Slave Training (Open to one dominant female)

[LucianDevine]

"Damn it all..."

Devon cursed aloud as he paced around the circular room he had been brought to, or rather, forced into.

"Stupid bastards."

It had been his parents' fault, all their fault. They hadn't wanted a kid, yet they had kept him anyway. Devon's parents hadn't exactly been abusive, but they were far from what you would call affectionate. They had always done exactly as little as they could legally get away with, while being able to do their own thing. It had been like that up until his eighteenth birthday. Then, everything changed.

His eighteenth birthday had only been a week ago, yet here he was. They had offered to let him drink with them, in the privacy of their own home. In truth he should have suspected something then, should have known something was up. The night had started innocently enough, just a few beers, but then they started to bring out the liquor . At that point, he had lost most of his inhibitions, so he didn't give a second thought to his actions as he took shot after shot. He had passed out in the end...but not before he made the biggest mistake of his short life. While he was drunk, his parents had asked him to sign something, and he had done it, not knowing what it was. How could he possibly have known that he was signing his life away.

Even now, he hadn't been allowed to reread the print on the contract he had signed. All he knew, was that he had been old enough to do it, and had then unknowingly done it.

Devon was still pacing circles around the small room when he heard the lock on the door open. He turned to it as it opened, watching a woman enter.

"Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want?" He asked, not bothering to hide the anger and contempt in his voice.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Interesting.” A soft voice said as a woman watched the image of a young man stalking around a holding cell on a small screen.

“I believe you said you wanted a challenge, ma’am.” The man sitting in the chair beside her said and she smiled, laughing softly.

“That I did, Derek.” She answered, turning and moving across the room, her heels clicking on the wooden floor as she made her way towards the door where the man was being held.

People had always flocked to Cassandra’s side. Ever since she had started to develop in high school, she’d always been the most popular and the one with the magnetic personality. She’d had more lovers then she could possibly count, many of them the slaves that she kept in her employ even today.

She’d been training men and women professionally for almost five years. What had always been a past time of hers had turned into a serious business shortly before she graduated college. Now at 26, she was one of the best in the business.

Still, she had never been in a situation before like the one that faced her the moment she opened that door. The young man…Devon…had been brought to her facility by his parents. They claimed he was a hell raiser, a head strong youth that needed training. She got all the wrong signals from the two as they explained that they were no longer able to control him.

She’d agreed, partly to get him out of a potentially bad situation. And his parents had paid handsomely. He would fight her. Oh, he would put a fight. The very thought put a smile on her face as she put her hand on the handle to his door, twisting the lock to enter. In time he would learn why he was there and what had gone so terribly wrong in his life. First, though, they had to get introductions out of the way.

Stepping into the room, she was greeted with profanity and a voice full of anger. She met it with silence, her arms crossing over the black dress that she wore that day. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a sleek pony tail, trailing down her back as her brown eyes surveyed the man in front of her.

“Such language.” She said, her soft voice carrying much authority. “I have to wonder if your parents weren’t right about the headstrong streak you seem to have.”

 

[LucianDevine]

The words of the woman before Devon only served to piss him off that much more. He was not normally one to hit a woman, but even he wanted to slap the authority out of her. He held back that desire though, knowing that he wasn't likely to get out of this room any sooner if he did such a thing.

"And I can't help but wonder how they would know that I'm headstrong. They've spent as much time as possible ignoring me. They, of all people, don't know shit about me."

Even as Devon spoke, he let his gaze move down and back up, giving the woman before him a once over before finally looking directly into her brown eyes with his own bright green orbs. He offered up a small smirk before continuing. "And you didn't answer my questions." Devon said, feeling his anger start to get the best of him. He took a single step towards the woman as he spoke again. "Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want?"

 

[heartofcourage]

Cassie allowed the silence after his demanding questions stretch between them until it grew uncomfortable. She watched as the young man squirmed, his anger rolling beneath the surface and his eyes locked on hers. Such defiance and anger in one so young, she thought to herself as she stood her ground and did not look away.

He was angry. He was strong willed. He was defiant. It was all the qualities that someone lesser trained would have whipped out of him. She didn’t want to do damage to him, but she would mould him into something that was truly amazing. He would bring a pretty penny when she was done.

“Who I am is inconsequential.” She said as she slowly started to pace around the little room. “If you insist on having something to call me, it shall be Ma’am. Simple. Easy to remember.”

She was treating him like a child, but then again, he was acting like one. He had to understand what he was doing there. Unless…Something had smelled a mile away about the deal that the man’s parents had struck with her. Perhaps a call to the authorities would show them that she was not to be messed with, but that could come later. Right now, she needed to focus her attentions on the young man in front of her.

“You seem to have quite the anger problem, my boy. And such a foul mouth. I will give you the opportunity to greet me properly and should you fail, I’m afraid I will have to call in backup.” She said, her soft voice laced with steel that let him know that she wasn’t messing around.

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon couldn't help but be annoyed at how long it took the woman to respond. So long in fact, that he even started to fidget a little, something that he did subconsciously, and forced himself to stop doing as soon as he caught himself doing it. His gaze never wavered from hers though, even if it did just serve to make him more and more angry by the second.

Even when the woman finally spoke, her words did nothing to curb his anger. He followed her with his eyes as she paced slowly around the room, turning to keep her in front of him, in case she tried to do something when he wasn't looking.

The final words the woman spoke though, really pissed Devon off. He did not like being called boy. He didn't like being threatened, and he really didn't like her tone, even if it did reflect the seriousness of her threat.

"And why do you think this boy should call you that? You come in here with this heir of superiority, talking down to me, threatening me, and now making demands. I've never hit a girl before, but you are really pushing my limits. If you're planning on calling in backup, you may as well go ahead and do it. It'll give me something to hit.

Devon knew that he was getting himself into more and more trouble with this woman, and that the hole he was digging for himself was only getting deeper. He didn't care just then though. He'd already started down this path, and he had no choice but to stick to it.

 

[heartofcourage]

Cassie had never had someone so angry brought to her before. Of course, most of the men that came into her service came willingly. Devon’s words, his posture, told her that he most definitely wasn’t there because he wanted to be. It would be a challenge, and she would also ensure that his parents knew that she was on to them.

Still, she had to focus on the task that was at hand. He was in her care now and he was blatently disobeying an order. She would never let a pet, especially one as young as him, learn bad habits like the ones that he was displaying at the moment.

“When you act like a man, then you shall have the honor of not being called boy.” She said, raising an eyebrow at him as he clenched his fists at his sides. He would fight her, that was most certain.

Walking to a panel in the wall, she pressed a button and an intercom buzzed to life. “Derek, would you please bring Michael and Sam. Our newest boy seems to be a bit…willful.”

Turning back to Devon, she crossed her arms again and studied him for a long moment. She could give him another change, but she knew that he would not listen to what she said. He would rage and fight, make his own life a living hell, and she was there to ensure that he came out the other end of his journey in one piece.

The door beside her clicked open and in came three burly men, standing at the ready for her order. “Restrain him.” She said simply and the three moved into action.

The fight that Devon put up was brief, the three men much too strong for the young man. Soon, he was hanging on the wall braced by iron shackles that had been specially installed for just such a purpose. As the three men retreated from their task, she moved towards Devon to look at him closely for the first time.

“I would say I’m sorry, boy, but I made it very clear what you were to do. Since you seem unable to follow simple directions, we will have to do things the hard way.”

 

[LucianDevine]

The woman's comment about him being treated a man when he started to act like one really only served to piss Devon off. In his mind, he had a right to be pissed off, and it was not up to this woman to tell him when he could and couldn't be angry.

Despite the fact that the woman pissed Devon off so, he couldn't bring himself to charge at her. Even in his irrational state, he knew that he wasn't really pissed off at her, she was just in the line of fire. He was infinitely more pissed off at his parents than he was at her.

Devon did remain tense and angry as the woman started to move though, and though she'd said she was going to do it, and he'd called her out on it, he was not exactly thrilled when she called for backup, and he was even less thrilled when he saw the size of the three men.

The order, when it came, was two simple words, and the second the woman spoke them, the men were moving. Devon was ready for them, and as soon as they got close, he was swinging at them.

Though a fist and a couple of elbows did land, the fight was still practically over before it started. Devon knew that he'd stood no chance against the men, but he was not one to give up easily. He was still kicking and struggling as two of the men held him and dragged him backwards. It didn't take long to figure out what the third man had been doing, because despite his efforts, Devon found his wrists being locked into iron shackles. He continued to struggle even then though, wrenching and pulling at the restraints that kept his arms above his head, almost uncaring about the damage he might cause to himself.

The woman's words didn't cause Devon to give up his struggles, but they did slow slightly as his bright green gaze glared at her from beneath his short black hair. "What? This isn't enough for you? What the hell else do you intend to do to me?" Devon asked before starting to pull at the shackles once more.

 

[heartofcourage]

Cassandra stood just a few short feet away from her newest pet, watching as he struggled. Normally she would take the measures to makes sure that they could not harm themselves, but it seemed that this willful one needed to learn a hard lesson. He had a temper. He was angry to begin with and he was most definitely there against his will. It was all things that she could work with. In the long run, he would be happy in his new position. That much she was sure of.

“What do I intend to do?” She asked, an eyebrow cocking as she reached out to touch his handsome face. “Well, despite the want to break that willful spirit, I find it very refreshing. No, I think you will be trained and will be with me for a long time. You’ll be so beautiful kneeling at my feet with those green eyes shining in defiance.”

She trailed her fingers down his cheek, across his full lips. She ran her thumb across the bottom lip, a grin on her face as she felt him tremble and then she traced over his throat. Soon, she’d have a collar placed on him, but that would wait until he was better behaved. Down his chest and to the crotch of his pants. As she pressed her palm against him, a slow smiled spread across her face.

“My, my! Such a big boy, aren’t you?” She purred, her fingers wrapping around the length of a semi hard cock.

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon listened to the woman speak, and though he did try and turn his head away from the hand that reached out to touch him, he did not actually try and bite it. He wanted to, that much was certain, but he was defenseless before her now, and such an action would only get him into more trouble.

The first touch of the woman's hand on his cheek actually brought Devon's eyes closed. When she spoke of him kneeling before her though, staring up at her, the green eyes that she spoke of opened and met her brown ones. "And why would I ever kneel before you?" Devon asked defiantly, trying to ignore the hand that was trailing over his face.

Despite his strong words though, the touch of that hand send a tremble through Devon's wiry frame. He wasn't big and burly like the men that she'd brought in, but he did work out, and his body was covered in lean muscle. That tremble changed to a jerking motion though when the woman pressed the palm of her hand against his crotch. "Hey what the fuck lady?" Devon asked, trying to pull himself out of her grasp. He couldn't stop the low groan that came with her wrapping her hand around his clothed cock though, semi-hard from the adrenaline and testosterone from him trying to resist her and her men. Though he was only eighteen, his cock was already a firm eight inches when it was fully hard, with an inch and a half girth.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Oh, trust me my boy, there will be a day when you beg to kneel at my feet.” She said with a grin as she started to slowly stroke his rapidly hardening cock.

The heat of his skin through his pants told her of his excitement. He might not know it, but she could see something in him that was very rare for the men in her care. He had the need to serve, the want to do it, and he was fighting every minute of it.

“Lesson one, boy. You will address me with respect. Ma’am or Mistress will suffice.” She said, smiling at the low groan that burst from his lips without warning. “You can do that for me, can’t you, my dear?”

Leaning forward, she pressed her blood red lips against his each, using her teeth to nip the sensitive flesh hard. She pulled the skin as she heard him gasp, letting it go before she licked the curve of his ear.

“Address me properly and you shall have a reward.” Cassandra murmured against his ear, another nip to his ear lobe sending a shiver down his spine.

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon heard the woman speak, and he was already shaking his head no before her started started to stroke over his hardening length. Damn his body for betraying him! "No! Never!" Devon cried out. He'd had to look out for himself for as long as he could remember, and he'd never backed down to anybody, and he was not about to start now. He twisted and turned as much as he could in the shackles, trying to find a position where the woman couldn't get her hands on his cock. Despite his efforts, he couldn't stop the low groan that slipped from him. As much as he hated this, his cock wanted it, that much was evident to both of them.

The woman leaning forward to kiss him caught Devon off guard. His eyes flew wide open, and he gasped against her blood red lips when he felt her teeth nip at his lips.No sooner did she let go of his lips, than she was pouncing on his ear. Devon tried to turn his head towards her, denying her access to his ear and neck. He couldn't do it though, she had all of the power with him bound as he was, and on the surface he hated it. Deep down though he felt a slight desire for her to continue, and that desire sent a shiver of his spine.

"G-get off me you crazy bitch!" Devon cried out desperately, already breathless from his continued struggles, first against the shackles, and now her ministrations. At every step of this process though, her hand was on his cock, stroking it at a relentless and merciless pace, almost seeming to not care about the barrier that was his jeans and boxers.

 

[heartofcourage]

Cassandra bit the skin of his throat firmly, leaving a mark before she took a giant step away from his body, letting him hang in the chains. She could see his jeans tented and she smiled, knowing that his body wanted what she could give it. But there was the foul little mouth on the boy that needed to be sorted out.

“Well, boy, it seems that you will need correction. Pity. I had hoped I might play with my newest pet.” She said, turning from him and walked back to the panel in the wall, pressing the same button that activated the intercom.

“Derek, would you be a dear and bring me a crop and the special cream?” She asked, stepping away as she got an affirmative answer.

Turning back towards the boy, she watched as he glared defiantly at her. “You will learn that I do not tolerate disrespect. I also detest those that curse. For that, boy, you must be punished. It’s a true shame since this is your first day with us.”

As the door opened, Cassandra directed her slave to place the items on the table. “Derek, please undress our new guest, please.” She said, her brown eyes holding those green ones captive as the burly man moved to remove Devon’s clothing.

 

[LucianDevine]

The feeling of the woman biting at his neck pulled a cry from Devon, and her retreat from him elicited a soft sigh of relief. His chest heaved as the woman spoke and turned to walk back towards the intercom on the panel on the wall.

Though he knew what a crop was, Devon was anything but happy to hear about her wanting it and some sort of cream. He could only guess at what the woman intended to do to him, but even that guess did not sound good to him. His gaze didn't waver though, even if he did swallow hard when the man came in, bearing the items the woman asked for.

Of all the things that had happened so far though, it was the woman's next order that actually left him speechless. He did not like the prospect of being naked in front of another man, especially if it was that man who was going to be undressing him.

"I...no...wait!" Devon cried out, but by the time he was able to forced out the words, the man was already pulling his shoes off. Devon tried to kick at the man, but once the guy realized that he was going to be fighting back, he held each limb as he pulled at the article of clothing that clothed it, being none too gentle in the process.

Despite the strength and leverage the man had though, Devon didn't stop fighting, and felt good every time he did manage to land a blow, even if it was just a glance or superficial damage.

When the man was finally done, Devon hung naked in the shackles. His wrists had already been red, but now there was a similar red ring, caused by the man's grip, on both of his ankles. Despite the struggle though, Devon's cock stood erect and proud, to his own shame, and he could only turn his head away from both of the people in the room, blushing terribly with embarrassment.

 

[heartofcourage]

Cassandra watched his struggle with interest. It was hard to accept this, she knew that. She would never do anything to a slave that she herself had not done. She had a rather nice friend that had shown her the ropes, keeping her as a slave herself for a while to show her both sides of the issue.

Derek used force as was necessary and Devon cried out in the most heart breaking way. He would be so much fun to break, she thought as he finally hung naked before her. Derek came back to her side and she found her gaze drawn to the hard cock that stood proudly before them.

“Look at you, my boy. How could you possibly be embarrassed about something so beautiful?!” She exclaimed, picking up the crop as she moved back towards Devon.

Using the leather tip to catch his chin, she turned him so that his eyes met hers. She smiled at him as he blushed brightly. “Never turn your head from me, boy.”

“Derek, when we delivered punishments, how many swats does a wayward slave get for disrespect?” She asked the man behind her, her brown eyes locked onto the wide green ones before her.

“Twenty, ma’am.” Came the deep answer, a smile curling her lips even further.

“Twenty, my stubborn boy.” She said, making sure that Devon knew what was about to happen. “However, since you are new, I will give you the chance to lessen this punishment. Address me properly and we will make it ten.”

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon heard the woman's words, but didn't turn back to her. She might have been serious or taunting him, but it didn't matter. His options for resistance were few, but he clung to them as best he could. Despite that desire to cling to his resistance though, the touch of the crop on his cheek did prompt him to turn his head to face her. In fact, it was more the crop than her demand that guided his head.

The conversation that the woman had with Derek almost had Devon turning from the woman once more. He tried desperately to steady his breathing, trying to compose himself as best he could, as well as will his cock to soften before the scrutinizing gazes of Derek and the woman.

Even as he heard the woman speak, Devon found his gaze drawn to her blood red lips. In the end, he simply shook his head before bowing it before her. "And what the hell is the difference between ten and twenty, I mean really? Just do what you're going to do and get it the fuck over with." With one more slow and deep breath, Devon forced himself to stand up right, meeting the woman's gaze with his strong and defiant green eyes as he tried to brace himself for what was coming.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Thirty it is then.” She said, watching those green eyes widen. “Defiance will get you nowhere, boy. It would only allow you more punishment.”

She took a step back and swung the crop experimentally in the air, listening to it swish as it cut through the air. She watched Devon’s eyes follow the arc and wondered just what was doing through his head.

“Normally, a slave would be expected to keep count, but I think today Derek will do so out of the kindness of his heart.” She said as she snapped the crop down hard on his chest.

Behind her, Cassandra heard Derek start the count with each hard slap of the crop. She reddened his chest with the first ten and then moved to his belly with the next five. Five were delivered to each inner thigh and the final five directly to his hard cock. It strained for released and she could practically see it pulsing as Devon writhed in his bonds.

 

[LucianDevine]

Even though Devon expected the punishment to come, and come in full, he did not actually expect her to increase it, and his eyes widens when the word thirty left her mouth. Those same green eyes watched the arc of the crop as she stepped back and gave it a firm practice swing.

Devon didn't like the sound and thought of having to count the strikes as the punishment was delivered, and he was briefly relieved that he wasn't going to have to count them this first time. No sooner did she finish telling him that though, than he felt the first firm strike come down on his chest. He flinched terribly and cried out in pain at it. Even as the crop lifted for the next strike, he heard the first count from Derek, and was already tightening in preparation for it.

The first ten strokes came on Devon's chest, and he flinched and cried out with every one. He knew they were coming, and he was tense through the entire ordeal, but even that tension could only do so much. The next batch came to his stomach, and though it was only a bath of five, which lessened the pain a bit, Devon still found himself crying out and flinching with each strike.

Devon did more than flinch when the next batches came to his inner thighs. He actually struggled to keep his eyes open, because he felt that it might be easier for him to endure this punishment if he closed his eyes. The larger reason though, was that he felt that it would show weakness if he closed his eyes, and he was trying his very hardest not to show any weakness to Cassandra, especially this early in what he could only assume was going to be a very long relationship.

Words couldn't describe the pain that came with the final set though. Every one of them came to his engorged and throbbing cock, and every one of them stung like hell. As much as he wanted to turn away from her, in the hopes of getting a thigh in the way of the crop, he knew that that would only makes his punishment that much worse. So he was forced to endure five hard and direct strikes on his cock. His cries lifted louder and sharper than any of the others, and he actually felt that the amount of time between the strikes was delayed a bit because of how much he actually jumped between each of the them.

Despite the rough and thoroughly painful experience though, Devon's cock was still rock hard and throbbing with every strong beat of his heart. He was truly breathless from the ordeal, and as much as he truly wanted her help in giving him an orgasm, he just couldn't bring himself to say it, not after what she'd been saying, and what she'd just put him through. So he was forced to endure the most painful erection of his life, hoping that she would give him what he wanted, even if he didn't truly expect her to.

 

[heartofcourage]

Cassandra could see the strain of holding back his orgasm shaking his body. He wanted to cum. He wanted to beg. His pride wouldn’t allow it though and that was certainly a shame. He would make a fine slave when she was done with him, one that she very well might keep as her very own.

“A glove, please Derek.” She said, leaning against the small table in the room, watching as Devon panted through the pain of the lingering strikes.

He certainly was a thing of beauty. His long, sleek muscles told her that he was a man that enjoyed physical activity. She would have to remember to keep him on a regiment that ensured that his body stayed nice and tight. She liked the dark hair a top his head, although it needed to be a little longer. The better to get a good grip on him when the moment demanded it.

And then there was the cock that was throbbing before him. It was stunning. Nearly eight inches, she guessed as she watched the heavy phallus sway with each gasping breath he took in. He still had a punishment coming for his foul language so there wasn’t time for pleasure. Maybe when he learned a little bit of control, she could allow him to find what he was so desperately searching for.

Taking the glove from Derek, she pulled it onto her right hand with a snap and then grabbed the small container of cream. Walking up to Devon, she liberally coated her fingers and started to smear the cool cream around his cock and balls. She took a moment to stroke him with sure motions of her fingers, drawing the gasps and moans that were like music to her ears before she let him go.

Taking a step back, she smiled at him sweetly. “I do not allow my slaves to talk with such language, boy. The cream might be cool now, but it will grow hotter. Uncomfortably so. You’ll be begging for relief and should you ask nicely, I might consider it. Derek and I are going to leave you to think about what you need to think about and we’ll be back later. Have a good time, boy.”

With that, she turned and motioned to Derek, the burly man falling into line behind her like a puppy as they left and locked the door.

 

[LucianDevine]

Though he wasn't entirely sure what to expect from the woman, Devon certainly didn't expect her to ask Derek for a glove. His eyes narrowed as he forced himself to stand tall, too proud to sag in the shackles, despite everything he'd been put through so far.

The loud snap of the glove on the woman's hand brought Devon's gaze back to her. He swallowed hard as he watched her literally coat her fingers in the cream Derek had brought in earlier. He swallowed hard as she brought her hand close to his cock, but when she touched his abused cock with it, the cool feeling that came with it was truly relieving, and it only increased as her hand coated his balls as well. Devon sighed softly, but that sigh turned to a series of gasps and moans when her touch shifted to a sure stroking motion. Try as he might, he couldn't resist the woman's touch, or the pleasure it gave him. In fact, he actually groaned briefly with dismay when her hand left him.

The woman's words were sobering to say the least, and Devon's green gaze returned to it's previous hate-filled stare. He wrestled with his bonds once more, but it was as fruitless now as it had been before.

The room was quiet for the most part after the Derek and the woman left. The only sounds were his breathing and the occasional sound of his shackles when he moved. That quietness didn't last long though. True to the woman's word, the cream coating his abused genitals started to warm up. Devon clenched his bound hands into fists and closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the sensations flooding hid genitals. Those sensations weren't easy to ignore though, and soon he started to fidget, trying even harder to distract himself at the heat shifted from pleasant to arousing and finally to uncomfortable.

The harder Devon tried to ignore the sensations though, the more he focused, and the more he fidgeted, the hotter the cream became. His breaths came faster and faster, and soon he was literally writhing in the chains that bound him so. He held out for as long as he could, held out until the cream felt like it was going to actually burn his cock. Only then did he finally cry out.

"Alright fine! I'm sorry! Is that what you want to hear? I'm sorry!" Devon took in several ragged breaths while he waited and hoped the woman would come back through the door. When she didn't though, he closed his eyes and cried out again.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry for cussing, and...and for calling you names! I'm sorry ma'am. Just help me please!"

 

[heartofcourage]

Cassandra was watching patiently on the closed circuit television as Devon writhed and pulled at his bonds. There was something beautifully poetic about the young man struggling to contain himself as the cream that coated his cock started to warm and burn his skin. It would do no permanent damage, but the boy didn’t need to know that, she thought.

She watched until he started to call out for her, telling her that he was sorry and she knew then that he wasn’t a totally hopeless case. She left the room and made her way back down the hall, entering the room to find a rather frantic boy jerking against his bonds.

“Calm down, boy.” She said as she drew closer to him. “The burn will ease in time. Deep breaths now. That’s it.” She cooed to him, talking him down from the intense sensation. "Such a good boy, aren't you? Shhh...."

She reached out and stroked his face, turning his vibrant green eyes towards hers and smiling at him. He was still squirming and she knew that the worst would be over by now. The burning would slowly stop and her point would be made. She might have been weaker than him physically, but her will was law and he would do well to remember that.

“Now, I believe you have something you would like to say to me?” She asked him, leaning against the table with her hip as she waited for him to start talking. She hoped he had learned his lesson and she hoped that she could get him settled into a room for the evening. It was all up to him, however.

 

[LucianDevine]

The sight and sound of the woman entering the room pulled Devon's head up and around immediately. He was still writhing with the burning sensation that tortured his genitals, but her presence, as well as her first statement helped ease his worries a little.

Devon's jaw quivered as he listened to the woman before him, trying to focus on her voice now, as well as the deep breaths. His head shook and eventually bowed when she called him a good boy, but he didn't say anything.

The touch of the woman's hand on his face, and the pull of it, brought Devon's gaze to meet hers once more. His breathing had slowed noticeably, and the pain was quite tolerable now. There was less intensity and anger in the green gaze that looked at the woman before him now, but his green eyes still shone as he watched her walk back towards the table in the room.

Once again, Devon had to listen to the woman speak. He heard her words, and he knew what she was expecting. He hated knowing what she wanted him to say, and hated more the fact that he knew he was eventually going to say it. He was helpless before her in this position, and she was his only way out of these shackles.

With a resolute sigh, Devon blinked his eyes and bowed his head. "I'm...uh...sorry...Ma'am. For the anger...the cussing...and insulting you too." Devon paused to take a deep breath but did eventually continue. "I just don't know this place or why I'm here, and you were the only one available to take my anger out on." Devon fell silent after he spoke, but his green gaze did eventually lift once more. He hated knowing that his fate was in this woman's hands, but it was out of his control.

 

[heartofcourage]

Cassandra was silent for a moment as she heard his apology, his voice soft and his head bowed. He was a natural and he didn’t even know it. He would make a glorious pet kneeling at her feet and the very thought made the corners of her mouth tip upwards in a sly, seductive smile.

Moving towards him, she held his gaze when he finally did look up. Pressing into his space, she let her body rub against his, the cloth of her clothing brushing against the sensitive head of his cock as she reached out and pressed her hands against his chest. Raking her nails over his hard nipples, she grinned at him as he shivered and a soft moan left his lips.

“You will be glorious one day, my boy.” She whispered to him in a husky voice that spoke of seductive promises. “You bow and tremble before me and you don’t even realize it. In time, we will look for the answers that you wish to have about you family, that I promise you, but for now I will train you to the best of your potential.”

Her right hand continued to trail down over his belly, her fingers wrapping firmly around his hard, throbbing cock and she slowly started to stroke him. She could see the tortured pleasure in his face and knew that his mind must be warring with the rest of him. His body knew what he wanted though and the throbbing cock was only part of the visible evidence. The way he was breathing, panting for breath, the way that his hips started to pump against her hand, the way that he looked at her with such desperation, it all painted such a pretty little picture.

“Tell me, my boy…how many have had the pleasure of this cock?” She asked him, her words whispered against his ear. He could resist her, rage against her, retreat into himself, but she was nearly certain that his lust would supersede all of that. “And answer me correctly, boy. I wouldn’t like to punish you again so soon.”

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon didn't know what fate awaited him as the woman moved towards him. He kept watching her though, until he felt the cloth of her shirt brush against the sensitive head of his cock and her hands press against his bare chest. His eyes closed then, and he sighed softly. That sigh quickly turned to a low but audible moan though, when he felt the sharp rake of her nails over his hard nipples. His body quaked once more, the sound of the shackles that bound him echoing off the walls.

The woman's words brought Devon's eyes open once more, though it was as much the tone of her voice as the words themselves that caught his interest. "T-train me as what?" He asked, stuttering when he felt her hand firmly grip his achingly hard cock and slowly stroke it. Another moan slipped from him then, and even as his eyes closed, Devon's hands fisted in his bonds. He hated that his body responded so to her touch, but try as he might, he couldn't force his body to obey. Already, his young and inexperienced body was being pushed towards am orgasm, and his hips started to rock towards her stroking hand of their own volition. His eyes opened once more, and he opened his mouth to ask her to stop, but his lips simply quivered silently as no sound came out.

Words whispered against his neck pulled another throaty moan from Devon. He knew that the answer he was going to give her was only going to make her even happier, but as much as he wanted to lie, he knew that it would only bring more trouble upon himself. "N-none...M-Ma'am" The second word was more of an afterthought, but it came out of it's own volition. Once he realized what he said, he quivered once more in his shackles, cursing himself in the privacy of his own head, still trying desperately to regain control of at least his words, lest he make an even bigger fool of himself for this woman's amusement.

 

[heartofcourage]

“Train you to be someone’s lovely pet.” She whispered against his ear as her fingers continued to stroke his throbbing cock.

He may want to fight her every step of the way, but she knew that in time he would be eating out of her hand and begging for more. It would take time and he was in luck…she had all the time in the world.

He was lovely too. His moans were pure and unrestrained. The way that he struggled against his bonds showed off the lines of his muscular body. She already knew now that when it came time to find him an owner, she would display him in chains. Her lips moved to his earlobe and she nipped at the flesh with her teeth, tugging on it as he started to rock his hips against the stroking of her hand.

“None?” She asked in a whispered question, pulling away from his neck as she looked him in the eye.

He was telling the truth. She could see it in him as he quivered again his bonds and she smiled slightly at his resistance. Oh, this would be even better than she imagined, she thought to herself as her grip grew tighter on his cock and her stroking more forceful.

“Well, my boy, you will bring me a pretty penny, won’t you?” She purred, her hand a blur on his poor cock. “We will start you training tomorrow. I have big plans for you.”

She was going to make him cum. She was going to rip the choice out of his hands and even if he begged her to stop, she wasn’t. “Look at me, boy!” She cried out as his eyes tried to turn away. “Beg me for release.”

 

[LucianDevine]

Devon didn't truly understand the woman's words. The feel of her body pressed so close to his, her breath on his neck, and of course her fingers steadily stroking over his throbbing cock made it very hard to concentrate on anything else, despite his best efforts. His fists tightened until his knuckles were white, and he even squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying everything he could think of to resist the woman.

The feel of the woman's teeth nipping at his earlobe, pulling at it as her hands continued to work him over pulled a long and ragged breath from him. His hips continued to rock to and fro, giving in to the pleasure that his mind fought for all it was worth.

A gasping sigh slipped from Devon's lips when the woman finally pulled her lips and teeth from his earlobe. His eyes opened then, meeting the woman's gaze with as much defiance as his young body had left. His bottom lip was quivering from the pleasure though, especially as her grip tightened, and her hand started to move faster. He could already feel the building sensation in his gut, and he hated knowing that he was helpless before it, helpless to his bodies desires, and this woman's whims.

The woman's hand continued to pick up speed, and though he heard her words, they didn't even register in his mind. He was writhing in the shackles, and with the ability to do nothing else, he turned away from her and tightened every muscle in his body, knowing even as he did so that it was hopeless. Only the woman's final words cut through his pleasure. "NO!" Devon cried out in one final effort to defy this woman. He knew he was going to cum for her, but by god, he was not going to beg her for it!