Testosterone-X Ch. 10

Today was the day that Wren learned what true pain was. That was what Jack said as they stalked forward with a long rod. The end swung dangerously close to his body as the trainer stared down at him.

"This is not about punishment. This is about pain. So many of our clients want something to abuse, a living thing to take their anger out on. This lesson is to ensure you don't crumple like paper under them. No one wants a toy that breaks after one use," they said. A smile creased the edges of their eyes under the mask.

Wren squirmed in his restraints, eyes wide and pleading with the trainer above him to be gentle. He was held in an X-cross by thick leather cuffs. His chest strained and his hands flexed in the cuffs.

There was no more pre-amble before the rod cracked against his skin. This hit was harder than any others Jack had laid on him before. Wren cried out in shock and jumped against the restraints. He sucked in a breath and the world shifted, pain radiating up his right side. His tail was tucked between his legs.

They struck again.

And again.

And again.

The same spot over and over, the rod snapping along the tender flesh of his side until it was red-turning-purple. The pain overwhelmed.

Jack didn't stop until he could barely breathe. The rod lowered again and Wren sobbed with relief. His muscles shook with the effort of standing in the X-cross. He debated letting his body hang loose, bruised wrists be damned. He knew it wouldn't help the pain, though. He craned his neck up to look at Jack. His vision was blurry with tears.

Jack tilted their head. Another blow made him fall limp against the leather, chest heaving.

"This is only the beginning pup. Don't cry." The rod prodded under his chin as a tear rolled down his cheek. He sniffled. Their voice hardened, "You need to be stronger than this."

They dropped the rod back down to his side and drew back. Wren flinched but it did nothing to prevent the renewed burn in his side. Jack's hits were more varied this time. One strike after another up the length of Wren's torso. The thin lines left behind quickly turned red. Wren hiccuped and choked back a sob as the hits left him shaking. It hurt to even breathe and he worried Jack might break a rib with the force behind their hits.

"Straighten!" The order came with a swat to Wren's inner thigh.

With trembling limbs, Wren forced his feet against the lower platform of the cross and straightened his back. He felt the leather shift around his aching wrists. He groaned with the pain. His thighs shook, just as bruised as his side.

Wren forced himself to stand up even when the next rain of blows came down on him.

When Jack stopped finally, his head hanging as he sucked in ragged breaths, trying to keep himself upright. He was pressing against the cuffs so hard it felt like the circulation would cut off. He didn't care though. The leather was the only thing keeping him up anymore. His collar hung heavy from his neck, a reminder of his place, that he deserved this. He was there to take all the pain and give all the pleasure to his master.

He blinked away the hot tears that dripped from his face. Jack clicked their tongue and took his collar in their free hand. The rod fell to let its tip drag against the ground. Jack's thumb stroked the underside of his chin.

"You learn so quickly but those tears... Well, we can find someone who will pay extra for those." A beeping interrupted whatever they were going to say next. "I am going to feed you and take you to the bathroom, and then we'll continue. Behave and I may reward you." They turned away and left him hanging in his cuffs. He let out a weak groan as he let himself relax.

The rod was placed on its rack and his breakfast was placed on its tray on the floor.

Wren got onto all fours when he was released from the X-cross. His breakfast had arrived an hour earlier and now the pre-packaged protein and bread was lukewarm. He scarfed it down regardless. His breakfast had gotten increasingly more bland and he found he did not care.

He didn't really enjoy eating anymore. It was just a beat in the rhythm, a step in the day that broke up his training. When he finished, he heeled immediately at the right side of Jack, his ears brushing the tips of their fingers. They no longer used a leash for these trips out of the room.

Wren followed closely behind Jack on his hands and knees. They didn't even turn around to look at him. He stifled a hiss of pain with every step. Each reach of his arm stretched his aching side. Just once he paused to crane his head beneath his body and saw the purpling of his skin. He whimpered but quickened his pace to keep up.

Jack opened the door and nudged his backside with their foot, muttering, "Go on pup." Wren was allowed to walk into the bathroom freely. He caught a glimpse of the showers as he passed to reach the toilets.

He could see Grover! His tail started to wag furiously but he was stopped by a firm glare from Grover's trainer. The pup was sagging against a shower pole, his back lined with heavy bruises. He resisted the urge to run to his old roommate and continued on to the toilet.

Wren did his business as usual. He sighed as he relieved himself against the lowered basin. It had seemed so odd at first when he walked on two legs, but now it felt natural to squat over it.

He walked back out to see Jack conversing with the other trainer. Grover looked dead on his feet, hanging at the side of his trainer. Wren frowned with sympathy. He didn't envy the broad blue-purple marks left on the other pup's back. He returned to his own trainer.

"The deadline's coming up. If he's being that difficult, I'd ask for an extension," Jack said coolly. There was an undertone of judgment, a hint of pride in their voice as their fingers tangled in Wren's hair. He nuzzled their clothed thigh. "I know it can be hard sometimes to make them listen."

"I'm hoping I won't have to. If only we were all as lucky as you, Jack," the other trainer said snidely.

"Or as skilled," Jack replied. "Let's go, pup. Time to resume your pain training."

Wren followed them back to the room. The dark matte material of the floor felt comforting now on his palms compared to cold linoleum.

Jack silently buckled him into the X-cross again. Whatever deadline they had been speaking of, they didn't seem interested in sharing with Wren. He tried to stand up straight in the rack and ignore the pain burning in his right side.

Weeks of bruises, being dragged by collar, cuff, and hair around the room until he obeyed every order perfectly. An orgasm when he behaved particularly well, a hard and painful fucking when he didn't. His holes were still sore from the last time he had ignored instructions. Jack seemed to be building up to something now.

He was broken down and slowly rebuilt with the building blocks of Jack's training regime; routine, obedience, and pain. They were relentless but he could see now other trainers were even less kind. He thought back to Grover's exhaustion. He was grateful for the kindness Jack showed him, even when the rod came down on his body again. Jack aimed for his thighs this time. Line after line, smack after smack, in rungs down his legs that turned red with blood.

He struggled more this time to keep upright in the X, keep his legs from collapsing under him and hanging pitifully from his wrists. Jack would only hit him harder if he let himself fall. He kept his mouth clamped firmly shut even when the rod moved to the inside of his thigh.

"Keep it up, pup. You might earn that reward soon," Jack said, punctuating their words with an agonizing strike between his legs. It just missed his dick but the rounded end of the rod connected with the lips of his pussy. He muffled a shriek of pain. He would be rewarded, and even through the stinging that seemed to overwhelm his whole body, he managed to wag his tail. If he got a reward that meant he was good.

Jack let the rod tap the underside of his cock. It was much gentler but sent a thrill of fear through him nonetheless. Wren's belly clenched with fear that he might be hit there too.

"You're being very obedient, puppy. You must really want that reward.." Wren nodded eagerly. He was smacked in the thigh once more. "I didn't say you could move. You don't even know what you'll be getting. Are you so sure you want your reward? Answer."

"Y-yes," he gasped as he was struck again. Wren wanted a reward more than anything. He wanted to be a good boy, a good puppy. His tail wagged again.

Jack didn't speak again for a long moment, scrutinizing him with narrowed eyes.

"Good."

That was all they said before the rod was raised once more. Jack lashed him over and over. His legs, belly, even his arms. Wherever that rod might reach, Jack did not spare its use.

Wren tightened the muscles in his thighs and locked his knees in the hopes he could stay upright long enough for Jack to be satisfied.

Finally, Jack found mercy and let up their assault on his bare skin. They sighed and tilted their head.

Wren was crying openly now, but he choked down every sob that threatened to fall from his lips. He had kept himself upright. He had followed his orders and taken every hit without complaint. Even as the tears fell he smiled at his trainer.

"Mmm.... Good boy," Jack's voice dropped low. "You're worth more than you even know."

That confused Wren but he didn't care. Jack was unlocking the cuffs now and holding him up by the collar. The nylon scratched the back of his neck but he kept his head craned up, looking at Jack. They were expressionless under the mask now.

"Present, pup." Wren was released and he bent down to push his ass in the air. His everything hurt but it didn't matter. All that mattered was his reward. He wondered what it might be. The vibrator maybe? Even if he didn't cum it would feel so good inside his cunt, and the very thought made his body respond. Blood pumping south, slick gathering at his sore lips.

Something thick pressed against his hole, his wet entrance throbbing in eager response. He shook his ass to entice it further. Jack's cock? He was practically dripping with excitement.

Wren had to hold back a squeal as the object pushing into his pussy widened very suddenly, far too much to be a cock. Jack's fingers hooked around his collar as their other hand pushed something fat and hard into his hole. He felt a little ashamed at how easily it spread his cunt open. Then his entrance tightened once more as the base shrunk. His walls rippled around the huge intrusion. He almost wanted to protest but the overwhelming pleasure and deep pain silenced any words that might come out.

"Stay still. I'll return in an hour or so." That was all Jack said before leaving Wren there on the floor.

He groaned as soon as the door shut behind them. His hole burned, his sides and legs ached, and now he was stuck kneeling said aching legs. He had to obey though. Cameras were watching him in here, he knew it. Jack would check on him.

So Wren kept his ass in the air and did all he could to not wiggle his hips and move the object inside of him. Whatever it was, it pressed against every tender spot inside of him, where Jack had stretched his hole open mere days before. He flexed the muscles of his ass and sighed when he felt the object shift. Oh, that felt good, even with the accompanying ache. He did it again.

He deserved to have a little fun with his reward, didn't he?

He kept flexing, tilting his hips the barest amounts until he felt the slick dripping down his thigh. He almost regretted that Jack wasn't here to see and reprimand him. He knew he was being naughty but it hardly mattered to his pain-addled brain. He just wanted it to feel good.

Wren almost brought himself to completion by that alone. Something kept him painfully on edge, though. Whether it was his dick's begging to be touched or the need for something to actually thrust into him, he couldn't tell. He only knew he felt relief when Jack entered the room. It felt like ages had passed since they had left him there.

"Aren't you cute," they said as they walked in with a clipboard in hand, almost absently. "That won't get you anywhere, pup. Come ride my thigh."

Jack leaned against the counter and patted their thigh. "No cumming, though. You haven't earned that."

Wren was disappointed but still, he listened to his trainer. He crawled across the room. Each step made his breath hitch. He was hardly able to stand high enough to mount the thigh offered to him.

He clung to Jack and rubbed his overstimulated sex against the smooth black fabric. He almost missed the days of fucking his pillow in a sex-addled fever. This was the next best thing. With every roll of his hips, the thing inside him shifted and pressed into new places. It made Wren shake. He looked up at the impassive mask hoping he might get permission to cum today.

How long had it been since Jack last let him? A few days maybe... Since before the last punishment, he was sure. He couldn't remember at this point but he knew it had been too long. He needed to cum again.

"Don't give me that look," Jack said without looking up from their clipboard, "this is all you get. If you don't want it then go sit on the floor." Wren shook his head and looked away. He wanted whatever Jack might give him. He forced himself to be satisfied with this outcome. It was better than more punishments.

He humped his trainer's thigh until he had exhausted himself. His pussy was sore, his body was sore. He wanted Jack to just take the thing in his cunt out and have their way with him. When he couldn't stand the sensation any longer he retreated to the floor to try to ease his pain.

The ache lasted all day. The fresh red bruises soon turned dark and he knew he'd be tender for at least a week while they healed. Soon they might turn blue, maybe green and yellow as they started to fade. Jack's training wouldn't stop for that though. They would just layer more over the old bruises until Wren was ready to be sold.