By Taurus
Part 12 – “More”
James enjoyed his life tenfold more with Russell at the reins. He was much more present and affectionate as a handler.
His morning on the sand track pulling his cart was essentially made a play session, as Russell would sometimes sing cowboy tunes as he walked around. He spent a few days getting used to it before he stopped laughing his ass off through his bit gag.
Submissive training became more varied. Cocksucking was done regularly still, but for every two days of it, there was a day with training for something else. Currently, James had the pleasure of being trained to take nipple clamps, a hogtie position, and finally, a dildo.
Finally, something in the ass.
No official pleasure sessions though, but that was good enough for his sanity already; it should tide him over a few weeks.
As for handler time, you can bet James spent it happily, talking about his feelings for the day. Russell listened, as ever, with dutiful patience. This meant therapy time during grooming sessions was gone, but that was a small tree lost compared to the rainforest he – or rather, they, had gained.
They, for Russell enjoyed spending time with James too. Loved, even.
The slave – or perhaps “his” slave, more fittingly – was a beautiful oasis in the searing desert, a shade from the overbearing sun, the water hardly a mirage; all James did was give him sincere affection and gratitude, something he had missed for quite some time.
Russell was so glad for the company that on his first day at the job, he devised a system for James’ pleasure sessions. For the 104th handler session, he told it to James.
“If you break any rule, you’ll be given 10 flogger lashes daily for one week and you’ll have no pleasure for one week. Also all scheduled pleasure sessions are cancelled.
“If you can get through 30 days without being punished, that’s a pleasure session you get after another 30 days.”
James eagerly agreed. Rare pleasure sessions were better than having none at all, and this loyalty card system ensured that he would be a good boy forever, not just in a couple of weeks.
Being accustomed to living an extremely disciplined life – he easily got through it all.
The following days were spent mostly to allow James and his handler to “click with each other”, so to speak. Quickly, they developed a chemistry, not of fear like with Arnold, but of love and care.
Russell’s tenderness did not mean he did not have the goods to inflict lots of pain however. At the cost of pinpoint, ruthless accuracy, Russell certainly hit just as hard, if not harder than Arnold did.
Eventually, Russell was comfortable enough in his new position to spend daily handler sessions naked at the request of his slave; initially just with his shirt off, then the pants came off, followed by footwear.
About three weeks later, everything came off. Russell’s body was put on display in the omni-directional lighting of James’ cell. Big muscles with just a touch of hairiness, as befits a burly outlaw, as fantasised by slaves many a time.
James liked this. There were a billion things he could do with this. Nipple worship, slowly sucking his handler off and just plain old cuddling ranked highest on his list.
Unlike with Arnold, there was no shortage of feedback from Russell. Though Russell would always leave at exactly 9 pm, he would always reassure his slave that he would be back.
The facility was hostile enough. Confidence that there would be safety from a handler is tantamount to sanity.
Day 164 rolled around – time for his true big day, his first pleasure session in 365 days.
As the lights flooded his cell in the morning, anticipation urged him awake.
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