Bully in Locktober 21

Enrique goes up to the dungeon completely dressed, carrying a tray with some cold beers served in a frosted glass. It's strange to see him dressed; I haven't seen him like that in many days.

"I brought you some drinks, Master Gerardo," he says, placing the tray on a small table by the door.

"Why are you dressed, you bastard?" I ask, hitting the palm of my hand with the rod in a threatening attitude.

"Sorry, Master," the slave responds, getting down on his knees. "Since there are some neighbors around, Master Ray ordered me not to come up naked unless he says so."

"Alright, now that you're inside, take off your clothes," I say. Seeing my uncle's enormous and muscular slave take off his clothes until he's naked is a great pleasure. Under his shirt, he's wearing a thick chain with a large padlock; Enrique wears it all day, every day, no matter where he goes. It's like his "wedding ring," a symbol of his ownership. Ray replaces it with a dog collar when he wants to.

"Stand up and put your hands on your head," I order him, and Enrique assumes the position with his legs open.

I approach him to play with his huge balls. Enrique is 10 years older than me and 15 centimeters taller. Having him at my mercy is like a dream. Playing with his balls, knowing he won't oppose or resist, is an exquisite mental game.

I squeeze and press his balls; they're huge, hairy. When I asked my uncle why he didn't shave him, my uncle told me he likes hairy animals... he definitely has good taste.

I press Enrique's balls with all my might. Enrique clenches his teeth, looking straight ahead, his gaze lost. I know he also enjoys submitting to someone much younger than him; I know he enjoys the humiliation of being under my orders.

"Do you know how to use the whip, slave?" I ask him without letting go of his balls.

"Yes, Master Gerardo," Enrique responds with his deep voice.

"Get ready; I want to give my slave a good dose of lashes."

Enrique walks to the wall where all the torture devices hang. I put the rod in its place and free Ulises from his handcuffs.

I pull him by the dog collar on his neck to take him under the chains hanging from the ceiling. I attach his wrists to the cuffs.

On the floor, there's a ring embedded. Enrique leaves the whip on the cage and takes a pair of ankle cuffs with rings. He attaches both cuffs to the ring with a carabiner.

Then, he presses a button, and the chains go up towards the ceiling, stretching Ulises' body, which has his legs together, attached to the floor ring. Then, calmly, Enrique walks to the cage and takes the whip.

Ulises' body is tense, stretched. I position myself in a corner behind him and look at him like that, with his arms extended upwards and his legs together, his buttocks raised. Enrique measures the distance between him and me and tells me, "Master, please get to Ulises' height so you...