Gay Slave Punishment Novels & Stories

The first man asked after he had gotten his own whip “Let's see….” Salvatore trailed off, drumming his ring decorated fingers against his lips “Fifteen would do. Give her fifteen strokes each. All of you” What? My eyes bulged in their sockets What did he mean fifteen? For crying out loud, this was no military training camp or amphitheater where slaves got punished for treason or whatever crime they committed. “Copy that, boss” The man replied as he advanced towards me, menacingly “Salvatore, I beg you, have mercy, please” I pleaded. My eyes had already begun to water, as the tears gathered.

His voice trembled as he whispered, “Master..the boy… the boy. He—he attacked Klaus, and burned him. With power.” Dom’s gaze sharpened instantly. Burned? Before he could rise, the whispers began spreading like wildfire, slithering across the tables. “Did you hear? A boy mutilated Klaus.” “An untrained thing… how dare he strike a master?” “A slave who wounds his owner, there is only one punishment.” Murmurs swelled into loud voices, men slamming their fists onto polished wood, eyes glittering with bloodlust. “He must die!” one barked. “Yes—publicly. A shameful death so no other dares raise a hand against his master!” another screamed.

There aren’t many that are older than my father that are still alive so if this law has been buried and forgotten, I may be able to leave it buried in the past or even remove it without much trouble as many mated pairs over the years are now Inter-Species. Even though Eli was capable of running the Pride, I made sure everything was back to how it should have been and that Eli was comfortable with remaining in the Pride with his mate. I then passed judgment on the males and females found in the dungeons and stayed to witness as Eli took control of the punishment. I stood off to the side and allowed a smirk of satisfaction to pull at my lips as I watched the stronger of the victims pick up the

Regardless of the lack of affirmation from Roth, Craig was continuing to speak, “I know you're wondering, so: A power bottom is a man who both receives the penetration and dominates during sex, taking control of things like speed, depth, and position.” “Contrary to straight sex, gay sex isn't Nike: You can't just do it. You have to think about things. What did you eat last night? How clean are you? Is there lube nearby? Anal is a bit more complicated and often more painful than vaginal sex. Therefore, gay men don't always have the luxury of getting it on at the drop of a hat.”

Drake's guys, ordering him to bind me to the bed and raise my butt, showing my anus to their monster's lustful gazes. "Don't do this. We are both men," I tried to put up a fight, but there were too many. I was shackled. Oh, this was humbling. I cried out when Terry penetrated my anus. It hurt so much. "I'm not gay," I cried out. "I'm a straight man who takes pleasure in women." "What have I done to deserve all this? What crime have I committed to deserve all this?" Mr. Drake should have allowed me to search for that bitch. Why torture me instead of her?

Alpha Joseph stated. “Twenty lashings is not enough for three years of humiliation, degradation, and abuse bestowed on a minor, and a female.” A male in the crowd yelled out. “I agree. She felt it acceptable to whip a pup to the point that she has scars on her back. She also felt it acceptable to shave the pups head for spilling drinks when SHE was the one that caused the girl to fall, and spill the drinks in the first place. Twenty lashes is not a strong enough punishment for her actions!” A female in the crowd stated loudly.

Charles said. My heart tightened. The feeling of being exposed is not good at all. How should I escape from here? In contrast to me, Jack was incredibly proud of having grasped my mistake. Surely he will use this to demand Charles kill me. But Charles' following words turned the situation upside down. “She misrepresented my orders. The correct order was that from now on, if anyone forced an enslaved person to have sex, they would be severely punished, not only you. If you repeat the offense many times, you can be castrated or killed.”

For some strange reason, they rather I judged them than Adam, and I was about to find out why. "The punishment for treason is beheading. Many moons were beheaded with the guillotine. It is only fair Lana and Lola are treated the same. As for Gamma Micheal, I will cast you out. You will be packless and Clanless," Adam said, and immediately the three of them began to beg. Donovan approached Adam and knelt to beg for his father.

"But you almost have to, just to see what it's like. Monique, Marcia and Chantelle were all dripping. They love good hard spankings. I wonder if Sam would let Dan spank his two if they were disobedient?" "You like getting spanked?" Shasta asked. "That looked nasty." "On the whole," I answered. "It's part of the slave experience. It's not all fucking. It's the whole package. If you're going to get a submissive male slave, you'll need to learn to punish him. It will be part of what he expects from the experience." "How is that not abuse? Rhonda, how come no one get arrested, they do shit like that?"

Bill asked. "I got a bra and panty set to replace the ones you ruined, sir, and I know I'm not to wear them while I'm a slave, but they are virtually transparent, so would qualify as slutty under most definitions. If the remainder are not slutty enough, you may punish me with a spanking of 25 swats for each one." "What if the punishment were an hour in the Slave Trainer for each one?" Whore thought for a moment. "Even then, Master. They are all quite slutty."