Dog Days Are Beginning – Ch. 04 by HenryWolf12

Dog Days Are Beginning – Ch. 04 by HenryWolf12

Note: Contains hardcore BDSM elements. The events in this story are purely fantasy. In real life, please show respect and practice safe and consensual sex.

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Chapter 4 – Training: Day 3

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“Well, well, well,” Master Strike exclaimed as if he were the cat that got the cream. He stared in through the metal bars of Steve and Kev’s cell, gazing upon the pair wrapped up in each other.

The two cellmates hadn’t heard the morning call as they had been so deep in sleep. Frankly, sleeping together had given them the best night’s sleep they’d had since coming to the facility.

They both broke apart and jumped out of bed, standing at attention, presenting themselves to Master Strike. “Sorry, Sir,” they both grovelled.

“Looks like we’ve got some love birds in here. Punishment will be fun this morning,” Master Strike unlocked the cell and dragged the two men by the hair, out into the hall where the other applicants were eating their sub chow for breakfast. “No breakfast for these two,” Master Strike told the other Doms as he dumped their food in the bin. “I found them all lovey-dovey with their mattresses pushed together.”

Steve and Kev bowed their heads, ashamed of their actions, and sat on their haunches as the other applicants gave them sympathetic looks and continued with their breakfast. Truth be told, the two men were dreading their punishments but the comfort their comradery had given them was almost worth any punishment.

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After their morning sub mantra, the Doms passed out the daily punishment. It was a quick affair for most of the applicants who had clocked up 10 or 20 flogs with little to no infringements. That was apart from Kev and Steve who had clocked up 50 flogs each: 10 mandatory, 10 for pushing their beds together, 10 for cuddling, 10 for missing the morning call, and 10 for wasting sub chow. Steve and Kev gritted their teeth as the whips beat off their backs. By the time they had made it to 50, their faces were dirty with tears, their backs were angry with red marks and welts, and their lungs were heaving with exhaustion. Even Kev wasn’t his usual upbeat self.

“Let that be a lesson in disobedience to the rest of you,” Master Strike announced to the other applicants. “This isn’t a slumber party; you have no authority to go changing your bedding arrangements. It is a privilege for subs to be given anything to sleep on. And your bodies are not your own. We own them. Subs have no right to touch each other. And finally, it is a privilege for subs to be fed, not a right. Be thankful that we feed you at all.”

As Steve caught his breath, working through the pain, he felt responsible for the group being given out to. His every move really was being watched in this place; there was no getting away from the Doms’ preying eyes. He’d have to follow their rules to a T. Maybe this is what sub life is all about, Steve thought. Having no liberties or freedoms with every move you make being critiqued. If it weren’t for his physical pain that he could concentrate on, his thoughts on how restrictive his existence currently was would have overwhelmed him.

Master Rick made his way to the centre of the room. “Well done applicants, you’ve made it to Day 3, we’re almost halfway through our lessons! Doesn’t time fly?” He waved his tattooed arms. The faces, designs, and symbols on his arms were tantalising, almost hypnotic. Steve had to shake his head to concentrate on his words.

“Today will be all about sexual submission. You will learn that sub’s bodies are not their own. They are objects to be used for the pleasure of their owners. You will learn to give up your bodies to be used, whether that is orally, anally, or however else we see fit.” Some of the other applicants shifted about uncomfortably at Master Rick’s explicit language, particularly some of the straights.

“This is an important step in your journey to submission. It is about giving up control of your bodies sexually and placing all your thoughts on your owner’s needs. You must learn to concentrate on their pleasure alone, as your own pleasure is no longer relevant. A happy Dom, Master, or owner, means a happy sub. Remember that.”

“Before we begin, I reiterate what we have said before. Applicants are free to leave at any time. Sexual submission is not to be taken lightly. It takes immense strength to submit sexually and to be used freely. Some of you will have it in you to make this transition. Others, whether it is because you are stubborn, have too much pride, or deep down are not truly submissive, will break under the pressure. This is where we learn who the true submissives are. An important point to note: if you do not request to stop or quit, we will take this as your consent to engage in sexual acts with you. Does everyone understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” the applicants replied. Steve confirmed too but his heart was beating hard. Sure, he had had many sexual escapades before Mark but they had all been on equal ground, where there was mutual pleasure for both parties. Being collared and naked while a domineering man in leather peered above you and used you like a piece of meat tended to tip the scales in another direction. Sure, some of the Doms were hot, and the dungeon vibe played into some of Steve’s bedroom kinks, but giving his body up to a bunch of strange men who could have had any type of weird sexual fantasy, was a cause for some slight concern.

“Great! Well time for our first sex lesson. We’ve been thinking it over and we tried to come up with a way for you applicants to thank our wonderful Doms here for their hard work in training you all,” Master Rick smiled at the Doms.

“What we agreed on was that as part of your morning routine, after your sub mantra and punishments, you’ll give one of our Doms here an oral thank you. And by oral I don’t mean verbally.” The Doms all laughed at that one.

Steve groaned internally, I think we all know what you meant.

Master Rick clapped his hands, “Well Doms, pick a sub and enjoy.” The Doms made their way to particular subs. Master Rick went for 1, Master Bryce went for 10, and Master Strike went for 16. Steve was afraid Master Joe would seek him out given his behaviour yesterday, but he was relieved to see him go for 23. A hairy and burly helper Dom named Will strode up to Steve, slapping him in the face to focus him on the Dom’s crotch.

“It’s important for you to learn what pleasures your Dom,” Master Strike encouraged the applicants as they began pleasuring their Doms. Some wanted their boots licked, others wanted their armpits pleasured, others wanted their nipples sucked, while some went straight in for a blowjob.

“Lick my balls, boy,” Dom Will commanded as he lowered his leather pants and underwear.

Steve could smell the musky scent off of him, but didn’t hesitate. He had had enough punishment this morning. He pushed his face into Dom Will’s hairy nut sack. It was humid with sweat but he licked the balls as best he could. Mark wasn’t that into having his balls licked but Steve had slept with a few men in the past that had enjoyed it so he thought back to past experiences and applied them to the situation at hand. The skin was tender and the pubes tickled Steve’s face, but Dom Will seemed to be enjoying himself so far as he was audibly groaning.

Steve stole a glance around at the other applicants as Dom Will seemed to be in heaven, his head thrown back. Kev was nibbling on his Dom’s nipples, whose eyes were rolling back in pleasure. Paul, the straight guy who Steve had met on his first day here, had his face buried in his Dom’s armpit. A few of the applicants Steve saw seemed to be animated, enjoying it as much if not more than their Doms. 7 and 17 were deep throating their Dom’s cocks as if they contained the elixir of life.

“Pay attention, boy,” Dom Will slapped Steve’s face again.

“Sorry, Sir,” he grovelled.

“Ok, work my dick, boy. Put it in your mouth.”

Steve gulped, but placed the head of the cock on his tongue, tasting the meaty shaft. He closed his eyes as he continued to work down the shaft. It wasn’t as big as Mark’s dick but it was strange having another man’s in his mouth. It curved at the end so Steve had to manoeuvre his head to get it all the way in his mouth. He concentrated on not gagging as the head hit the back of his throat. It was made slightly harder when Dom Will held the back of Steve’s head and began pumping into his mouth.

“Your mouth feels so good, boy.” Dom Will patted Steve’s cheek.

Steve could feel himself slobbering as the saliva drooled from his mouth, down his chin and onto the ground.

“That’s what I love to see,” Dom Will groaned as he placed both hands on the back of Steve’s head and began regularly pushing his cock back and forth, making a mess of Steve’s face. His lips were red and dripping with saliva and precum.

The Doms carried on for the better part of an hour, some cumming more than once, others edging themselves, stopping, and then continuing again. Once they had cum, they commanded their applicants to swallow their cum, lick it off the floor if they had spilled any, or lick the sweat and cum from their Doms bodies.

Dom Will took an annoyingly long time to cum. Mark could hold back from orgasming if needed so could last pretty long but if he and Steve wanted a quickie, he could turn it out and cum on command. So Steve’s jaw wasn’t used to this amount of oral work and had begun aching the past 15 minutes. He was relieved when Dom Will groaned and came into Steve’s mouth. He tasted the salty liquid hit his tongue and his throat. He swallowed it as fast as he could, luckily it wasn’t viscous so it went down easy.

“Good, boy,” Dom Will lightly slapped Steve’s cheek. “You’ve got a good mouth for a blow job.” Dom Will smiled and left Steve to regain his breath. He moved his tongue around his mouth and swallowed, trying to rid the taste of cum.

It was hard to believe Steve had just consented to spending the best part of an hour with a perfect stranger’s cock in his mouth, forced to work his tongue around the head and push the shaft as far as it could go down his throat, and then swallow that man’s cum. He felt like an object, like a toy used and then tossed aside. It had been completely different to any blowjob he had given before where at least then he had been seen as a person and at least there had been some form of reciprocation.