THE TRAINING OF JOHNNY

BY DVNT

[ part 3 ]

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.