The Only Way This Ends, Part 2
#2 of The Only Way This Ends
The two weeks following Danny's extended session in the teasing chair did nothing to alleviate his mounting fears regarding his status as his master's slave. Years back, when the ram had finally more or less accepted that it was just hit lot in life to serve the man's unceasing sexual needs, the youth had more or less just assumed that things would always go on this way between the two of them.
His master would set the rules, and he would follow them. Sure, the ram had been not so secretly resentful at first, and had tried to buck the rules from time to time, but the lion had always been there to straighten him out. Spankings, extended chastity, reducing or eliminating entertainment privileges, food portion reductions -- these were among the many tools at his master's disposable for correcting his attitude. And the man employed them to great effectiveness.
Over time Danny had been shaped into a respectful, eager, sex toy. A status that he'd long come to terms with. Things that use to drive him up the wall he hardly even gave thought to, these days. That his master had a full, rich life out of this basement, out there in the world, with a job and friends and movies and the internet everything else the world had to offer. Or that the hunky older male got his rocks off on a daily basis while the norm for Danny was going days between orgasms. But years of having no choice but to accept the status quo had dulled his sense of outrage to the point that he hardly even considered the constant injustice of his situation.
But this new turn of events was an impossible pill to swallow. His master was away for longer and longer stretches of time, fucking another man while Danny was left in the basement with little to occupy his mind, other than obsessing over the reality that another man was sucking his master off. Swallowing his master's cum. Riding his master's cock. And if that wasn't bad enough, his master's growing disinterest in him was an undeniable sign that his 'retirement' was drawing nearer and nearer.
Though the lion had not explicitly stated what the sex slave's retirement might entail, the ram still considered it a safe bet to assume it might as well be a euphemism for tying a noose around his neck. Since there was no calendar or clock in the basement, Danny had no definite way of knowing, but he guessed he was probably still in his twenties. Twenty eight or twenty nine at the latest. Considering his master had snagged him from his fairly average college life at the ripe age of nineteen, he'd spent the last decade or so indulging the lion's hardcore sexual fantasy of owning and controlling his very own sex slave.
Alone in the basement, as he usually was these days, Danny did his best to keep his mind occupied. Jogging on the treadmill. Pressing the button that would turn on the TV to a random channel for thirty minutes (which made it basically impossible to watch any show or movie from start to finish).
There was one lost privilege from his free days that the ram had never been able to make his peace with, however. The ability to masturbate whenever he chose. As a teenager, his cock had been his favorite toy. And one that he had paid a great deal of attention to. But that had all changed when his unconscious body had been carried into his master's basement dungeon.
Initially, orgasm denial had taken the form of a combination of his master's watchful eye and arm straps when the lion had to leave him alone. Within a couple weeks, these had been traded in for a heavy-duty chastity cage. But with the introduction of the Portal_Net, even that crude but effective tool became obsolete.
With portal technology, the bulky, restrictive cock cage was no longer necessary. The way the metallic device had obscured his slave's genitals from his view had annoyed the man. He considered it a master's right to look upon his toy's chastised unit whenever the desire took him. Portal tech solved this problem for nicely, and the stern master found this new method of keeping his slave perpetually horny to be quite to his liking.
Kneeling behind a thick wall of clear plastic sat a motionless, wood carved statue. It was a life sized, professionally rendered carving of a submissive ram, in the height of his sexual prime. The detail on the polished wooden figure was so fine you could even make out the inanimate boy's facial expression. 'Blissful submission' is how Danny had heard the man refer to it. And the statue's body language only reinforced the emotion the ram's smiling, peacefully happy face evoked.
Resting on both hands and knees, the wooden figure knelt back, letting its knees, feet, and hands share the weight of its form. Using its arms to prop itself up from the ground, the mannequin thrust its beautifully sculpted hips out towards the clear wall that separated from the rest of the basement. Jutting out from between those hips lay Danny's very own member.
Even without looking at the basement's artfully arranged exhibit, the boy knew that the smiling wooden ram's arousal would be firm and dripping. His overfull balls wouldn't let him a moment's peace, ceaselessly protesting his master's neglect of his basic needs. But there was nothing to be done about it. His own crotch was flat, portal disc clearly visible and held in place by a combination of portal physics and the tight jock strap he was wearing.
He had been allowed to keep his balls though. The mannequinhad its own, equally large wooden pair. The lion liked how they looked on his perpetually naked body, hanging down between his legs. Plus they made a convenient handle for his master, when the man wanted to drag him towards the basement's bed for another round of 'hide the cock in the ram''. What it all boiled down to was, the lion never had to worry about any illicit masturbation sessions or unauthorized cummings. The ram's member was 'for display purposes only' until his master decided otherwise. Occasions which were becoming more and more infrequent.
Feeling equal parts bold and bored, Danny decided to risk earning himself an incredibly severe punishment session by wandering over to his master's basement desk. In the corner of the room sat a large but
un-ornamented desk that the lion worked from when he decided to take his paperwork down into the basement.
It included an older computer (password protected and with no means of obtaining internet access), a small music device with earbuds, scattered stacks of papers and something else... something that caught Danny's eye.
Nervously glancing over his shoulder at the basement door, the ram reasoned with himself that the odds of his master coming back anytime within the next few minute was very low. He was probably safe to snoop around, as long as he kept it brief and put everything back where he found it. If the lion found even a single item out of place from where he'd left it... With a shiver, Danny decided to stop thinking about that.
Softly stepping over, as if to make as little noise as possible, the ram leafed through an oddly arranged stack of documents, curious as to what additional information he could glean about the man's real-world life.
He already suspected that that the lion was either an accountant or some kind of financial risk assessor, given previous quick scans of the desk as he walked by. Based on some of what he was seeing here, maybe stockbroker was a better guess. But those items aren't what drew Danny's attention.
It was the small collection of oddly non-digital photos. Maybe the lion hadn't wanted any evidence of these left on his camera's internal drive? Leafing through them as carefully as he could, so as to avoid leaving oily paw prints on their glossy surfaces, the anxious ram felt his heart thud even harder in his chest.
Each photo starred the same young man. A naked, grinning kangaroo who couldn't have been twenty. There must have been a dozen of the photos, and showed the teenager in a compromising sexual pose. On his back, holding his fit legs up into the air, tight ass pointing towards the camera. Another with his eight inch rod in hand, winking at the viewer. In the next he was getting fucked, the kangaroo looking away from the camera, pillow clutched between his hands. But Danny would know that cock anywhere. This was the boy his master was spending his seed on. Bored with the ram, these were pictures taken of his master's future slave. The slave who would replace him.
Danny fought back the urge to rip the stack of pictures in half. He knew that if he gave into anger and frustration, there would be no way to fix that terrible mistake. Instead he set himself to arranging the stack up just like he'd found it, hidden under the verbose financial data.
Part of him had to admit that the kangaroo was
super hot. So he understood why the lion had become enamored with him. But it wasn't fair. For so many reasons. It just wasn't fair.
The ram went back over to the floor pillow, turned the TV back on for another thirty minute session, and waited for his master to return. From the corner of the room, the mannequin ram smiled at him, it's true to life member bobbing silently in the air.
Danny didn't like the chilly atmosphere in the room. Usually when his master came back from an extended stay away, he'd quickly initiate some hardcore sex play. Or maybe come up with some new kinky game for his slave to entertain him with. Like the time his master had made him play 'Toothpaste or Chili Paste?', forced to guess between two dollops of colored cream set before him, then made to rub his own choice all over the skin of his dick. Games like this were usually played until the ram eventually failed or made the wrong choice.
But today, his master wasn't interesting in fucking him, playing with him, or punishing him. The lion didn't even want his cock sucked, explaining, "Tanks running a bit low right now, slut. I'll let you know if I need a load pulled out of me."
It didn't take a genius to deduce what that meant. The lion's balls were empty, the ram's master having already spent himself when he was out with that kangaroo. That put Danny in a dangerous position. He was a sex slave. That's all his master had allowed him to become. And now that same master wasn't interested in using him for sex anymore. Which meant he had no purpose. Which meant he was just a headache the lion hadn't gotten around to dealing with yet.
The man must have saw some of this written on the ram's face, intuiting the slave's thoughts. Whatever small amount of empathy the lion possessed compelled him to speak.
"Stop worrying. You and I got some time left. Besides, there's no use worrying about it. You've been a slave long enough to understand that whatever happens is gonna happen."
If those were meant to comfort him, Danny thought they were very poorly chosen. The lion had neatly sidestepped giving him any type of assurance at all. The omission of any mention of his ongoing well-being was glaring. The ram knew he had to speak up. Even if it risked punishment. Risked? More like, guaranteed.
"...Master? Please don't snuff me."
Laying prone on the couch (which Danny himself had never been allowed to sit on), beer in hand, the lion didn't say anything for a long while. He took a long swig from the can as he stared absentmindedly at the television, lost in thought.
For the ram, it was nerve wracking. This might be the moment he finally got confirmation regarding his ultimate fate. Fuck, he might have even pushed his master to the point that he'd go ahead and get over with right here and now. Maybe that's what he was thinking about with that dark expression. Maybe he was seconds away from ordering Danny to fetch the leather bindings, so the ram wouldn't be able to put up a fight when he announced his decision.
But the lion just drank his beer, his face unreadable. The slave forced himself to continue to breath evenly.
Minutes later, an eternity as far as the ram was concerned, the large maned lion spoke again.
"I'm not gonna lie to you, slave. You and I got too much history for that. I'm not letting you go and I already made up my mind that I'm not keeping you, so that doesn't leave too many options. I talked with some folks about selling you... but almost all of them were looking for new material for their snuff films. And... well, if you're gonna be put down, I'd rather do it myself. Understand?"
Danny felt more trapped and powerless in this moment that at any other time in his life. And as a horny brute's sex slave, he had experienced plenty of both of those feelings in the past. He knew he had to be extremely careful here. If he said the wrong thing, or pissed the man off, he would either be snuffed here and now or perhaps worse, forced to wear a gag for the rest of his days. Not even afforded the opportunity to talk the man out of it as the lion spared himself the uncomfortable pleading.
He had to say something though. Saying nothing at all would be just as bad as saying something disrespectful, so he said the first thing that crossed his mind.
"Yes, sir. I understand. But... you said 'almost all'? There's someone who might take me?"
The lion frowned. The ram's words came perilously close to back talk as far as he was concerned, but the boy's tone had been appropriate for a slave. There was a moment where the lion could have come down either way, but mentally shrugging to himself, he decided to let it slide. And so the ram narrowly avoided punishment.
"Maybe. We'll see. Don't get your hopes up, though. This guy hasn't even decided if he wants to make the drive out to see you, let alone buy you. I quoted him a fairly high price, considering I've put years worth of my time training you. I told him it was non negotiable, and that seemed to put a bit of a sour taste in his mouth. He'd prefer a wolf, anyway."
That didn't seem like a long-shot to Danny. That sounded like no shot at all. Except... maybe...
"Master, sir, perhaps before deciding whether to drive out, he could test drive me using the Portal_Net system? I promise I'll do my best not to embarrass you, master."
The lion shrugged, noncommittally. "We'll see, slave. Like I said, stop worrying about it. This is something for me to figure out. You don't factor into it until I say you do. Am I clear, slut?"
In his own head, Danny yelled in frustration. This was so unbelievably awful. His master expected him to just meekly accept his own death. And why? For the sole reason that the man didn't find him as sexually arousing as he use to.
In his own tiny way, the ram defied him, mentally shouting, 'Oh, I'm sorry! Was a decade of getting your nut off to your very own enslaved boy-toy not enough for you? Boy, I'm so sorry I wasted your time, mister master! If only I had known this would happen, I'd of made sure to do everything you asked, exactly how you asked! Oh, wait, that's exactly what I did! You fuck-bag!'Shaking his head as if to shake off the annoyance this conversation was causing him, the lion stood up and said, "I'm going upstairs for the night. You may have not been explicitly disrespectful, boy, but we both know you danced around that line. I'm locking the TV on the porn channel for the next week or so, medium volume. Furthermore, I don't expect you to manage to earn any more orgasms while I'm your master. If I end up having to snuff you, you'll snuff horny. And don't let me catch you complaining about it. Am I clear, slave?"Shit. The ram could only guess that he must have let some of his resentful inward thoughts out with his body language. Or maybe the lion had genuinely been that annoyed with his presumptuous suggestion. Danny cursed himself for getting himself sentenced to what was effectively lifelong chastity, seeing as how unlikely it was that anyone would swoop in and save him from the lion.
Apparently already done with this conversation, the lion didn't didn't wait for his slave's meek reply. Turning on his heel, he fiddled with the television set to lock it to the twenty four hour kink channel before leaving the ram to his solitude.
Given how little there was to do in the basement, rigging the TV was a devious punishment. Not only was the set positioned in such a way that it was nearly always in Danny's line of sight, without the ability to mute it or even turn down the volume the entire basement would be flooded with the sounds of various sex acts nonstop. It would be hard enough to sleep through, and basically impossible to ignore while the slave was up and about.
Alone in the basement dungeon, found that he was unable to look away as a group of five elks forced a white furred fox to his knees. As the petite man pleaded with his captors not to do what they were clearly set on doing, Danny watched as the hyper-masculine elk stroked their own members fully hard in anticipation of the forthcoming fun.
In a sympathetic, instinctual response, the ram's own hand drifted towards his crotch so that he could join the men in their self pleasure. There was a moment of confusion when his fingers fumbled, missing their mark and instead finding a metallic circular disc. Unable to stop himself from moaning softly to himself in frustration, Danny tried and failed to look away as the fox's pleas were stifled by the forceful entry of the closest elk's hugely endowed fuckstick.
The fox gagged in clear distress, but Danny could only muster so much pity for the man. In these movies, the sub was almost always forced to cum at the end, usually while the dominant men mocked his smaller cock and pitifully sized load. But now the ram knew for sure that when it came time for his end, he'd be shown no such courtesy.
His slave balls churned heavily in their sack. This was going to be a very long week.