THE TRAINING OF JOHNNY

BY DVNT

Little Johnny blinked at the bright lights. He was lying on a
table, looking up at the bright harsh florescent lights directly
over his head. He was aware that he was still naked; he had left
his clothes in the van. He smiled, remembering the fun he had had
with Jenny in the back of the van. She had made him feel really
good, a completely new experience to him. He wondered if he would
ever get to feel her hot little mouth on his penis again.

His penis became erect at the memory. Johnny reached for it to
try and pleasure himself. It was then that he realized that his
arms and legs were tied down. He lifted his head to look down his
body.

He saw he was strapped to a metal table and although there were
bright lights over him most of the rest of the room was cloaked
in darkness. Looking around the room he could make out many
shadowy shapes, most of which he couldn't make out. A door to his
left allowed a bit of light to stream under, revealing a cement
floor.

A movement out of the corner of his eye made Johnny look to his
right. His heart began racing as he imagined what horrors lay in
the darkness. Nothing he imagined was quite as horrible as what
reality was.

Jenny's mother sat on a chair in the darkness. Idly picking lint
off the black cloak she was wearing as she watched the boy awaken
and look around. This was the most important part of his
training. And he had to be completely terrified as a first
impression to ensure complete submission.

She knew the boy had no idea where he was really and she'd allow
his imagination to run wild for a bit before she really began the
training. After taking Johnny into the house and down the stairs
to the basement she had administered a strong sedative. Johnny
had been asleep for the last 36 hours and had not yet seen the
dungeon part of the basement he was currently secured in.

The dungeon had been built four years ago in preparation of
Jenny's training but as she had moved on it had been used less
and less. Jenny's mother was thrilled to get to use the dungeon
again.

She adjusted the leather face mask she wore and made sure the
hood of the cloak covered the rest of her head, stood, and
quickly walked over to the boy.

Johnny was startled when the dark figure quickly emerged out of
the shadows. When it leaned over him he got his first look at the
horrific mask it wore. Johnny began screaming in terror.

The figure slapped Johnny across the face and the boy fell
silent, whimpering meagerly at the monster that hovered over him.

"What's your name?" the figure asked. A special collar around her
neck gave Jenny's mom a deep course sounding voice. Johnny was
too scared to answer. He was paralyzed with fear, unable to do
anything but stare up at the dark figure, the dark unblinking
eyes of the figure seeming to look straight through the boy.

"When a master asks a slave a question it should be answered
immediately, without hesitation," the figure growled, "Maybe you
don't know the answer. Your name is Slave from now on. You will
answer to slave and slave alone. Whoever you were before you came
here is dead, never to be known again."

The young boy winced as emphasis was placed on the word "dead".

"Furthermore," the figure continued, "You will respond to
everything with Master. Do you know who your masters are?"

"N-no Master," the boy said, quickly picking up on what he had
been told.

"Everyone," the figure told him, "Until you're told otherwise,
everyone is superior to you and everyone is your master. Do you
understand?"

He nodded his head yes.

"Apparently you don't, nodding your head is not an answer, the
proper answer would have been 'Yes Master'," The figure sounded
angry now, "You'll have to be punished for that."

"No, please Mater!" the young boy begged.

"That's another thing, you NEVER tell a master no," The figure
said, walking towards the door, "You're punishment will give you
plenty of time to think about the rules."

The figure pushed a button on the wall and walked out the door.

The boy heard the door click, as a heavy lock was slid in place.
Then he heard and felt some fans turn on, blowing the cool air of
the dungeon across the young boys exposed body. Johnny closed his
eyes and lay his head back on the metal table.

A few moments later he opened his eyes, he had felt something wet
spray across his body. He quickly looked around but the figure
had not returned. Relaxing again he lay on the table and looked
at the lights. He had become more accustomed to the blowing air
when from overhead a spray of water began soaking the boy. The
water poured down relentlessly. The poor child's teethe rattled
from the cold.

To keep the water out of his eyes he had to lay with his head
turned to one side. It was then that Johnny noticed the clock on
the wall. He was curious how he had missed it before. The poor
boy lay strapped to the table shivering as he watched the hours
tick by.

Jenny's mother and father watched the slave boy from the control
room. From this specially built room, also in the basement, the
two had complete control over every aspect of the dungeon as well
as the rest of the basement. Every aspect, including the clock,
where controlled.

The clock had been Jenny's fathers idea, after reading "One Flew
Over The Cuckoo's Nest" He had realized the psychological impacts
of being able to control the perception of the passage of time to
someone that was being tortured.

"How much is the clock advanced, Harold?" Jenny's mom asked her
husband.

"It's been sped up five times, Lori," Harold answered his wife.

"The torture only is supposed to last an hour, do you really
think he'll believe he's endured five hours of this?" Lori asked.

"Of course, this is his first session, he'd have no idea how long
it really lasted," Harold answered, "Remember Jenny's first time
in there?"

Lori remembered Jenny's first torture session very well. It was
only a few weeks after her 6th birthday when she had woken up
down there. They had started her training much the same way, with
Harold dressing up as the cloaked figure and terrorizing her. She
had passed out from the sight so they had started the water
torture while she was still unconscious, letting the little girl
wake up to being cold in wet. They had kept the clock speed going
as they tortured her for two entire weeks. Jenny was convinced
that summer break had ended while she was locked in the dungeon
and that she was a few weeks into the school year. Throwing her
off in time by almost a month and a half had left her very
confused and completely dependant on her parents when they
finally came to get her from "The Trainer" as they had named the
figure.

It was almost a year after that before Jenny learned the Dungeon
was in her own basement and as far as her parent's knew, the
little girl was still completely unaware that The Trained wasn't
some dark figure her parents brought in for special training and
discipline.

Slave was completely exhausted from shivering; he had agonizingly
watched five hours pass on the clock when everything was shutoff.
No only did the fans and water, but also the bright lights. Slave
felt the bonds on his ankles and wrists release. He sat up on the
cold metal table and rubbed circulation back into his
extremities. He looked around the room some and saw the crack of
light, still pouring in from under the door. Johnny carefully
climbed off the table and began to walk towards the door, being
careful not to slip on the wet concrete floor.

Lori and Harold watched the little boy walk across the room to
the door, the night visions cameras making it easy to track his
every move. They watched as he reached the door and turned the
knob, opened the door and quickly walked through it without
looking in first.

Slave heard the door close as he stepped into the brightly lit
room. As his eyes were still adjusting he took a step forwards
and was shocked when he bumped into burning hot object. His eyes
had become accustomed to the brighter lights and he saw he was in
a small room, no larger than a closet, with metal walls. He
reached out and touched the walls, finding them to be burning
hot. The boy turned to go back out the way he had come in. To his
horror he didn't see the door he had come in. Worse still the
room had not four but five walls, making it difficult for the boy
to remember which way he had even come from.

From the control room the adults watched as the boy slowly turned
in a circle looking at his confinement. The display indicated the
walls were heated to 100 degrees Fahrenheit by the electric
heating elements in them. This room had been Lori's idea, there
wasn't enough space in it for a child to sit or lay on the floor
without touching the walls, which could be heated high enough to
cause third degree burns. The pentagon shape of the room made it
difficult for anyone who stumbles in to find the door to get back
out and of course the door itself blended in with the walls and
could only be opened from the outside or form the control room.
The final touch was the fact that the room was actually an
elevator, between the basement dungeon and an even lower level
with completely different rooms.

Harold set the elevator to drop to the lower level and the timer
on the door to open in four hours. He then turned to his wife who
was still in the trainer costume.

"We have some time, would you like to have some fun with Jenny?"
the adults grinned at each other.

******

A blast of cool air was the first indication Johnny had that the
door was opened. He had tired to find a way to sit in the tiny
room for what seemed like forever. There had been no way to rest
comfortably without touching the burning hot walls. Johnny had
finally settled on standing upright trying to rest without
falling into one of the five walls. He was very tired and very
hungry but what he saw through the open door made him forget his
other problems.

There stood The Trainer, in one hand he held a cruel looking
paddle, in the other was a bottle of water. Johnny could see
condensation dripping off the outside of the bottle. He quickly
stepped out of the hot tiny room and grabbed the bottle from The
Trainer when it was offered. Johnny gulped down the water as
quickly as he could, being careful not to spill any of the
precious cool liquid. When the bottle was empty Johnny sank to
his knees.

"Thank you M-master," he said, hoping to avoid the trainers
wrath.

"You've broken the rules," The Trainer said coolly, "A slave
isn't to do anything unless its master gives it permission to.
You were never given permission to get off the table and you were
certainly never given permission to leave the room."

Johnny began to sob as this was said.

"You'll soon find that what's in this room is far worse than what
awaited you in the other room but in this room your training can
be even more effective."

Johnny let himself go limp as the trainer lifted him up and
strapped his torso to a bench. Then his ankles and thighs were
secured to legs of the bench. Johnny turned around to see what
was about to happen but suddenly found his vision blocked by a
larger barrier The Trainer set in place.

Johnny felt The Trainer begin to massage his tiny cock and balls,
relaxing as the good sensations took over. The Trainer expertly
massaged him right to the brink of orgasm. In frustration Johnny
tried to reach around the barrier but found his free upper-body
was helpless to do anything about his lower body.

Johnny relaxed back onto the table and waited for The Trainer to
resume. A short bit later he felt The Trainer again begin to
fondle his genitals. This time as Johnny neared his climax the
trainer stopped and gave him a quick smack across his butt cheeks
with the paddle. Johnny howled in pain but quickly subdued to low
whimpers as attention was once again was given to his small
penis. Again he was brought to the verge of a spectacular climax,
only to have it interrupted by The Trainer stopping, this time
giving him two hits with the paddle, one on each cheek.

This continued with the trainer adding another hit each time he
stopped. By the time Johnny was receiving 12 hits on his now very
sore ass he found he wasn't loosing his tiny erection during the
paddling. At 14 he found he was becoming sleepy, unable to hold
his head up. The last thing Johnny remembered before succumbing
to a deep sleep was The Trainer beginning to give what should
have been 19 spankings.

***

Johnny awoke thinking something was wrong. He blinked his eyes
but saw no light. He also noticed it was unusually quiet. He was
aware of a large gag in his mouth and put his hands to his face
to feel it. He felt the rubber ball and traced the leather straps
back around his head, only to find the gag was secured in place
with a small lock. He moved to rub his eyes and found cold metal
plates covering them. Feeling around the edges of the plates he
found them secured to what felt like a leather mask. Similar
plates covered his ears and all the plates had what felt like
small keyholes near them. Johnny felt the edges of the mask and
found it wrapped around his head but left his nose and the top of
his head exposed.

Johnny started to sit up but found himself held down by something
at his neck. He felt his neck and found a dog collar held in
place by anther lock. Attached to the collar was a length of
chain. Johnny followed the chain and found it connected to a ring
in the cement floor next to what felt like a mattress he was
laying on.

Johnny lay back down on the mattress, looking off into nothing.
He began thinking back to the spanking he had received just
before he had passed out. He was surprised at how he had enjoyed
being spanked and pleasured. Thinking back on it his little penis
became stiff again.

Johnny was pulled from his thoughts suddenly by the feeling of
his semi-erect penis rubbing against something very coarse.
Johnny reached down to his crotch and felt a strange device. It
felt like it was made from the same materials as the mask he
wore. A metal plate covered his crotch and Johnny found he was
unable to slip his fingers in behind the plate in any way. The
plate was held in place with leather straps the circled his waist
and went between his legs. The straps were held in place with
even more locks.

Johnny's silent world was shattered by a very loud ringing which
seemed to come form within his head. Johnny put his hands to his
ear covering in a futile attempt to stop the noise. The noise
subsided and was replaced with cruel laughter.

"I guess that means the speakers are working," Johnny recognized
the voice as that of The Trainer, "I guess by now you've pretty
much figured there's nothing you can do to get any of that off.
Let me tell you what this means. I now control everything. You
cannot see or hear anything but what I want you to see and hear.
You won't be able to eat or drink unless I provide it for you.
You can't even go to the bathroom without my help. You're
completely worthless and helpless and your very existence depends
on me deciding to help you. But there's good news, I'm going to
help you and I'm going to train you. You will be a perfect sex
slave when I'm through."

Johnny became aware at how full his bladder felt and wondered
about going to the bathroom.

"I'm sure you have to use the bathroom now but don't even think
about going without permission, the consequences are very
unpleasant."

Johnny held his bladder. He felt someone disconnect the chain
from his collar.

"Slave, stand up."

Johnny stood.

"Turn to your left."

Johnny thought for a second and executed a right turn. Johnny's
head was filled with a booming laughter. He felt The Trainer wrap
something around his left arm.

"This will help you tell left from right, remember, your left arm
has the leather band around it, L for left and L for leather."

Johnny thought about this and realized what The Trainer meant.
When ever he was told left all he had to do was think of the arm
with the leather band on it.

"Now slave, turn around and take two steps forward."

Johnny did so and felt his feet step from the mattress onto the
cool cement floor.

"Get down on your hands and knees and start crawling forward"

Johnny did so and followed further instructions until he was told
to stop and stand. Johnny felt the metal plate over his crotch
come off and The Trainers powerful hands lifting him onto a cold
ring shaped seat.

"Slave, you may use the toilette now."

Johnny emptied his bowels and once done felt the trainer lift him
from the toilette, wipe him and then replace the cover on his
penis.

"Turn to your left and walk forward."

Johnny thought for a second, remembered the leather arm band, and
turned in the proper direction. He began walking forward,
following the instructions he was given to another unknown
destination.

Johnny soon found himself stepping onto a slightly inclined
platform. He felt The Trainer attach something to his collar and
then allowed his hands to be secured to rails at either side of
him. Johnny stood, wondering what was about to happen when the
floor began to move under him.

"This is going to be part of your daily workout routine. Everyday
you'll do a vigorous workout, a slave must be fit with good
endurance and stamina."

Johnny's legs and chest burned with the effort. The ball gag in
his mouth forced him to breath through his nose. Sweat poured
down his forehead and into his eyes, causing them to burn too.
Johnny was helpless to stop any of it and it was all he could do
to keep from falling on the machine. He was running farther than
he had ever run before and still the machine kept going. Johnny
ran and ran, his pounding heart was amplified by his ear
coverings, making it sound like a drum in his head. Drool and
saliva frothed at his mouth like a rabid dog's and still on he
ran. A few times, as he began to tire, he nearly lost his
footing, but always managed to catch himself before completely
falling. Finally he felt the machine begin to slow. Johnny was
awash with relief as the machine finally came to a halt. Johnny
stood and shaking legs, his chest heaving and his heart still
racing, as his arms were released and the chain taken off his
collar.

The voice in Johnny's head instructed him to get off the machine
and guided him through some other basic exercises. It then
instructed him to stretch. After the workout Johnny was allowed
to sit as a bottle was hooked to the fitting in his ball gag.
Johnny tilted his head back and allowed the cool water to run
down his throat.

"Stand and turn to your right."

Johnny followed the instructions and allowed the voice to talk
him across the room to a table.

"On the table in front of you are 25 weights. Each one has a
different weight, the lightest being 1 pound and the heaviest
being 25 pounds. You will arrange the weights in order form left
to right with the lightest being on the left and the heaviest on
the right. Once this task is completed you will be fed."

Johnny felt the cold weights on the table in front of them. Each
one was rounded on top with a flat bottom. Johnny felt each of
the weights, trying to get a picture in his mind of what he was
looking at. He picked up a weight in each hand, setting the one
that felt lightest to the left and the heavier one to the right.
He continued doing this comparing the weights and trying to put
them in order. As he worked he though of being fed, he hadn't
eaten in a long time. Johnny had no idea how long it had been
since he'd had any food, he figured it had to have been almost 5
days but there was no way to tell time anymore. He continued
working, lifting the different weights, trying to determine which
was lighter. It became more difficult trying to tell which weight
went where with only a difference of a single pound separating
the two. Finally Johnny had the weights lined up and took a step
back from the table.

"Wrong slave, you have failed. Your food is getting colder the
longer you take."

Johnny was sweating now, partially out of nervousness and
partially because the temperature of the room had been steadily
increasing as he worked. Johnny again began lifting the weights,
trying to determine which was heavier and which was lighter.

Johnny again stepped back from the table and again was told he
was wrong and reminded that him being fed was reliant on the fact
that this task be done.

Johnny was beginning to loose hope. There was no way he'd ever be
able to get this right by just lifting the weights to put them in
order. The earlier workout had made his muscles tired and all
this lifting and moving, of even the lighter weights, was adding
up. Johnny picked up one of the lighter weights and felt it.
There had to be another way. Johnny reached down and picked up
one of the heavier weights. There was definitely a difference in
their weights and they were both rounded with flat bottom. But,
they weren't exactly the same. Johnny placed the flat bottoms of
the two weights together and found the heavier one was slightly
larger around. Johnny picked up two more weights, this time
closer in weight and confirmed it, all the weights were different
sizes. Johnny worked with zeal trying to get the weights in the
proper order now. Once he thought he was done he double checked
his work and stood back from the table.

There was silence. Johnny stood and waited. The longer he waited
the more he expected the voice of The Trainer to tell him he was
worng.

"Very well done little one."

The words caught him by surprise. It was still The Trainers voice
but the words were softer. The Trainer guided Johnny to a chair.
Johnny sat and felt a table in front of him. Then the smell hit
him. Any he hunger he had was forgotten when he smelled what he
hoped he wouldn't be eating. Johnny's head was forced back and he
felt something being hooked to his ball gag. Then a powerful jet
a bitter, foul smelling mush began filling his mouth. Johnny
swallowed all he could as the jet continued filling his mouth
relentlessly.

"This is very good for a slave in training. It's full of
nutrients and is very filling."

Finally the jet subsided and Johnny's head was released. He felt
the device being unhooked from his ball gag. Johnny felt nauseous
but at the same time very full.

"Time to prepare you for bed."

Johnny stood and followed the instructions to walk to the
bathroom. The Trainer once again helped him onto the toilette and
allowed him to relieve himself. He then felt the trainer lift him
off the toilette and place him in what felt like a tub. He felt
warm water begin to cascade down his body.

"Slaves that do well get special privileges like warm showers,
slaves that fail," The Trainer continued as the water suddenly
grew cold, "get to be miserable."

Johnny was relieved when the water began to warm up again and
allowed The Trainer to soap and wash Johnny. When the shower was
over Johnny was instructed over to the mattress and told to lay
down Johnny felt the chain nearby and felt the open lock on the
end. Johnny picked it up and secured it to his collar.

"Very good slave. You're making your training much easier on
yourself by taking to it so well. I think another small reward
can be arranged."

Johnny felt the lock on the gag being undone and the ball pulled
out of his mouth. Johnny's mouth was sore and felt funny but he
managed to say an obedient "Thank you Master."

The Trainer walked out of the room, leaving Johnny for the night.

From the control room Harold and Lori watched as the young boy as
he drifted off to sleep. They were thrilled that the mask, their
latest invention, had worked so well. "I was worried that it
wouldn't be waterproof but the shower you gave him has put those
fears to rest," Harold said to his wife.

"This was a great idea of yours dear," Lori responded, "This will
revolutionize how both professional trainers and dominant parents
handle their children. You've found a way to make a slave
completely dependant and excellent at following orders."

The husband and wife watched as the heart monitor built into his
collar slowed, indicating he had fallen asleep. Lori pulled
selected the proper MP3 file from the computer and set it to play
in a continuous loop.

"We'll see how this subliminal message system works while he
sleeps although I doubt he can get much more submissive." She
said as she and her husband left the control room.

******

Johnny awoke to a bell ringing in his head. It wasn't the same
loud bell that had startled him the previous day but a quieter,
gentler chime. He lay on the mattress as his chain was released
and followed The Trainers orders through the same bathroom and
exercise routine as yesterday. Johnny was thankful that he was
ungagged for it today.

Once again Johnny was guided over to a table and once again he
was told his daily meal would be served after he had arranged 25
weights. Johnny picked up two of the weights and began comparing
their sizes, they were the same size! He compared two more
weights, then two more, while they seemed to have different
weights all the weights were the exact same size and shape.
Johnny began feeling the cool metal weights, like yesterday they
were rounded with a flat bottom, 25 identical domes he had to
arrange. Running his fingers over the bottom he felt something
different. The weight he was holding had a line and a circle
carved into the bottom. Another, lighter weight had what felt
like two curves touching each other. Johnny tried to visualize
what he felt on the bottom of the weight and realized it was a
number three. He felt all the weights, visualizing the numbers he
was feeling on the bottom. Finally he was ready and placed all
the weights in order. Completing the task he stepped away from
the table and waited.

"Well done, you may eat now."

As Johnny was directed over to the table he once again smelled
the putrid odor of his daily meal. The smell that wafted up from
the dish in front of him was even worse when warm. A spoon was
placed in Johnny's hand.

"You'll feed yourself today. Eat it all, don't spill any, and
don't make a mess."

"Yes Master." Johnny automatically said.

Johnny reached out with his left hand and felt the dish, he
lowered the spoon in his right hand down into the dish and
brought a spoonful of the slop to his lips. He quickly opened his
mouth and tried to swallow its contents. He gagged, but managed
to choke it down. He repeated the process and managed to get
spoonful after spoonful of the slop down, being careful not to
drip any, and struggling to keep it down. Finally he found the
spoon scraping an empty dish. He set the spoon down and waited.

After a moment The Trainer gave him directions towards a sink
where Johnny washed his dish and spoon in the water that was
already there. While washing the dishes Johnny became aware of a
churning in his bowels. The slight churning quickly turned into
cramps that had the young boy doubled over in pain. Johnny
stuggled to finish the task he had been assigned and no sooner
had he dried and put the dish away in the cabinet when a wave of
nausea hit him. Johnny grabbed the counter in front of him and
tried to keep down the food he had just eaten. Johnny stood
there, fingers digging into the counter, jaw clenched against the
vomit rising in his throat. He felt around the counter and fount
the sink, still full of water nearby. Unable to hold back any
longer Johnny threw up into the sink. Wave after wave, Johnny
continued to throw up into the sink, tears pouring down his face
at the knowledge he had failed to follow The Trainers
instructions and would be inevitably be punished. Finally Johnny
had thrown up all the contents of his stomach. The young boy
collapsed to the floor in the fetal position, completely
exhausted from the purging.

"S-sorry m-m-master," The tiny boy tried to say between dry
heaves.

"ON YOUR FEET SLAVE!!" Johnny heard after a few minutes on the
floor.

Johnny sprang to his feet instantly, surprised at how quickly he
did so despite his weakened condition. Johnny allowed a leash to
be attached to his collar and let himself be led from the dining
area into the training room. The leash was removed and Johnny was
left standing in the training room, waiting for his punishment.

From the control room Lori watched the little boy standing in the
middle of "The Maze". The Maze was a room with a series of
motorized floor and wall panels. A voice emulation program would
simulate The Trainers voice and give commands to move the slave
about the room as the floors and walls shifted. To a slave unable
to see or hear anything like Johnny it would seem like they had
traveled through a large and complex building with multiple rooms
and floors. Motion sensors would determine if the slave had
stopped following instructions and would log the infractions for
later punishment. Lori set the controls so the maze would run a
random series of commands for the next 18 hours and left Johnny
alone as she returned upstairs to the house.

Johnny, now alone in The Maze began following the instructions he
heard the trainer give him. Still worn out from his earlier
workout and further weakened by having no food in his stomach he
found it difficult to follow the route the trainer was walking
him through. Worst of all was the endless flights of stairs he
had to climb. Johnny couldn't help but wonder where he was
headed, he had climbed more stairs than he thought a building
could have and had walked farther than he thought was possible
indoors. He figured he was being kept in a large skyscraper for
his "training". He must be very far from the town he'd grown up
in because he was pretty sure there wasn't a building this big
back in his home town. As Johnny continued to follow instructions
he thought more about home. He wondered what his mom was doing
now, if she even missed him. He wondered what had happened to his
brother and his friend. It occurred to him that he didn't really
miss anyone in his family. Sure it would be great to have his
daddy back, but his mom had assured him daddy was never coming
back. Johnny thought back to when his dad had left....

***

Johnny had just gotten off the schoolbus and was surprised to see
his dad's car in the driveway. It was very unusual for him to
come home early from work and although daddy loved Johnny very
much, and told him so often, Johnny got the feeling that he
worked late so often mostly because mom yelled at him so much
when he was home. Johnny often wished mom would get a job and
daddy could stay home all day watching him and his brother. He
especially wished this during the summer vacations when his mom
would tell Johnny and his brother, Tim, to leave early in the
morning and didn't want to see them until nearly dinner time. Tim
would usually take Johnny into some nearby woods and chain him to
a tree with an old rusty chain and a padlock. Tim always said it
was a game but Johnny knew it was so Johnny wouldn't bother Tim
while he hung out with his friends.

Johnny practically ran to the front door, excited to see his
father. As he made it to the door though he could hear yelling
through the walls of the run-down house he lived in. He peaked
through the front window to see his mom, half undressed, with
another man he didn't recognize. It appeared they were both
yelling at daddy. Johnny saw mom pick up a lamp off the table and
throw it at daddy. Johnny couldn't watch anymore and ran off,
hoping to hide out in the woods until the fight was over.

A few hours later Johnny returned to the house, seeing his
daddy's car still in the drive, and not hearing any more yelling,
he hoped the fight was over and he could spend time with his
daddy. When Johnny came through the front door he was shocked at
the mess in the living room. Mom was laying on the couch, liquor
bottles all around, and there was no sign of daddy.

"Your no good father's gone, clean this mess up," his mom mumbled
without opening her eyes.

"Where's he gone and when'll daddy be back?" Johnny asked.

"He's just gone, and he's NOT COMING BACK!" his mom yelled the
last three words, "Now clean this damn room."

Johnny began cleaning the living room, not wanting to get in more
trouble with his mom. As Johnny cleaned the room he couldn't help
but notice the large red stain on the carpet, he couldn't get it
cleaned up no matter what he tried. He knew mom would be mad if
she woke up and saw the stain there on the rug so he moved a
chair over it.

Just as Johnny had finished cleaning the living room Tim walked
in the door, seeing mom passed out on the couch he went to the
room he shared with Johnny without saying a word. Johnny followed
quietly.

"Mom, says Dad's gone and isn't coming back," Johnny said, on the
verge of tears. Tim just shrugged.

"Don't you think it's weird?" Johnny kept on.

"You've heard the way those two fight, would you keep coming home
to that?"

Tim snapped.

"But he wouldn't have left us here! He loves us!"

"He only cared about himself, he only gav you attention because
you're the youngest, if you'd never come along he'd have given me
all the attention!"

Johnny broke down crying at what his brother was saying.

"Also, if you'd never come along there'd be more money and dad
wouldn't have to work so much and they wouldn't fight over money
all the time."

Tim's words cut like a knife and Johny began crying harder,
sobbing loudly. "Shut up! If your crying wakes mom she'll come in
here and beat us both!"

Johnny couldn't stop crying. He was curled up in the fetal
position, lying on the floor at Tim's feet. Tim looked down at
his brother. For the last two years he'd had to watch Johnny
every day of summer break. After the first few days of his
brother tagging along he couldn't stand having him around
anymore, he began chaining him up in the woods so he wouldn't
have to bother with him anymore. Watching him cry like a baby now
he realized there was a good chance his crying would get them
both in trouble and he wasn't about to take a beating because of
the little brat.

Tim grabbed a dirty sock off the floor and forced it into
Johnny's mouth. Johnny was surprised to suddenly feel the bitter
tasting and foul smelling sock be shoved into his mouth. Johnny
reached to pull it but was suddenly grabbed by the hair and
dragged towards the closet. Johnny grabbed his brother's wrist,
trying to get him to let go of his hair, forgetting at the time
the sock in his mouth.

Tim dragged his brother to the closet, opened the door and lifted
his brother until he was standing on his feet. Tim felt his
brother grabbing at his wrist and was looking frantically for
something to tie his hands with. He saw the belt his brother was
wearing and managed to remove it with his free hand. Somehow he
managed to get both his brothers hands up on the clothes rod in
the closet and tie them together.

Johnny hung there in the closet, barely able to stand on his
tiptoes. The belt securing his hands over his head was rubbing in
chaffing his skin. His brother closed the closet door and Johnny
was plunged into darkness.

In the darkness Johnny began to panic. He shook and kicked in his
bonds, trying to get his brother to come back, trying to get
free. In his struggles his pants, no longer held up by his belt,
fell to his ankles. he continued to struggle for a few more
minutes, causing his pants to slip completely off him.

Tim became afraid the noise his brother was making in the closet
would wake his mom. He flung the door open and saw his brothers
pants had fallen off.

"I want you to be quiet! Don't you understand what will happen if
you wake mom?"

Johnny continued to struggle.

"I'll show you!"

Tim grabbed an extension cord off the floor and doubled it over
in his hand. He raised the loop of cord over his head and brought
it down across his brothers belly. Johnny's thin T-shirt did
little cushion the blow and the pain caused him to shout into his
gag and struggle even more. Tim swung again, hitting his brother
across the front of his bare thighs. Johnny managed to twist
around so he was facing the back of the closet, hoping to avoid
any more painful hits to his frontside. Tim was presented with
Johnny's underwear clad bottom to flog. Tim took aim at his new
target and gave Johnny three quick hits on his butt. The next
four hits came across the back of Johnny's thighs and the final
half dozen were delivered in an uncontrolled fit to Johnny's
back.

The pain was unbearable and the added tension delivered to his
arms from twisting around was too much. Johnny allowed himself to
turn back around to face his tormentor. When Tim saw his brothers
tear streaked face he knew he'd gone too far. He felt a lot
calmer now that he'd unleashed some of his aggression but at the
same time knew he couldn't let Johnny tell. He needed some way to
keep him quiet and knew he couldn't keep him tied up forever.
Since it was a Friday he figured he could keep him tied up
tonight, telling his mom that Johnny had gone to spend the night
at a friends house. She'd be so out of it from the drinking binge
she'd been on she'd probably think it was her idea for him to go.
Still, Tim had to completely immobilize Johnny before he could
leave him. Tim grabbed a jumprope from Johnny's toybox. Making a
slipknot in the rope he bent Johnny's left leg back at the knee
so his heel touched his bottom. He slipped the knot over his
thigh and calf and pulled it tight.

Johnny winced as he was forced to bear more of his weight on his
right leg and arms. When Tim tried to lift Johnny's right leg in
a similar manner he resisted. Again Tim lost his temper, using
the free end of the jumprope to hit Johnny. Although the rope
itself didn't hurt as much as the belt had one of Tim's hits
resulted in the wooden handle hit Johnny in his tiny penis. The
impact in such a sensitive area caused him to reflexively draw
his knees up. This gave Tim the opportunity he was looking for to
quickly tie Johnny's left leg in the same fashion. Johnny groaned
in pain as his full weight pulled down on his already sore and
chaffed wrists. Tim then tied Johnny's bound legs together and
used the remainder of the rope to tie secure Johnny's legs to a
hook at the back of the closet.

Johnny found that no matter how much he struggled he could only
move a little bit side to side. Satisfied that his brother
couldn't wiggle around enough to make any noise he decided to
ensure his brothers complete silence. He went to his dresser and
pulled out his cubscout bandanna and a Harley-Davidson dew-rag
from an old Halloween costume. he tied the bandanna around
Johnny's already gagged mouth to keep him from spitting out the
sock. As Tim thought how horrible it must be to have a nasty
sweaty sock filling his brothers mouth, now probably soaked with
saliva, a malicious grin crossed his face.

Johnny saw his brother give an evil grin. A moment later Johnny
was thrust into darkness as his vision was blocked by the
dew-rag. Something in his brother's smile told him he couldn't
hope for much mercy. Johnny heard the closet door shut and a few
seconds later his bedroom door shut. Johnny hung there in the
dark and thought about his daddy. Why would he go away so
suddenly? How could he never be coming back? Johnny cried
silently in the dark, trying not to think about the pain in his
arms and how scared he was of the dark and of what his brother
might do to him next.

When Tim went into the kitchen to get something to eat he was
surprised to see his mother up. She was leaning against the sink
trying to open a bottle of Tylenol. The bottle clumsily slipped
from her drunken grasp and bounced into the sink. Tim picked up
the bottle, opened it, and handed it to his mother. She promptly
popped five of them in her mouth and washed it down with a half
glass of whiskey she had sitting on the counter.

"Where's your brother?" she asked, struggling to sit on one of
the kitchen chairs.

"I think he went to a friends house for th night," Tim lied.

His mom sat for a second, trying to remember if she had been
informed of this earlier. She remembered Johnny coming home and
figured he'd probably said something about it then.

"Good, I need him out of the way. Tomorrow some people are coming
by to put knew carpet in the living room. You'll need to be out
of their way too," she said, "you can fix yourself something to
eat for dinner."

Tim watched as his mom slowly got up and lumbered off to her
bedroom, taking an unopened bottle of Jim Bean with her. Tim knew
his mother wouldn't be out again tonight and probably wouldn't be
up again until late tomorrow. Tim thought for a second about
bringing food to his brother upstairs but quickly forgot the
thought when the phone rang. His best friend from school called,
wanting to go to a party.

Tim ran up to his room to change into some nicer clothes. Opening
the closet door he quickly reached past his brother to get a new
shirt and knelt in front of him to get his nicer shoes. Throwing
on the new clothes he quickly shut the closet door and ran out to
meet his friend. Although Tim hated his mother's drinking it gave
him plenty of chances to do just what he wanted.

Johnny heard his brother come in the room and the closet door
open. He felt Tim grab a shirt from next to him in the closet,
heard him change, and leave again. Johnny knew his brother was
probably getting ready to go out tonight and wouldn't be back
until late. Johnny began crying again as he realized he'd
probably be left tied up all night. Johnny began feeling hungry
as the hours ticked by. Alone in his misery Johnny became aware
of every ache, every itch, every twinge of hunger. After a few
hours of hanging Johnny felt the need to go to the bathroom.
Johnny hung there in the dark trying to hold his bladder, his
arms now numb from their torment. exhaustion set in after a time
and Johnny felt his head begin to bob. Time passed but poor
Johnny had no reference to what time it actually was. Since he
hadn't heard his brother come back in he assumed it still was
night time. Johnny's bladder ached from the pressure, he needed
to go and knew his brother wouldn't be back to let him free any
time soon. Johnny realized there was no point in making his
situation worse by holding it any longer. Johnny released his
bladder and began to cry out of humiliation. Johnny's nose was
hit with the smell of his own urine and felt cold in his soaked
underwear. Johnny continued to hang in his bondage, wishing it
would all end.

Tim came in from the party around 5 AM, he thought there was
something he was forgetting but the alcohol he'd consumed at the
party left his memory confused and fragmented. Tim stripped down
to his underwear and passed out on his bed. Around noon Tim awoke
to the strong smell of urine. For a moment he thought he'd wet
himself in a drunken stupor but was confused to find his
underwear dry. Tim slowly sat up and looked around the room. His
eyes fell on the closet door and he remembered his brother.

Tim flung open the closet door to find his brother hanging as
he'd left him. Johnny's underwear had mostly dried but still
smelled of urine. To Tims horror he found Johnny had peed all
over his shoes.

"You little brat!" Tim yelled.

Johnny was startled awake by his brother yelling. After so many
hours of hanging Johnny had finally completely passed out from
exhaustion. He'd been dreaming about daddy when he was suddenly
wrenched back to reality by his brother.

"You thought you'd get back at me by peeing all over my stuff?"
Tim continued, "I oughta go get all your friends and show them
what you did, piss yourself like a baby. That's all you are, a
little cry baby."

Johnny was horrified at the thought of his brother getting his
friends. Johnny would never live down the embarrassment.

This gave Tim an idea. He quietly walked out into the hall and
peaked into his mom's room, she was still passed out on her bed.
Tim made his way downstairs and into the kitchen, he shuffled
through the junk drawer until he found what he was looking for,
his dad's Polaroid camera. To Tim's relief it still had a few
untaken photos. Tim also grabbed a pair of scissors and returned
to his room. Tim figured for his plans it would be best if Johnny
was completely naked. Using the scissors Tim cut away Johnny's
underwear and his T-shirt.

Johnny felt his T-shirt and underwear fall away from his body and
shuddered at the realization he was completely naked and tied up.
He heard a click followed by a whirring noise.

"I bet you best friend, Sam, would laugh his head off if he saw
that photo." Tim said.

The dew-rag over Johnny's eyes was removed and he saw his brother
standing before him in his underwear holding his dad's camera.

CLICK - WHIRRRRRR

Tim took another picture of his brother.

"That one's for your baseball team."

Johnny shook his head as Tim stepped towards him again. Tim
removed the bandanna from Johnny's mouth, letting it fall to the
floor. Johnny spit the nasty sock onto the floor next to the
yellow bandanna.

"Please don't show anyone those photos," Johnny begged as drool
ran down has face.

CLICK - WHIRRRRRR

Tim snapped another picture.

"I dunno, you did pee all over my shoes and stuff." Tim said
thoughtfully. "I'll clean the mess up!" Johnny begged, nearly in
histarics now.

"And the rest of this room is pretty messy too...." Tim pushed
on.

"OK, I can clean the whole room, just let me down and please
don't show anyone the pictures."

CLICK - WHIRRRRRR

Another photo was snapped.

"Please Tim, stop!"

Tim got right up in his brother's face, he held the photos up to
the tip of Johnny's nose.

"You know what these mean?" Tim growled.

Johnny shook his head no.

"They mean I own you. You have to do everything I say and not bug
me or get me in any trouble." Tim continued, "If you can do all
that, and keep me happy, I just might not get in the mood to
share these photos with the rest of the town." Johnny slowly
nodded his head in agreement and allowed his brother to untie
him. He spent most of the day doing Tim's chores and later had to
go to Tim's friends house to clean their rooms. Johnny watched
pathetically as Tim pocketed the $5 his friends each paid to have
Johnny clean the rooms. Throughout the day of working Johnny's
thoughts continued to drift back to his daddy.

***

Johnny had stopped moving in The Maze and was completely
oblivious to the commands The Trainer was issuing. It was all he
could do to squat on the floor and cry into his mask.

Lori was surprised when her private cell phone recieved a text
message. Very few people knew this number. After reading the
message she grabbed her husband and the two ran into the control
room.

"It's a good thing the computer went to safe mode and sent off
the warning message to you, he could have been seriously hurt if
the maze ha continued without his moving." Harold said as the two
entered the control room.

"Yeah but what happened? Did the speakers in the mask fail?" Lori
asked.

"Lets see," Harold said as he activated the alarm sound from the
speakers.

They saw from the control room that Johnny put his hands to his
head upon hearing the noise but continued to squat on the floor.
Harold looked back through the log of events, Johnny had followed
instructions exactly at first but then a few hours into it began
slowing down. an missing instructions. Shortly after that he ha
just stopped. Lori began dressing up in the trainer outfit.

"I'm sure he's exhausted but a slave must obey regardless as long
as they have the means to. If he's not passed out he should be
following orders." She said as she draped the dark cloak on her
shoulders.

Harold continued looking at the log as his wife finished putting
the outfit. on. "Hold on dear," Harold said, "He's been saying
something."

"What?"

"For the last five minutes he's been constantly saying the word
'daddy'."

"What do you think it means?" Lori asked.

"I don't know but maybe the mask was too much psychological
torture for him, we need to be very careful now, maybe call in a
professional to help us design the rest of his training."

"Fine, until we know more we'll put him to sleep for a bit and
remove the mask." Lori conceded.

Johnny was startled to feel a sharp pain in his arm and then felt
a feeling of extreme relaxation come over him. The last thing he
remembered was being carried somewhere.

******

"We just don't know enough to make any decisions. According to
the file his father disappeared over six months ago and hasn't
been seen or heard from since. His mom is an alky, the police
have been to the house for various reasons two dozen times and
his brother Tim is still in training at the camp."

Harold and Lori looked at each other as the man from the Slave
Training Institute's Investigation Department read his report.

The man continued, "As far as I can tell there was no abuse
within the family except between the brothers. Based on
interviews with his brother, Johnny was extremely close to his
father. It actually looks like the mother was having an affair
and the father found out, it also appears there may have been
foul play on the part of the mother and her boyfriend."

"Did the mother ever call the police when her sons never came
home?" Harold asked.

"No, it's kinda funny actually," the man chuckled, "After we
received Tim we sent some people to her house. They convinced her
that her sons were removed from the home and sent to foster care.
She never even bothered to try and get them back. As far as I can
tell they were lucky to be turned into slaves."

"But what about Johnny? We can't continue his training if it
might permanently hurt him," Lori interjected, "and we certainly
can't let him go home."

"In my expert opinion I'd let his training continue but only if
it were administered by someone he cares about and feels safe and
comfortable with."

"Well, I guess that means The Trainers out." Lori said.

"What about Jenny?" Harold asked.

"What do you mean Jenny?"

"Well, her training is basically over, and it was always the plan
to have her become a dominatrix. Maybe we should let her take on
her new role a little sooner."

"That's not a bad idea, she did seem to naturally fall into it
when we were in the mall and Johnny really does like her."

"Then it sounds like you have a great plan ahead," the
investigator said, "If you guys need anything else feel free to
call the Institute."

As the investigator left Harold and Lori looked at each other.

"She's going to be so excited about all this," Lori said, "But
let's let her sleep for now and tell her in the morning."

The next morning Jenny woke up and rubbed her eyes. She stopped
suddenly and looked at her hands in disbelief. This was the first
time in over two years that she had woken up and not had to wait
to be unchained from her bed. She cautiously sat up and looked at
her feet. They had also been released during the night. Jenny was
extremely confused and didn't know what to do.

"This has to be a test of some sort," she thought to herself,
"They want to see if I'll get out of bed without permission."

Jenny lay back down and waited. A few minutes later her mom came
into the room. Jenny sprang out of bed and bowed at her mother's
feet.

"Get up Jenny, things are going to change."

Jenny was unsure what that meant but reluctantly followed her mom
out of the room. She followed her mom down into the dungeon, fear
growing inside her. Her mother stopped at the bottom of the
stairs and unlocked a door. Jenny had never been into this room
and nervously followed her mom in.

Jenny was surprised to see a room full of computers and monitors.
On the monitors she saw many parts of the dungeon which she had
already been in and a few she didn't recognize. She was surprised
that all these rooms were under her own home. In the corner she
saw the outfit worn by The Trainer. Jenny shivered at the site of
it.

Jenny's dad knelt beside the girl and unlocked her chastity belt.
Jenny was surprised as the device was removed and even more
surprised when her mom helped her put on a bathrobe. It was very
unusual for her to wear clothes at home.

"Have a seat." Jenny's mom said, pointing to a nearby chair.

Jenny sat and faced her mom and dad as they took seats by the
bank of monitors and computers.

"This is a very important day for you. First of all, The
Trainer," her father started, referring to the outfit in the
corner, "isn't something you need to fear anymore, it was your
mom and I the whole time. We did it for the benefit of your
training."

Jenny felt funny sitting in the chair, she realized it was the
first time in two years that she had been completely free of any
bondage.

"You've become a perfect slave over the last two years," her
mother continued, "but in doing so you've learned much more. You
demonstrated in the mall that you can be both submissive and
dominating."

"After the mall incident, we began training Johnny ourselves,"
Harold said.

Jenny gasped at the mention of Johnny, not a day had gone by that
she hadn't thought of the young boy.

"But we can't finish his training, it's a very delicate
situation," Lori finished.

"Is he okay? Did something happen?" Jenny asked with a worried
tone.

"He's fine," Lori said as Harold pulled up the small cell Johnny
was in on a monitor. "We want you to take over training him.
You're no longer our slave, from now on you will be a trainer
like us.

Jenny seemed unsure, "What if I need to be disciplined? Not all
of it was so bad, some of it was fun."

"We can still have fun together but from now on all your bondage
will be voluntary." Lori told her daughter.

"Don't worry, for now we want you to watch the videos we have of
Johnny's training so far and go introduce yourself to him as his
new mistress, also The Trainer can always come help you but we'd
prefer you handle as much as possible on your own.

Jenny spent most of the day watching the training videos from the
control room, frequently looking over at the boy on the monitor.
She noted he slept most of the time, only getting up when food
was sent into his cell and frequently repeating the word "Daddy",

After many hours of watching the videos Jenny felt she understood
the situation and was ready to go see Johnny herself. Jenny stood
up from the monitor and found that while her mom had brought in
an outfit to wear during the day. Jenny took a look at the
outfit. It was a one piece black leather catsuit that cut down
low over her tiny chest. It had no sleeves and tight fitting full
length legs. To go with the suit was a pair of knee length
high-heeled boots and a thick leather belt with a riding crop
hanging from it. Jenny got suited up and prepared to meet her new
slave.

Johnny was awakened by the cell door opening. He slowly rolled
over to see a pair of leather boots. His eyes wondered up the
shapely pair of legs. His eyes lingered on a riding crop hung on
her hip, He continued his gaze up her slender waist to see the
face he'd dreamed about many times looking down on him. "Jenny,"
he barely whispered.

"Is that anyway for a slave to greet its new master?"

Johnny quickly remembered his previous training and bowed before
the young girl. "On your knees slave." she commanded.

Johnny quickly obeyed. Jenny began to slowly unzip the front of
the catsuit, revealing her undeveloped breasts and preteen pussy
to the slave. He felt his tiny prepubescent cock become hard and
rub the chastity belt he was still wearing.

Jenny pressed the young boy's mouth to her pussy and moaned as
she felt his tongue begin to work on her hairless lips. Jenny
spread her legs wider to allow his tongue to probe deeper. She
shuddered as his tongue found her tiny clit.

Johnny used his tongue with as much effort as he could, eager to
please his new master. When his tongue passed over the tiny
button at the top of his master's pussy she really seemed to
enjoy it so he concentrated his efforts there.

Jenny was amazed at how quickly he picked up what she liked when
licking her pussy and how eager he was to do it. It wasn't long
before she was humping his mouth, forcing his face further into
her crotch. Suddenly she was overcome by one of the most intense
orgasms of her young life. As she came down she saw her slave
looking up at her like a puppy.

"Good job, slave," she said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips,
tasting her juices on his lips.

She then bent down and placed a collar and leash on the slave.

"Come!" she commanded.

Johnny eagerly followed her out into the rest of the dungeon and
allowed her to chain him to a frame. As he hung there in the
frame he couldn't help but notice how painful it was having his
cock rub against his chastity belt. He looked down at it, wishing
Jenny would remove it.

Jenny, seeing her slave looking at his chastity belt in obvious
discomfort decided to have some fun.

"If you're a very good slave you can get special privileges, like
having that removed," she said, lightly flicking his chastity
belt with her riding crop, "But you have to really make me
happy."

Jenny began gently rubbing his nipples. The stimulation made the
discomfort his penis was in all the worse. Johnny moaned at the
feelings, closing his eyes. Jenny stopped and Johnny opened his
eyes just in time to see Jenny swing the riding crop and bring it
down across both his nipples. Johnny screamed in pain.

Jenny waited for her slave to calm down before giving further
instructions.

"Slave, no matter how much discomfort you're in you need to be
sure you're pleasing your master as much as possible at all
times. Whether your master is giving you pleasure or pain, you
need to be sure to thank them for the attention they're giving
you."

She brought the riding crop down on his chest again, lighter this
time.

"Thank you mistress."

"Good slave," Jenny said, "maybe a small reward can be worked
out."

Johnny's prick grew rock hard as he felt her remove his chastity
device and felt Jenny begin to fondle his tiny cock. Johnny was
in heaven but had the presence of mind to thank her. As the slave
neared his climax he was disappointed when she suddenly quit.
Knowing better than to try and force her to continue. He watched
desperately as she walked across the room to a cabinet, pulled
some items out, and returned to stand in front of him.

Jenny knelt in front of the boy and once again began fondling his
genitals. With her other hand she began caressing his chest.
Johnny again began to near a climax as Jenny stopped fondling his
balls and began instead to caress both his nipples. His erection
stayed and he felt so close to orgasm, if only she'd rub him down
there a little longer. His hips humped the air in futility as
both his nipples became hard.

Suddenly Jenny stopped rubbing his nipples and was holding two
metal devices in front of him. He tried to figure out what they
were as she lowered them to his erect nipples and let the nipple
clamps slam shut on his sensitive nipples.

Pain shot through his body, and much to his surprise he found
himself in the middle of a very powerful and long orgasm.

Jenny waited for her slave to settle down before talking.

"I'm glad you enjoyed your orgasm but you need to learn that a
slave cannot have an orgasm without permission," Jenny said,
"I'll be lenient this time since it's our first day training."

Jenny went back to the cupboard and removed some small weights.
Hanging them on her slave's nipple clamps she watched as he
gritted his teeth against the pain.

"I'll see you tomorrow slave," Jenny said a she headed out of the
dungeon.

"Th-thank y-you mistress," she heard her slave say as she left.

From the control room Lori and Harold watched their daughter end
her first training session with her slave, more confident than
ever that they had made the right choice about letting Jenny
train Johnny.

As Jenny climbed into bed that night she felt funny. During the
day her parents had filled her closet with more normal clothes.
She had put on a baby doll nightie for bed but found it strange.
After tossing and turning for an hour Jenny got out of bed, shed
the nightie, and put a pair of handcuffs on herself.

She climbed back into bed and quickly fell asleep, dreaming of
the great things she can do with Johnny as her personal slave.