Ira woke, as He woke every morning, with brian in His arms. He shook His drone awake. “Rise and shine, brian! You’ve got a busy day ahead of you.”

brian opened its eyes, tumbled out of bed, and kowtowed before Ira. “i’m ready to serve, Ira,” it said.

Ira smiled. “Go wake up Chloe if it isn’t already and make breakfast. Chloe should have some too.” brian wouldn’t be having breakfast; it would drink some Gatorade for fluids and energy. it had broken a rule and fasting was part of the punishment.

brian crawled out of Ira’s room as Ira dressed Himself, thinking of what He had planned for brian. Punishments had become roughly standardized, but He was free to mix things up as He saw fit. Once dressed, He walked to the living room and listened to Chloe and brian make breakfast.

This time it was Chloe who served Him, bringing out hash browns, fake sausage, and fresh-cut pineapple. She put it in front of Him. “Breakfast is ready, Ira,” it said, then knelt, brought its forehead to the ground, and returned to a kneeling position.

“Thank you, Chloe,” He said. “You eat out here today; you may use your hands. Have brian come out, too.”

Chloe stood, bowed, and left the room. It came back carrying its meal, leftovers from the drones’ meal last night, with brian crawling behind it. Chloe knelt at Ira’s chair and began to eat.

“This is delicious,” Ira told His drones. “Excellent work.” He locked eyes with brian. “Don’t expect things to go easier because of it.”

brian was kneeling. it quickly kowtowed to Ira and said, “No, Ira, i don’t.”

“Good drone.”

The drone called Chloe ate its meal while the other drone watched. It had already chugged its bottle of Gatorade; it would not be eating. The drone did not know why this was part of the punishment; the other drone had always been reticent on the subject: neither of them were supposed to want things, but neither of them wanted to think about noncompliance. The drones wanted to be in compliance.

The drone finished its meal. Was it supposed to remain here until its Controller was done eating, or was it supposed to take its bowl to the kitchen and clean it? The drone wasn’t supposed to forget things, but if the other drone had ever told it the rules for eating in its Boyfriend’s presence, the drone had forgotten. The drone calculated a 61.16% chance that it was supposed to wait until its Controller had finished His meal and did so.

The drone’s Controller finished His meal soon afterward and had Chloe take His plate and its bowl to the kitchen for cleaning. The other drone would remain in the living room, kneeling. its feet would probably fall asleep, but the drone did not think this would concern their Controller. The drone cleaned the dishes and kitchen and returned to the room. Its Controller had closed the curtains and brought out several devices.

The drone did not recognize most of the devices. Some were obvious: the whips, paddles, canes, knife and spiked wheel had a clear purpose. Others were less obvious but still predictable: the giant wooden X, candles, rope, handcuffs, cloths, and a tall pole that almost touched the ceiling. The drone was not supposed to be baffled, but some were baffling: the bag of rice, machine, wires, and earmuffs. There was also a first aid kit, which the drone approved of; if their Controller damaged His drone He would be able to repair it.

brian was not supposed to be worried, but it was worried. it had no objection to suffering pain for its Boyfriend’s pleasure and happiness (brian wanted its Boyfriend to be happy), but its Boyfriend always made His punishments distinctly unpleasant.

They began with ritual. brian’s Boyfriend was enthroned in His armchair and brian stood on the other side of the room, its collar in its right hand and a riding crop in its left. it crossed the room slowly, then knelt and kowtowed before its Boyfriend. “This drone has been disobedient,” it said, the words loud even though it spoke them to the ground. “it requires punishment.”

“Present the offerings,” its Boyfriend said.

The drone returned to an upright position and held the collar above its head in both hands.

“you are Mine, Mine to use as I please and to punish when you displease me. you have displeased Me and I will take pleasure in your suffering,” its Boyfriend said as He fastened the collar around brian’s neck.

brian picked up the riding crop and held it above its head in both hands.

its Boyfriend stood and plucked the crop from its hands. “Do you have any requests before we begin?” He asked.

The words were scripted and brian knew its response, “Punish me until i scream for mercy, then punish me more. my suffering will atone for my disobedience.”

Ira smiled as He walked around brian, lightly tapping His leg with the riding crop. They always began simply. When Ira completed His third circuit around brian, brian raised its torso to a standing position, its knees still on the floor. He began lightly, the crop simply brushing brian as He walked around it. With each circuit the hits were harder. After the tenth circuit He would periodically stop to focus His attention on a particular part of brian’s body. brian was a good drone and maintained its composure as Ira whacked its chest, stomach, arms, back, and butt. Eventually it would scream, but not yet.

Once brian’s body was sufficiently red, Ira pulled to its feet by its hair, spat in its mouth, and groped its body. brian had always been hot, as far as Ira was concerned, and He enjoyed the opportunity to look and fondle. The inspection was thorough. Ira ran His hands through brian’s hair, yanking and tugging as He did. Then His hands played with brian’s ears, first tracing them, then pinching and twisting them. brian’s ears were sensitive, and it squirmed as Ira tormented them.

Ira decided to blindfold brian before He continued. He wrapped the heavy fabric around brian’s head three times before tying it off. He continued His inspection. His hands ran over brian’s cheeks and nose, pinching the cheeks and holding brian’s nose closed to see how long it would take before its reflexes forced its mouth open. it lasted fifty-eight seconds, which was less than its personal best.

That called for punishment. Ira took out two clamps and fixed one to each corner of its mouth. brian winced in pain, but didn’t cry out. “Fifty-eight seconds,” Ira told it. “Unsatisfactory.” The drone did not respond. Unless specifically ordered to, it wasn’t allowed to speak during punishment. Ira put two fingers in brian’s mouth and explored it, the drone patiently waiting as His fingers went deeper. brian had learned to almost completely suppress its gag reflex, but sometimes it slipped up. Fortunately for brian, this wasn’t one of those times.

As Ira explored brian’s torso He added a row of clamps across its chest. He toyed with them idly, then moved down to brian’s stomach. He got out the riding crop again and beat brian’s stomach as the drone tried to keep its breathing slow and regular. Then He returned to the clamps on brian’s mouth and took them off. He rubbed the spots where the clamps had been and brian made a mewling sound in its throat. Then Ira yanked the clamps off of its chest and rubbed the sore line. brian whimpered and squirmed, but it didn’t scream. “Steady,” Ira told His drone. “you can do this. And you will if you know what’s good for you.”

When Ira got to brian’s crotch He tugged and twisted brian’s dick and balls. brian was already hard and Ira switched to stroking brian’s cock. Soon brian was panting heavily, its hips thrusting… and Ira stopped stroking. He gave brian a minute to cool down, then edged him again.

Finished with brian’s crotch, Ira turned to its ass. He put another line of clamps across it and briefly flicked them. Then he lubed a finger, lightly, and stuck it up brian’s ass. A second followed soon after, then a third, not giving brian enough time to adjust. brian let out a gasp and whimper, but it didn’t scream. Ira roughly fucked His drone with one hand while the other toyed with the line of clamps.

The drone called Chloe watched its Controller punish the other drone. Right now, He was fucking the other drone’s ass with His fingers while another yanked off a row of clamps and rubbed the angry red marks. The other drone remained in compliance when their Controller took a paddle to its butt and repeatedly spanked it. The drone did not know whether it could maintain an upright position under those circumstances. It calculated a 54.83% probability that it would bend over. This would make its ass more vulnerable, but the drone did not think that would be in compliance. The other drone’s ability to remain still while their Controller tormented it seemed to be part of the ritual.

The drone’s Controller had been grinning for most of the punishment. Clearly, punishing the other drone made Him happy. The drone wondered if He would also be happy punishing the drone. The drone did not know whether it would take punishment as compliantly as the other drone. Its Grandmother had not hurt it for Her punishments and the drone was no longer used to pain. The drone was not supposed to worry, but it worried that if its Controller punished it, it would not remain in compliance. The drone wanted to be in compliance.

Now the drone’s Controller was running the spiked wheel on the other drone’s inner thighs. it kept still, as it would have to, the drone realized, otherwise those spikes might pierce its skin. It would not be out of compliance for the other drone to bleed if their Controller wished it to bleed, but right now He was being careful not to draw blood; bleeding would not be in compliance.

brian grimmaced as the Wartenberg wheel ran along its calves. its Controller was taking His time with the initial inspection. That might mean less time spent with the worst parts of the punishment, but brian couldn’t take that for granted. Some times its Boyfriend decided on a set length of time for the punishment, but others He kept at it until He was tired or bored. He didn’t tire or bore easily.

Once the inspection was done, brian’s Boyfriend stood in front of it. brian sank to its knees and brought its forehead to the ground, waiting for the verdict.

“Satisfactory,” its Boyfriend said. “Inspection passed.”

brian had never failed an inspection and did not know what would happen if it did. Passing the inspection was compliance and brian wanted to be in compliance. it was not supposed to be glad, but it was glad that it had passed.

its Boyfriend raised brian to its feet and guided it, still blindfolded, to the St. Andrew’s cross. He quickly fastened the cuffs around brian’s wrists and ankles. brian did not know what would come next. Often its Boyfriend would flog or cane it, but sometimes He got creative. brian felt a dull blade against its back; its Boyfriend was going for the knife. He traced slow, deliberate lines up, down, and across brian’s back. This wasn’t particularly bad, it observed. It would have to tell its Boyfriend that the knife was not a good tool for punishment. Punishment should be far less pleasant than this. Unpleasant punishments were in compliance. brian wanted to be in compliance.

Next came the cane, beating against brian’s ass and thighs. Sometimes the hits came in quick succession, hitting the same spot each time as brian gasped and squirmed, but others it would hit just once and then give brian space to breathe. As time passed the moments of breath became shorter and rarer. Finally, brian couldn’t help itself, it let out a small scream of pain. Screaming during punishment was not in compliance; eventually, brian always screamed during punishment.

Ira grinned. “Gotcha,” He said. He’d make brian scream again, of course, but screaming during punishment was not allowed. He switched to the single-tail and began flogging brian in earnest. He couldn’t see brian’s face like this, but He could hear the occasional sob. He wanted to see that face, to see the tears stream down brian’s cheeks, so He uncuffed it, spun it around, and recuffed it.

Right, the blindfold. He took that off too and looked directly into brian’s eyes. Once, He had fallen so deeply into those brown wells that He had known He’d never get out. Years later, the eyes were someone else’s, but He was just as deep in them as ever. Ira kissed brian roughly on the mouth as He twisted and pinched its ears. brian whimpered into His mouth and Ira nearly came. So He pulled off, spat in brian’s face, and got out the Wartenberg wheel again.

When He’d used the wheel on brian’s thighs, He’d been careful not to draw blood. He planned to draw blood this time. The wheel left a series of punctures all across brian’s chest and stomach. brian was still crying, still whimpering. Next would come the alcohol rubs. For hygiene, yes, but also because they would sting like a bitch. brian bit its lip as Ira wiped its torso down, applying band-aids as needed.

By now Ira was rock-hard and needed some relief. He uncuffed brian and ordered it to kneel, unzipped His pants, and put His crotch in brian’s face. brian knew what to do, of course. it quickly sucked Ira off as He returned to His habitual target: brian’s ears. They were sensitive and easy to hurt, so He could fully focus on His pleasure while still maintaining the constancy of pain.

Once Ira came, He decided He needed a rest. However, that did not mean that brian needed a rest. He strapped brian to a bench and ordered it to raise its legs. brian knew what that meant and whimpered and shook its head, but didn’t break the rules and actually ask Ira to stop.

The setup was simple: a bench and two live wires, one above brian’s ankles and one below them. All brian had to do was hold its legs at a 30 degree angle. Over time, its abs would hurt so much it’d give in to temptation and try to lower or raise its legs. That’s when it would get the shock. brian whimpered and tears flowed from its eyes as it struggled to keep its legs in place. Finally, it couldn’t take it anymore and tried to raise them. It cried out when its legs touched the live wire and returned its legs to the correct position.

The drone called Chloe watched the other drone and their Controller. The other drone was doing well, it thought. Keeping its legs at the correct angle would not be easy and not only would the wires hurt if it tried to raise or lower them, but far worse, it would not be in compliance. The drone’s Controller sat in His chair and watched the other drone. writhe, whimper, and cry cry out as He stuck His hands down His pants and played with Himself. Over time, the other drone began to touch one wire or the other more and more often as its legs and abs tired. Finally, it screamed once it couldn’t take it any longer and no longer had the strength to keeps its legs from falling onto the lower wire. This risked permanently injuring the other drone, so when it didn’t raise its legs again, their Controller turned off the electricity.

The drone watched as its Controller helped the other drone out of its current position. He held a bottle of Gatorade to the other drone’s lips and it drank greedily. it was still crying. The drone’s Controller had the other drone flip onto its stomach and continued to torment it.

After the extreme punishment with the wires, their Controller was being more gentle with His current punishment. The spiked wheel ran up and down the other drone’s back, but never drew blood. The series of spanks to its butt clearly hurt, but the drone knew its Controller could hit much harder if He wished to. He talked as He hurt the other drone, “you’re doing a really good job, brian, good drone. you can do this, you can get through this. Just one more part to go.”

The other drone whimpered and violently shook its head. “No, please,” it said, then promptly shut its mouth.

The drone’s Controller grinned. “you’re in luck, brian, it’s actually two parts to go now and the next isn’t the bad one.” He paused and considered. “Well, relatively speaking.”

Ira looked down at His drone, strapped to the bench, and at His cock, strapped to His body. A twinge of dysphoria passed through Him at the reminder that His biological dick wasn’t able to fuck brian the way He wanted to, but the pain was passing.

The cock was lubed, but brian still gasped as Ira roughly pushed it inside the drone, not giving it any time to adjust before He pulled almost completely out, then slammed back in. Then He began to fuck His drone in earnest. Fucking technically wasn’t punishment, but the strap-on He used was larger than the normal one and He fucked roughly: it would still hurt. He spanked brian’s ass as He fucked it, reveling in His domination and power. “Mine, you are Mine!” He said. “Tell Me you’re Mine!”

Given permission to speak, brian did so, “Ira, You are my Master, Owner, Boyfriend and Controller. Every inch of my body is yours to use and fuck and hurt as You desire. I belong utterly to You.” Or at least tried to say it. Those were the scripted words in the event that Ira asked this question during punishment. But it came out as a series of gasps and whimpers, barely distinguishable as words at all. That didn’t matter, that wasn’t the point. The point was that brian belonged to Him and knew it, knew that it was Ira’s property. Beloved property, yes, but still entirely entirely His.

He pulled out of brian and gave it a minute to breathe. Then He unstrapped His drone and led it to the final part of the punishment.

brian winced as it knelt down on a thin layer of rice. it wasn’t supposed to dislike anything its Boyfriend did to it, but it hated this last part. Normally, hating something its Boyfriend did to it would not be in compliance, but its Boyfriend did this part because brian hated it, so hating it was in compliance. brian wanted to be in compliance.

its back was against the pole and it put its arms around it. its Boyfriend cuffed them. brian allowed itself a single moment of self-pity, then tilted its head back and up and opened its mouth.

its Boyfriend had initially assembled the fuck machine to fuck brian’s ass. He liked to watch brian get fucked, but was entirely unwilling to let anyone else fuck His drone. Then one time He’d had the idea of using it to fuck brian’s throat. brian had learned to suppress its gag reflex, but the pistoning, untiring dildo was agony, far worse than when its Boyfriend fucked its face with His strap. The first time, brian had nearly thrown up, but throwing up would not have been in compliance and brian wanted to be in compliance.

Kneeling on the rice, brian helplessly let the machine fuck its throat. This could last anywhere from half a minute to half an hour, depending on its Boyfriend’s whim. He might have decided on a set length of time, but He might also just wait until He was bored or thought brian had suffered enough. its Boyfriend took the view that brian could suffer a lot before hitting “enough.”

The drone called Chloe watched the machine fuck the other drone’s throat. The other drone had clearly learned to suppress its gag reflex, so the drone was not entirely sure why it disliked this part of the punishment so much. it had clearly been dreading this, but the drone calculated a 72.54% probability that if it could suppress its gag reflex, it would merely find the throat-fucking machine uncomfortable.

The drone had not learned to suppress its gag reflex. It made a note that this was a skill that would make its Controller happy. The drone wanted its Controller to be happy. The rice would also be painful, the drone thought. And the other drone would have difficulty in repositioning itself to ease the discomfort. This scenario required perfect compliance and the drone envied the other drone the opportunity to display its obedience, compliance, and self-control to its Boyfriend.

The drone’s Controller had taken off His pants and was masturbating furiously, moaning in pleasure as He brought Himself to orgasm. His eyes stayed locked on the other drone: its suffering was why He was getting off, its suffering was making Him happy. The drone wanted its Controller to be happy.

The drone’s Controller sighed contendedly and watched the other drone kneel and be facefucked, idly rubbing Himself. Then He turned off the machine and uncuffed the other drone. “Good drone,” He said. “Very good drone, suffering so much for Me. I’m very proud of you, brian.” The drone was not supposed to wish, but it wished its Controller were proud of it as well. “Come on, let’s get you to the bath.”

The drone followed its Controller and the other drone to the bathroom. Its Controller helped the other drone crawl into the tub and began to fill it. “Such a good drone,” its Controller cooed. “A brave, strong drone. A drone that is always in compliance.”

The drone knew this wasn’t true. The fact that the other drone had been punished was proof that it was not always in compliance. The drone did not think that saying this would be in compliance, so it remained silent.

The drone’s Controller helped the other drone wash itself, still saying words of praise and respect. The other drone was still sniveling, but also began to relax in the hot water and its Boyfriend’s tender ministrations.

The drone coughed. That had not been in compliance, but it had been a biological reflex, not something the drone could control. The drone should be able to control that reflex. Controlling that reflex was in compliance. The drone wanted to be in compliance.

Its Controller turned towards it. “Sorry, Chloe,” it said. “I forgot all about you. Go make dinner for the three of us.”

Chloe sank to its knees, brought its forehead to the ground, then stood and walked to the kitchen.

Ira helped brian eat, His drone still weak from its ordeal. brian was ravenous after hours of fasting and torment. Ira was intensely proud of brian for being able to endure so much; it had fainted once during an early punishment session. But brian had become resilient and strong, able to endure anything Ira might choose to inflict on it. it was the best drone and He was immensely grateful that it was His.

Once they had finished eating, Ira took a shower with brian as His bath attendant. Normally He would feel up and grope brian during His showers, maybe get a quick rimming or blowjob, but brian was too tired for that. He had considered having Chloe act as His bath attendant, but brian had been so eager to help Him bathe that He couldn’t refuse.

Once the shower was done, Ira returned to His chair in the living room and pulled brian onto His lap. He kissed His brian slowly and sweetly. “Good drone,” He said. “Very good drone.”