It’s been three weeks. Bunker has settled in. He’s done what his master has asked. Master Arries has only had a few reasons to punish him. Life is extremely predictable, but Bunker has gotten used to it, and he likes it. Today he locked Bunker in his kennel cage. Master Arries does that to put him in a “proper headspace.” Sometimes the man is horny, and he wants some ass now. Mostly, he locks Bunker away for a while. The boy doesn’t know if it will be for minutes or hours. Often when he unlocks his cage, Bunker can’t say for sure how long he’s been there. Master Arries comes down to the playroom, takes the key from his pocket, and shows it to Bunker before he unlocks the door. Bunker never knows what will happen next. His master might put him on his cross and spend the next hour beating him. A friend may step out of the shadows and he may say “Please him!” and walk away. This time he told him to get on the padded cube in the center of the room. That usually means his master just wants to fuck him. Every thrust from his dick is indescribable. The look in his eyes sends Bunker’s mind reeling. Master Arries hasn’t bred him yet. He says Bunker hasn’t earned his load. Bunker doesn’t know what he will have to do for that, and he never thought he would say it, but the day his master fucks his cum into his hole will be the happiest day of his life.
