The Spanked Into Submission Collection

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Training Begins

In two weeks, Bruce was back on his feet and given a work schedule. He was to have coffee made by 6 a.m., prepare breakfast according to individual preferences, clean the kitchen, make beds, clean, vacuum, do laundry, be available to make lunch if anyone came home and ordered it, and make dinner according to a schedule made out a week in advance. He had a lunch break from noon to twelve thirty unless he was called upon to make someone lunch and was free (or at Jane’s disposal) after cleaning up from dinner. Bruce was subject to punishment by anyone who caught him not working. Since their class schedules varied, the women might drop in at any time. It was a challenge for some of them to sneak in and catch Bruce sitting or reading the paper. When caught, Bruce would retrieve the flicker whip from Jane’s room, hand it to his tormentor, and stand with his arms straight up. The woman would then administer as many stings as she pleased on any part of his body she chose. Most were satisfied to lay a few bruises on his butt and back. Leddy, however, had him spread his legs and would flick the tassel up under his balls. Bruce would jump up two feet, screaming in pain, and someone would have to grab the whip away from Leddy. Jane told him she would remove his cage for twenty minutes if he had no punishments in a thirty-day period.

Bruce found himself completely focused on pleasing everyone, working hard, and avoiding punishment. He learned everyone’s favorite dish, beer, mixed drink, and s****l preference, striving to anticipate their every need. He was rewarded with compliments and caresses (a mixed blessing due to the c**k cage); and, although he slept with Jane, Bruce was considered community property. One woman would bring home a special scent of body oil, and two of them would massage it in while commenting on his body. They painted his nails bronze to match his skin tone, combed out his full-bodied black hair, and generally fuss over him. Thus, Bruce felt a strong emotional duality of pleasure and pain. The pain he often had to experience was real, but the pleasure was largely non-s****l. His c**k could only start to become engorged within the confines of the cage, and so his only experience of pleasure was of being called a ‘good boy’ and of the narcissistic feeling of being proud of his body. Also, it was obvious to all that his c**k was constantly trying to escape its confines and be ‘Bad’ again. Bruce accepted his lot as one who must serve and service women who were smart, strong, and superior.

There was one situation in which Bruce couldn’t avoid punishment. When they arrived at the off-campus house, Bruce was confronted by Sally’s partner, Leddy. Since she had to stay and work during spring break, Leddy was angry and jealous of Sally exercising her freedom. She was furious that Sally had any involvement with Bruce. Bruce realized that Leddy was a lesbian whereas Sally would take s*x anyway she could get it. Leddy resented it when Bruce ate Sally’s p***y and licked her ass to orgasm. So, when it was her turn, Leddy concentrated on inflicting as much pain on Bruce as possible. She sat on his face and whipped his c**k, balls, and inner thighs until he screamed out in pain. When the women told Leddy they had decided they would not permanently mark Bruce’s body, she devised other techniques. In one, she tied a rope around his neck and to the ceiling light fixture with his arms and legs extended with stretchers to the max. She then proceeded to pound the muscles in his arms, thighs, butt and legs with a rubber baton until he was black and blue. This caused a deep-seated throbbing pain that lasted for several days plus a stiffness whereby every movement was difficult and extremely painful. Jane and Nancy had to intervene to limit Leddy’s angry lashing out, and Sally sought to reassure Leddy that their relationship hadn’t changed.

The baton was a good idea, however, and the women used it as a mainstay. When Bruce ‘was bad’ he would get the baton, hand it to the offended woman, and stand with his hands raised straight up. He would then force himself to say thank you after each blow, and Jane would usually be there caressing and fondling him and telling him what a bad boy he was. When he couldn’t take anymore, he would go down on his knees, acknowledge that he deserved, even needed, the punishment, and ask for forgiveness. More congruent feelings of anger and resentment had to be suppressed; but, after a time, Bruce began to feel he was disobedient and needed to change from being a bad boy to being a good boy. By this time, Bruce worshiped Jane and his life goal was to please her.

A favorite pastime of the women was to find some fault with the way Bruce prepared dinner and have him stand holding two quart bowls filled with water in each hand, palm up while they were eating dinner. Bruce struggled mightily with muscles throbbing and arms trembling, while the women yelled at him to keep his arms up, called him a sissy and a weakling. Eventually, his arms would give, his knees would buckle, and he would slowly wobble down to the floor. He was told to keep the bowls in his hands, and so he ended up on his knees with his hands extended and pinned to the floor by the bowls. He was called names and told to get up.

“You’ve had enough rest, Sissy Boy.” Bruce then must struggle to his feet without spilling the water.

“What are you doing? Keep your arms straight!”

“You can do better than that!”

“What are those muscles for, looks?”

“I’m trying, I can’t, please…”

“You wimp!”

Jane would wipe his brow and say, “You poor weakling. But at least you tried hard.” She would then strap on a large dildo, have him lean forward on the kitchen table and ass f**k him while asking, “Which is the weaker s*x? How does it feel to be a wimp getting f****d by a woman?” Each question would be followed by a thrust with Bruce trying to give the correct answer. Each answer was thus reinforced by Jane’s domination.

All the women, except Leddy, developed a feeling of pride in training Bruce to be a good boy. They were also turned on by his passivity and good looks. They would bring home different massage oils and colognes and fuss over his body. His thick, wavy, black hair was naturally oily, and Jane had him wash it daily with a conditioner to keep it soft and loose so she could fluff it out and bring curls down his forehead. Jane kept the crescent hair around his genitals neatly trimmed.

Nancy bought a Bodycraft Exercise Station for the back patio, and Bruce was instructed to workout at least one hour per day. They took pictures of him sweating profusely. One picture was so erotic, they had it enlarged and framed for the living room. Leddy was so turned on by this, she began taking pictures of him tied up and struggling. Her best photo was of him bent forward, standing on his toes, dripping with sweat and hanging by his wrists, which were tied behind him, and strung up tightly to the ceiling. Leddy was in the picture, tilting his chin up to show a pleading expression on his handsome face. Jane had to admit, it was a pornographic work of art - a beautiful, naked man, struggling to endure the painful domination of a sadistic woman. Leddy had Sally take shots at different angles, some showing the caged c**k and some concealing it behind an extended leg. Leddy had Bruce sign a release and submitted the photo to several publications.

As Bruce fell into a routine, punishments decreased and contact evolved into rough s*x play with the women in complete control, and Bruce acknowledging their superiority. He cleaned each room once a week, washing the bedding and towels and cleaned all sinks, bathtubs, and toilets daily.

The women decided to throw a holiday party the first week of December, and they particularly wanted to show off their slave. They prepared to present him to fellow students as an aboriginal s*x slave called Mongu. They had his ear lobes, nose, and n*****s pierced in advance and, by December, had six-ounce teardrop weights to attach to the small rings. They also obtained a small gold ring for his nose. For this wider group, Bruce wore a thin leather, nine-inch square loincloth tied with a single leather strip around his waist. Jane released his c**k and stretched it straight up his abdomen also tying it tight around his waist.

His c**k became immediately engorged when the cage was removed, and he felt extremely vulnerable with the underside of his c**k facing outward and his balls lifted up under the thin loincloth. Jane said she really dug his facial expression.

“You look so cautious and fragile, fearful, innocent, and much younger.” She took Bruce to a mirror, and he could see that he had lost any semblance of masculine self-confidence. He looked like an insecure youngster who felt weak, unsure, and insecure. When he first met Jane, he saw her as petite and fragile; and, now, the tables were turned. She has gained self-assurance and is enjoying his helplessness and plummeting self-esteem.

Party guests were told Mongu understood many words but couldn’t speak English. He was the focus of attention and entertainment. The women, mostly, thought it was fantastic that Jane owned a male s*x slave and were soon touching him, playing with his n****e rings, and laughing at his frustration as they ran their fingernails up the underside of his stretched c**k. Bruce made drinks, served hors d’oeuvres, and was at everyone’s beck- and-call. The men were not happy to see their dates fussing over Bruce, but he had a smile and youthful innocence that disarmed them. A couple of the guys were making moves on Jane, and Bruce had to grin and bear it. Jane was getting a lot of respect for having a slave. It made her seem more sophisticated and worldly.

On one occasion, after a lot of drinking, one guest, Rod, was talking to Jane and began running his hand under her belt, squeezing her butt. Bruce immediately became jealous and came between them, offering drinks, and forcing Rod’s hand out. Jane took the n****e weights in each hand and twisted them inward. As Bruce’s face contorted in pain, she pulled downward, letting go as Bruce crashed to his knees, still holding a drink in each hand. She tousled his hair and told Rod, “Mongu can get jealous at times.” The party was a huge success. Rod said he’d like to see Jane again, and she began thinking of dating and dealing with Bruce’s jealousy. Since Bruce belonged to her, there was no reason why she shouldn’t date others and keep him as a special lover.

During Christmas vacation, everyone went home except Sally and Leddy who chose to spend the holidays together. They agreed to take charge of Bruce, and so he spent two weeks servicing Sally’s need for unusual s*x and Leddy’s sadism. For example, he learned to eat Sally’s p***y while she was squeezing his balls and Leddy was twisting a vibrating dildo in his rectum. Since Jane took the key with her, Bruce was caged for the duration and had no physical or emotional gratification. By the time she returned, Bruce was longing for her comfort and anxious to serve her again.