Kian walked along the road, happily humming to himself. It had now been 2 weeks since the night they had first played around, and Shane had been more than willing to repeat it.

They had yet to go all the way, but tonight, when Kian was invited over to Shane’s house, he had a weird but wonderful feeling they would take that last step. Depending on how the night developed, Kian was thinking about asking Shane to be his Master, for real.

He took the left turn, his pace quickening a little as he was getting closer to the house. The walk took some 30 minutes, and although he could have got a taxi he preferred walking to focus his mind on what was to come.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm. Kian turned around, only to be hit by a fist in the stomach. He fell to the ground, desperately looking around for help. The small country road was empty. Something hard hit his head and he blacked out

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Kian woke up to all too familiar surroundings. He looked for a way out, pointless really, he knew there wouldn’t be one. He turned around and felt something in his pocket. His phone!

Hesitantly, he picked it up and pressed 1. He was shaking, praying Shane would answer. It rang 6 times before he finally did.

"Hello?" the soft voice soothed Kian.

"Shane, I…" Kian stopped as he heard footsteps outside.

"Kian? Are you all right?" He wanted to answer, but the footsteps came closer so he turned the phone off and put it back in his pocket.

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Kian recognised the man entering the room, fear shooting through his body.

"You thought you could run away from us?" Kian was too scared to be able to speak. The man went up and shook him violently. "Answer me, you fucking son of a bitch!"

Kian couldn’t hold the tears anymore. "I’m sorry…" the man looked at him, but said nothing.

Three other men came in. The man turned to one of them, "Undress him."

He obeyed, but not before giving Kian an excusing glance. As slaves, they stuck together, and being involved in a scene where one of them was to be punished could be disturbing for them all.

Usually, they’d comfort each other afterwards, but they all knew such exceptions wouldn’t be made for Kian this time. At the very best, he’d be sleeping on the floor handcuffed to Master's bed; but chances were he’d be sleeping alone somewhere.

Kian was soon undressed; the fear weakened his senses and hindered him from protesting. Master pushed him to the floor, walking towards the playroom. It took Kian all his strength to make his body crawl after him.

There was a spanking bench in the room, and Kian was ordered up on it. His mind was starting to react, telling him to protest, but he knew better. Even as a misused slave he was intelligent enough to know that during a punishment scene you would do your best not to displease Master further, or it would just lead to a longer scene.

While one of the slaves restrained Kian, the Master ordered another one to go and get the strap. Kian shivered lightly, this night was going to be harsh.

"How long have you been away from us?" Kian couldn’t reply to the question, his mind was funny. "How long?!"

"8 days… Master…" Kian sobbed. The hand that was running over his back made him want to break the restraints and run.

"Exactly, and multiply that with 10, what do you get?"

"Eighty… Master."

"Good boy. And that’s also how many licks with the strap you’ll get tonight."

Kian closed his eyes, but all he could see was Shane. If Shane just would have been here. He would have taken any punishment with Shane’s presence. If Shane had just been there to whisper a few encouraging words, caress him… but instead he was painfully aware that it wasn’t in the plan that Kian would get out of here to see Shane for a few days now.

He whimpered as the first lick hit him.

It hurt; he’d never take 80 of them. Rightfully so, by the time they reached 30 his tears and screams were uncontrollable. He was happy when they reached 50 and the familiar darkness surrounded him.

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