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The footsteps come for me. They are faint at first but with every step, they become louder, talons upon tile scraping like nails down a chalkboard. My mind races, anticipation tensing my body as I pull in futility against the straps that bind me to the wall. I whimper. The mask drowns out the sound. I try to breathe more heavily but the hood denies me, forcing me to snatch any small gasp I can.

I tilt my head to the left, my eyes transfixed on the thick door to the dungeon, knowing yet not knowing what is about to come. The rasping gets louder, the sound like worms burrowing deep into my brain, a fertile ground for my apprehension to grow. I'm sure he's doing this deliberately, just to build up the tension.

Closer and closer, louder and louder. My eyes start to blink in terror at the fate I'm about to endure. I whimper some more, but no-one can hear. The mask sees to that. I look around at the dark grey walls, replete with hooks and fixings at various points. To the left there's a cage, to the right a spanking bench, while I am stood in the middle, bound tightly to the wall, legs spread and cuffed with my arms above my head. I am naked, vulnerable, but alive.

I jump as I hear the sound of a bolt sliding across the door, screaming its resistance at having to yield. I tilt my head further as Master walks into the room. The light of the passageway creates an aura behind his head, painting his muscular body in an almost angelic pose. I smile as he looks me up and down then snorts.

"Pathetic," he says, slowly. "Pa-thetic."

I feel a tightening in my sheath as I whimper in approval, my cock cage becoming fuller at the sound of his voice. I continue staring at him as he turns around to close the door, the dim light of the dungeon betraying the well-sculptured form of his ass. Door closed; he turns to look at me again.

"So then, boy," he says, spitting out the final word as he walks towards me. "What am I going to do with you? What. Am. I. Going. To. Do. With. You?"

He glimpses down. "I see you're already hard. Filthy bitch!"

Suddenly a jolt of pain rises up through my body, starting at my crotch and heading north through my abdomen. I crease downwards in pain, but the restraints bounce me back up. My eyes plead through the lenses not to have any more, but Master ignores me. So does my cock.

He hits me again and I feel my sheath become tighter. "Filthy" THWACK. "Filthy" THWACK. "Bitch!" THWACK!

I yelp on the final strike, my balls throbbing in pain as the sense of my exposure finally sinks in. I struggle against the restraints but I know the battle is futile, that there is nothing I can do but accept what I'm given.

I look down and see him take hold of my sac, rolling my nuts around delicately in his paw. I feel his soft claw trace around one of my balls as if massaging it back to life. I look back up and close my eyes, enjoying his velvety pads against my smooth skin.

My first mistake as I feel him yank sharply downwards, pulling my balls further from my body. Then THWACK! I scream. The pain is like lightning, infecting every sinew of my being as it darts through my body and reaches my brain. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! I scream louder but all I get is a cackle in return, a wide grin painted across his face; a face he moves closer to my mask as if in inspection. Our eyes meet; his sparkling, mine in fear. Fear mixed with adoration and excitement.

"You liking this, boy?" he says as he stares down at my cock, yearning against the sides of the cage in an attempt to be free. "I bet," he snarls before bapping it with his paw. I nod in agreement as he turns around before walking to the dresser where we keep most of our toys.

I let my head drift back against the wall, absorbing the sound of Master rummaging in a drawer. I try and steal a glance at what he's doing, but his ripped body blocks my view. I watch the light glint off the fur on his back, observing his taut muscles as he tries to find what he's after. My dick strains even more, my mind racing with all of the things he could do to me.

I close my eyes and imagine him taking off my cage before delicately wrapping his mouth around my hard cock, hypnotically moving back and forth as I push it deeper into his throat. My penis throbs at the thought, a little bit of pre escaping from the tip as it pushes itself forward, yearning for the fantasy to be realised.

Caught in a daydream, I don't even notice the blindfold until I feel its pressure over my eyes. This is followed by the clicking of a lock at the back of my head. The world presented is sinister and dark, and I am catapulted back into the futility of my predicament. I whimper, louder, but Master isn't listening.

I strain to hear which device he has chosen, but I cannot discern my fate. A few seconds later, I feel his paw grab my mask and yank my head down, before I hear a gentle screwing sound somewhere beneath my muzzle. My head vibrates as he tightens the fastening, my brain a fog of anticipation and confusion. I breathe heavily and catch the scent of a tube being secured onto the end of my mask. As he lets go, it bounces languidly against my thighs before coming to rest at the side of my cage.

My mind trips, the addition of the tube enforcing the knowledge that he has my life in his hands. I start to panic, convulsing in my bonds, but Master places a strong paw on my chest and pushes me back against the wall. He then moves closer to me, our bodies and our cocks brushing against each other, before I hear his breath as his muzzle moves closer to my ear.

"Now boy," he says strictly. "Everything will be fine. Don't panic. Trust me."

He reaches down and strokes the plastic covering my member. I smile, my brain calmer than it was but still alert to the danger. After all, instincts are difficult to replace with rationality, particularly when your life is at stake. Putting your complete trust in someone is always hard, but I had learned through my servitude that Master was deserving of my confidence.

I feel an increased weight on the end of the tube, assumedly through Master's grip, before he rubs his crotch more strongly against mine. Pinned against the wall, I am at his disposal, his and his alone to do with as he wishes. Love floods my heart, swelling with pride that I am his slave and I am here for his pleasure. As these feelings swirl, he continues to grind against me, my cock rising to reach his as he wraps his hips around me and starts to gyrate.

I close my eyes and gurgle, enjoying his warmth on my groin, even though the sensations are reduced by the cage. I breathe out, relaxed, my brain hypnotised by the movement in my loins, drowning in the anticipation of possibly being allowed to come.

It is then that I realise I can't breathe at all. I try again, but once more the airway is blocked. My eyes dart around in the darkness, hoping for escape, and I start to flail at the binds that shackle me. But no movement is possible as Master still has me pinned, while I oscillate between the despair of my brain and the desire of my hard helpless cock.

My body, as usual, is betraying me once more. I try to scream but no-one hears me; nothing is getting in and nothing comes out. Seconds seem like hours as I swivel my head from side-to-side, the panic intensifying before the elixir of oxygen comes racing back to me. I cry but again nobody hears, Master oblivious to my struggle, distracted by the grinding he's making me endure.

Suddenly it stops and for a few seconds there is nothing. The silence is eerie as my brain descends into a deeper submission. I then hear a ripping sound, like air being expelled. I struggle to fathom what it could possibly be, but my question is soon answered as my world is invaded by gas. I gag as his flatulence envelopes my mask, the taste and the smell marching through my senses. My eyes water as I try to expel the thick poison but Master has covered the end of my tube and I can't breathe once again. I pull hard on the restraints but they're unrelenting, while all I can hear in the ether is the sound of sadistic laughter.

My cock is rock hard at the sheer degradation as I groan in a mix of contentment and shame. A few seconds later, he removes his paw from the tube, and I gulp in fresh air to get out the taste. My nose is on fire, as is my crotch, with my dick desperately yearning for its blessed release. I look down, but I see nothing through the blindfold. I just hope Master sees my desire and grants me my wish.

He cackles before blocking the tube once again, his other paw moving towards the tip of my cock. His claw traces the outline of the slit of my cage before gently stroking the top of the head. Suddenly, I hear the familiar buzz of our vibrator as he places it on the cage walls, moving it slowly up and down my shaft.

"Come for me, boy," he whispers intently, his body arched back so he can gain greater control. I squeak, wanting to breathe and wanting to come in equal desperation. The fire in my lungs is matched by the fire in my loins, as I yearn to be free. Time no longer has meaning as I focus solely on the sensations, hoping I can come before my air fully runs out.

The mask muffles my screams as I get my release, with Master releasing his grip on the tube as soon as I shoot. I inhale air greedily before sinking back into the chains, my knees wobbling slightly through the power of my orgasm. I close my eyes, letting the waves of relief cascade over me, before I'm shocked back into the moment by the ripping off of my blindfold. Master moves my head down and our eyes suddenly meet, while I notice a huge radiant smile beaming across his face.

"Good boy," he said. "I'm proud of you. You did well." And with that I melt into the wall once again.