It's Lonely at the Top

That night after he was returned from lessons, he was taken to the Master's bed, instead of the corner he had been sleeping on. His lead chain was fastened to the foot board and he was ordered to get up on the bed and wait for the Master. He had enough time to worry himself into a state of high strung nerves by the time the Master arrived, along with several other Pets, all of which were male. Before he could do much he was grabbed from behind by one of the others and held in place.

The Master came up to Jon then and smiled. "Well my Tom Cat, this will be the last night you spend here. I'm going to be sure that it will be enjoyable… For me at least." The Master smiled then snapped his fingers as he settled himself on the bed. His back propped up against the headboard, robes open to revel bare skin below it.

Jon's eyes widen as he struggled some. He had no idea of what was planed for him and the Master did scare him with his mental instability. He winced as a hand reached around from behind him and grabbed his member. He writhed in pain/pleasure from the roughness of the touch.

The Pet behind Jon, one that had a nametag that read 'Tabby Cat', placed his hand between Jon's shoulders and shoved him down as he continued to stroke the member in his grasp. A second one, named 'Minx Kitty', joined them running his hands down Jon's back and buttocks and up again. The third one, with a name of 'Thai Me Down' waited patiently before joining the trio.

With Tabby on one side and Minx on the other, working Jon over, Thai maneuvered behind him and nuzzled up to Jon's backside. Jon jumped in surprise, still struggling in their grip. Thai stuck his tongue out and started to lick at Jon's opening, moistening it in preparation for entering him.

Through this all the Master simply sat and watched, not bothering to do anything about his arousal at the site of the three other pets working Jon over. He had plans for when he felt the time was right. He held up his hand and made a motion. The three pets looked at the Master and nodded.

Between the three of them, they manhandled a struggling Jon into a new position. He was on his back with his head at the footboard now. As Tabby And Minx held him down Thai bound his hands to the footboard with the leather straps there. Then a gag was put into his mouth and strapped there so it would not come out at any time.

Jon was in a panic. Never had this happened to him. It was his worst nightmare coming true. Even when he was rented out, he hand never had this done to him. He had also been drugged and willing during those times, but this time was different. He wasn't drugged this time nor was he willing.

The Master moved from his place at the head of the bed. His(her) movements were sinuous like a snake that had it's prey caught in it's hypnotic gaze. His(her) smile was a twisted parody of pleasure. Running his(her) hands along Jon's inner thighs, enjoying the fact that he flinched away from the touch. With only the previous rimming as a means of preparation, the Master entered Jon in one thrust, burring him(her)self in the man that struggled below him(her).

The scream that erupted from behind the gag was a muted one. Eyes widen then shut tightly closed as the pain that arched along his spine into his mind was overwhelming. He was being violated in the worst way possible. Pulling at the bonds that help his wrist secure, struggling as he felt himself pounded into over and over again. His mind, already in a fragile state from everything previously done to him fractured even more. It was like a thousand shards of razor sharp glass sliced into that small part of him that had been untouched.

Pinned down by the quartet his struggles were in vain. If the bonds that held his wrist had not been padded, they would have been bloody by now from the force of his twisting and pulling at them. As was he would have bruising on his legs and inner thighs from the pressure used to keep his legs apart. Each time the Master thrust into him, he(she) would grip tighter at the flesh beneath his(her) hands.

Jon could only endure what was being done to him. The pain/pleasure as the one spot deep within him was hit over and over. His body physically reacting to the stimuli as his mind did all it could to escape from it. A sharp stinging slap across the face brought him back from that place.

"Don't you even think about trying to escape me that way. I own you, my little fuck toy." The Master hissed in anger. "I marked you as mine the first time I took you. I marked you every time I let someone else fuck you. And I'm marking you now. Every time you close your eyes at night, every time you fuck someone else, every time you look in the Mirror you will see what I want you to see. A worthless piece of flesh that is only good for being fucked." The Master's words were accompanied by brutal thrusts. "You…. Are… MINE!" On the last word the Master thrust one final time, burring himself within Jon as he reached his release.

What he felt was not the true orgasm that happens during willing sex, but rather the body's rion ion to what was happening to it. But it was a betrayal in his mind. Just proving what the Master said was true. He wasn't worth anything other then being someone's toy.

When the Master pulled out of Jon he settled back upon the pillows. He rang for a servant then as the other pets curled up against him. When the servant arrived, he bowed. "Get that pathetic creature out of my site. Give it to the Hounds then get rid of it." He(she) sneered with disdain, already moving his attention to those three pets that was with him in the bed. The servant bowed again and went to fetch a pair of Hounds to remove Jon.

Jon lay curled up on his side as far up against the footboard as he could get, his head buried in his arms. He shivered in both fear and exhaustion, fear of the Hounds and exhaustion from the abuse he received.

When a pair of Hounds arrived, then hauled Jon up, binding his wrist behind his back and his ankles together. He tried to struggle but they were stronger then him and use to dealing with unruly 'Pets'. One threw Jon over his shoulder as the other one bowed to the Master, then they both left.

Once the Hounds arrived in the section of the place that they called their own, they loudly announced that the Master had given them a toy for the night. The one carrying Jon took him over to what looked like a waist high padded bench and set him down. He then unbound and rebound his ankles to the legs of the bench. The Hound then strapped Jon's upper body to the bench so that he couldn't move.

The six Hounds took a moment to discuss what the order would be between them. When it was settled the first took hisce ace and proceeded to enjoy himself. Once he was finished the next took over. And so it went for all six.

Jon had been lucky enough to have passed out after number four. He didn't feel it when they unbound, then wrapped him in a blanket. Not out of concern for him, but to hide him. He was still out cold when he was dropped off in one of the darker, dingier sections of Fense. There was no concern to whether or not he survived. They didn't care about him or any of the others they had done the same thing to.

Sometime later when Jon came to, he found himself shivering from cold, wrapped in a blanket. He had no clue to where he was or what was going on. Shakily he stood up, a gasp escaping him as all the pain of what had happened to him hit. He nearly collapsed again from it, catching himself in time by colliding with the wall. Somewhere in the distance he heard voices approaching and flinched. Pulling the blanket about him tighter he turned and tried to find a way to hid. His shame at what had happened to him overcoming the logical part of him that said he needed help.