Like a little child that has done something naughty I was kneeling in a corner waiting for Henry to come and escort me to the punishment room. I cannot tell you how humiliating it is to be constantly forced to do these things.

A few minutes ago I was making wild, passionate love with the Masters son. He was gentle and loving, kind and considerate. He had taken me to heights of sexual pleasure I had never been. My body and mind still tingled from stimulated nerve ends I never even knew I had. Then suddenly at the tap on the door it had all come to a crashing halt. Faster than you could snap your fingers, Willie reverted back to the prick William, whom I had come to detest.

As my body came down from the sexual high, the fear of the upcoming punishment took its place. New sensations of anxiety replaced sensations of pleasure. The anxiety soon turned to pure fear as I remembered the pain of that whip cutting into my flesh. Thirty-five lashes, how in the name of heaven was I ever going to survive thirty-five lashes with that horrible whip?

The fear became so great that I began to shake uncontrollably. Tears filled my eyes as I began to cry, I couldn't help myself. The last thing I remember was the room filling with the terrified screams of someone in mortal fear, then all went black.

I was swimming in blackness, around me the eerie sounds of slithering and sliding. My fear was great but I knew that if I did not continue to swim I would drown in the blackness. I did not know where I was going or where I had been. I swam on, my arms aching, my body shaking. I was tired and I wanted a rest, the terrible sounds of slithering and sliding became louder and louder.

So tired, oh so tired.

Must stop for a moment.

Rest for just a moment.

As I stopped swimming I could feel myself drifting downward, but I was so tired, just had to rest.

Suddenly I felt something slimy curl around my right leg. I tried to shake it off but it hung on tight. My fear was so great bile rose in my throat and I began to spew. The vomit that spewed from my tortured body sent shockwaves through to my very being. It was fluorescent, glowing a bright green. The light from my vomit made my terror even greater when I witnessed the horrible creatures that surrounded me. My glimpse at the horror was only momentary as the light from the vomit soon diminished and blinked out.

The shock of the vomit and my surroundings momentarily made me forget the horror that was slithering up my leg. I kicked again to try and dislodge it, but it clung tightly to me. When I tried to reach for it with my hands I found them to be tightly secured behind my back. I was helpless as the slimy horror continued to travel up my leg.

It slithered slimily past my knee and was winding around my upper thigh. Any moment it would be brushing against my cock.

Just as I expected it to pass between my legs and brush against my jewels on its upward travel, the horror stopped. My heart stopped along with it. Even my shaking stopped. The eerie sounds stopped. For just a fraction of a second there was nothing.

Then I felt a delicious tickle in that sensitive spot between my balls and asshole. Back and forth, round and round. I could feel my cock begin to stiffen. The tickling moved to my nutsack, shit the horror was turning me on.

The tentacle or whatever it was seemed to stretch out thin and wrapped it's self completely around my nutsack and tightened. I could feel it squeeze my balls and then begin to pull downwards. I began to panic, thinking the fucking thing was going to try and pull my nuts off. As it pulled it tightened and loosened the grip around my balls and it felt fantastic. Instead of screaming in panic and pain, I was moan in ecstasy.

As it continued to pull and release, pull and release it also began to move again. However this time as it moved it just kind of slithered around my balls, continuing to keep its grip and pulling and releasing. Then I could feel the tip of the tentacle flicking gently against the base of my throbbing dick. If this kept up I would be blowing my hot seed all over the fucking darkness.

I gave a little giggle at the thought and shouted out loud, "Look out you motherfucking horrors I'm gonna drown the lot of ya in cum".

The tentacle continued to work it's way up my pulsing shaft, then began to flick gently across that most sensitive of spots just be low the slit. All thoughts of anything but the pleasure of this creature bringing me closer to that magic moment, left my head. I moaned and squirmed in pure ecstasy.

Then I could feel the tentacle entering the cum shoot, oh shit it was going to go up my cock. I was in fear but at the same time I was experiencing pleasure like I had never known. Farther and farther up my urethra it traveled, it felt cool against the heat of my throbbing dick. When it reach what could only be my bladder it stopped for just a fraction of a second, then suddenly pulled almost all the way out instantly.

The feeling was almost like shooting a wad. Then just as quickly it pushed all the way back up, then out, then up again. The horror was fucking my cock hole and taking me to heights of physical pleasure I never knew possible.

Then a whole new feeling enveloped my dick. It must have brought up another tentacle, because I could feel it wrapping around the outside of my cock. It wrapped itself around three or four times and began to masturbate the outside of my dick in time with the other tentacle that was fucking the inside.

I was no longer moaning in pleasure, I was screaming in pleasure. It picked up the pace, faster and faster. I could feel myself reaching that magic high when the build up of pressure within my nutsack would become so great that it would shoot forth my love seed with tremendous force down my urethra and out into the world.

But how would it escape with that thing up my dick? That thought passed momentarily through my head but was quickly lost in the pleasure. My nuts began to push against the confines of my nutsack still wrapped by that pulling, pushing, squeezing, releasing tentacle. Rising higher and higher until they could hold back no longer and began to release their precious cargo.

I began to shoot great wads of love juice all over the blackness around me as I screamed in ecstasy.

I was still screaming and shooting great wads of cum as I came back to the real world. Load after load shot forth from my dick around which my hand was firmly wrapped. As the final weak wad shot, or should I say dribbled out I became aware of an audience.

The Master and William were standing there in their skimpy leather outfits, a wicked smile on their faces. Henry was kneeling beside me holding a thin metal rod with a little knob on the end. He also had a wicked smile on his face as he stood up and looked down at me.

I, as usual was embarrassed, my face, I'm sure turned beet red. Shit would this stuff never end. But hot damn that was one hell of a dream. I wouldn't mind a few more like that.

"Well Pussyboy", the Master began, "we cannot even leave you for a few moments alone, you are so sick you just start wanking. By the way, I do not remember giving you permission to touch your dick".

Oh shit I thought, the fucking punishment, he is going to add to the punishment. But I was asleep or something. Shit I shouldn't be punished for something I do when I'm asleep.

"Now what do you think I should do about your abominable behavior Pussyboy", he asked in that dreaded fatherly tone.

"Please Master", I whined as I rolled over and got up on my knees. "I didn't do it on purpose I was having a terrible nightmare. Please don't whip me Master I will do whatever you want, but please don't whip me".

I was totally terrified again and fell to the floor shaking and crying.

"Stop the fucking crying", he yelled.

That only terrified me more and then all was blackness again.

When I awoke I was stretched spread eagle from chains in the ceiling and floor. The lights were dim and there was a strange smell in the air. I looked around as far as I could stretch my neck in each direction, but from what I could see I was alone. It was then I noticed why the light was so dim, the room was lit with candles. They were spaced about a foot apart, on a ledge about a four foot off the floor that seemed to go all around the room. The lighting designed to instill even more fear.

A door opened behind me and I could hear the shuffle of feet. The Master appeared first from my left followed by William. Henry came around from the right.

"Ah the wimp Pussyboy is finally awake. Still shaking, but at least the crying has stopped. So you are really afraid of the whip, little wimp Pussyboy". He paused for effect. I was too terrified to say anything.

"That's good Pussyboy, it means that after tonight you will be totally obedient to your Master. You will know without doubt that disobedience means the whip and you will do anything to avoid it. So you see Pussyboy I am really doing this for your own good".

I guess my terror had reached a peak because I found that the shaking was easing up and I was able to comprehend more of what he was saying. Could it be that you can only experience fear to a maximum point for just so long and then you begin to loose it. The moment of truth was at hand, but instead of passing out again, I was beginning to calm down.

The Masters looked me straight in the eye and asked, "how did you like your faggot training this evening?"

I wasn't expecting the question, so was caught off guard and stammered, "ah.ok.Master".

"Just ok?", he questioned.

"Well no sir, it was really good. I did enjoy it very much, William is a very good teacher, sir" I did much better that time.

"Oh it's William now, is it?" he asked.

I am sure my heart stopped. I looked at William and could see that he suddenly had a very worried expression on his face.

"Sorry sir, I meant to say Master William".

"Master William.mmmm. has a very nice ring don't you think, Willie", he said looking directly at his son.

Williams face went pink and he began to stammer, "I can explain Sir. I thought."

"You thought!" the Master said between clenched teeth, "who the hell told you that you could think. I trusted you to take that slave and teach what I wanted you to teach him. Instead you took that wimpy assed, Pussyboy pig and made fucking love to him. Worse still you let him make love to you. Don't you know you can ruin a perfectly good slave with just a few thoughtless actions?"

"I'm sorry sir, but it seemed to me to be the best way to teach him what you wanted in the time allowed". William manfully responded. "If there had been more time my approach would have been entirely different".

"Is that so?", the Master asked.

"Yes sir it is", was his bold reply. William was not going to give an inch here.

"So you are trying to convince me that you thought that was the best way at the time and that you have no feelings for this slave?" he asked.

"No sir, I am not trying to convince you of anything. I am just stating what happened and why. I have no feelings for this slave other than that I want to train him to be the best slave we have ever had".