The Dungeon Pt 11

Chase came into Pleasure's cell. She was as she had been every night since he found what calmed her to sleep. Tapping a button her belt sprang to life, causing her to squeak with desire. Her eyes opened and she moved to where she could kneel as best she could.

Once she was unrestrained and ungagged she trembled in need for her Master. "Thank you Master."

"Silence, slut." Chase snapped at at her as a leash clamped onto her collar. "You are going to see what I have been working on." He started to walk away, leaving her in her cell. When she did not follow the collar around her neck closed, cutting off her air. Scared she scampered after her Master, making sure to keep the leash slack now. He paused at another slave's cell, and waited. A light correction on her collar had her looking to him in fear. "I stop, you kneel. Get on your knees, stupid slave."

Pleasure sank to her knees, afraid of upsetting her Master further. Once she was down he turned to the other slave whose cell he was at. The male slave whose cell Chase had stopped at looked up at him then back down.

"Boy, I have a special treat for you. Consider it your transition from slave to pleasure whore."

The slave didn't speak, but Pleasure saw his cock harden being spoken to. He knelt and waited until Chase snapped a leash to him.

"Come on, my humiliation slut. You and my pleasure whore will like my new edition." Chase took both leashes and led them into the club. Boy's cock was stiff as ever, but his gaze was down. As the two slaves followed Chase, he led them to two doors. They were wooden, about six feet apart. With a key Chase unlocked one and pointed that Boy should enter one, which he moved to do. Once he was in the room, he went to his knees to wait.

Pleasure was led into the second room. There was a wall that had nothing on it, but the wall on the side with the door had a bed, a couch in the middle of the room and a table and two chairs. Scattered around the room were restraint points for chains. Against the wall farthest from the door was a tall dresser.

"Pleasure, this is a performance room. People will come in here for you to service. On the other side of the wall are people. They can see you, you cannot see them. The better you perform, the more pleasure you get. Some of that will be rated by the people on the other side of the wall." Chase told her as he hooked a chain to her collar to restrict her movements. "I will leave you to get acquainted with the space while I deal with the humiliation slut in the next room."

Chase walked out of the room, locking the door behind him. He went to the second room, seeing Boy kneeling on the floor. His head was down, but his cock showed his enthusiasm.

"Kneel down, Boy while I explain this to you." he commanded. His male slave couldn't get on his knees fast enough. "If you look around the room, there is no resting place for you."

Boy looked and saw there was a bench for him to be bent over, a large X made of wood in the corner, a bed that looked so uncomfortable for whomever was laying on it, and places everywhere for him to be restrained where ever and however someone decided. A low moan escaped his throat at the thought of anything in this room.

"This is now your display room. You will spend more time than not here allowing anyone walking through that door to do anything they want to you. I have not reinforced your word, and now like the slut next door, I am banishing it from your vocabulary. You are allowed as many releases as you can take, all with no word. I am making you my humiliation whore. All you are required to do is anything someone tells you."

"ohmygod, Yes, Master. Thank you Master." Boy whispered, his voice rising so his Master could hear him at the end.

"Over the bench, Boy." Chase commanded. Boy nearly tripped over his feet to get there, throwing himself over the bench. "Keep your head up. If it drops, we return home." Boy shot his head up, looking at the wall in front of him. Chase picked up a crop, designed to annoy, not necessarily hurt, and began hitting Boy with it. "You love me beating you, don't you whore?"

"God, yes Master." he responded as blows rained down on him. He moaned about every forth hit. His cock ached from prolonged erection, but not enough to send him into climax.

"Which would you like more, Boy, more pain or more humiliation?" Chase asked.

"Pain, Master. I would love more pain." Boy begged, his head still strong being held up.

Chase paused, letting his squirm with no stimulation. A more severe crop resting in Chase's hands now. "No release yet, Boy? I'm disappointed." Chase told him and Boy closed his eyes at not living up to what his Master required.

A deep moan of pleasure escaped Boy's throat as Chase laid into him with the harsher strap. His voice and noises told Chase he was building to a release. Moans because gasps as his cock throbbed. Finally after four minutes of beating, Boy's cock erupted, sending his semen to the floor as he nearly cried at the sensation.

"Better, Boy. Now, clean my floor, you filthy whore."

Boy bolted from the bench to where he had spilled his semen and quickly lapped at the mess he had made. Once finished he remained on his knees, awaiting orders.

"On the bed." Chase commanded. "Now, pleasure yourself, Boy. I want you to put on a show." Chase brought nipple clamps to the reclined slave and attached them. "Get busy. It had better be a good show, or your performance is over. I raised the level on noise on your collar to make it better."

Boy's hands shot to his now hard cock, running his hands up and down the shaft. It was clear that he reveled in the humiliation of his Master watching him carry out an order he had been given. One hand pumped his cock, eliciting moans with every pass, while the other pulled on the nipple clamps providing him with more stimulation.

"Not good enough, Boy. I want my pleasure and humiliation whore to react much faster." Chase smacked his cock with the strap. The act of his Master erupted his cock all over the slave.

"Thank you, Master." Boy sobbed as he moved to lap up his spilled semen.

"You are not finished yet, Boy. Display position." Chase commanded and Boy leapt to his feet, hands out at shoulder height, legs apart. The slave's cock was limp at the moment, but the slave held fast to the required position. "Do you like my new room for you, Boy?"

"Oh yes, Master. Thank you Master." he agreed.

"Oh, you stupid whore. You don't even know the best part. If you move, I will chain your cock to the floor and it will be weeks before you feel anything on it again."

"Yes, Master." Boy agreed, his cock starting to harden again

A gasp escaped the slave's mouth, his eyes going wide as the wall in front of him disappeared and he saw a group of people standing before him. A dozen people were on the other side of the glass, watching him.

Boy closed his eyes, feeling the eruption of his cock at the thought of being watched by so many people. He moaned loudly feeling the liquid squirt from him. He wanted desperately to lick the floor clean in front of the people, but knew better than to disobey his Master.

"That is what I expected, Boy. Clean your mess then return to your position." Chase demanded. "All of those people will fuck you tonight, all while the other watch, thinking about what they are going to do to you."

Instead of a moan, Boy sobbed in joy as he finished cleaning his own juices off the floor. Before returning to his commanded position, he licked his Master's shoes in submission and thanks. Chase watched the male and allowed him to get the emotional outburst out of his system before seeing the slave do what he had been told.

"Do well, Boy, and I will reward you. You are being filmed so I am able to watch everything they do to you."

Chase turned and left the room, seeing two men coming into it. While Chase didn't hear what the men demanded, he heard the loud moan of his slave at what they were saying.

* * * * * *

Chase continued to build on the rooms in the club, places for the two slaves there to reside, not coming back to his dungeon but still bound by his strict rules. He was still working on the kinks, as they were, to get things running smoothly. Increasing the quality of the meals for the two whores, but restricting how they could eat them had ended in positive changes.

Pleasure had not been upright in nearly three weeks, crawling everywhere. Her belt ran randomly now, climaxes sporadic, even waking her from sleep. Her room closed one evening to reinforce her rules had her sobbing in desire to serve. The following evening she had been above par, showing her regret at disappointing her Master. He had started thinking about moving Pleasure to being fucked too, but still wanted to reinforce the cock in her mouth to bring her release. She ate meals in her sleeping cell, without the use of hands most times and lapped at the water down that provided her drink.

Boy drank water in his sleeping pallet nearly constantly, replenishing the liquid he regularly splattered around his space. He drank from a large cock that he willingly took down his throat, usually climaxing as he drank, forcing him to clean the space and return to the water. His cock was always hard, eagerly awaiting whatever command came next. Boy had already had three performance evenings, although he thought it two long days. The first had been solo, Boy showing off how much he loved to humiliate himself for his Master. He had fucked his ass with a dildo larger than the one he possessed, then later that night the dildo was stationary and he was required to move to use it. The second night he had been fucked by three men repeatedly, while others watched. Boy nearly didn't stop moaning the second evening. The third evening it had been Boy, and one other man who had been taking requests from observers. He had been sobbing at the end, but sobs to thank his Master, not of pain.

The walls of the display rooms were now dark, the only light source coming from the two sleeping cells of the slaves. Chase entered Pleasure's cell, seeing her squirm as the belt drove her to climax. He turned it off and saw her look at him. Immediately she was on her knees, still panting from the release she'd endured.

"You have done moderately well, Pleasure." Chase told her as he approached. As soon as he was within arms reach, she peppered his shoes with kisses. "You have earned a break, of sorts."

"Master?" her voice was light with fear. The though of not performing for her Master terrified her.

"Oh, you will be working, but a change of scenery for a bit. A shower for my slave, to prepare her for this evening. You and my other slave need to get acquainted. Using both of you at times could triple my profit. Working together. But for now, a long clean up."

As Chase snapped a leash on her collar he escorted her next door where Boy was pleasuring himself. Once finished he noticed the most important person in Boy's life standing there. Falling to the floor Boy cleaned his mess and moved to his Master's feet.

"Come boy." Chase spoke to the slave who moaned in reply. Despite his very recent climax, his cock was still achingly hard. "My filthy slut needs cleaned. Tomorrow night you both will work together to perform for me."

"Oh, yes Master. Thank you Master." Boy gushed and rose when leashed.