Pain Training

You had been barhopping that night drunk, losing yourself from your friends. You were in a neighborhood you didn't recognize when a policeman in a leather uniform stopped you. He was huge, muscles bulging under his outfit. He easily wrapped handcuffs around you in your daze before leading you away. You didn't really pay attention to where you were going, led into some facility before being placed in a holding cell. He didn't remove your cuffs once you were inside, instead chaining you to the edge of the cage.

You had a chance to take in your surroundings once he left, drinking in the room. There were posters of men in leather and devices on the walls that you weren't sure what were for. You began to get a sinking feeling this was not a police station, especially when the man walked back in naked wearing only his leather cap.

He was carrying some strange device, entering your cell behind you. You couldn't see what it was, helpless still chained to the side of the cell. he worked under your shirt attaching two clips to your nips before pulling your pants down and doing the same to your cock. They seemed to be connected with wires. In a moment you felt something cold and hard pressing against your hole, easily slipping past your muscles and settling into your rear. You couldn't push it out.

You weren't sure what was going to happen, feeling his presence behind. In a moment you heard his voice, the same deep gruff tone he had before.

"What's your name?"

You answered a second before excruciating pain tore through your body. Your nips and cock were on fire for a moment before the sensation suddenly stopped, replaced with a cold numbness.

You muscles were shot from that moment and you had lost your balance, your body slung against the bars with your weight supported by the handcuffs. You felt your bladder release, a stream of piss spilling out in front of you onto the cement. You couldn't stop it, the last drops ending on the floor beneath you. You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes, suddenly terrified.

You felt a rough warm hand tenderly touch the side of your body, somehow grounding you and bringing you comfort.

"It's alright," His voice said patiently. "From now on, you're my boy. Your name is boy. Now, what's your name?"

You hesitated before answering, the word "boy" slipping into the open air.

"Good boy" He said, and a second later you felt a different shock. It wasn't the same as you had experienced before. It was small, like a prick from a needle that set your nerves tingling. It spread to your fingertips and sensitive areas, your body breaking out in a sweat. You closed your eyes, relaxing in the sensation before a moment later it was gone leaving a warm fuzziness behind.

He continued asking questions like this, painful shocks when you got it 'wrong', pleasurable ones when you said what he wanted to hear. You were forced to start calling him sir, made to agree with whatever degrading name he called you. Bitch. Faggot. Cumdump. You were losing track of time, answering the same questions over and over until you almost started believing them yourself.

He had turned up the current for correct answers, leaving you writhing the same way you did for your wrong answers. You weren't sure what was real anymore, your mind fried from the electricity that constantly raced through your body. You had moved to the floor unable to stand by yourself by this point, using the cage to support your weight.

Your dick was wet, dripping with precum elicited from your prostate. He'd occasionally run his hand along your skin, his touch heaven compared to the shocks that sent a tingling arousal across your surface. You wanted nothing more than to be held by him at this point, to feel him around you.

Finally he asked you something you didn't expect, his words a statement rather than a question. "You want to be shocked."

You didn't know how to answer, pausing for a moment. You usually were forced to agree with him so he probably expected a yes, but at the same time you wanted your torture to end. If you answered no, would it stop? Or would you be terrorized with a much worse shock than the correct answer?

You gave into your hope and answered no.

Immediately you were in hell again, your veins on fire for a moment that seemed to last forever. When it was over the same cold empty feeling took hold of your body as your cock spat out another stream of precum.

"Don't lie to yourself" Your captor said, leaning in close behind you. "You want to be shocked."

You kept your mouth shut this time, choosing not to answer.

He leaned back and laughed, a laugh that seemed more amused than viscious. "You know it's the same shock at this point, right? Same amount, same places. Your mind just interprets it depending on how you think it should be."

Your eyes widened in disbelief, locked to the floor. You couldn't deny your dick was leaking from under you, a warm tingling spreading from your groin. There was no way the shocks were the same now, were they? That you only felt it as bad pain because that's what you thought was the wrong answer?

He finally walked around to your front, lowering a controller into your view. The dials were turned up to max, his thumb on a single red button.

He began going through the questions you'd heard so many times before. Your name is boy. You're owned. You're a slave. You're a bitch. You're a cumdump. Each time he pressed the singular red button after your answer, sending your mind into an electric bliss. Finally he got to the question you'd been dreading.

"You want to be shocked."

You couldn't deny it. You wanted him to press the button again. You wanted your mind to blink out for a moment, enjoy the pain, enjoy the numb after glow. You closed your eyes, opening your mouth.

"Yes sir," You responded.

Another wave of electricity hit, cementing everything you ever wanted into your mind. You were his boy. You were his slave. You were his. From that moment your mind and body were dedicated to him, serving and letting him do whatever he wanted to you.