Upon our return to the mansion, the Master and young William went on down the hall as Henry led me back to the room with the bed.

"Ok Pussyboy", said Henry. "Time for you to stand up."

The pain in my thighs had eased considerably from earlier so I gave it a try. As I stretched my legs out a sharp pain shot through the thigh muscle, but soon subsided. Although the thighs ached I was able to stand. Henry ordered me to hold out my arms and when I complied he fastened leather cuffs to each wrist. Each of the cuffs had a large metal ring attached.

Henry then walked over to the wall and did something that caused two heavy chains to drop from the ceiling, on either side of where I was standing. He came back over, took my right wrist, producing a padlock he locked my wrist to one of the chains. He then proceeded to do the same with my left wrist. Then he walked back over to the wall and I suddenly felt my arms being lifted by the chains attached to my wrists. As they rose the chains also moved out to either side. Soon the chains began to lift me but Henry stopped them when I was on my tip toes. So there I was stretched up, my arms pulled taunt by the chains forming a wide V shape and all my weight resting on my toes. I suddenly became scared again, maybe there is something just as bad if not worse than being locked in that cage.

Henry walked back over, stood in front of me and just stared up and down. After all I had been through I was still embarrassed to have another man staring at my helpless naked body. My helpless naked body that was starting to sport another erection. What the hell was wrong with me?

"mmmmm it would seem that you like this Pussyboy", Henry smirked. "Do you really like this treatment?"

"No sir," I replied.

"Well it sure looks like you do. How else can you explain that erection, Pussyboy?" he sneered.

"Ah", I stammered, "I ah, sometimes get hard when I have to pee real bad and I have to pee real bad now".

"But you just went", exclaimed Henry. "How could you possibly need to go again so soon?"

"Probably all that water I drank", I replied.

"Could be, but you now have a very serious problem. The Master is not going to let you go again for a few hours, maybe longer. And I know he is going to be here soon to punish you for your disgusting behavior in the kennels. Chances are your bladder is going to release that build up involuntarily. Should that happen the Master will be very, very angry. He may even be angry enough to throw you back in the cage. I sure am glad I'm not you at this moment." saying that Henry turned around, walked to the door and opened it. He turned, gave me a pitying look, shook his head and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Now I was terrified again and needed to pee worse than before. As the terror took hold my body began to shake and the need to pee became even greater. Pee pains started to spread out through my groin. I started hopping up and down on my toe tips trying to relieve the pains. This only caused my toes to start aching worse than they were. On top of that my dick was still hard and was now throbbing something wicked. I don't know which I wanted more, to pee or to cum. Unable to do either I began to cry instead, working my self up into quite a frenzy of fear and erotic excitement.

After what seemed an eternity, the door suddenly burst open. Framed in the doorway was a terrifying sight. A black hooded, heavily muscled man dressed in the strangest leather outfit I had ever seen. Besides the black leather hood, he wore what seemed to be some sort of leather harness over the top portion of his magnificent upper torso. It consisted of two black leather straps that came over each shoulder and attached to a black leather belt which went around his waist. Gold chains joined the two straps, one just above the nipples and one half way between that chain and the black leather belt. His crotch was covered by a leather pouch that bulged from the contents. Other than a pair of high sided black boots that was all he wore. Gripped tightly in his hand was a long leather whip.

The sight was so frightening I could not hold my bladder and I began to piss. I must have also found this whole thing extremely erotic because no sooner had I began to piss than I also began to cum. The piss flow suddenly stopped in mid stream and long ropes of cum began to shoot out of my poor cock. I was in such a state I don't know how many ropes I shot, but it seemed it would never end. When my nuts were empty the piss started again.

Now that I had shot my load, the erotic part of this little adventure was over and pure terror took over. I was so scared I passed out.

I woke up to a sharp, unpleasant odour. The Master was holding a small bottle under my nose. My shoulders were on fire, I transferred my weight back to my toes which relieved some of the pressure on my shoulders.

Then I noticed that young William was there as well. He was dressed much the same as his father, only the pouch between his legs was nowhere near as huge.

Then I heard the Master say to young William, "Now do you understand why I had to bring this incompetent fool here. He is totally incapable of looking after himself. He lets animals suck his cock and even his pissing and ejaculations are out of control"

"Ok dad, you win. It really does belong here", the little bastard replied with a smirk.

Tears of embarrassment, frustration and fear began to flow down my cheeks again.

"Why the tears, Pussyboy", the Master asked in that fatherly tone. "Ashamed of yourself for pissing and ejaculating all over my floor?"

Before I could answer he added, "If not you should be. It is disgusting to have a grown man piss and ejaculate out of control like that. But don't worry, you are most fortunate to have me to help you learn to control you disgusting habits".

"Henry", the Master called.

"Yes sir", replied Henry from just outside the door. He then appeared, but was no longer in his fancy butlers outfit. He was dressed much the same as the Master and William except he did not have a hood. He wore a thick black collar instead and his black leather boots came up to just below the knee. All in all it was quite an erotic site and I could feel my cock rising again.

"Lower the Pussyboy", the Master ordered, "he has a mess to clean up".

"Yes sir", replied Henry. He went over to the wall and did something which started to let the chains down.

When my feet first hit the floor I let out a yelp of pain. I had been standing on my tip toes for so long that something in my feet had stretched and didn't like being un-stretched. Finally my arms were almost down to my side when Henry walked over and undid the chains from my wrists.

"Now Pussyboy", said the Master. "Whenever you make a mess you are going to have to clean it up. You must admit you made an awful mess of my floor, don't you agree"?