I didn't know how long it had been since Henry had locked me in the cage. It seemed like days. My balls were still aching from my introduction to the Masters son William. My knees were in agony from hours spent pushing into the bars on the bottom of the cage. With almost no room to move I could only manage to shift my knees a few centimeters at a time to try and relieve the pressure. My thigh muscles were cramping from supporting my upper torso in such an awkward position and my neck was aching from my head being pushed down so far. My throat was dry and raw from the acid that remained after I had vomited. To top it off I was cold and had begun to shiver and shake. I didn't think I would be able to take too much more of this inhumane treatment. I guess I didn't really believe Henry, I still thought I was human.

Many hours later I slowly became aware that I was no longer in darkness. A warm light surrounded me, a glorious light, a blessed light. I was unable to see anything clearly, my vision was a blur, but oh the joy to have the warmth of that light surrounding me. From somewhere off in space and time I could faintly hear a voice. I couldn't make out what it was saying, only that it was there. I began to force all my concentration towards hearing what the voice was saying, but I was delirious. The more I tried to concentrate the more the voice sounded like insane ranting. As I managed to push back the delirium it became very clear that indeed what I was hearing was ranting. Jumbles of words that made no sense. Was there some other poor demented soul in the room with me?

Then sudden realization, the ranting was coming from my own lips. The shock sent me over the edge and I collapsed into blessed oblivion.

When I awoke I was no longer in the cage. I was laying on some kind of hard bed or table. A blanket covered my naked body, providing me with warmth. My vision was still a bit blurred but I could see and thankfully the light in the room was dim. It took me a few seconds to realize the Supermarket, being naked in the van, and that horrible nightmare.the cage, was not a bad dream. Then I heard his voice.

"Ah, It has finally woke up".

"Did It enjoy the time in the cage", he asked in that soothing voice he used on me in the van.

"No sir", I rasped. My throat was still raw from the vomit.

"That's good", he said as he approached the bed or table or whatever the hell I was lying on.

"Would It like to have me place It back in the cage?" he asked with a slight smile curling his lips.

"Oh please sir, don't make me go back in that cage", my voice crackled and rasped and tears formed and began to run down my cheeks. I was filled with terror. "Please sir, I'll be good I promise, but please don't make me go back", and I broke down into a full fledge crying spell with the big sobs and gasps, well you know what I mean.

He let me go on crying and pleading for a while, I guess he was enjoying watching me demean myself. He let me go on until the crying spell had turned into big sad sobs. He just stood there looking at me, his face a mask, hiding what he was thinking or feeling.

"It was only in the cage for sixteen hours". he said, "Barely long enough to get a taste of how bad this punishment can be. Imagine being forced to stay in the cage for days or weeks at a time. Wouldn't be very pleasant now, would it?"

"No sir", I managed to gasp. Just the thought of spending even another minute in that terrible cage scared the hell out of me.

"Well then It will just have to make every effort to be a good and obedient slave." His voice had hardened a little. "I will not hesitate to put It back in that cage if It does not obey, so be warned".

He then got that fatherly look back on his face and the twinkle in his eye. "Now that It has passed lesson one I have decided to give It a name. For the next part of It's training, we will call It, Pussyboy. Has a nice ring to it don'tcha think", he gave a little laugh and went on, "Pussyboy must be hungry and thirsty. Must be at least 20 hours since you last had food or water."

I looked up at him expectantly. He hadn't asked me a direct question so there was no way I was going to answer. I did not want to go back in that cage and I didn't intend on doing anything that would get me there.

"Henry", he called, "Time to feed and water the Pussyboy".

"Yes sir", I heard Henry reply from somewhere in the room. "It is in place, sir".

"Alright up you get Pussyboy", the Master commanded.

When I tried to sit up, sharp agonizing pain ripped through my thigh, back and shoulder muscles. I heard myself scream in agony as I fell back down to the bed.

"Get up Pussyboy", he growled, "I don't give a shit how much it hurts. Ignore the pain, get used to it. Unless of course you would like to go back in the cage."

That was all the incentive I needed. Although my body felt like it was being torn apart, I forced myself up. Small screams of pain escaped involuntarily from my parched lips. Finally, my legs slid over the side of the bed, my body was bathed in sweat from the pain that coursed through every fiber of my being. My feet hit the floor and I used every ounce of my strength and willpower to try and push myself forward and up. I didn't make it.

My tortured legs just couldn't take my weight and I fell like a rock to the floor. Scared and trembling, the threat of the cage filling me with unimaginable fear, I tried desperately to get myself up off the floor. Tears had begun to flow again. I managed to get up onto all fours, then slowly began to raise myself to a standing position.

"Oh no you don't", he said, "stay on all fours and crawl over to Henry."

I was still hurting but with no alternative but to obey, began the painful crawl over to Henry.

But now a new agony inflicted itself upon my tortured body. I had to pee. The Master hadn't said anything about the toilet, and I didn't have permission to speak. What was I going to do? Now that I was aware I had to go, that awareness became greater and greater.

It was slow going and it was agonizing, but I made it. On the floor beside Henry were two large, stainless steel dog bowls. One was filled with water, the other with what looked like dog kibble mixed with water into a kind of mush.

"Your dinner is served, Pussyboy", intoned Henry in his best butler style.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. They were going to make me eat dog food. I couldn't survive on that, could I? Unable to protest, fearing that dreaded cage and desperately needing a drink to sooth my parched and burned throat, I bent my face over the water bowl and began to lap and slurp up the cool refreshing water,. like a dog.

The water felt wonderful in my dry mouth and parched throat. I must have drank most of it when I suddenly realized how hungry I was. I looked up and could see the Master and Henry looking down at me with warm smiles on their faces, but no mercy in their eyes. I took one more disgusted look at the dog food, moved my face over the bowl and began to eat.

In all honesty it wasn't too bad, rather bland but at least it didn't taste bad. I must have been very hungry because when it was all gone I found myself regretting that there wasn't more. I then placed my face over the water bowl and drank deeply again.

The need to void had not left me the entire time and had become worse. The need to piss was wrapping itself unmercifully around my groin. What would they do to me if I should accidentally let it go. The consequences were too terrible to think about so I held tight. All my concentration was needed to keep my bladder closed. I must have been giving outward signs of my desperate need, because the Master looked at Henry and said, "I think the Pussyboy needs to empty his bladder, he may even need a bowel movement. What do you think Henry"?