Master Henry nodded in satisfaction. His new acquisition was broken. But he still had to account for the three words he had spoken without his permission.

"That's right," Master Henry said firmly with a nod. "You are mine. Think about this: If you had only admitted that sooner, then this..." He reached with one of his hands and ran it along some of the welts in his chest - "could have all been avoided."

He stepped back.

"I gave you permission to say ten words. You spoke thirteen. You will receive thirty more lashes. Then you will be taken to my infirmary, where your wounds will be treated, and then you will be given food and drink."

He decided to lash his new slave right between his legs, in order to gauge his pain threshold.

When at last he was done with the whipping, he set the whip aside and pressed a button on the wall.

"One for the infirmary."

In about five minutes, a buzzing came at the door. Master Henry answered it and two other slaves, both in their mid- to late twenties, both naked, with nipple rings and cock rings, and a gold chain between them, came in. One was dark-haired with a goatee, while the other was fair-skinned and blonde. Both had scars from various whippings. They took the shackles and ankle restraints off of Mike, then secured his hands with rope, leading him out the door.

The corridor was dark, with the occasional light from a dim overhead lamp. They went down one hall, turned a corner, down another hall, down some stairs, down another hall, turn another corner, and finally went to a room. One of the slaves pushed a button on the outside of the door.

In a few minutes, the door opened, and a man in scrubs looked at them.

He was in his mid-thirties at the youngest. He had dark brown hair, clean-shaven face, and light tan skin. He was actually clothed. Whether he had scars or not, Mike couldn't tell.

The room had the distinct air of a sterile hospital room. As the man let the three slaves in, Mike could see that there were at least a dozen hospital beds. None of them were occupied at the moment. In one area of the room there were drawers and cabinets and a few soap and paper towel dispensers, along with a sink.

One of the slaves handcuffed Mike to one of the beds, then stood, waiting for any instructions to be given.

The "doctor" forced Mike to lie down on his stomach. This wasn't hard; Mike was too weak to put up a fight. He went to the side of the room where all the cabinets and drawers were and retrieved some things with which he would clean and bandage Mike with.

The doctor made sure to use the most painful, but effective, means of healing possible. Slowly, he cleaned every one of Mike's wounds, front and back, and finally bandaged him up. He let Mike rest on his side, and left him for a moment to retrieve some food and water for him. One of his hands was free, while the other was handcuffed police-style to the railing of the hospital bed. He should have no trouble eating this way.

The two slaves assisted when they could, but once the healing was finished, they were no longer needed, so they left.

Mike was able to rest in the infirmary until his wounds were healed. He was fed well and given plenty to drink. Overall, he was treated fine.

Master Henry visited the infirmary about a week later. This time he was not wearing his mask. He had 200 pounds at least over Mike, his body extremely toned and muscular. His brown eyes were cold as he stared at the young slave on the bed. And yet, there was a hint of thoughtfulness in them.

"I am your Master, Henry. You will address me as Master, Master Henry, Lord, or Sir. Am I clear? You are my property. You are my slave. You will do what I say, when I say, and without complaint. Any complaint or mistake you make will be punishable by methods of my own choosing. They won't always be whippings, you understand. I have other methods which are even worse. Depending on the severity of your crime, you may endure any of them. I will offer you a choice..." He held out a gun. "Take your own life now, or agree to my terms. Your duties will range from ordinary household chores and maintenance of the grounds to sexual duties. You will, for instance, allow me to fuck you, and suck my cock, anytime that I wish. You will be forbidden to masturbate, which is why I will have you fitted with a chastity device. " He looked at him. "What is your choice? Life as my slave, or death at your own hand?"