It's Lonely at the Top

Jon came to, still laying across the table, The Master was no where to be seen. He hurt all across the small of his back down to the back of his calves. He tied to move but it hurt to much to do so. Something wet and sticky slide down his backside and legs. As he lay there, he heard the door open and someone enter. A gasp from whomever it was and then they were gone again. Minutes later several people entered this time.

"What Child, did you do to anger the master so much that he would break his own cardinal rule against drawing blood?" asked the Chief of Staff. "Never mind. You go get some towels and a basin of warm water. You go get the salves and ointments." The elderly man directed to the servants.

Jon could do nothing but shudder in pain as he tried to shy away from the old man. He didn't move very far before he felt the old man's soft hand come to rest between his shoulder blades. He flinched expecting a blow, by none came. Both servants returned with the items specified several minutes later. Jon expected it to be the servants that took care of him so he was surprised when it was the Chief of Staff that did it.

"Put the items on the table and start cleaning up the room." He directed them.

Both servants did as told setting down the basin of water, towels, salves and ointments next to Jon on the table. They then proceeded to remove the dirty dishes and generally clean up the room.

"I'll not lie and claim this to be painless. That would be demeaning and just as cruel." Said the Chief of Staff as he took a towel and dipped it in the water. After wringing it out he started to wipe away the blood to see what damage was done.

Jon flinched at the stinging pain as the damp material ran across the welts. His skin felt tight and hot from the beating he suffered. Though the water was warm, the towel felt cool against his skin. He closed his eyes shutting everything out. He had no more tears left to shed.

He must have slipped into a doze while he was being treated. Because when he opened his eyes again, he found himself stretched out on his stomach on a pillow in the corner of the room. From where he lay he could see the Master's bed, which was occupied by the Master and a pair of 'Pets.' He turned his head away from the site and did his best to shut out the sounds coming from that dtiontion. Soon enough sleep claimed him once more.


And so it was that Jon missed becoming a plaything the next day to Mon*star. Others were not so fortunate. The four that went to the Planet Master came back so badly damaged that they were rendered useless. Each one was patched up as much as possible then sent away. They had to survive on their own after such mental, physical and sexual trauma. None were heard from again.


Many days have passed since Jon's punishment and still he remained in the Master's Quarters. Though the Master had little to do with him, he was not amongst the other 'Pets' that were rented out either, but instead he was sent to 'Lessons.'

The 'Lessons' he was being sent to taught him how to pleasure and please his 'Partners', and it was not just limited to humans either. He learned how to pleasure several other species as well. His 'reward' for a lesson well learned was his own release, and he was denied that need when he failed.

At the end of the day Jon was bathed and fed then returned to the Master's quarters to sleep. Often though he was forced to listen to the Master taking his pleasure with other 'Pets'. There were times when the Master wished to torment Jon, so had him bound in such a way that his release was almost impossible without someone else completing it for him. Jon would be positioned on his back, with his arms bound above his head. The soles of his feet would be touching, ankles bound as well, with his knees laying spread flat against the pillow he was on. It was then, once Jon was unable to move, that the Master would send his 'Pets' of the evening to tease Jon, taking him close to the edge but never letting him go over. He would be forced to sleep that way. It was during those times that he dreamed.

Dreamed of a slim woman with red hair and a temper to match, with eyes of gray that changed from soft and warm to hard and cold. A woman that seemed to be searching for him. In those dreams he hid from her. Fearful of what would happen if he was found yet longing to return home. Longing also to be able to admit how he has watched her and how he has wanted to take her in his arms and just hold her. To hold her and love her and take her to his bed, even if he was granted his longing for only a single night.

Always uponing ing from such dreams, Jon found his cheeks damp with tears and his body aching from his denied release. In those mornings, the 'Pets' that teased him the night before would be ordered to complete the task as well as unbinding him so that he could attend the lessons of the day.