By Taurus
Part 12 – adaptive_conversion_executable-v0.3
Luke awoke with a start, startled by the rattle of the metal cage he was in getting kicked, which intensified his torturous headaches. If only he could call for the axe of Hephaestus to open the way for Athena.
Luke’s freedoms had always been diminishing, but now he was subject-
Matt could not bother to put him in a bed, or to even lay him flat. Or rather, he was too active in taking care of his very naked and very large guest. Luke was stuffed into a cramped cage in Matt’s dungeon and given just a leather pillow for warmth.
***
“Had a fun day out yesterday? Meet any friends? Get any nice food?
“Blow a big load, even?”
“No, sir, I -”
“Hmph.”
As soon as Matt was done hearing Luke’s tales of his exploits (or exploitation), the bodybuilder was sent off to the living room, commanded to crawl their way there. Although Luke only had to move 30 feet, he took two minutes to do so as Matt frequently commanded him to stop to receive an anal plug and to get spanked.
On the coffee table in front of the couch, there was a ball gag and a pair of nipple clamps, obviously denoting Luke’s destination.
“Put these on.”
Luke quickly fastened the gag around his head, but hesitated, and the foundations of his poised kneeling posture began to shake with even the thought of opening the clamps – the previous day’s session had gotten him quite worn out.
Matt tried to reassure Luke that nothing heavy would hang from those rings in the clamps, but Luke refused.
“Please don’t make me, it still hurts…”
Luke heard only a sigh as the sole response-
***
“Put these on.”
Luke, gagged and drooling, looked at the clamps in his hands. The foundations of his poised kneeling posture began to shake with even the thought of opening the clamps – the previous day’s session had gotten him quite worn out.
Matt reassured Luke that nothing heavy would hang from those rings in the clamps.
“You won’t get your teats ripped off.”
Yes, bitch boy. You’re going to accept this pain, and especially because you love it so much that you give that pain to yourself.
***
“I said, put these on.”
Mustering all his strength, Luke grit his teeth as he braced for the pain of clamps biting down on tender flesh, which never really came in the massive droves he expected – these clamps were mercifully quite loose, suitable for wearing a long time.
Matt sat back, brows furrowed and with the visage of a frustrated artist. No sooner than his back touching the couch did he sit up again to muffle Luke further.
“You weren’t exciting enough yesterday. I’m so disappointed – you get your dick unlocked while you get so much stimulation, and then you say you can’t cum?
“But don’t worry – I think you can be taught what’s ‘interesting’.”
After ordering Luke onto the coffee table, still on all fours, Matt produced colourful woven strings from his pocket and tied them to the rings of the nipple clamps, while the ring on the anal plug received a chain.
As Matt stepped back, Luke understood what this meant, and immediately began shaking himself to move his various added appendages. While the nipple tassels were merely visual – and simultaneously very difficult to see from his angle – the chain on his ass was rather noisy but charming in a comical way.
For once these few days, Luke was able to have fun. Having fun is difficult when 80 percent of your time is spent naked and strapped to a simulator, while the rest of it is spent ruminating on how good an orgasm could feel.
Of course, not to mention the fact that Luke was abused by strangers as a toy just the day prior. Twirling some tassels was a vacation in-
***
Matt subscribed to the philosophy that one should have ambition in the things they do, or one should not bother with it at all, as it would only create mediocre, half-hearted excuses.
“Go big or go home” applied to Matt’s way of handling Luke – no one wants a half-hearted slave.
Although Luke was unlocked from chastity and was hence able to get an erection for the second day in a row, this profound pleasure was soundly counteracted, by a sound (pun intended), of course. On the end of the sound was a small ring, to which Matt, again, fixed tassels to. Fist mitts rendered Luke little more than a horny puppy, complete with begging eyes, mute mouth, and a tail made from chain.
If there were smaller animals with quicker eyes like mice watching, they may be hypnotised by the rapidly spinning colourful tassels. The chain worked like a wind chime – though rather dull and flat in its tone.
“Stay interesting,” Matt said as he began masturbating in front of Luke.
Luke wanted only to cum. Having to bumble around while making cute noises was an expense of such he decided to shoulder without –
***
Luke dutifully cleaned off Matt’s dripping cock and licked up any stray globs of cum elsewhere, dangling his tongue from his mouth and shaking his body in the wake of a job (hopefully) well done.
“Good boy,” Matt chuckled, as he stroked Luke’s head. “Hands behind your head.”
Luke complied.
“Good, now let’s lock you back up.”
“Huh -“
***
Luke dutifully cleaned off Matt’s dripping cock and licked up any stray globs of cum elsewhere, dangling his tongue from his mouth and shaking his body in the wake of a job (hopefully) well done.
“You don’t get to cum. You’re a bitch that doesn’t know its place.
“For your own good, you will be locked back up.”
Luke whimpered –
***
Luke dutifully cleaned off Matt’s dripping cock and licked up any stray globs of cum elsewhere, dangling his tongue from his mouth and shaking his body in the wake of a job (hopefully) well done.
It was a job well done – Matt even gave him several pats on the head and locked him back up without any further punishment.
For the first time, Matt smiled back as a result of him being a good slave.
This was a good day.
“Okay, slave, go back on the sim. I’ve got a surprise for you.”
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