Chapter 13 and 14 added at the same time. Thanks to everyone tracking the story.


Chapter 14: Wanting My Master to be Happy

My Master knew that I didn't like pain, but reminded me that he did. He absolutely loved dealing pain and it made him happy. So he asked if his toy would like the game to continue now and accept the red door, or it would be punishment enough to go back to my dorm room, never knowing if I would ever get to play the game again.

I picked the red door, now out of the toy box. Took off the helmet and boots as instructed, and knew that my further instruction was to jump into the boiling pool on the other side of the red door, and stay in as long a possible before getting out, and then do that 5 more times. But first. I was alert. There were some tools before I jumped in the second time that I could use to be safe and prolong the agony, if I agreed of my own free will. Of course I did.

I jumped through the red door, and stayed in the molten pool for a few blindingly painful second before climbing out to the cool tile and laying down on my back. Two padded wrist cuffs dropped onto my belly, I put the first one on and was trying to figure out how to close the second one when it snapped shut on its own. Against the wall was a double chain system and I hooked up each wrist. I trusted that the chains would pull me out in time, and dived in to the pool. Moments of hot white pain later I was pulled out by the machine. But I hit my head and scraped my ankles.

My Master voice but no image. If you want more control and less lasting damage, put these on, my toy."

"My masters toy thankfully accepts My Master's tips," I said. My Master's Toy had two more jumps into the pool to go, if I wanted to stay in the game. I hooked up the neck and leg restraints to chain endings that were provided and jumped in… although it hurt, My Master's Toy was getting used to the heat, I think. And I was thankful that the metal of the bands on my wrists ankles and neck didn't get super heated. This time My Master's Toy was pulled out over the boiling pool, which I now realized wasn't actually boiling, but like a Jacuzzi was being aerated. It was still too hot to be comfortable, it hurt, and as I was suspended over the pool my back began to hurt.

My Master and My Master's Toy had some questions and answers about this and a weight belt descended, and with anthropomorphic snake heads, it wrapped itself around my waist. The belt got heavier and heavier. I knew I was not to leave the room until My Master' Toy got into the pool one more time. But My Master's Toy was restrained. So I had to beg to be dipped into pool and the weight on my back kept increasing. My Master's Toy had to beg for it. Beg for it. Beg for it.

I blacked out and woke restrained to a geodetic circle that moved like one of those space toys, or the one that Bruce Wayne had in one of those Bat Man movies. My Master gave his toy a few pushes so my Master's toy could feel what it was like to be twirled around. It really wasn't so bad, and I was compelled to answer so.

Then My Master described in advance what the next session of punishment would be like for his toy, and I was reminded that I had agreed specifically to the punishment, even back when I was still Ianto Jones or Greg Merrick. Because when I was given pleasure as My Masters Toy, it was so good I had lost control, breaking a rule by closing my eyes to savor the pleasure.

Strangely without suggestion, and because of the burning of the pool I was neither hungry or thirsty, though I imagine considering the times I had rested or been blacked out quite a bit of time had passed. Well, I guess that's the surreality of the dreamscape. I was glad that I wasn't currently seeing a shrink like after that last undercover assignment. There would be no explaining how real some of this felt, and how long the dream-game had lasted.

And I didn't want it to end. Even if I had to stop for a bit I knew I could never leave this behind, spending hours, days or weeks with moments, filled, so filled, the euphoria and the sharp, shocks of getting off, over and over again. It meant nothing to the real world, but everything to me.

I was asked if I wanted more pleasure game, and My Master's Toy had to beg for punishment before My Master would punished me. It would make My Master happy. Or, I could go back to my dormitory room right now and never play this again, or I could be to be punished and make My Master happy.

It really was a no brainer for me. I begged to make My Master happy. My Master smiled and brought out a large wooden mallet with a pebbled surface and wacked me a few times to stunned silence. Until I screamed, I was instructed to request more. Since we weren't in the toy box, I could just say, "My master more," and then be given more. And after the dunking, found I could request more several times, as this wasn't as painful as the boiling, searing heat that my sense memory could so clearly recall. For a moment the two pains combined, and I found I had to focus on my muscles and bones being struck in the moment to forget the other. But I had stopped talking.

My Master stopped. The next few times would lead to the screaming. I knew it. My Master told me that he was planning to continue on for quite a while during the screaming phase. I think he wanted to see if I was feeling dread or terror at the prospect that I would be in screaming pain in just a few more moments. The throbbing pain I felt now filled my senses. I wasn't terrified, I was complacent. I didn't want it, but My Master wanted it.

He gave me water in a hard penis shaped dispenser that I sucked. He said that no matter what I was going to scream in pain, but he could make it feel better at the same time. He wouldn't explain how, but if I wanted to feel better at the same time that I felt pain, I should beg for it now, because I wouldn't be offered this chance again.

I may have been complacent to receive pain, even though it wasn't my favorite thing; but knowing I could also get pleasure? I begged.

Quite unexpectedly, he sucked me off, and despite the bruises and aches it felt great. Not really sure how that worked, but it was damn fine better than the ones I had in the booth with my fellow students, that was for sure.

"I'm going to suck off your ape penis one more time, but this time I'm going to put a dildo up your ass, do you want it my toy?"

Back to that ritualistic language were we? He was going to do it anyway, but he wanted me to beg for it. I begged in the proper order. I don't know how he did it so fast, but within 10 or so minutes I was coming again, with a very wide very deep, almost painfully sharply pointed so dildo up my arse and spreading my hole wider and wider, that was squirting me with something that made me feel so, so good. I begged, begged for more.

First he restrained the dildo and reminded me that I had some punishment coming yet, that he would program the giant cock up my arse to make me feel good, but that the sharp points would also hurt. My Master was going to strike me until I screamed and wouldn't stop striking me until I came for a third time.

However, some recovery time was in order as the dildo in my arse, shrunk a bit so it would have room to move, slowly messaged me until my dick grew hard at the fullness and stimulation, my hole and channel quivering in that it had been stretched so far before, but still getting stroked now.

My Master put a protective device over my hard penis so he could "go to town" with striking me, and evidently it also was to help me get off because the vagina-like message of the protective covering felt so good. My Master assured me that I wouldn't come until I was screaming in pain, and I begged for him to continue… my haze of pleasure increasing. Pleasure. Pain. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Working together rather than fighting a war. And in the end I didn't like the pain, screaming, screaming screaming. But coming for the third time felt so good.

I was given a choice to rest in the resting room or be sent home. I chose the resting room. I rested. I fed, I was stimulated. We would next see how long or how fast it would take for My Master's Toy to come.

I would be sent to the toy box in my Master's living room and strange men would fuck My Master's Toy. We would see how many men needed to fuck My Master's Toy before I got too tired and broke one of the rules. Then My Master would get to strike me again or something else painful.

I agreed to go until a rule was broken, because My Master so enjoyed making me hurt; and he deserved that pleasure for giving me such pleasure. I was whipped and flayed, my arms and legs were broken and set several times over the hours or days or weeks, or months and somehow because it was a dream and it was a game when I woke up in the sleeping room I was always healed.

It made me more daring in asking for pain but I could only go so far. Because of this, because I did not relish the pain, because I could not genuinely answer that I was enjoying the pain, no matter how many times I asked for the pain to be delivered to My Master's Toy, My Master was becoming bored.