The awakening of Matthew (IV): a master responds to the mistakes of his pets

The sun had not yet risen when the three men, Matthew, Nico, and Juan, found themselves in a desperate situation. Naked and vulnerable, they were at the mercy of the Great Master, a powerful and mysterious figure who ruled over the exclusive mansion and its dark pleasures.

Matthew and Nico had been arrested before they could leave the gathering of the previous night, their passion and intensity interpreted as a violation of the mansion's rules, which did not allow the enjoyment of two submissives, let alone coming inside a pet, without being ordered by a master. Now, they were taken to the basement, a large room resembling a dungeon with stone walls and a cold, hard floor. The air was heavy and humid, with the scent of sweat, sex, and imminent punishment.

Nico, with his muscular body covered in scars and his beautiful, handcuffed to the floor, his strong legs tense trying to maintain the position. He looked at his captors with challenging eyes, but his chest rose and fell quickly, betraying his underlying fear. Matthew, with his blonde hair falling over his eyes, was naked and exposed, his youthful and sensual features now marked by concern and anticipation. He was forced to kneel, with a guard behind him, ready to strike if he dared to move, while being held down next to Nico.

In the center of the room, Juan, the dominant and seductive man, was tied to a torture rack, his muscular body on display. The red ropes dug into his tanned skin and his head hung down, his dark hair covering his face. The Great Master stood in front of him, an imposing presence with his muscular body, gray streaked hair, and intense gaze.

"You have failed, you have not respected the rules of the mansion, Juan," said the Great Master, his voice deep and authoritative. "You were entrusted with ensuring that your slaves understood and obeyed, but here we are. I cannot allow this disobedience to go unpunished."

Juan lifted his head, his eyes shining with a mix of anger and fear. "I will accept my punishment, Master. But please, have mercy on them. They are new to our world and did not mean to offend you."

The Great Master smiled, his cold eyes.

—They are yours, and therefore their failures reflect on you. They will learn the consequences of their actions. Guards!

Seven men, with completely shaved bodies and muscled shoulders, stepped forward. Their red capes fluttered as they moved, and the leather straps crossing their chests shone in the dim light. They were the executioners of the mansion, exuding power and danger.

—"These seven men will teach you a lesson, Juan," the Great Master continued. "They will take turns, using your body as they please, from dawn until dusk. They will come inside you, mark you as theirs, and remind you of the price of your transgression."

Juan's breath caught, and he closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The guards advanced, surrounding him, their hands reaching out to touch, grab, and stretch his skin as if it were an old rag that could be torn to shreds. A guard stepped forward, his cape falling to the ground as he revealed his thick and hard cock. He positioned himself between Juan's open and bound legs and rubbed the head of his penis, a huge cock with a purple head and a gaping meatus in the middle, against Juan's tight hole, spreading lubricant and his juices around the tight closed hole.

With a strong thrust, he entered Juan, his hips snapping as he plunged in balls deep. Juan screamed, his body tensing against the ropes as he adjusted to the thrust invading him. The guard began to move, his hips snapping as he fucked Juan hard and fast. Juan's screams filled the room, a mix of pain and pleasure, his body accepting the punishment.

As the first guard found his rhythm, another guard stepped forward, freeing his own thick cock. He moved to Juan's mouth, which obediently opened, taking the guard's entire length into the warmth of his mouth. The guard groaned, gripping Juan's head and beginning to fuck his face in time with the thrusts Juan was receiving from behind. Juan was being used, filled, and abused by the two guards who took what they wanted.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the dungeon, along with the grunts and moans of the guards and Juan's desperate screams. The guards worked him tirelessly, and Juan's body shook with each thrust of those two true fuck machines, feeling their fluids gradually fill his holes. The guards paid no heed to Juan's strain and continued using his body for their pleasure.

When the first two guards finished, coming inside Juan and marking him as a piece of meat they could use without consideration, the others took turns. They used every hole, took his face, bent him over, and opened his legs to access his hole. Juan was completely exposed, passed from guard to guard, his pleas and screams echoing off the stone walls.

Matthew watched, his own cock hard and dripping despite the situation. He saw the mix of pain and pleasure on Juan's face and heard the harsh words of the guards as they degraded him. It was an intoxicating mix, and he felt his own submissive nature stirring, craving the touch of a dominant hand, even as he feared the punishment that would be imposed on him.

Nico also watched, breathing heavily as he witnessed the scene. His penis was erect, a testament to his own desires, even as his eyes turned to Matthew, a silent communication between them.

The day progressed and the sun slid across the sky, shining through the small barred windows. Juan's body was slippery with sweat and semen, and his holes were red and open from the relentless pounding. The guards showed no signs of stopping, their rhythm relentless as they continued to teach Juan a lesson.

Finally, as the sun began to set, the Great Master stepped forward, indicating to the guards to stop. Juan's body slumped forward as he was untied from the rack, his arms and legs unable to support him. He fell to his knees, eyes closed and breathing labored.

"Take him away and clean him up," ordered the Great Master. "Tomorrow we will deal with Nico and Matthew. Perhaps then they will understand the consequences of their actions."

They took Juan away, bruised and used, but with his spirit intact. Matthew and Nico exchanged a worried look, knowing that their own punishment awaited them. The guards approached and escorted them through the mansion's enormous hallways. An uncertain fate loomed over them as the dark desires of the mansion continued to unfold around them. But for now, they endured, their bodies and minds pushed to the limit, awaiting the arrival of dawn and the unknown pleasures and pains it would bring.