Boy trembled in excitement. Master had promised him more humiliation that evening, working with the other pleasure slut and he quivered to think what he had in mind. He was kneeling outside of his Master's new exhibit.
Master returned with the female named Pleasure. She was his other pleasure whore, and the one he said Boy would be performing with. Containing a shudder Boy didn't care who was with him, just as long as he got to perform.
CRACK
The cane landed on Boy's back, near his ass and he stilled with a great amount of effort. He now knew Master was behind him and watching.
"Boy, stand." came the command and the slave jumped to his feet, his hands behind his back. He felt the presence of Master behind him. His cock ached it was so hard. "You will be wearing these." Master told him and attached nipple clamps to his chest. Boy moaned as the severe clamps nearly pinched his nipples in half. The long chain running between them hung down to nearly touch his stiff cock. "Back down, Boy. I am not ready for you, yet."
Boy went to his knees once more, the chain pulling as he moved. Master took Pleasure and moved her into the room. Boy watched her go, trying to imagine all the things Master would have her do. Finally Master came back out and snapped a leash to Boy's collar.
A moan of disappointment escaped Boy's mouth when he saw the box which had become his was empty. The glass was tinted so Boy couldn't see if anyone was out there. Master stopped and Boy sank to his knees to await a command.
Now in the room was a bed low to the ground and a bowl sitting at the foot of the bed on the floor. Master motioned he should crawl, so Boy stayed on his knees as he was led forward.
"This is a snack for you Boy. I want you to lick and eat it all. There is a reward inside for you while I get everything else set up. You are performing for a friend's birthday that I want her to remember. She knows all about you." Master whispered to him and he moaned loudly, his collar having been off for weeks. As long as he was in the room, he was free to have his voice, to cry, beg, scream, anything he wanted or his Master demanded. "Go eat your snack, Boy."
Beside himself with lust Boy crawled to a bowl placed on the floor. Sitting in it was a frozen, white mound with a brown lump in the center. Eager to please, Boy licked the object his Master called a treat. He found the taste of semen in the treat and he lapped eagerly at the object. So engrossed was he in the devouring of the treat his Master had provided he was startled when a cane connected with his ass.
With the new stimulation Boy moaned but didn't stray from his last command. He would finish his treat until otherwise commanded. The taste was divine and the slave made short work of the outer coating and found a sweet piece of chocolate in the center. He moaned at the treat as he took it into his mouth and let it dissolve.
Command now complete he remained on all fours, still feeling the presence of another in the space, but did not turn to look. The chocolate melted under the warmth in his mouth and he let the liquid slide down his throat.
"Finally finished with your task, you lazy slave?" a female voice startled him.
"Yes...uh, Ma'am." he stammered and felt the cane on his ass.
"That is Mistress to you, slave." she snapped.
For the first time since Master had claimed him, he resisted. "No, Ma'am. Not unless Master tells me. I have one Master, and one only." he protested. Three lashes landed quickly and Boy felt the pain, not the pleasure from them.
"Well done, Boy. I am pleased." his Master's voice met his ears. Hearing the praise Boy returned to the submissive he craved to be. "I will reward you for that sometime after you finish this. This is my friend, so call her Mistress, knowing that I am watching you and know you are only mine."
"Oh, Master. Yes, Master." Boy agreed. "Yes, Mistress I am finished with my treat, thank you for giving it to me. How may I service you, Mistress?"
"Not me, you pathetic slave. You are going to be my slave's slave." she told him and his eyes closed from desire. "Come here John."
A thin, lanky slave entered the room, arms bound behind his back and ankles shackled together. A large, red ball stuffed his mouth open at an impossible stretch. Around his next was a spiked collar except the spikes were turned into the slave's neck.
"Now, lazy, come here and greet my slave." the female demanded. Trying to not draw her ire again he crawled on all fours to the standing male. Once at his feet Boy knelt and waited. The bound slave's cock was soft but would be a average size when stiffened.
Mistress moved to her slave, named John, undid the gag and removed his collar. Giving him a genuine smile, she kissed his mouth. "This slave is yours for the evening, my dear. Enjoy yourself."
"Thank you, my Mistress. I will see you in the morning." the now freed slave responded. The female left the display room and the male turned to the only remaining slave on his knees. "Suck, slave."
Boy, given a command to serve, eagerly came forward and took the man into his mouth, going to work immediately. He received a moan in response and felt the man's hands come to grip his hair. Taking the encouragement, Boy doubled his effort to please and felt the other man's cock pulse before erupting. Proud at his service, every last drop was savoured and cleaned before sitting back on his legs.