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    Strong Wills Are Not Easily Broken... (M/m; open to anyone)

    The dungeon of Master Henry's vast country estate was dark, frigid, damp, and filled with screams of men in unimaginable agony... and, at times, ecstasy. Master Henry had about fifty male slaves. It was his birthday in two weeks, and he always had a big orgy to celebrate with only five of his best slaves. They had to earn the pleasure of his company by enduring great pain. Master Henry was a physician; if any of his slaves were injured, he could easily care for them himself. So he gave himself a lot more things that he could do to his slaves.

    One of the slaves he was looking forward to testing was a particularly stubborn one that he had just acquired a week or so earlier. The young man had endured several minor punishments, gradually escalating in severity and complexity, for various infractions and disobedience. This was going to be his most difficult time yet... Master Henry was determined, not only was he going to break him once and for all, but he would be in his birthday orgy, no matter what he had to do...

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    Mike Johnson looking for work having just graduated from Penn State University. Having trouble finding any steady work and needing cash. He saw and had in the paper for some work at this mansion. Mike sent his résumé in and a couple days later he got a reply that he got the job. Unsure what the job was Mike was hesitant at first but not having heard from any other jobs he applied for he decided he didn't have much choice. The next day a limo showed up at the door. Little did Mike know at the time that he wasn't coming back. The limo had a fully stocked bar. Mike helped him self to a shot of whiskey he never heard of but looked expensive. The drive there was very long and the driver never said a word. There must have been something in the drink. As the car pulled into the drive Mike started to feel light headed. The next time Mike woke up he was chained to the wall naked in a cold cell unsure if how he got there.

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    (I'm assuming this is a flashback to when they first met?)

    Master Henry wore a mask the first time he met Mike. It was partly as a precaution, but also partly to give Mike some hope that he might be released - which he might be, just not in a good condition. Two of his slaves were with him, but they were not wearing masks. They also were naked, bearing the scars of various whippings and brandings they had endured before. This was to intimidate Mike so that he would know exactly what he would be dealing with if he dared to defy him. The two slaves unchained Mike, and brought him over to the center of the room where they quickly secured his ankles about three and a half feet apart to rings in the floor. Mike was too groggy from the drinks to protest physically, and Master Henry smiled at every word he said without permission. This only meant further lashings, ten lashes for each word spoken. But he wouldn't tell Mike that until his premier whipping was finished.

    The slaves both had pretty large nipples for men. This was because they had been stretched over time. They were pierced with gold rings which looked pretty expensive - and durable. One slave had a 7-inch circumcised cock, with balls which were also much larger than normal, again thanks to stretching. The other slave's balls were stretched too, and he had an 8-inch uncircumcised cock. His foreskin looked stretched as well. Both cocks also had particularly ornate-looking gold cock rings on them, tightly.

    One slave was white, while the other was Latino. Both were in their late '20s at the youngest, and extremely muscular.

    The Latino secured Mike's left wrist to a metal shackle which hung from the ceiling, while the white slave did the same with his right wrist. There was a little slack in the arms, but none in the ankle restraints.

    Step 1: Claim Property

    Master Henry went behind his new acquisition and slowly caressed his arms, then his chest, abs, and thighs. His hands were rough, and strong. He leaned in close and whispered in his ear.

    "I am your Master. You will address me as Master, Master Henry, Lord, or Sir. You are mine. In just a few hours, there will be a report of a car accident. Your family will be notified of your death. Your remains are obviously not able to be recovered, but they will accept that, or I will kill them all. No one is coming to find or rescue you, and no one here will help you escape." He moved in front of him. "You belong to me now."

    He looked upon his slave for a moment, then held out his hand to the side. "Three."

    The Latino slave brought over a long black bullwhip, still coiled. Master Henry held it in front of him.

    "Who is your Master, boy?" he demanded. "You have my permission to answer." But I warn you - and this is your only one - if you insult, protest, or question me, you will be punished for every word you speak... You are already going to be punished for every word you have spoken so far. Don't make it worse

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    Shivering from the cold air on my exposed skin. My vision still blurry from the drugs when I open my eyes wide. I am startled at first cause I am not alone. There is two naked men one on each side both appeared to have been severely beaten. With a scratchy voice as they started in doing my restraints. "What are you doing? Let me go." Still to week to fight them. When they were dragging me to the center of the room. I still pleaded with them to let me go. Looking closer I can see both of them had slightly bigger cocks then mine. Especially with the cool air in the dungeon keeping it shriveled up. when they secured my ankles spread wide apart and in the center of the room. I see a large masked man. "Please let me go this job isn't what I thought it was. I promise I will not tell anyone if you let me go."

    Without saying a word he walked behind me and started rubbing me up and down with his firm rough hands. Pulling on the restraints trying to break free. Begging for him to let me go. Shaking my head trying to bend my body a way from him. "No Stop touching me. I am not gay". Hanging on every word as he whispered in my ear. Hearing that he may kill my family I felt trapped. Seeing the large whip in his hand. When master Henry asked me who's your master. Stuttering with a tear running down my face unsure what to say "Uh uh sir please no let me go. I won't tell.

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    Master Henry smiled and went behind him with the whip. He uncoiled it, and swung it around a few times. He kept count of the words. His new acquisition had spoken a total of forty-three words so far, which meant 430 lashes. He would naturally carry on the lashings over the course of several days. He never whipped anyone more than 150 times a day. It was too dangerous to risk more than that.

    His usual claiming beating lasted 50 lashes on the slave's back. Then the penalty would commence.

    So, fifty for the claiming, and one hundred more in penalties. Master Henry swung forth and landed a blow on his right shoulder blade. The beauty of the way he was secured, with his arms hanging relatively loose, was that he could lash him even after his subject was too exhausted to stand. He could just collapse and hang by his wrists.

    The beating lasted almost two hours, just for the fifty lashes. Master Henry would not do one lash right after the other. He waited until his slave calmed down before lashing out once more. He lashed him from his shoulders to the small of his back and back up again.

    Once the claiming lashing was finished, Master Henry set aside the whip and looked to his slaves.

    "How many words did he speak?" he asked them.

    Neither slave made eye contact, but the Latino answered, quietly, first.

    "Thirty, My Lord..."

    Master Henry looked over at the Caucasian, who looked between the other slave, and Mike.

    "I counted twenty, Lord..."

    Master Henry glared at them.

    "I counted forty-three," he said. He looked at the Latino. "You will receive eighty lashes, with 40 pounds on your balls. And you..." He looked at the white slave. "You will receive two hundred and thirty lashes, with 115 pounds on your balls."

    The white slave choked back a sob as Master Henry went to the wall and pushed a button.

    Nothing happened at first, and Master Henry went to the wall and selected a thick braided whip which had knots every so often in the whip, and it ended in a small steel ball.

    Master Henry took some practice swings with this, and lashed forth with more fury to his swings this time. After all, this was a punishment. His lashes also came in slightly faster increments. After fifteen minutes, there was a buzzing sound. The Latino slave opened the door and two more slaves came in.

    "Forgive us, Lord Henry," one of them said. "What is your will?"

    These two slaves were adorned identically to the other two slaves, including the same scars from whippings. Both slaves were white and in their mid-twenties. One had dark brown hair and green eyes, while the other had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.

    "Secure them to the post," Master Henry demanded, gesturing to a metal pole in front of Mike.

    One of the newly-entered slaves took one of the slaves who had just been condemned over to the post. Both slaves who were condemned were secured by their wrists above their heads. One of the newcomers went over to Master Henry and bowed.

    "What would you require next, my Lord?"

    "You may leave."

    Master Henry opened a drawer and pulled out something Mike couldn't see. He secured this to each of his slave's nipple rings. It was a set of two chains. When he was finished, both slaves were secured to each other's nipples. He went back to the drawer and picked up some other things that Mike couldn't see.

    In about fifteen minutes, both slaves were groaning and pulling against each other. Master Henry was stroking their cocks, one at a time. Once they were aroused, he secured their balls with parachutes. Then, he began to gradually add weights to each of them.

    Once he had everything arranged, Master Henry went once again to Mike, and picked up the whip. He lashed Mike's back once more. After several lashes, he moved on to his butt and legs.

    He lashed the two slaves, one at a time, savoring the two of them basically torturing each other by flinching and moving. Every jerk of one body tortured the nipples of the other. After each lash, Master Henry went to Mike and gave him a lash. By now he was working on Mike's front, from his ankles to his shoulders. After each lash, he returned to his two slaves and lashed them, and again, and again, until finally Mike had received the full 150 lashes. Master Henry was now able to focus on the two slaves, whipping the one slave a total of 80 times, and the other slave 150 times.

    Once this was done, Master Henry left the room. After twelve hours, a slave came in and removed the weights from the parachutes, but did not do anything else before he too left the three men alone.

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    Nervously shaking my eyes following Henry as walked behind me with an evil looking smile. I could feel the wind as he swung the whip behind me. Thinking this was all a game because none of the swings had landed. Just as I started to relax screaming from the top of my lungs. Aghhhhh fuck!I felt the crack of the whip on my shoulder. It was a pain like no other. Shaking uncontrollably he continued to lash my back up and down. Gripping the chains on my wrists to try and brace my self for each blow. Just when I would think it was over he would whip me again. Some of the blows would hit the side of my back and wrap around and hit my stomach. After what seemed like a eternity he stops. To say something to the two slaves. I was crying uncontrollably to be able to tell what he was talking about. I can feel the welps forming where he lash landed.

    A few minutes later sweat running down my body. I hear the sound of a whip behind. Me I scream out in protest. Please stop I can't take an more I beg you. This time when the whip landed on my back not only did it sting but it felt like I was being bruised as well. Sometimes when the whip would land in place the bull whip already it I could feel as if some the skin was being tore open. This buzzing sound came not a moment too soon not sure how much longer I could take. I vision blurry from the tears. I can see there looks to be another slave that was helping to secure the two slaves. Relieved thinking maybe he is down with me. The relief was short lived with out any warning this time I felt the whip crack my back again. When the whippings started hitting my ass and the back of my legs it was just about all I could take. Master Henry making sure that no part of the back side of my body was missed.

    Seeing Master Henry whip the one of the slaves. Mike let down his guard when Master Henry started working on his front side. Starting at the ankles. By now both me and the other slaves were screaming in unison. The pain from the whip hitting my stomach I was just about to pass out. But like the cruel expert that Master Henry is he would land the whip on my cock and balls. Shhhhhhhhhhit!Sending me in a thrashing frenzy feeling like I wanted to throw up. When Master Henry finally finished with me he whipped each slave several times until he thought they had enough and left us in our misery. My body spasming hanging by my wrists as I started to relax uncontrollably I let out a steady stream of piss before dosing off.

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