Master’s World – Part 1
Warnings(as always!) Story contains: Profanity, moderate violence and torture, nudity, slavery and M/M torture and teasing scenes, as well as mentions of death, violent torture and rape.
A short piece I wrote some time ago about the life of one in a position of power, and a young slave who needs to learn his place.
Waited on by an eager staff that saw the perfect opportunity to earn the appreciation of one who would someday inherit a great amount of power, the young heir was blessed with the complete and hasty realization of his most exuberant desires. As the only son of incredibly wealthy parents, those who had made a vast fortune in the business world, he had been granted every possible advantage that money could buy.
Robed in the very finest of clothes, taught by the most knowledgable of teachers, and able to enjoy the most rare and exquisite foods, he had always been brought up as a direct replacement for his father when the time came for the older creature to move aside. With such responsibility as that which came with owning one of the largest of companies in the world upon his shoulders, it was essential that he grow up with the same nose for business that his parents had displayed.
They had done their very best to give him everything that he needed, but his incredibly exuberant lifestyle had left him unable to understand what it took to build a life of his own. Having always been provided for, he had never been able to see beyond a world where everything was neatly laid out for him, and where eager creatures carried out his every desire.
Residing in a vast community designed only for the incredibly wealthy, he had never known anything of the real world. Surrounded only by either those with the same power and position as he himself held, or those that were tasked with serving himself and the other wealthy households, he had never known there to be a middle ground. Anybody below himself was merely a servant of his desires. There were no rights, no rules. Everybody had their role to play, and that was simply to cater to his every will.
The community had been designed to function in such a way. Built on a vast expanse of land miles from other civilization, it housed thousands of wealthy investors, and an immense amount of creatures whose only purpose was to serve. As the outcasts of a normal society; those who had turned to criminal activities, or those that could not pay their own way in the world, they were often relieved to be given some chance of redemption. Taken in to the community, they were stripped of all possessions and relieved of all rights they held. They were simply servants, at the mercy of those that had engaged them.
It allowed the wealthy to pursue activities that would otherwise be looked down upon by those around them. In a world where slavery was outlawed, they had needed a creative way to ensure that none could relieve them of their ability to dominate those below them on the social ladder. By stripping those they took in of all rights, they could treat them as they would; humiliating and torturing them and even forcing them to engage in vicious and deadly combat, merely to satisfy their lust for blood and power.
It was incredibly tough upon those that served, and they never entered with a true idea of the horrors that awaited them. Word of the activities that went on within the community were never allowed to reach the outside world, and the media was tightly controlled by those that dwelt within. To those on the outside, it was merely a rehabilitation facility, and as more and more desperate creatures were poured into the facility, many left, suited and with money in their pockets ready to embrace the new life that awaited them.
There were possibilities, and money and respect could be earned by those that were willing to keep their heads down and work hard. Fulfilling all the roles that a community would usually require; from policing and medical staff down to store-management and waste-disposal, they were given jobs and a fair wage. Able to work their way up from a possession-less servant living either on the street or as a pet within a household, they could earn clothing, and luxuries and even work their way up to owning property and servants of their own. It gave them hope, and, upon leaving, everything they earned was sold, and they could exit with all their hard-earned wages in their pockets.
Not that the young heir cared particularly for that. In his eyes, they were merely temporary servants. With just a quick command he could make them do anything he desired, whether that be clothing and bathing him or laying out a fine banquet. He could humiliate and abuse them, and there was nothing they could do to resist him. He was ruler of the kingdom, the guy at the very top. When his parents passed away and left their fortune to him he would inherit the majority of the community himself, for it was they who had envisioned and constructed such a remarkable society.
It was something he was remarkably proud of, and this pride made him all the more determined to make the most of such a wonderful gift. Although they were not particularly old themselves, his parents were certainly not the type to enjoy such a thing, and in his eyes there was only one other reason such an entertaining place had been constructed. It was for him, all for his benefit. They wanted him to live in luxury, to have that which nobody else on the planet was entitled too. The whole community was his plaything, and, as he threw back his long, slender head and let out a contented sigh, he was going to make the most of it.
"Oi, you." He barked suddenly, turning his eyes towards one of the servants who was standing ready to fulfil his commands. This was one of the newest ones; a nervous, naked young male with clean, white fur. Trembling violently as his master addressed him, he cast an anxious look up at the grey furry face of the one that spoke. Locking eyes, he saw that menacing glint within those of the one he was expected to serve. Enhanced somewhat by the coating of thick, black hairs that lined the master's small, piercing eyes, it gave a rather intimidating appearance to one that already held a particularly powerful and commanding aura.
It scared the newest of the servants, and although he continued to keep his face turned determinedly in the direction of his master, the trembling of his body grew steadily more violent. Having already been forced to strip naked and stand, completely exposed, before the youngster and his steady stream of visitors - many of whom took great pleasure in mocking him and forcing him to wait upon them - he felt completely humiliated. With no idea exactly what his master had in store for him now, he whimpered once more as his master raised a paw and signalled for him to approach.
"You're a disgusting creature," The master spat, flicking his eyes up and down the slightly chubby body before him as he took deep, testing breaths. Having been fairly clean and well-kept upon being brought to him, the servant had now suffered from his nervous demeanour. Embarrassed and trembling, the underside of his body - from his rather chubby chest down to his short, stubby sheath - was coated in small beads of sweat, and his already rather musky scent was heightened by the bitter stench that now hung around him. "How dare you get so nervous and sweaty around me? Why should my nose have to suffer the disgusting stench of your pathetic weakness? You're a filthy, useless animal, and are not even worthy of licking the floor I've walked upon. Do you honestly think that such behaviour is that of one who is worthy to serve me?"
Terrified by the fury etched on his master's face, the servant knelt down before him and let out a long, low whimper of fear. He knew, from hastily muttered conversations with the other enslaved creatures, exactly what sort of treatment one could expect if he was not deemed worthy to serve the master. They were horrific, beyond anything he could ever have imagined. Painful, humiliating and even sometimes even ending the life of the one who had wronged, they were not the sort of treatment that he had a desire to experience. With such a thing held firmly over his head, he knew that he had to show that he was willing to serve, and could perform the duties that his master set him without fear or anxiety.
Curling his long, fluffy tail up beneath him, he lay his ears flat against his head and gazed up at his master through wide, fearful eyes. Continuing to whimper in a lower, more apologetic tone, he did not speak, knowing that one who was truly submissive to his master did not express himself in the language of the one he was serving. He was a pet, not an equal, and he had no right to utter in the tongue of one who had been willing to show him such kindness by giving him a purpose in life.
He had learnt such tricks from one of the longer serving slaves, who had earned himself a great deal of respect from his fellows with his ability to stay out of trouble. In many years of servitude, he had always been one of the more favoured of the youngster's pets - given the task of escorting him through the community and ensuring that his newest acquisitions were kept firmly in their place.
Always at the side of his beloved master, the senior servant was present now, his eyes watching the submissive behaviour of his fellow slave. From his position at the very paws of his master, the younger slave could see his tutor out of the corner of his eye, but he tried to keep his focus firmly upon the enraged face before him. It seemed to be softening slightly as it looked down upon his trembling frame. Seemingly pleased by the more submissive nature of the one he had elected to serve him, the master leant forward and reached out one of his small, furry paws. Placing it upon the head of the servant, he slipped from his chair and rubbed softly at the long, pointed ears of his plaything, before running it down under the creatures muzzle and scratching lightly at his soft, furry neck.
It drew a slight whine of pleasure from the slave and, feeling slightly more relaxed, he rolled over onto his back and kicked his four powerful paws into the air. It was a position he had been told that the master was fond of, one which he believed showed true submission from those that served him. It left their bodies completely at his mercy, and as the short, slender claws of the master continued to caress the underside of his neck, the slave grinned up at him, letting his tongue hang loosely from his mouth in what he hope was a more relaxed pose.
"So, you think to win me back with pathetic trickery, do you?" The master suddenly growled, his gentle caressing coming to an abrupt and fully unexpected end as he tightened his claws around the throat of his servant. "You think a quick grin and some playfully rolling around will make me think better of you? All it does is remind me how disgusting and pathetic you really are."
Kicking out desperately as the grip upon him tightened considerably, the servant tried to let out a pleading whimper. Twisting and contorting his body in a vain attempt to pull away from his master's painful grasp, he found that even letting out a simple, audible whimper was too difficult to accomplish. He could not breathe. With his gaze fading and his body weakening rapidly as he struggled and fought for air against the suppression of the paws upon him, everything around him began to darken.
He was unable to see, unable to hear anything but the faintest trickle of laughter from the one he served. As the breath slipped from his body and he weakened further, he went limp and frail, unable to even make a feeble attempt to pull away as the master's furry muzzle came into focus before his own. It was fuzzy, difficult even to make out with his vision blurred by his weakness and the stream of tears that were flooding his eyes. Although he knew it was speaking, its words were faded and difficult to hear, and only the putrid stench of the creature's breath briefly awakened his senses.
He was sure that he was going to die, that he had already earned such an end from the one he had served. Certain that no other end could await him as the stinging pain in his chest worsened and his mind itself seemed ready to fade into death, he was surprised to feel the weight lift suddenly from his body. Gasping desperately, he felt the refreshing feel of the cool air as it slipped teasingly down his scorched throat. He had been released, for the moment at least and he merely lay for a time with his eyes closed, merely enjoying the simple sensation of being able to breathe freely.
Unsure exactly why the master had released him, he was scared to open his eyes. Having felt so close to his end, he understood more fully than ever before what sort of power those that owned him held. He had no rights, no way to stop them. At any time they wished, for any reason they wanted, they could end his very existence.
It was a terrible thought, and as he finally regained the courage to open his eyes and stare back at the still enraged face of his master, he realized that his punishment was still far from over. Grinning down at his captive with a smile upon his face that did not hide the anger and malice in his eyes, the master had clearly been willing to allow him a moment to regain his senses, but now seemed ready to once again have some fun with his plaything.
"Do you understand what happens to those that upset me?" He chuckled lightly, pinning the arms of the creature above his head before shuffling his own body to rest it upon the chest of his slave. Squatting just above the chubby body, he could apply his weight easily to the naked frame beneath him, ensuring that even the slightest out of place movement would result in the suffocation of the pathetic beast. It was power, the sort of thing he thrived on. He wanted the creature to know that every inch of himself, every single hair upon his body, belonged to his master and nobody else.
Delivering a quick, powerful blow to the stomach of the creature to ensure that he did not resist, he ignored the pained yelp and focused on shifting his body round. Using the bulk and grip of his small, leather boots to hold the head of the beast firmly to the ground, he pulled his body backwards to settle his hind parts firmly over the captive's muzzle. Had he been naked, it would've ensured that his backside and genitals rested firmly against the beast's nose, and even fully dressed it ensured that the breathing of his servant was once again limited.
Placed once more in a horrible situation, the creature tried to struggle, to free himself from the firm grip of his master, but he was too well restrained. Firmly held beneath the slender legs of the creature above him, he struggled to get even the slightest of movement from his well restricted frame. With his arms well restrained by his sides, locked under the knees of the heavy creature, the whole top half of his body was practically locked into place, but that did not stop him making several weak attempts to pull free.
His feeble attempts were exactly what his master wished to see, and the young creature ginned lightly to himself as he felt the body squirming lightly beneath his own. Having seen the fear crippling the body of his servant, he had been determined to firmly punish him. He wanted servants that knew their place, knew exactly what it was to cater to the will of their master. Those that could not contain their emotions, their feelings, would have to be taught a lesson.
Leaning forward towards the hind parts of his captive, he took hold of the long, curved tail and gave it a firm and powerful tug. It was merely a warning, a bit of a shock to the creature, but the long, pained howl of the beast as he continued to tug made him chuckle heartily. It cheered him to see the creature suffering, to see the pain that came with being below others on the social ladder. The beast in his power was so pathetic, so useless in his eyes, that it deserved nothing more than the pain and humiliation it was receiving.
"You hate that, don't you?" He chuckled, ignoring the desperate kicking and muffled sobs of the creature as he continued his firm pulling of the tail for a moment or two. "That hurts, I know it does. You don't like someone being so hard on a sensitive part of you. Will you behave yourself now? Will you do what master orders if he stops?"
Knowing the creature was unable to respond through the weight of his master's body and his own muffled sobs, he did not expect a reply, and he certainly had no intention of letting his captive off so lightly. He had gone against his master, gone against the very rules he had agreed too upon entering this exclusive place. He was a threat, one which needed to be quickly dealt with before it risked disrupting their wonderful way of life, and he knew that there was still much pain and humiliation he could inflict upon the beast.
Dropping the tail, he turned instead to other, more sensitive parts of the creature's body. Running his claws slowly, teasingly, down the chubby, sweat-coated belly, he let them tickle the captives flesh a little. He wanted to tease him with a little gentle caressing, and he continued with his more relaxed methods as he passed down towards the creature's short, stubby sheath.
This he treated more roughly. Quickly grasping it he dug his claws firmly into the sides, savouring the pain-filled yelps of the beast as the kicking started once more. Ignoring this, ignoring all attempts by the beast to pull away, he tugged firmly at the new, fleshy object that he held tightly in his grasp. It pained the creature greatly, and he seemed to lose control of himself. Kicking and twisting his body more violently than he had ever before, he made every possible attempt to break free for a few moments, before finally seeming to succumb to his fate as his actions stilled and only bitter, pain-filled sobs escaped from his lips.
"Have we learnt yet?" His master spoke softly once more, running one of his short, hooked claws around the tip of the sheath as the beast let out an apprehensive whimper. "Can I trust you to fulfil your duties now?"
Knowing that the creature had certainly had enough, he decided it was time to give him a further chance to prove himself. Removing his weight from the beast's chest, he looked down at the pathetic, sobbing bundle of fur and spat out another command.
"Get the fuck up and stop acting like a pathetic cub." He growled, delivering a rather gentle, warning kick to the ribs of the slave, who whimpered slightly and pulled himself up from the ground. "Now come over to my chair, and get down on your back again. Keep your paws in the air, out of the way; I have a use for you."
Settling himself down, he watched as the beast gingerly made his way towards him. He was clearly in pain, clearly still suffering from the effects of what he had just been through, but that would be a valuable learning experience. He would behave from now on, would fulfil the wishes of his master. He was a true pet now, one that could be depended on for his loyalty - not because he cared for his master, but because he knew damn well what he could expect if he let him down.
As the beast rolled over onto his back and waved his paws in the air once more, his master ripped off his boots and laid his foot-paws across the belly of his latest acquisition. With the furry stomach heaving lightly beneath him, several further slaves waiting to be taught a lesson and so much of the day left to enjoy, he cast a quick look around at his domain before letting out a contented sigh and turning towards the head of his slaves.
"You know what, Max." He grinned cheerfully, letting his toes gently caress the furry belly beneath his paws, "It's fucking great being king."