamps. Both slaves groaned at the added pulling on their already Tortured nipples. They stood facing each other with their nipple clamps essentially connected together, so if one boy struggled or even moved very much, it would increase the level of Torture that their tits were having to endure.

The sight was so exciting that I gave in to my impulses. I leaned in and started to lick out Julian’s right armpit. His lats were so developed that his armpits were almost 6 inches wide. I tongued the hot, sweaty skin, feeling the stubble where his pit hair was starting to grow back in. His sweat tasted different then Wolf’s but it was good, none the less. Julian moaned as I licked his muscled body. I glanced over and saw Wolf was watching me. He gave me a small grin, so I knew he was turned on watching me worship another hot muscle-boy’s physique.

I worked on Julian’s armpits for a couple more minutes before switching over and starting to lap the sweat from Wolf’s deep, straining armpits. I knew that the feel of my licking his pits was a huge turn-on for him, so I took my time, licking as much of his sweat as I could before announcing to both slaves; “O.K. Enough pleasure, now it’s time for the Torture contest to start!”

Both boys moaned as I hung a 2 pound weight in the middle of the chain connecting their nipple clamps, stretching their tits even further from their chests. They both were arching their backs to try to relieve the pulling on their nipples, but it wasn’t helping.

“Now, get ready. Both of you will have to endure a back flogging in sets of 25 strokes. Just remember, if you flinch or move, it will be hurting not only your tits, but the other boy’s as well!”

With that, I ran my hands down the middle of Wolf’s hair, separating it in the middle. I flipped it forward, between his neck and his raised arms on each side, exposing his muscled back and shoulders for the flogging. I picked up one of my favorite floggers, and began to slowly work it across Wolf’s glistening brown back. He groaned as the leather tails slashed across his thickly muscled back again and again. Despite his best efforts, his body jerked involuntarily at each hit of the flogger, pulling on the chain and causing the weight to swing.

Julian moaned in agony as the clamps pulled cruelly at his swollen, stretched tits. His chest heaved as he struggled to endure the nipple Torture. Of course, he had NO way of knowing that the worst was yet to come. His Torture was just beginning.

I finally finished flogging Wolf’s back for the first set. His muscles were striped and red from the torture, but his cock was still rock hard. I slowly stroked my hand up and down Julian’s sweaty back, feeling every bulge of his solid muscles. Then, I trailed the flogger tails up and down Julian’s back, causing him to writhe and moan in anticipation. I finally swung the flogger for Julian’s first flogging, causing him to jump, and scream at the pain both across his hard back, and in his suddenly stretched tits. Wolf moaned as well as the sharp pain.

“Hold still, boy, or it’s gonna hurt a LOT more!” I growled in his ear.

He gasped out a soft; “Yes, Sir. I’ll try Sir, but I’ve never been flogged before, Sir!”

I snarled; “Well, you are about to be, boy. You wanted Torture, and you are gonna be Tortured, boy!”

I swung the flogger again, slamming the leather tails into Julian’s stretched, straining back muscles.

He groaned, but managed to keep himself from flinching. Again, and again the flogger slashed across his back, turning it red, and starting to raise some welts.

When I counted out the 25th stroke, Julian sobbed, and choked out “Oh, God, thank you, Sir! I’ve needed that for SO long, Sir!”

I gave him an evil grin, and then hung a second 2 pound weight on the chain between their nipples. Both boys groaned at the additional stretching of their tits.

“I forgot to mention that I will be adding weight between each set of floggings until one of you breaks, and can’t endure any more! I figure that will speed things along!”

I continued the flogging Tortures until each boy had endured 100 strokes of the flogger, and there were 8 pounds suspended from the chain.

When I went to hang the 5th weight on the chain, Julian finally broke down, and started to scream; “Please, Sir, NO MORE! Slave Wolf wins, Sir. Slave Wolf is MUCH stronger then I am, Sir. I admit it! I can’t take any more, PLEASE! Oh God, my tits feel like they are being torn off and my back’s on fire, SIR! PLEASE, Sir, no more! I’ll do ANYTHING!”

I gave him an evil grin, and hung the weight on the chain!

He shrieked even louder, and began to sob. “Oh shit, oh shit, PLEASE, Sir. Take them off, PLEASE!”

I let him scream for another 10 seconds or so and finally started removing the weights. Even Wolf looked relieved, as his nipples had been stretched just as savagely as Julian’s, and no matter how tough his tits were, I knew that it had to hurt like hell! Both Julian’s and Wolf’s tits were pulled a good 4 inches out from their pec muscles.

When the weights were removed from the chain, I unhooked the chain from the boys tit clamps. Stepping in front of Wolf, I reached up and unclamped both of his tits at the same time! He shrieked in pain, his muscles flexing and straining against his shackles. His cock jumped to a full erection, and I thought for a couple of moments that he was going to shoot a load right there.

He screamed even harder when I started to roll his nipples with my fingers to get the circulation back in them. His entire body writhed in pain, sweat pouring down his chest and heaving abs.

Finally, I let go of Wolf’s tits, and turned to face Julian. He was whimpering in anticipation of the agony he was going to have to endure. I reached for his tits, and he moaned in fear. I squeezed the clamps open, and pulled them from his nipples. Julian let out an ear-splitting scream of pure agony as the clamps released his battered tits. He screamed even louder when I began to roll his nipples to get the circulation back in them. I tortured his tits for another minute or two before letting go of them, and leaning in to take his right tit into my mouth. I sucked his nipple for a short while before switching to his left nipple.

When I finally stood up in front of him, Julian moaned weakly, and his knees buckled, leaving his entire body weight supported by his arms. He was gasping for air as a result of his tortures.

“Boy, are you willing to continue? I won’t push you harder if you can’t take it.”

He lifted his head, and struggled back to his feet.

“No, Sir, I don’t want to stop. I lost, and I want you to punish me for losing, Sir. Please, Sir, Torture me any way you want, Sir. I REALLY need it. I just haven’t been really tortured before so it was somewhat more then I was really expecting. But, since I now know what to expect, Sir, I am willing to endure it, Sir.”

I grinned evilly into his face. “Good to hear, boy! As a reward for being honest, you WILL be Tortured, and Tortured hard! As a matter of fact, you are going to be Tortured until you are screaming, boy! We are gonna see just how strong those big muscles of yours are, boy!”

 

(3)

Julian moaned, but nodded his head. I could tell he wanted to be pushed to the limit.

Within a couple of minutes I had Julian stretched out tight on the rack. His chest lifted, with every rib rippling under his skin. Julian had beautifully developed muscles that looked like rocks under his tanned skin. He wasn’t quite as big as Wolf, but he was every bit as well developed.

I released Wolf from his bondage, and cuffed his hands together behind his back. Leading him into the room where the rack was, I ordered him to start licking Julian’s chest. As Wolf bent down and began to lap up the sweat flowing down Julian’s ribcage, I began to turn the crank on the rack, stretching Julian more and more. He began to groan and grunt with pain at each click of the rack.

“You like this, boy?” I taunted him.

“Oh hell yes, Sir! The rack has always been my biggest fantasy, Sir!” Julian panted. “I used to get so turned on watching things like the old Hercules movies and T.V. shows with someone being tortured on the rack! It would make me cum every time, Sir!”

“Well, good boy. So now you can experience it for real! And yes, you can scream all you want, boy! No one can hear you!” I grinned at Julian as I turned the crank another two notches.

He moaned again even louder as the stretching began to really hurt. Wolf began to concentrate his licking and sucking on Julian’s nipples, causing him to writhe in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Julian’s cock was totally erect, so I guessed that he really was turned on by being racked.

Julian looked amazing, stretched on the rack, his ribcage lifted and expanded, his muscled torso streaming with sweat. As I turned the crank another notch, he finally started screaming in pain, as the stretching of his joints and muscles really started to hurt. His cock never softened, though, so I knew that deep down, he was a true masochist, just like Wolf.

“Wolf, suck him off!” I ordered. Wolf immediately took Julian’s erect, streaming cock into his mouth, and began to go down on the shaft until the entire length was in his mouth, then pulling up until just the head was between his lips.

Julian screamed even louder as I stretched him more the entire time Wolf was sucking his cock, adding to his torture.

Within a couple of minutes he began to shriek “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Sir. Oh GOD. OH GOD. Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK!”

Finally, his abs convulsed and rippled as he shot into Wolf’s mouth. Wolf swallowed the load of sperm, worked his mouth up and down the length of the screaming, writhing boy’s cock for another minute to add to his Torture, then finally straightened up. I grinned at him, knowing how much he loved the taste of cum, then looked down at Julian, still gasping for air on the rack.

“You like that, boy? You want more?”

“Yesss” he hissed between clenched teeth. “Please, Sir. More, Sir!”

I sneered at him and turned the crank another two clicks. A deep scream of total agony erupted from Julian’s throat. He shrieked again and again, trying to writhe in pain. He was stretched so tight that while his muscles flexed and rippled under his sweaty skin, he could barely move.

“Yeah, boy, THAT’S what I like! Watching a muscle-boy suffer while enduring real Torture! And just think, this is just the first day! You have another 8 or 9 days to go, if you can endure it for that long, boy!”

“Oh, God, yes, Sir. I want it, Sir. I NEED it, Sir!”

“Good to hear, boy. But, I’m not going to work you TOO hard today! I don’t want to wear you out too soon!”

With that, I unlocked Wolf’s hands from behind his back, ordered him to watch, and climbed up on the rack and sat down on Julian’s abs. He groaned when I reached out and began to squeeze and twist his nipples. He looked up into my eyes with an expression that was equal parts fear and lust. This boy was darn near Wolf’s equal when it came to desiring Torture! I brutalized his already swollen, tender nipples for just a few minutes before sliding up onto his chest. I grabbed handful of Julian’s hair and pulled his head forward. Moving a bit further, I drove my hard cock into his waiting mouth. I moaned at the feel of his almost desperate sucking of my cock. Then to add to my sensory overload, Wolf stepped up alongside the Torture rack, reached out to me, and began to roll my tits between his strong fingers.

Between the sight of Wolf’s glistening muscles, the feel of the pleasure Torture of my tits, and the hot mouth sucking my cock, I couldn’t hold out any longer! With a loud “Oh, FUCK YES”, I filled Julian’s mouth with what felt like a huge load of sperm!

He coughed, but managed to swallow my entire load of cum.

When I pulled out of his mouth, Julian gasped; “Oh fuck! Thank you, Sir! I’ve wanted that for SO long! Your cum is SO good, Sir!”

I grinned down at him. “Oh, we aren’t done by a long shot, boy! Wolf, get up here, and fuck his mouth!” Julian moaned.

Wolf clambered up on the rack and sat on Julian’s straining ribcage. Julian opened his mouth for his second load of sperm. Wolf’s thick 8” slid into his hot mouth, drawing a groan from Wolf.

“Aw, fuck, that’s a hot mouth, Sir!” he growled as he began to fuck Julian’s mouth.

I loved watching Wolf’s muscles flexing and rippling under his sweat soaked skin as he thrust his cock in and out of the Torture slave’s mouth. His hair was plastered to his broad back as he raped Julian’s mouth.

To add to Julian’s suffering, I turned the crank, getting another couple of clicks out of the winch. I could hear him trying to scream even as his mouth was filled with Wolf’s cock.

Within a couple of minutes, Wolf began to growl deeply in his throat, which I knew meant that he was about to cum. In another minute Wolf drove his cock all the way into Julian’s mouth, and shot his load, his muscles straining and flexing. Julian swallowed as fast as he could, Wolf’s cum flowing down his throat.

Finally, Wolf slid back, his orgasm finished. He was gasping for air, breathing heavily, his huge chest rising and falling.

“Oh God, that’s good, Sir!” he gasped, turning to look at me. “We need to keep him around for a while, I think, Sir!”

I grinned at him as he slid off Julian’s glistening chest.

“Yeah, I was kinda thinking the same thing. Maybe I’ll release him from the rack and just put him into storage for a while. After all, he’s our prisoner for the next 10 days or so and I don’t want to use him up on the first day. He’s got a LOT more Torture to endure!”

Julian moaned when I said that!

“But, before I do, there’s one thing I want to do…” I said before turning to Julian and bending down to bury my face in his deep left armpit. Julian moaned again loudly as I began to lick the sweat from his taut skin, feeling the straining tendons and muscles in his pit with my tongue.

“Oh yes, Oh FUCK yes!” Julian moaned. “God, that feels good, Sir!”

I licked the sweat from Julian’s pits and chewed on his already swollen, tender tits for just a few more minutes before standing back from the rack and gazing imperiously down at his helpless body.

Julian was stretched so tightly on the rack that he was having a hard time drawing a breath. He was gasping for air, his muscles rippling with each labored breath.

I tuned to Wolf who knelt next to me and told him to release Julian. He nodded “Yes, Sir”, and released the latch on the winch. Wolf slowly turned the crank, to gradually release the strain on Julian’s muscles and joints. Within a couple of minutes, both boys were kneeling in front of me, awaiting my next order. I grinned down at them, thoroughly enjoying the sight of two hot, sweaty bodybuilder boys kneeling, anxious to serve me in any way that I ordered them to.

“All right, slaves, let’s go upstairs. I think it’s time to relax a little. I don’t want to do TOO much too quickly, don’t you agree?”

Wolf quickly said “Yes, Sir!”

The boys followed me out of the Torture Chamber, and upstairs to the master bedroom. When we went into the bathroom, Julian just said “Wow” at the sight of the custom shower that I had installed. There was plenty of room for the three of us, and with multiple shower heads, it was a very refreshing experience, especially when I had two hot muscleboys washing my body in the hot, steamy shower. I loved the feel of four hands feeling every muscle, stroking and caressing them. It was a great way to cap off the day, especially when Wolf, who knew what I loved, indicated to Julian that he should start sucking one of my nipples. When Julian went down on my left tit, Wolf started sucking my right nipple. I loved the feel of leaning back on the warm wall, with gentle mists of steamy hot water flowing across my body while two hot mouths sucked my erect tits.

We luxuriated in the shower for a good ten minutes before I reluctantly told the boys it was time to get out. We finally exited and got dried off, then grabbed some casual clothes and headed downstairs to the living room. Julian looked around the house wide-eyed.

“Wow, Sir, this is a really beautiful home! It’s got everything you need, it looks like…a Torture Chamber, great views of the bay, and even a hot slave to take care of your every need!”

Wolf laughed at his comment. “Well, I do try.”

I chuckled at their banter, then realized that I was getting to be a bit hungry. I hadn’t eaten anything since the burger on Dore.

“Hey guys, I’m getting a bit peckish. Anyone else hungry?”

Wolf said; “Well, now that you do mention it, Sir, I am too. Julian’s hot load of cum was tasty, but not very filling!”

Julian grinned; “Thanks, but I bet it wasn’t as tasty as the two loads I got to swallow! Yum!”

We all laughed, then Julian said “Sir, I love to cook. Would you mind if I see what I can make?”

“Sure, boy. I’ll have Wolf show you where everything is in the kitchen, and you can have at it!’”

We went into the kitchen and Julian’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

“Damn, Sir, I’ve dreamed of a kitchen like this! It’s a full gourmet set-up! It’s beautiful!”

“Thanks. We like it. There should be enough stuff here for a couple of good meals, steaks, chops, chicken and stuff like that, and we usually go shopping once a week, so if there”s anything special you might want, just let Wolf know.”

I left the two boys in the kitchen, and went into the living room to relax and wait for dinner. I was starting to think the next nine or ten days were going to be a LOT of fun with two hot muscleboys to wait on me hand and foot!

After a couple of minutes Wolf came into the living room, and sat on the floor at my feet. I sighed softly as he leaned his head against my leg. I loved the fact that he knew when I was in a contemplative mood, and just wanted some company and casual contact, rather then something more active.

I looked down at my husband to be, and asked him; “Well, what do you think? Is he hot, or what?”

Wolf chuckled and said; “Oh yeah, he’s hot, Sir. If I was in the market for a slave of my own…” He left the rest unsaid. I grinned at him. “Yeah, I was kinda thinking the same thing, but I’m pretty sure that ain’t gonna happen! He probably has a life of his own up in Truckee. But, you never know…”

I laughed; “Although, he might be just the thing to give you for a wedding present…”

Wolf chuckled and nuzzled my leg. I turned on the classical channel on the satellite radio, and we just silently sat there, listening to the music, and thinking our own thoughts for a while. We both needed to rest a little after the events of the day, and the session in the dungeon with Julian.

We could hear the sounds coming from the kitchen, and after a while, I began to notice some delicious smells floating into the living room. Whatever Julian was making for dinner sure smelled good! I started to half seriously reconsider my thoughts of having a second slave in the household, especially after Wolf and I got married, and he became more of an equal in our relationship. Especially if he could cook really well!

In another ten minutes or so, Julian walked in and announced that “Dinner is served”. We got up and followed him into the dining room to find that he had prepared a big platter of pork chops with a side of steamed veggies from the freezer. I also noticed that there were only two places set at the table.

Wolf and I sat down, our chairs pushed in by Julian, then he served, just like a waiter at a good restaurant would do, except most waiters wore more then just the gym shorts Julian had on!

I asked him “What about you, boy? Not hungry?”

“Oh no, Sir, it’s not my place to eat at the table with my Masters. I can eat later, Sir, after I take care of your needs, Sir!”

I looked at Wolf and saw him give me a look that said volumes! I think he was thinking the same thing I was, that we MIGHT just have to re-consider offering Julian a full time place as house-boy and cook!

True to his word, Julian stood by attentively as Wolf and I ate, filling our drinks, offering to serve more veggies and chops, and generally taking care of any of our needs.

When we were done, I told Wolf to go down to the dungeon and bring up the dog dishes from the cage. When he had brought them up, I told both boys to follow me into the kitchen. I had Wolf put the dog bowls in a corner, then ordered Julian to cut the last two pork chops into small pieces and put them in one of the bowls, and put the last of the veggies in as well. When the bowl was full, I told Julian; “There’s your dinner, boy. Now, Eat!”

He dropped to his knees, said “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir”, and buried his face in the bowl.

I grinned at Wolf at the sight of the sexy muscleboy gobbling down his food like a dog, with no hands.

He smiled back, and I was amused to see a definite swelling in the front of Wolf’s shorts! I’m sure he was as turned on as I was at the sight. Julian’s back muscles rippled under his skin as he ate, seemingly begging to be felt, stroked, and eventually flogged and whipped again!

When Julian finished, he looked up from where he was kneeling on the floor and said; “Sir, permission to clean up the kitchen?”

I smiled at him. “Yes, boy. That’s part of your duties. Do the dishes, clean the kitchen, and then we will see what else there might be for you to do tonight.”

He smiled and said “Yes, Sir! Whatever you want, Sir! I am here to serve, Sir. Both of you, Sirs!”

While Julian started to clear the table and work in the kitchen, Wolf and I went back into the living room. I just looked at him, and started to laugh! Wolf grinned, and began to laugh himself. I was pretty sure he was thinking the same thing I was!

We sat and just relaxed for a while until Julian walked into the living room, having finished in the kitchen. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of us and bowed his head, just waiting.

“Boy, is this what you want? To be our servant and houseboy for the next 9 or 10 days?”

Julian looked up at me. “Yes, Sir. I’ve been thinking about this ever since you came through town! There are some interesting guys up where I live, but no one that is as purely sexy as both of you are, Sir!”

I grinned at him. “O.K. Then, boy. First rule for a houseboy…you don’t wear any clothes unless you are ordered to!”

Julian immediately slid his gym shorts down and worked them off, leaving him kneeling naked in front of us. His cock was already half hard, it seemed.

I turned to Wolf. “Go get me the training collar, boy! And bring me your collar, too, boy!”

Wolf stood up and said “Yes, Sir” and went out of the living room.

Julian went back down on his hands and knees, waiting. Within a minute of two, Wolf walked back in carrying the training collar, his slave collar, and their padlocks. I ordered Julian back up onto his knees, and slipped the training collar around his throat. When I clicked the padlock shut, he seemed to give a small sigh of relief, and his cock jumped to full hardness. He then knelt back down, and began to kiss my bare feet. I grinned at Wolf.

“He seems to have the proper attitude, don’t you think, boy?”

Wolf smiled; “Yes, Sir. He does.”

I looked at Wolf; “Speaking of proper attitude, kneel, boy!”

Wolf dropped to his knees in front of me, and lifted his hair out of the way. I slipped his collar around his throat, and locked it.

“Footstool, boy!” I ordered him.

Wolf stripped off his shorts, and dropped down to his hands and knees in front of me. Julian moved out of the way as Wolf knelt down, and I put my feet on his broad back. He sighed with pleasure as he felt the weight on his back. I looked at Julian and told him; “Foot-rub, boy!”

He said “Yes, Sir!” and immediately began to rub and massage my feet, which were still a bit sore from walking around all day at Dore in my Logger boots. They looked great, but they weren’t exactly the most comfortable shoes for extended wearing!

I laid my head back and sighed with pleasure as Julian’s strong hands rubbed and kneaded my feet for good 15 minutes on each foot. It felt great!

I thought that I could get used to this treatment really easily! I groaned with pleasure when Julian leaned in and began to suck on my toes, one at a time.

I enjoyed the foot worship for a couple more minutes before I told Julian that was enough. It was getting on in the evening, and I wanted to enjoy the sunset before it was totally dark. I told Wolf to get up, and go get some of our large towels from the linen closet.

When he came back, I told him and Julian to follow me as we went downstairs, through the dungeon, stopping just long enough to turn on the heat to the sauna and the hot tub, then out onto the pool deck

 

(4)

The clouds were fiery red and orange as the sun slipped lower in the sky. I removed the boy’s collars, and set them on a small poolside table, since the chlorinated water wasn’t really very good for the leather.

We all slipped into the pool, Wolf and Julian both sighing as the cool water closed over their still sore nipples and flogged backs.

“Damn, Sir, this is beautiful!” Julian said as he floated in the pool. “Amazing views, great home, hot slaveboy, you seem to have it all, Sir!”

“Thanks, boy. We enjoy it here.” I grinned at him. Wolf threw me a wink as well, knowing that I liked guys that appreciated what we had done with the place. As the sun slipped lower and disappeared behind the hills to the West, and the sky darkened, the landscaping and pool lights came on, triggered by the light sensors.

“Wow, that’s nice, Sir” said Julian. “There’s just something SO sexy about being able to swim at night with the lights on. It’s so cool!”

“Well, come here, boy” I told him. Julian swam over to me, while Wolf watched. I wrapped my arms around Julian’s hard body and pulled him close to me. “Let’s see how this week goes, and we’ll see what happens after that, boy.” Then I pulled him to me, and kissed him deeply.

We held the kiss for almost 30 seconds before I pulled back. Julian moaned softly. I turned to look at Wolf, and was amused to see that he had a huge grin on his face, and he seemed to be stroking a fully erect cock underwater! I guess he was just about as turned on by our visitor as I was! Of course, Julian’s cock was fully hard, as was mine, as well.

I told Wolf “You float on your back, boy, and we might be able to hoist a sail on that mast of yours!”

He started laughing, and lay back in the water. Sure enough, his fat 8” cock stood straight up! I reached out and grabbed it, and actually started towing him through the water by his cock! Wolf began to laugh even harder, and so did Julian. Finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer and broke up myself.

“O.K. Boy, at least now I know where to attach a rope to keep you from floating off into the sunset!”

We were all laughing so hard that we just had to stop and hold each other until we calmed down! It was great to have two hot boys hanging on to me, and to each other in a group hug!

We just swam and hung out in the pool until the last glimmers of light in the sky were gone. By then, I figured the hot tub was warmed up enough.

“Come on, boys, over here” I told them as a climbed out of the pool, and slipped into the hot tub. I turned on the pump for the jets as I sat down. It felt great, the water hotter then the pool, and so good as it swirled around my muscles. Both boys groaned, but groans of pure pleasure as they sat down in the hot, foaming water on either side of me. I reached my arms out and wrapped them around their broad shoulders, and pulled both boys close to me.

I looked deeply into Wolf’s eyes, and saw just pleasure, and love in them, with no jealousy at all. I knew that he knew that he would always be my true love, and that no other man would ever come between us, no matter what! I leaned in and kissed him deeply, and moaned deeply at the feel of his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. Wolf was one of the best kissers I had ever met, as well as being the purely sexiest man ever!

“I love you sir” he whispered when we broke the kiss. “Thank you SO much for inviting Julian here! He could make a great addition to the “family”, Sir” Wolf gave me a wink when he said that, so I knew he was kind of thinking the same thing. Julian would be welcome, but he would never come between Wolf and I.

I grinned at him, then turned to face Julian. I don’t think he could hear what Wolf said because of the bubbling of the water so I didn’t know if he had any idea of what Wolf and I were both thinking, the chance of offering him a permanent place as our houseboy, and mutual slave. I though that I would wait for a couple more days before broaching the subject to him.

I pulled Julian close and kissed him just as deeply. He moaned and returned the kiss almost as passionately as Wolf had done. Finally, I pulled back from his face and grinned at him, then just leaned back, sighing with total contentment. As if they were mind readers, both boys kind of turned and wrapped their arms around me as best as they could, and just snuggled their heads on my chest.

We sat there for a while, just relaxing and soaking in the warmth of the swirling water. I had never really seriously considered the idea of a third party in our household, but I did have to admit the idea was beginning to grow on me!

After a while soaking in the hot tub, I suggested that it was time to go in and sit in the sauna for a while. Both Wolf and Julian agreed, so we collected our towels, and the collars, and headed inside to the sauna. As we sat down on the benches, Julian sighed.

“Damn, this feels great, Sir. I love a good sauna session! Getting all sweaty is great!”

I grinned at Wolf at Julian’s enthusiasm. It only took a couple of minutes before all three of us were dripping with sweat. Julian reached out, ran a finger down one of my pecs, then licked my sweat from his finger..

“Ummm, that tastes SO good, Sir! I love hot, salty sweat, especially when it’s running down some hard muscles!”

I grinned at him, and reached out to pull him to me. He bent down and began to lick my right pec muscle. Wolf almost immediately moved to my left and began to do the same thing on the other side of my chest.

I leaned back and moaned with pleasure at the feel of the hot mouths sucking the sweat from my pecs, then working on sucking and nibbling on my nipples. It took only seconds before my cock was rock hard! I put my hands on the back of the heads of the two slaves sucking and worshiping my nipples and pushed them tightly against my pecs while I flexed my muscles. I could not help but moan with pleasure when both boys began to lick out my armpits. I flexed my biceps for them, and was rewarded by groans from both of them as they buried their faces in my pits.

I just enjoyed the attention for a while, sweat shining on all our bodies, glistening in the red light of the sauna. The muscles rippled under the skin of my two slaves as they worshiped my body, licking, kissing, and tonguing every inch of my skin.

After about ten minutes or so, I decided that it was time to get out of the sauna, since I was starting to overheat a bit. I wasn’t sure how much of the overheating was from the 190* temperature, and how much was from the two muscleboys worshiping my body!

“Come on, guys, let’s hit the shower. I’m getting too hot in here!” I told them.

Wolf looked up from licking my balls and grinned; “Sir, you are ALWAYS too hot!”

Julian chuckled while tracing the veins on my right thigh with his tongue.

I smiled down at Wolf : “Yeah, boy, and you ain’t helping any, either! Now, let’s get out of here before I melt into a puddle of sweat!”

Julian just said “Sweat. YUM!”

Wolf and I both broke up at his comment, then I put on a mock-serious expression and tone of voice.

“Just for that smart-ass remark, you might just have to endure several hours more Torture, boy! It looks like I’ll have to teach you some discipline, if you want to be a proper slave for us, boy!”

Julian looked up at me, then dropped to his knees in front of me and said “Yes, Sir. Whatever you decide, Sir!”

I looked down at the muscled boy kneeling in front of me and smiled. I looked over at Wolf, and could see the expression of barely concealed lust on his face as well.

“Come on, boys. Time to get out of here!” I growled.

 

(5)

We went out of the sauna and headed to the shower in the basement near the door. We each took a quick shower just to get the sweat off. We then went into the main room of the dungeon. I told Julian to kneel. He dropped to his knees, and bowed his head, waiting for me to speak.

I looked down at him, continuing to be amazed at how natural of a submissive he seemed to be! He was almost as good of a natural born sub as Wolf was.

I told him; “Look at me, boy!”

When Julian looked up into my eyes, I asked him; “Do you really want to be our slave and houseboy for the next ten days or so?”

“Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir. I have dreamed about it ever since I saw you at the restaurant, Sir.”

“O.K. Then, boy, if you are serious, then there is something I will have to do to mark you as a slave!”

“Yes, Sir. My only request is that it isn’t anything permanent, Sir. Or at least not until I might be your full time property, Sir!”

Wolf and I looked at each other, startled. We had kind of playfully bantered about the idea of adding a full-time houseboy and slave to the household, but this was the first indication that Julian might be thinking the same thing!

“Well, we’ll see, boy.” I told him.

I told Julian to go sit in the bondage chair while Wolf collected some items from my shelves. Julian sat in the chair while I fastened the leather straps around his wrists, forearms, biceps, across his chest, thighs, and ankles. When I was done, he was totally immobilized and helpless.

I was amused to see that with each strap that went across his body, his cock got harder and harder, until it was standing fully erect, streaming slightly with veins running it’s full length. Julian’s chest rose and fell as he awaited whatever I was planning on doing to him.

I stepped in front of him and growled; “If you want to be a slave, boy, then you have to look like a slave!”

I reached out and ruffled his thick mop of black hair. “First things first, boy. That’s gotta go!”

Julian swallowed deeply and softly said “Yes, Sir. Whatever you say, Sir!”

I grinned down at him evilly and laughed softly. “Good boy. You are learning that EVERYTHING is whatever I say it is, boy!”

I ordered Wolf to bring over my hair clippers and plug them in. When he had done so, I selected a guard that would leave about a half inch of hair, and started to run the clippers over Julian’s head! As the hair began to fall down into his lap and onto his shoulders, he moaned softly, but made no other sounds.

In about 5 minutes, I had his hair buzzed down to a short, even fuzz. I then told Wolf to get me a roll of duct tape from my supplies. When he brought it to me, I stepped in front of Julian again.

“Don’t worry, boy. This isn’t permanent. Hair grows back!”

“Yes, Sir” he whispered.

I could tell that he was still trying to get used to what I was doing to him.

I pulled off a length of tape, and stuck one end of the tape in the middle of his forehead. I then went behind him, and sighted directly down the middle of his head, and pulled the tape back, and stuck it to the back of his neck, leaving it centered fore and aft on his head.

I pushed the tape down to his head, assuring that it would stay in place. Then, I had Wolf get a bowl of warm water from the bathroom, and my razor and shave cream. I used a sponge to get one side of Julian’s head wet, then spread the shave cream on his scalp. He moaned again when I started to run the razor over his head, leaving it smooth and hairless!

It took about ten minutes or so to shave Julian’s head, leaving the tape in place. When I was done, I dried off his head, and slowly pulled the tape off, causing Julian to moan as his hair was pulled. When it was off, I looked at my handiwork. Julian had a perfect Mohawk stripe of short black hair down the middle of his otherwise bald head! Damn, it looked hot on him!

“Well, boy, do you want to see?” I asked him.

He swallowed deeply, then softly said “Yes, Sir.”

Wolf handed me my small mirror and I held it in front of Julian. His eyes were closed, in apparent fear of what he would see.

“Open you eyes, boy! That’s an order!”

His chest heaving in anticipation, Julian whispered “Yes, Sir”, and did.

His eyes widened as he looked at his nearly nude head, bisected by the stripe of short hair. He slowly smiled wider and wider, then chuckled; “Oh DAMN, Sir! That looks SO HOT, Sir! Thank you!”

I grinned at him and heard Wolf laughing. I ran my hand over Julian’s head, enjoying the feel of his fuzz stripe and his smooth, shaven scalp.

“NOW you look like a proper slave, boy! One that I won’t mind having on my leash when we go to the bars! Nice contrast to Wolf, too. The long and the short of it, you could say!”

Julian smiled. “Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!”

I grinned. “Since you were so good, you get a reward! Wolf, get over here and suck him off!”

Wolf smiled and said “Yes, Sir!” before dropping to his knees in front of the bondage chair. He took Julian’s hard cock in his mouth and started to pump his head up and down. I stepped behind the chair and reached around to start to twist and play with Julian’s nipples. He moaned at the feel of my hands twisting his tits, and Wolf sucking his cock.

He groaned; “Oh Fuck, this is Torture, Sir, not being able to move!”

It only took a couple of minutes before Julian gasped “Oh Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Sir! Oh fuck, OH FUCK!” as he pumped his load into Wolf’s mouth. I twisted his nipples as hard as I could while he was shooting to add to his orgasm.

Julian howled “OH FUCK,OH FUCK,OH FUCK!” as he shot, finally moaning as his head fell forward as his explosive orgasm ended.

He looked up at me and said “Thank you, Sir” softly.

I grinned; “I’m not the one you need to be thanking, boy.”

Julian blushed slightly. “Yes, Sir, Sorry, Sir!” He looked at Wolf and repeated “Thank you, Sir.”

Wolf chuckled. “Well, that’s something I’m going to have to get used to, a hot slave calling ME Sir!”

I reached out and gave him a playful dope-slap to the back of his head.

“Don’t get TOO used to it, boy, or you might find yourself in that chair, feeling the clippers yourself!”

Wolf grinned as he bowed his head. “Yes, Sir! Thank you Sir!”

He knew perfectly well that I would never want to buzz off his luxuriant head of hair, which I had more then once called his “Crowing Glory” when I was in a romantic mood. Although, to be honest, I was more and more considering talking to Wolf about possibly cutting a couple of feet off the end of his now waist length hair, which would leave it just below his shoulders. There were times when having that much hair to work around was almost more trouble then it was worth.

I removed the straps from Julian’s body, and told him to stand up, and brush himself off, removing the last bits of hair that were still clinging to his legs and lap. Then I told him; “First job, boy. Get the broom and sweep up all that hair from my dungeon floor, boy!”

I told Wolf to go get the collars from out by the hot tub. When he brought them in, I told Julian to stop sweeping for a moment while I buckled the collar around his throat, then did the same to Wolf.

When they were both collared, like proper slaves, I ordered them to get back to work cleaning up the dungeon, and putting my gear away.

I sat on my Master’s chair in the corner, and watched the two naked muscle slaves working. The contrasts in their looks was very erotic, as well as the similarities! Wolf’s thick hair hung down his back, and across his pecs, and the rings pierced through his nipples shone against the dark bronze color of his skin. Julian’s freshly shaved head shone slightly in the overhead lights, as his muscles flexed and rippled under his tanned skin as he worked.

It took the slaves about half an hour to get the Dungeon spotless, with the floor swept and all the gear put back in it’s proper place. Several times Wolf instructed Julian where a particular piece of gear was to be stored, and each time, Julian responded with a soft “Yes, Sir” which made me think more and more that he was a truly submissive boy, much like Wolf was when we first met!

When they were done, both slaves approached my chair. Wolf dropped to his knees and bowed his head. Julian did the same after a second or two, apparently looking to Wolf for clues on how to behave properly as a good slave.

“That looks acceptable, slaves.” I told them.

Both boys said “Thank you, Sir” softly.

“Since there isn’t too much more to do tonight, and it’s starting to get late, and I’m still a bit tired after today, I will be heading upstairs shortly. Wolf, get the chains. Julian, you are going to be given your first lesson on what being a omega slave really means! An omega slave is the lowest form of life! A slave that has to serve other slaves, as well as it’s Master! Do you understand, boy?”

“Yes, Sir. The lowest, Sir. Master’s property, and submissive to all others, Sir!”

“Good boy. You seem to have a grasp on the basics, at least!”
   Wolf returned carrying the full set of heavy steel slave chains. I removed Julian’s leather collar, and locked the thick steel collar around his throat. Then his wrists were locked in the shackles, followed by his ankles. He looked good locked in chains, slightly bent over by the shortness of the chains, and totally helpless!

I led him over to the cell located under the stairs. “This will be your home until I decide differently, slave! This is where you will sleep, and where you will be stored when you are not needed! Is that understood, boy?”

“Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.” Julian said.

I reached out and slapped him across the face, not too hard, but hard enough to make his gasp in shock, and surprise.

“Slaves never refer to themselves as I, boy! Slaves are not a person, so they have no individual identity! Slaves use “this slave” or “it” when referring to itself, is that understood, boy?”

“Yes, Sir. It understands, Sir!” Julian murmured.

“Good, boy. One other thing, boy. When you are speaking to Wolf, remember that he is the alpha slave. You will refer to him as ‘Wolf’, but not ‘Sir’! I am the only person you will call ‘Sir’ unless told differently! Now, get in there, boy!”

Julian stepped inside the cell, and I locked the chain hanging from the eyebolt in the wall to the loop on the front of the collar. He laid down on the narrow bench in the cell, curled up slightly to fit. Wolf brought over a bottle of water and I put it on the floor next to the bench.

“That’s in case you get thirsty before someone comes down to unlock you, boy!”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you Sir. Thank you for taking this slave in for training, Sir!” he said.

“We’ll see if you are thanking me after a week or so of training and Torture, boy!” I sneered at him.

“Yes, Sir. This slave understands, Sir.”

I turned to Wolf. “Lock it in, and let’s go upstairs. Locking up a new slave for training has made me horny. I’m in the mood to fuck your brains out, boy!”

Wolf smiled slightly. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!”

I looked back at Julian lying on the bench in the cell. “You can just lie there, imagining what I am doing to my alpha slave’s body, and his muscles, boy! Maybe someday, if you are good, you will get to feel my cock fucking your ass and mouth for hours, boy!”

Julian moaned softly; “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir!”

The door to the cell clanged shut, and the lock was snapped on the bolt, securing Julian in his new home for the next 10 days. Wolf waited until I headed up the stairs, then followed me up. At the top of the stairs, I flipped off the lights in the Dungeon, leaving Julian locked in chains, secured in his cell in total darkness!

 

(6)

I led Wolf up the stairs to my bedroom, and wrapped my arms around him once we were inside.

“What do you think, boy?” I asked him, grinning.

“Damn, he could make one HOT houseboy, Sir!”

“Glad you think so, boy, and I agree with you! We’ll have to see how his visit goes!”

I then pushed Wolf backwards, so he fell on my bed. “By the way, I wasn’t kidding when I told him that I was gonna fuck you for a couple of hours, boy!”

He grinned up at me, and spread his legs. “Have at it, big boy” he laughed.

Within five minutes Wolf was tied to my bed, his wrists stretched over his head and tied with short pieces of rope to two of the vertical bars on my headboard, and his legs were tied with his ankles over his head with longer pieces of rope. He lay there, helpless, his ass open and exposed for my use, his chest rising and falling, waiting for me to mount him.

“Yeah, that’s what I like to see, boy. My slave trussed up and helpless, all mine, to do whatever I want!”

“Yes, Sir. Use me, Sir! Please, Sir. Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Sir! I need it, Sir!” he pleaded.

“Damn right, boy! I’m gonna fuck you raw, boy! Hope your ass is ready to be stretched and tortured, boy, since that’s what I’m gonna do!” I growled.

“Yes, Sir. Fuck my ass, sir! Stretch me open, sir. Torture my hole with your cock, Sir. Please, Sir, shoot your cum deep inside me, Master. Plant your seed in my ass, Sir!”

I didn’t need any more persuading. I knelt on the bed between Wolf’s legs, lubed his hole, and with one thrust, drove my entire 9 inches deeply inside him!

“AWWW FUCK YEAH, SIR! Fuck me, Sir!” he howled!

I started driving my cock in and out of Wolf’s willing hole, thrusting deeply into him, hearing and feeling my balls slap into his ass with each thrust. He moaned and writhed as I pounded his ass, his muscles flexing under the skin of his torso, his abs flexing and rippling, and his pecs bunching and thickening as he strained against his restraints.

I leaned forward and grabbed his nipples and began to twist and pull them. He howled again and strained his muscles harder and harder as I tortured his tits with my fingers. His ass clenched tighter as I worked his nipples, which just made me want to twist and pull them even harder!

“Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me! Oh yeah, Fuck me, Sir. Aww hell yes, FUCK ME, SIR!” Wolf howled.

I increased my pounding of his ass until I started to feel that I was close to cumming. I slowed down, and leaned forward, still slowly thrusting in and out of Wolf’s hole, and kissed my slaveboy.

“You’re not getting off THAT easily, boy! I said I was gonna spend a couple of hours fucking you, and that’s exactly what I’m planning on doing, boy! I may cum in you two or three times by the time I’m finished with you, boy! Having that muscleboy chained downstairs, and seeing all the leather studs on Folsom today has gotten me horny as hell, boy, and I’m gonna take it out on you!” I growled in his ear.

My helpless, bound slave looked deeply into my eyes and softly moaned “Yes, Sir. Use me, Sir! This slave needs it, Sir! It needs to feel you cumming inside it’s ass and in it’s mouth, Sir.”

It seemed to me that having Julian around, and hearing the instructions for proper slave etiquette had an effect on Wolf as well. He was behaving much more like a properly submissive slave should behave. He had been behaving a lot more informally recently. Partly that was my fault, for letting him get away with that behavior since our trip, and our engagement. I didn’t really mind when we were alone, but he still had to be on his proper behavior when we were out in public at the bars, or with our friends.

I continued to slowly thrust my hard cock in and out of his hole, drawing a groan from him on every thrust. I knew that having his hands bound was just an extra layer of mental torture and torment for him, since he always loved feeling my muscles while I was fucking him.

There weren’t any other sounds for a while other then the slight creaking of the bedsprings, our heavy breathing, and an occasional groan of pleasure from Wolf as I continued to thrust deeply inside him. Finally, I reached back down and started to twist Wolf’s nipples while fucking him harder and harder.

He groaned with each thrust until I couldn’t hold off any longer, and shot what felt like a huge load of sperm deeply into his ass!

“Yeah, take it, boy! Take your Master’s sperm, like the cum dump you are, boy!”

Wolf howled and writhed as I brutalized his tits while shooting inside him.

“Fuck yes, Sir, Oh God, yes. Fill me up, Sir! Fuck me! Fuck me!!” he shrieked.

Finally, my orgasm ended, and I fell forward onto Wolf’s heaving, glistening chest, panting for air. I couldn’t do anything more then try to catch my breath for a couple of minutes, then I opened my mouth and began to suck his left nipple. I sucked and nibbled on Wolf’s tits for a while, switching back and forth between them, and licking the sweat from his stretched pecs and armpits.

Wolf flexed his muscles, struggling against his restraints while I teased and tormented his chest and tits. I knew that doing this to him while he was bound was driving him nuts with desire!

I slowly worked my way down his muscled torso, licking each rib and each ripple of muscle down his sides, then ran my tongue across each rock hard ridge of his abs. Wolf moaned with ever increasing lust as I got closer to his cock. I finally sucked his nuts into my mouth, which drew a loud groan of pure carnal pleasure from him. I knew that not touching his erect, throbbing cock was making him more and more frantic with pent up lust!

I finally let his nuts pop out of my mouth, and moved up with my head directly over his cock. Just as I started to lower my head down towards his shaft, I slid up, lay down on top of him, and kissed him deeply, driving my tongue into his mouth!

When I finally broke off the kiss, he moaned “You bastard! My fucking cock and nuts feels like they’re gonna explode!”

I just ground my still hard cock against his and sneered down into his face; “I WAS gonna let you cum soon, but just for that, it’s gonna be HOURS before I let you get off! And if you cum without permission, you will re-discover all over again what the meaning of TORTURE is! Do you understand me, slave?”

“Yes. Sir! Slave is sorry, Sir!” Wolf moaned softly.

With that, I lowered my head and began to chew and bite his nipples again, even harder then before! Wolf writhed and struggled under me, moaning and howling with pain as I tortured his thick tits with my teeth. I bit and stretched his tits for a good ten of fifteen minutes before starting to work my tongue into his sweaty armpits. While I licked his pits, I could feel the tendons and muscles straining as Wolf struggled futilely against the ropes holding him bound to the headboard. He moaned and gasped for air, partly because he was so turned on, and partly because he was tied in such an uncomfortable position with his legs in the air while my full weight lay on his torso!

Finally, I lifted my head from his left armpit and looked deeply into his eyes.

“What do you want me to do, boy? Tell me what you want!”

“Fuck me again, Master! Fuck me hard and deep and for however long it takes you to cum inside me again, Sir!”

“Yeah, boy! I’m gonna fuck your ass until you can’t walk straight!” I growled.

I stroked my cock until it was totally hard again, which didn’t take long, looking at my muscle-slave trussed up like he was, waiting for me. When I was hard, a positioned myself, and slammed my cock deeply into Wolf again! He howled in a combination of shock, pain, and pleasure!

“AW FUCK, YES, MASTER! FUCK ME!!” He yelled. “FUCK ME AGAIN, MASTER! USE THIS ASS, SIR!”

I began to drive my cock into Wolf”s ass as hard as I could, making him grunt and groan with each thrust. I was slamming my cock into him while he writhed and strained his muscles, desperate to get his hands loose so he could feel my body while I was raping him! Having him helpless and tied just added to his torture, as he got really frustrated when he couldn’t feel my muscles. I knew it was driving him more and more to the brink of total frustrated agony!

After about another ten or fifteen minutes of pounding my cock deeply into his ass as hard as I could, I straightened up between his legs, still fucking his ass using mostly my abs, which were flexing and rippling, and started to play with my own nipples! That drew another frustrated moan from Wolf, since he LOVED working my tits while I was pounding his ass or mouth with my cock. He looked up at me and groaned, licking his lips in sheer frustrated denial. I knew he wanted to suck my tits, and lick my sweat, but I wasn’t gonna let him do either for a while longer! I wanted to make him almost crazy with frustration before I allowed him any pleasure other then the feel of my cock stretching his hole!

Wolf started moaning louder and louder, his abs flexing under his shining skin, then, without any warning, he arched his back and started moaning “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! Sir, Oh God, oh my GOD!!”.

He then shot a huge load of sperm from his throbbing cock all over his pecs and abs! Some of it even jetted up onto his face and into his open mouth!

Wolf howled while he was cumming; “AW SHIT, AW SHIT FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! Dammit, I didn’t want that to happen! This slave is SO sorry, Master! Aw, fuck!”

He stared up at me, his eyes wide, his chest heaving, the sperm pooling between his pecs, and running down his sides and into his armpits.

I looked down into his eyes and snarled; “What did I tell you was gonna happen if you came without permission, slave?”

“slave was going to be Tortured, Sir!” He groaned.

“Well?” I sneered.

“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir. Torture this slave, Sir. Please, Sir, make slave scream for You, Sir. Please, Sir. slave disobeyed Master’s orders, and came without permission. Slave needs to be Tortured for punishment, Sir!”

No matter how long we were together, I just knew that Wolf begging me to torture him, and to hurt him was going to be the single most erotic and exciting thing that I would ever hear! I was getting even hornier just listening to him beg me to Torture him.

“Damn right I’m gonna Torture you, slave!” I snarled. “I’m gonna Torture you like you haven’t been Tortured for months, boy! You’re gonna need weeks to recover from it, boy!”

“Oh, yes, Sir! Please, Sir, torture this slave until it’s screaming in agony, Sir, then torture it harder, Sir! Make it beg for mercy, Sir. Make it cry, Sir! Please, Sir, break this slave all over again, Sir!”

I pulled my cock from his ass, and moved around to his side. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head to one side, and drove my cock into his mouth. I held his hair and began to fuck Wolf’s mouth, forcing him to clean my cock while he was sucking it. Within a couple of minutes, I couldn’t hold off, and filled his mouth with my load of sperm. Wolf choked and gagged for a second or two before swallowing my cum.

When I had recovered from my orgasm, I looked down at my bound slave and snarled; “Your Torture begins in the morning, boy! You are gonna suffer, and the other slave is gonna be forced to watch you in agony, and being broken down and humiliated, boy!”

“Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!” he groaned.

I then ran my hand across his chest and abs, smearing in the cum that was still puddled on his skin before holding my hand up to his mouth.

“Lick” I ordered.

Wolf obediently stuck out his tongue and licked the sperm and sweat from my hand, cleaning it completely.

I then released his legs from their bondage, letting him lie down flat on the bed. Then I untied his wrists, and ordered him onto his knees. Wolf obediently dropped to his knees, hands crossed behind his back, his head bowed in the proper posture of submission.

“For your lack of control, you will be Tortured, and Tortured hard, slave. That will be your punishment, boy. You will endure whatever I desire to do to you, slave! Is that understood?” I growled at him.

“Yes, Master. slave needs to be punished for his disobedience and loss of control, Sir!” he whispered.

“Good, boy. You understand.”

I ordered Wolf to his feet and led him to his bedroom. Within 5 minutes he was stretched in a tight spread-eagle on his bed by the restraints that were permanently attached to his bed. The sweat and smeared cum still glistened on his chest and abs.

“You can sleep like that, slave. Your Torture will begin in the morning!’

“Yes, Master. Thank You, Master.” he replied.

I knew it was difficult, but not impossible for Wolf to sleep like that, as he had done it before. I was looking forward to working him over in the morning, and to giving Julian a very clear example of what true Torture in my dungeon involved! He had only had a small taste of the painful delights my Dungeon could provide for the willing masochist!

I turned and walked out of Wolf’s bedroom, turning off the light and closing the door, leaving my helpless muscle slave stretched on the bed in the dark. This was turning out to be a VERY interesting Saturday, with a new bodybuilder slave to train, as well as having the chance to really test my slaveboy fiancee’s limits, and see how much of his previous endurance to intense pain he still retained! I already was planning on what I was going to do to Wolf in the morning to test his strength, his endurance, and his ability to absorb high levels of intense pain!

 

(7)

When I woke up in the morning, I got dressed in just my boots and denims, then set my plans for Wolf’s torture session into action. I went into his bedroom and found him sleeping, albeit fitfully in his bondage. I left him there and went downstairs into the dungeon. Julian was still curled up on the bench, but he was awake and watching me as I started to arrange the dungeon.

I unlocked his cell door, and released him from the chain attaching his collar to the wall.

“Come here, boy. I need your help!” I ordered him.

Julian slowly got to his feet, obviously still stiff from sleeping in such a cramped and restricted position on the narrow bench.

“Yes, Sir. Slave is ready to help you, Sir.”

I removed his slave chains, and locked the leather training collar back around his throat. I told him to go to the bathroom in the corner of the dungeon, and do whatever he had to do, since he couldn’t during the night, chained in the cell. I then told him to go into the storeroom off to one side of the dungeon and bring out the old weightlifting bar, some weight collars, and several weight plates, and to set them in the middle of the floor. When he had finished, I had him follow me upstairs so we could get some breakfast before starting to Torture Wolf.

Julian made me a quick breakfast, then we went upstairs. Wolf was awake by now, and looked up at me as I released him from his bondage. He knelt on the floor once released, and bent down to kiss my boots.

“Slave, I hope you are ready to suffer today!” I snarled.

“Yes, Master. Slave is ready to endure whatever Tortures Master wishes to inflict on it for disobeying Your orders yesterday, Sir!”

I knew Julian had no idea what had happened, but he didn’t need to know, he just had to obey, and follow my orders. This was going to be a real test of his suitability to be a real slaveboy.

“O.K. Slave. Go use the bathroom if you need to then come back here.”

Wolf kissed my boots again before getting up and heading to the bathroom. When he came back, I ordered him to put on his regular everyday boots, then I led the slaves downstairs and down into the dungeon.

When we got to the dungeon, I told Wolf to stand in the middle of the main room, under the hoist while I collected some gear. I fastened the grip restraints tightly around his wrists,then lowered the hoist hook down low enough for me to fasten both restraints to it, leaving Wolf’s arms over his head, wrists together. I then took the weightlifting bar, and put two collars on it, fairly far in from the ends.

When they were tight, I took the padded ankle restraints and slid them onto the bar, through the “D” rings on the restraints. Next, a second collar went outboard of the restraints, rendering them immovable. I ordered Wolf to spread his legs while I fastened the restraints around his ankles, over his boots, with the bar basically sitting on top of his feet, leaving him in an inverted “Y” shape, legs widespread, and arms together, straight over his head.

I strapped the muzzle gag around Wolf’s head, then went behind him, and pony-tailed his hair with multiple hair ties, leaving a rope-like band of hair down his back. He stood there, his chest rising and falling, his ribs rippling under his already sweaty skin while I prepared him for his Torture session.

I took the hoist control, and hoisted him up until just his toes were on the floor, then I ordered Julian to take some 25 pound weight plates, and put three on each end of the bar, for a total of 150 pounds, plus the 25 or so pounds for the bar and collars. Then I locked the plates in position with another collar.

Wolf stared at me, his eyes wide, as I think he figured out what I was going to do to him! Next, I ordered Julian to wrap his hand around Wolf’s nuts, and pull them down, stretching them while I put the leather ball parachute on his nutsack. Wolf moaned into his gag, seemingly in pain, but his cock was rock hard, and dripping, so I knew that he was also turned on by the thought of being Tortured!

Next, I took the length of heavy chain I had cut for this purpose and hung it from the ball parachute. Then multiple weights were added to the chain, each one drawing another groan from Wolf, until I had about 20 pounds stretching his balls. I knew he could take at least 50, so this amount wasn’t too much, but would keep him in pain as long as they were hanging there.

When all the weights were in place, Wolf had about an additional 200 pounds attached to his body. I looked into his eyes, and gave him an evil grin! He moaned into his gag when I picked up the hoist control again.

I said; “Now, your Torture begins, slave! Maybe THIS will teach you some self-control and discipline!”

With that, I hit the hoist button. The motor started, slowly drawing Wolf’s arms tighter and tighter over his head, stretching his torso more and more, until his feet, and the weights, lifted off the floor!

Wolf was hanging by his arms, with almost 400 pounds stretching his arm and shoulder joints! He moaned loudly and closed his eyes, trying to adjust to the hard pull on his joints. He was gasping for air as he absorbed the pain burning through his body. Every rib and muscle stood out in sharp relief in his gleaming torso, rippling with each gasping breath. The tendons stood out in his taut armpits, and the veins bulged under the skin of his biceps, triceps and forearms, and were visible running down his stretched abs to his crotch..

In spite of the intense stretching of his shoulders and back, his cock was totally hard, with drops of pre-cum dripping to the floor. Julian was totally hard, too, watching Wolf adjust to his Torture.

I stepped in front of Wolf and started to squeeze and twist his nipples, drawing another groan from his throat. The harder I tortured his tits, the louder he groaned and growled into his muzzle. His head leaned back against his stretched arms, his eyes closed as he moaned and groaned continuously as I worked his nipples harder and harder, until I was squeezing them basically as hard as I could!

“Yeah, slave! Take it! Fucking disobedient slave, you will be Tortured until you can’t take any more, then you will be Tortured even harder!” I snarled.

Wolf merely nodded his head, his eyes still closed, concentrating on enduring the multiple tortures he was being subjected to. His chest heaved as he struggled to breathe even as his diaphragm was being restricted by his tightly stretched ribcage.

I let his nipples go suddenly, drawing a loud gasp from Wolf at the sudden release of pressure on his tits. I then stepped behind him and pressed my chest against his tightly stretched back. I could feel every rib against my pecs and abs, and could see the amazing striations of his musculature stretched to their limits. I wrapped my arms around him and started to torture his nipples again.

“Boy, get down there and suck this slave’s cock until he cums in your mouth!”

Julian immediately dropped to his knees and took Wolf’s rock hard dick all the way into his mouth. Wolf groaned at the multiple sensations tearing through his body, the pain in his tits and joints, his lack of being able to draw a deep breath, and the sensation of the hot mouth sucking his cock and Julian’s hands stroking his abs and ribs. It only took a couple of minutes before he began to groan deeply in his chest and throat, which I knew meant that he was about to cum.

He started to gasp, and howl inarticulately into his muzzle, then I heard Julian cough slightly before starting to swallow, which meant that Wolf has shot a big load deeply into his sucking mouth. As Wolf came, I doubled down on his nipple Torture, twisting them and stretching them as hard as I could without damaging them or tearing his rings out!

Wolf’s explosive orgasm lasted a good 30 seconds or more before he gasped, and slumped down, his head falling forward onto his chest. He continued to gasp for air, seemly only half conscious. He moaned weakly, so I knew he was all right, but just needed some time to recover.

I let his tits go, and told Julian to move. I stepped in front of Wolf, and lifted his head up so I could look into his eyes.

“You O.K. boy?” I asked him softly.

Wolf nodded slowly, and even gave me a wink, since he couldn’t talk. I knew he was all right, then, just slightly overwhelmed. I took a couple of steps back then told Julian to kneel in front of me.

“Boy, look at me!” I ordered Wolf.

He moaned then lifted his head and did as I ordered. I looked down at Julian, kneeling in front of me, and undid my denims. When my hard cock stood out, I simply said “Suck!”

He leaned in and took my cock in his mouth. I groaned at almost the same time that Wolf moaned in frustration! I knew that even though he had just cum, making him watch someone else suck me off was going to drive him absolutely nuts with frustrated desire!

Julian worked my cock deeply into his mouth, taking it almost to it’s base. He started to choke and gag when my cockhead hit the back of his throat, though. He pulled back just a bit, but continued to give me a really good blow job! His hands began to stroke my abs before working up to my pecs and my nipples. Wolf moaned again in frustration when he saw Julian playing with my nipples. His cock was already hard again, even though he had just cum, and he had to be in a lot of pain from hanging with the weights attached to his body.

Finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer, and reached down to hold Julian’s head still while I started to fuck his mouth. It only took another 30 seconds or so before I groaned loudly, and shot a thick load of sperm into his hot mouth! He swallowed quickly, taking my cum into his gut. As his tongue worked across my sensitive dick, I moaned again, and so did Wolf.

Finally, I had to pull out of Julian’s mouth. When I did, he looked down at the floor, and softly said “Thank you, Sir!”

I lifted his head, looked into his eyes, and told him; “You are welcome, slave. Now, it’s time to start the other slave’s Torture!”

Wolf moaned when I said that, and I think he knew that he was in for some real pain! I reached into my supply box and pulled out a couple of the smaller lead weights with the hooks on them, ones that weighed a pound each. Turning to Wolf, I hung one of the weights on each of his nipple rings. Wolf groaned loudly as his tits were stretched by the rings, adding to his suffering.

I then went to my toy rack, and picked up several of my floggers. Stepping behind him, I flipped his thick ponytail forward, totally exposing his stretched, straining back muscles and ribs. I brushed the first of my floggers across his back, drawing a long moan of anticipation from my helpless slave.

“Now you are going to really learn what it means to be Tortured, slave!” I snarled in his ear.

 

(8)

I ordered Julian to kneel with his hands behind his back, and watch Wolf being Tortured to his limits. I started to stroke the flogger across Wolf’s back, lightly at first, but then slowly the impacts became harder and harder. He moaned with each impact of the flogger, then the moans turned into inarticulate howls and yells as the flogger slashed across his straining back again and again with more intensity.

His skin started to turn red, then shaded into more of a purple as the impacts got more and more intense. Welts started to stand out on his back as his muscles flexed and bulged with each hit.

I use the light flogger for about 5 minutes before switching to a thicker and heavier one. The strokes across his back became more and more intense, drawing more howls and screams of pain from Wolf as his Torture continued. I worked my way through about 5 of my floggers, each one heavier then the previous one, until I was using my buffalo hide one. The welts stood out across Wolf’s back, a lurid red and purple. Some were even open and bleeding slightly. I normally didn’t make him bleed, but it had happened before. I knew he would heal fairly quickly, but I wouldn’t be able to flog him again until he had recovered. I was kind of showing Julian what he might expect as a slave, as well.

Finally, I finished flogging Wolf’s back. It was kind of a mess, welted and striped, but I knew it looked worse then it really was. I stepped in front of Wolf, and lifted his head so I could look into his eyes.

“You all right, boy?” I asked softly.

Wolf swallowed deeply, then nodded his head. I knew his tolerance for pain was exceptionally high, so when he said he was O.K., I believed him. I knew that he would signal me if he was in too much pain, or felt he was in danger of being injured.

He groaned with anticipation when he saw what I picked up next. I stepped behind him, and held up my spray bottle of alcohol. I gave him a couple of sprays across his welted back, causing him to scream in total agony! He writhed and howled into the muzzle as the alcohol hit his back. His muscles bulged and flexed as he endured the burning sensations across his back. Finally, Wolf went limp, gasping for air. I stepped up to him, and removed the muzzle to make it easier for him to breathe.

“Thank you, Sir!” he gasped out.

“Do you want me to let you down, boy?” I asked him.

I didn’t want to push Wolf too far, and actually injure him. I knew the strain on his shoulders and arm joints was considerable, supporting his 185 or so pounds as well as the nearly 200 pounds of additional weight.

“No, Sir. Slave can endure your torture for a while more, Sir.” he gasped.

“Good, boy, since I’m not finished with you yet!” I snarled, more for Julian’s benefit then Wolf’s.

Wolf actually managed a slight smile and a wink, so I knew he knew what I was doing. I reached out and took the weights off of his nipples and added them to the chain hanging from his nuts. He groaned at the sensations of relief for his tits, but also the slight additional weight on his balls.

He groaned again when I flipped his ponytail back so it hung down behind him, then picked up my riding crop with the wide end and started to smack his pecs and nipples with it.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! I worked the crop back and forth across his straining chest, slowly turning it redder and redder. He writhed helplessly as I smacked his nipples again and again, finally drawing a grunt then a sharp cry of pain from Wolf with each impact on his tits. I kept working Wolf’s pecs until they were a fiery red, then started down the sides of his torso, alternating sides, and turning his intercostals and ribcage red. He struggled and howled with pan as the Torture with the crop continued for another 10 minutes or so, as I worked down to his abs.

His washboard stomach flexed as I started to work each rock hard ridge of muscle with the crop, until he finally started full-throated screaming in agony with each hit of the crop! He was straining and struggling to lift himself up to try to escape the Torture, but the weight attached to his legs and balls were too much for him to move very much. He looked like he was on a vertical rack, stretched to his limits.

I knew that he couldn’t take much more, since he had been hanging for almost an hour. That, plus the intensity of the floggings, the nipple tortures, and the cropping had just about pushed him to his limits. I could tell because his response to the crop was becoming more and more delayed and weak with each hit. I gave him about 5 more good hard hits on his abs with the crop, then set it down, and grabbed his still erect cock. Stroking it gently until it was throbbing in my hand, I dropped to my knees and sucked it into my mouth. Wolf moaned loudly, then started to scream as I reached up, and began to slap and twist his nipples. He shrieked in agony for a minute or so before suddenly filling my mouth with another huge load of sperm!

Being Tortured always made him cum copious amounts, and this time was no exception. The cum kept shooting into my mouth, one hard jet after another, until he shrieked one last time, and slumped down limp! I swallowed his sperm, then stood up, and ordered Julian to help me get Wolf out of his bondage. First, I lowered him down until the weights were sitting on the floor, and told Julian to remove them from the bar.

When he had them off and stacked to each side, I started to remove the weights from the ball stretcher. Wolf’s nuts were a deep purple color and stretched tight. Once the weights were off, I removed the chain, and unbuckled the parachute, and released his nuts.

Wolf groaned with relief as his torture eased. I then lowed him down a bit more until his boots were firmly on the floor, then released his ankles from the restraints and had Julian move the bar out of the way. I slowly moved Wolf’s legs back together, relieving a lot of the stress on his hip joints, then slowly lowered the lift. As I let it down, he slowly sank down until he was on his knees. Finally, the strain started to release from his arms, as I let them down slowly, so Wolf’s joints wouldn’t cramp from being moved too quickly.

Once he was released from his bondage, I knelt in front of Wolf, and wrapped my arms around him to support him. He moaned softly as he leaned against me, and put his head on my shoulder. I felt him start to shake and shudder as he started to cry, gasping for air. Julian looked really worried until I just shook my head and softly told him; “It’s all right, he usually does this after I Torture him.”

I held Wolf for a couple minutes until he calmed down, and his breathing eased.

Wolf looked into my eyes and softly said; “Thank You, Sir. Slave needed to be tortured and punished.

It felt good to suffer for you, Master.”

I smiled and kissed him, then held him for a couple more minutes before helping him to his feet. Julian and I had to help support him as he walked slowly to the bed in one corner of the dungeon. I wanted him to lie down for a bit before getting into the shower, where I would help clean his welted back, and dress any open spots.

 

As Wolf relaxed, Julian rather unexpectedly knelt in front of me and said; “Sir, permission to speak?”

“Go ahead, boy.”

“Thank you, Sir. Slave just has a request for Master. Slave would love to be made to endure the exact same level of Torture, Sir. Slave has desired something like that for years, Sir.”

I looked at him for a moment, then said “O.K. Slave. Once Wolf has recovered, in a couple of days you will be subjected to the same Tortures. I want to hear you scream in agony, and then beg for mercy! I want to find out exactly how strong those muscles are, and exactly where your breaking point is!”

Julian moaned slightly, and said “Yes, Sir. Slave needs to be broken, Sir, and You are the perfect Master to break this slave.”

He then bent down, and started to lick my boots. I was sitting on the side of the bed where Wolf was resting. Wolf and I exchanged glances, and I saw him wink, then grin at me. I had a damn good idea of exactly what was going through his head! We might have just gotten us a new member of the household, a hot boy who would be a combination houseboy, butler, cook, waiter, yard-boy and general all around servant. Not someone who would become a lover to either of us, but rather an employee who would also be a good torture victim and sex slave!

I let Julian lick my boots for a bit, then ordered him back up onto his knees.

“You want to be tortured, slave? Fine, then. Your torture will start now. I have to tend to slave Wolf’s back, but I’ll let you suffer while I’m doing that!”

I ordered Julian over to the cross, and proceeded to secure him in a tight spread-eagle position, body stretched out taut. I next took the same muzzle gag I had used on Wolf, and tightly secured it around Julian’s head, preventing him from making very much noise. Then, as he watched, I gathered a couple of things from my toy shelves. He moaned into the muzzle when I bent down, and sucked on his erect nipples for a couple of minutes, enjoying the feel of his hard tits under my tongue, and the taste of his salty sweat. Then, I took the alligator clamps I was holding, and set one on his right nipple, the teeth digging deeply into the tender flesh of his nipple! I knew that this had to hurt like a bitch, since his tits were probably still sore and tender from yesterday’s stretching Torture.

He writhed, and howled into the muzzle, his muscles flexing and bulging under his skin. He howled again when I set the other clamp on his left nipple. When I stepped back to look at him, he was struggling against the restraints, flexing his thick muscles futilely, sweat running down his skin in streams, gasping for air.

“You said you wanted to be tortured, slave! Well, this is Torture, so deal with it!” I snarled. “Are you gonna take it, or do I have to let you down, and take you back to the city, and let you go?”

Julian shook his head no, as I watched.

“You want to stay and find out what REAL Torture is all about then, boy?” I sneered.

He nodded yes.

“O.K. Then slave. You WILL endure this Torture for as long as it takes me to take care of slave Wolf, and then we will see how much more you can endure!”

He nodded again.

I walked over to where Wolf was lying on his side on the bed, watching. I knew he was excited by observing Julian’s muscled physique under stress and enduring the searing pain in his nipples because Wolf’s cock was fully erect once again, in spite of his suffering and being exhausted from the stretching torture and the intense floggings.

I helped Wolf to his feet and we headed towards the stairs. I was going to take him to my shower and clean up and dress the few small spots on his back that were weeping slightly. As we walked towards the stairs, I looked over at Julian. He was stretched tight, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to adapt to the burning pain in his nipples. His muscled body was coated in sweat, with streams trickling down his ribcage and abs, and beading up on his pecs. He was moaning softly into the muzzle as well.

As Wolf and I got to the head of the stairs, I flipped off the light, plunging the Torture Chamber into total darkness before closing the door noisily. For most people, the darkness and the sound of the closing and locking door just added to the intensity of the Torture they were being left to endure. It worked on Eddie, whenever he was here being Tortured, and it worked on Wolf, as well!

When we were in the shower, with warm water misting down over our bodies, I asked Wolf; “Well, what do you think. Should I ask him to stay if he wants? He could make a hell of a houseboy, I think. Plus he cooks a LOT better then you do!”

Wolf glared at me for a second or two before grinning.

“Yeah, well, you’re no Cordon Bleu chef yourself, you know! But yes, you’re right. He’s be a hell of a houseboy, as well as gardener, pool boy, house-cleaner, Butler, and whatever else we could think of!”

I laughed. “Listen, boy, don’t think you would get him to do all your chores around here! You STILL would have to earn your keep, otherwise I might just have to boot your ass out the front door! You don’t get to sit around, and order a slave to do your work! Hell, that’s MY job! And don’t you forget it, SLAVE!!

Wolf giggled and mockingly said; “Oh, yes, Master! Whatever you say, oh high and mighty one!”

I glowered and gave him a dope-slap to the back of the head before we both almost collapsed in helpless laughter. When we had recovered, I told Wolf to dry off and let me look at his back. As I had thought, there were just a couple of small spots where the skin was broken, nothing very big. I put a few small bandages on his back, then told him to wear a shirt for the rest of the day.

We went back downstairs, and I told Wolf to go make something to eat, since he hadn’t eaten since dinner last night. As he was eating, I went back downstairs into the Torture Chamber.

Julian was standing bound to the cross, his head back and his eyes closed, seemingly still trying to adapt to the pain in his nipples. He was breathing heavily, moaning slightly with each breath, his thick chest rising and falling, his ribs and muscles working under his dripping wet skin.

When I stepped in front of him and reached out to stroke his abs, his head snapped forward, his eyes flying open, as though he hadn’t realized that I was there. I decided to let him down from his bondage, since he wasn’t as accustomed to long term restraint, as Wolf was.

“O.K. Slave. Get ready. This is gonna hurt like hell!” I warned him before reaching out, and unclamping both of his nipples at the same time!

Julian threw his head back and shrieked into the muzzle gag! He screamed again and again, the cords standing out on his neck, the veins popping out on his arms and pecs as his muscles strained against his restraints! When I started to roll his battered tits between my fingers to get the circulation back into them, he flexed his muscles as hard as he could, his veins standing out from his neck all the way down his torso and rock hard abs, to his thighs and calves! He screamed again and again, then screamed one more time, louder then before, and shot a huge load of sperm out of his erect cock, spraying it all over my chest and abs!

He then slumped down, limp, and seemingly only semi-conscious. His breath rasped in his throat, as I unbuckled the muzzle, and held his head up so he could breathe. In a minute of two, his eyes fluttered open.

“Are you all right, boy?” I asked him.

Julian swallowed two or three times before croaking out “Y-yes, Sir. O.K. Sir.”

I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the sweat and his load of sperm making our skins slick. I just held him in my arms for a few minutes like I did for Wolf after hard Torture until his breathing calmed down, and his pulse slowed.

“Can you stand by yourself, boy?” I asked him.

Julian nodded; “Yes, Sir. I think so, Sir.”

I let his verbal gaffe pass since he was obviously struggling to pull himself together. I bent down and released his legs from the ankle restraints and told him to put his feet together. When he had done so, I released his right wrist from it’s restraint. I lowered his arm slowly, just as I did with Wolf after long periods of restraint, to prevent cramps and muscle strain. When his arm was resting on my shoulder, I released his left arm, and gently pulled him upright, away from the cross.

Julian moaned, and slowly sank to his knees.

“Are you sure you’re all right, boy?” I asked, concerned at his weakness.

“Yes, Sir. I just need a minute or two, please. I’ve NEVER been tortured like that before, Sir. Wow. It was REALLY intense! Two days in a row of hard tit torture is a first, Sir”

Julian knelt in front of me, leaning his head against my legs for support while I stroked his Mohawk stripe. In a couple of minutes, he bent down, and began to kiss my feet.

Finally he straightened up, and slowly got back on his feet.

“Thank you, Sir. Slave has needed that for SO long! It’s almost every fantasy slave has ever had about being made to endure torture at the hands of a hot muscle master. Slave has seen lots of hot bodybuilders at the contests, and always wanted to know what it would feel like to be tortured by them.”

I pulled him to me, and wrapped my arms around him, feeling his hot, sweaty body against my chest.

I looked down into his eyes, and on an impulse, bent down and kissed him deeply.

“O.K. Boy, that’s just to let you know that I take care of my property. That does not mean that you are anything more then a low-life omega slave, is that understood, boy?”

“Yes, Master. Nothing more then property, Sir. Property to be used and tortured anyway that Master and Alpha slave sees fit, sir. This slave is scum for your use and abuse, Sir. Nothing more then that, Sir!”

“Good boy. You have it figured out, boy. You are just property, an animal for our use and enjoyment. You have no privileges or freedom, boy. If we want to take you to town to show you around, we will, or you might spend the next 8 or 9 days in chains here in the dungeon, never seeing the sun. Is that understood, boy?”

Julian nodded and said “Yes, Sir. Slave understands, sir. Slave will try to be the best slave it can be, Sir. Slave will stay in the dungeon for as long as Master orders, Sir. 8 or 9 days, or weeks, or months, or years, Sir!”

That was another hint that Julian might be wanting to become a permanent member of the household! He would be a good addition as a servant, that was for sure. I would see how he felt in a week or so, then discuss it more seriously with both Wolf and Julian before making any kind of a decision. Of course, I knew that Danny and Eddie would just die with envy if we ended up with a hot, handsome, bodybuilder butler and houseboy!

“O.K. Boy. Let’s go upstairs for a bit. I need to check up on slave Wolf, and you need to clean up, since you stink of sweat and cum! One thing you need to know, slave; I like slaves with big, thick nipples. Your nipples WILL be Tortured, or stretched, or pumped every day that you are here, boy. Is that understood, boy?”

“Yes, Sir. This slave’s nipples are to be enlarged, Sir. Actually, slave’s entire body is Master’s to do with as he pleases, Sir! This slave trusts Master and Alpha to not injure slave, Sir!”

With that, we headed upstairs. We went into the living room to be sure Wolf was finished with his breakfast, and was obeying my orders to take it easy. When we walked in, he was working on his laptop, doing some e-mails and the like. I locked his slave collar back on, told him that we would be back down shortly, and then we would see what we were going to do later during the day.

Julian and I went to my shower where we spent a couple of minutes washing the sweat and cum from our bodies. He dried me with one of my thick towels, then I ordered him to dry off himself. I then locked his collar back around his throat.

I had to do some work on my computer dealing not only with my business holdings, but I was working on some wedding plans for the day Wolf and I got married. I had some ideas of what I wanted, and I wanted to get Wolf’s input as well. It was going to be a special day for both of us!

When we came back downstairs, I ordered Julian to kneel naked in a corner of the living room with his head bowed and to not move until he was ordered to do so. He went to a corner, dropped to his knees, crossed his hands behind his back and put his head down, as a proper slave should do. It was just another clue that we might have found our houseboy!

(FINAL)

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3 thoughts on “Wolf Chronicles, Book 3, Excerpt: “Julian” – by Masterskrain (Complete 8-Part Story)

  1. Just a note, Masterskrain, to express the appreciation of the group for you sharing your considerable writing talents with all of us.

    I first came across your work a decade ago on Amazon when I purchased The Wolf Chronicles (Book One). It was unlike anything else I had seen on Amazon. The treatment of S & M into a genuine love story between Eric and Wolf was in a class by itself. An eye-opener … beautifully told.

    Thank you!

    -Aquadude

    • Thank you! What started out as a way to kill some time while sitting in my semi in a truckstop between loads has turned into a fun hobby now that I’m retired, and I’m glad you enjoy my modest efforts!

      • Well done. A great piece of story writing. Making the viewer in the same room seeing what is going on.

        Regards Manflesh

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