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 3 - Training: Day 2
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Steve awoke to the banging of cell bars.
"Morning applicants! Rise and shine for a brand new day of sub training," Master Joe chuckled as he gazed in at the occupants of each cell, unlocking the doors and opening them.
Steve groaned as he lifted himself from the mattress. His body was stiff. The thin mattress did very little as it felt as though he had slept on a hard concrete floor. It looked as though Kev felt the same. "How'd you sleep?" Steve asked him.
"Not too bad bro, I was out like a log," Kev stretched, loosening his joints and muscles. Steve saw Kev was sporting a morning wood. "I wonder if I could pull one out before we start training." Kev peered around, looking for Doms as he playfully stroked his dick. Steve was surprised by how unfazed he was at waking up to a naked man that wasn't his husband. Besides the cell bars, metal collar, and all-round dungeon vibe, it almost felt like waking up after a one-night stand. I guess this is the life of a sub, Steve thought.
"It's your funeral if you get caught," Steve almost laughed. He knew how stringent the Doms were for infractions. Kev would probably get a walloping for masturbating, but this frat bro was starting to grow on him. He had a sort of naïve charm to him that was hard to dislike.
"Quiet in there," Master Joe yelled at them. "Line up outside." The applicants lined up in a row outside their cells, some of them looking a bit worse for wear. They were led out to a hall where they were fed their sub chow and water in metal bowls. Everyone complied with their new norm. It's strange how fast you get used to being treated sub-par, Steve wondered as he ate his bland food from a bowl on the floor with the other applicants.
After their breakfast, the applicants recited the sub mantra. Steve remembered it for the most part, but stumbled over a few words. He bowed his head during these parts, hoping the Doms that surveyed them wouldn't spot. Steve noticed a few of the other applicants struggling too.
"Well done applicants. You have made it to Day 2," Master Bryce announced. "Today we will be learning about punishment. It is important to learn that a sub's body is not his own. They will be punished for indiscretions and misbehaviours. It is also important to note that owners have every right to punish subs without just cause as is their right, and subs should be grateful and privileged to be punished by their owners." Master Bryce smirked, his eye growing devilish.
"With that in mind, let's begin our first lesson in punishment." Master Rick said as he grabbed a flogger from a table; it had many faux leather straps hanging from it. The other Doms followed suit. Steve heard many of the applicants audibly gulp. "8, here, you'll be the first to receive their punishment," Master Rick pointed in front of him. 8 was a 22-year old white twink who looked terrified. Two of the helper Doms secured 8's hand's to leather cuffs dangling from the ceiling so his arms were secured above him; he had nowhere to run.
"Again, any applicant wishing to quit is free to do so," Master Rick reiterated. "You will all receive 10 flogs as part of your morning punishment. This is mandatory of course, and you will also receive extra flogs based on any errors. For example, 8 here pissed the bed last night, so he gets an extra 10 flogs." 8 hung his head in shame to which Master Rick grabbed his head. "Head up, eyes forward, remember your sub positions. That's another 10 flogs." 8 looked as though he might fall apart.
"He also stumbled on his words during the sub mantra, so gets another 10 added on, 40 in total. Ready, boy?" Master Rick walked around 8, surveying his naked body.
"Yes, Sir." 8 nodded.
Master Rick whipped the flogger off 8's back, leaving a sharp whack echo throughout the room. 8 shouted in pain, a red mark brightening itself on his lower back. "One." Master Rick went again and 8 yelped in pain. "Two." On and on Master Rick went, racking up the number of flogs and bringing 8 to tears as he struggled through. He was writhing in pain, his face red and dirty with tears but on he went until he had taken the full 40 whacks.
Master Rick came up close to 8, hugging him and rubbing his head. "Good boy, you did well. You took your punishment like a good sub. Now what do we say to your merciful Dom who took the time out to punish you and teach you your place?"
"Thank you, Sir." 8's voice broke, barely able to get the words out.
"You're welcome boy," Master Rick petted 8 as he was let down from the shackles and left to sit on the floor, catching his breath and working through the pain.
"8 did an exemplary job there," Master Strike explained. "He took his punishment like every good sub should, he learned his place, and was thankful for the punishment he was rewarded. You should all take note of this. It is an important step in breaking you from what you were which was a Norm to what you truly wish to be which is a sub."
The punishments continued as the various Doms each took individual applicants to flog. 13 racked up 60 for improper sub positioning, chatting, failing to finish his sub chow, not knowing the sub mantra, and talking back to a Dom. He only made it halfway and screamed to be let go, and was thus cut from the programme. Similarly, 2, 15, 19, and 29 received high numbers of flogs and couldn't make it through the punishments; they were all cut from the programme.
"Punishment Day always weeds out the most applicants," Steve heard one of the helper Doms comment as he readied Steve for his punishment. He received 30 flogs: 10 plus 10 for chatting with Kev and 10 for not knowing parts of the mantra. He had to process his punishment. He thought it unfair for being punished for just talking or forgetting a mantra that he had only learned yesterday, but he knew it would be easier just to accept it. He knew it was the best way to learn so as to avoid future indiscretions. He was nervous but slightly relieved that he hadn't racked up as much as the others.
The Dom who punished him flogged his chest and stomach. The first few weren't that bad but as they went on, his skin became more and more sensitive with repeated hits so they became unbearable. Steve concentrated on his breathing, moving to a place mentally where he could put everything else out of his mind and just focus on his punishment. I deserve this, just accept it and move on, he told himself over and over again so he could power through it. If he stole the punishment of its power, it was easier to take.
There were tears streaming down his face as the flogs went on. He drowned out the sound of the Dom counting each one. And then it was over. He had made it through the 30. He nearly collapsed to the floor as he was unshackled from the overheard constraints. Steve was surprised he had made it through. It was over like a flash. That place he had gone in his mind had helped him through the physical pain. He had accepted his punishment. He had focused on the reality of his submission and pushed through. Was that the sub space he had heard about? He pondered over these thoughts as Kev was brought up for his punishment.
Kev was given 30: 10 plus extra for stroking his cock and chatting. He made it through them no bother and yelled victoriously once he had completed them. For that he was given an extra 10, which only seemed to spur him on further. What a champ; well done, Steve thought, smiling at his cellmate.
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In the afternoon, the applicants were given some free time at ease where they could let their guard down and relax. They were let outside into the yard for some recreation. Luckily it was warm outside, as they were all still completely naked. The compound was in an isolated rural location so there was no fear of any outsiders spotting a bunch of naked collared men roaming around. The yard had a high chain link fence around its perimeter. The applicants could leave any time, but I guess the fence added to the aesthetic of submission and restriction.
Steve saw applicants bathing in the sunlight like they were on holiday, others strolled on the grass. There were a few working out or running around the track. The scene was almost comical. Steve chatted with Kev and a group of applicants who were all surprisingly upbeat. They had loved the lessons so far and were excited about the ones to come. Some of them were living out their submissive fantasies and were taking in every moment. For Kev and one or two of the others it was the challenge of the training that they found rewarding, like an intense boot camp that Mark had mentioned before.
Steve caught himself. He had barely thought of Mark since the training had begun. He wondered what Mark would think of all this? Seeing his husband naked and collared, being led around like a piece of men, being whipped and punished for wrong-doings. Being treated like a true sub. Would he beam with pride? Would he be upset or disgusted? All Steve knew was that he missed him and couldn't wait to see him. Keep it together, he told himself.
Steve excused himself from Kev and the others. He smiled. It was interesting how cliques had already begun to form. Steve walked around the grass, surveying different groups. There was Kev and his group of positive people who were excited about the training. Then there was group of older applicants; a group of younger applicants in their 20s; a group filled with people consoling each other (they seemed to be the antithesis of Kev and Co.). And, of course, there were the loose stragglers, who stuck to themselves. All in all, they had lost a good number of applicants already. They were down to 22 from 30 after 1 and a half days. Who knew how many would make it to the end?
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After their break, the applicants were led back into the facility to practise their sub positions. They were all doing well until the Doms added an extra element to the lesson. They walked around and whipped them with a riding crop to add stress to the situation. They would give them a short smack on their back, thighs, abs, chest, or arms and were expected to remain completely composed.
