THE TRAINING OF JOHNNY

BY DVNT

[ part 2 ]

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.

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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.