Pointless was beyond crying. He had cried himself out hours ago, but still they came. In the beginning he had refused the first four cocks that came through, but after them finally relented.
There had not been a lot of chance to improve his sucking skills, he was tired, and thirsty for something other than semen. Another cock came through the hole and he turned away from it, letting it hang there before it retreated.
To the side came a click as a lock tumbled open. Turning his gaze, he saw Master as the door opened. He had a leash, and Pointless opened his mouth to thank him for coming.
A shock through his collar sent him screaming and tumbling out of the box. He groveled on the floor, after a slow recovery he found his Master's shoes. A kick sent Pointless back enough for Master to attach the leash forcing Pointless to his feet.
"Apparently you didn't believe me, Pointless. There were five cocks you refused, and some you are wearing. Tomorrow you will answer for that." Master told him as they walked through the club. Pointless saw that only two slaves were missing from the lot. Pointless was concerned as Master led him through the dungeon to the showers.
Securing the slave's hands over his head, Master turned on the chilling shower, letting it run over him. The water trickled in his face, but tried to move to let all of him get washed, and he started to shiver from the cold.
Pointless watched Master come in and unhook him, leading him to his cell dripping wet. When he got to his cell Master pulled the chain that ran to each cell and hooked it around his neck.
He looked and saw his fellow slaves.
Bitch-boy was laying on his mat, the biggest smile on his face, but his cock a fire red. Cringing he saw where the slave had been while he was in the box.
Cocksucker was lying face down on his mat, sobbing quietly into his arms. His back, ass and legs were striped red, starting to turn to bruises. Pointless had seen the girls undergo a beating, each a nice shade of red.
Hopeless was also sobbing into her hands. Minutes later he heard a vibrator start up and she groaned and squirmed. After sounding for a few minutes, Pointless heard her voice change to panting and quickening breath before the sound stopped and she sobbed louder.
Useless and Worthless were meeting each other's gaze and giggling to themselves as they watched Hopeless's ordeal. And Whore and Candy had not returned from the upper floors.
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Pointless lay on his mat, neck chained to the floor. There was only enough to go from his mat to the bucket in the other corner. The chain was heavy and it tired him out if he moved to much. It was the following day, and Pointless stayed still as he waited for his Master. He had punishment coming, and it both aroused and terrified.
He watched as Master came and leashed Bitch-boy, the newest male slave, and led him into the club. Pointless looked as they walked away, grateful that it wasn't him going up there. Flinching, he shifted as his cock started to rise, the punishing spikes in his cage pointing into his most delicate flesh as he wondered what was in store for him today.
Master returned to the dungeon, picking up a leash as he moved. The slave saw his Master coming toward him and he struggled to move to kneel. The heavy chain trailed behind him as he knelt when Master entered his cell.
"Now it is time to be punished for your refusals yesterday. Five cocks refused, two more you refused to swallow." Master snapped the leash on his slave. He started out immediately headed for the elevator. Pointless followed behind, eyes down.
