Next Gen (Zero and Silver RP)

[Maero]

(Lol, who would you even use for that? Alex is all nice now, he could never compare)

"Good boy." She said cheerfully, stroking the side of his face, and then licking up his tears. "You taste so sweet slave. But we have a big week ahead of us..." She added as she took the leash and led Champ away. "A very big week."

(Time Skip)

For the nest few weeks, Jacob would be subject to the daily torments his Mistress forced upon him. He was never taken down from the wall, not for any reason, and was humiliated countless times. His day would often start with him waking up and feeding his Mistress as usual, always forced to give the food he desperately wanted away to her. He would then be fed one of two things, gruel or cum, often times both, just not at the same time, but during either breakfast or lunch, there was no dinner. Then his mistress would subject him to further training, mostly focused around either rewarding him with soft, teasing pleasures for obeying her and making her pleased, or causing him extreme pain and punishment for displeasing her.

She trained him so that he would fear even the slightest change in her tone. When his mistress's voice became flat, bored, annoyed, or god forbid, angry, she would strike him, or subject him to a new drug or humiliation, each time outdoing the last punishment and always reminding him, "This can always get worse." and she was always right. It became a dangerous game, always stay on the mistress's good side, notice how she moves, how she acts and try to preempt a response that would keep her happy.

But regardless of whether he was good or bad, he was always given his dose of three drugs. Two in the morning, and the last one at night. Every night she was subject him to the torture he suffered in his first, so that his every fantasy and desire would be to be pleased by her. She forced him to the point to where he would pray for her to come back and please him, to relieve him to the torture the drugs and fan inflicted upon him.

Time seemed to stop, Jacob had no way of counting the days that passed aside from that which he could keep in his head, and that was rapidly becoming the property of the Mistress. Finally, at long last the day came where things would be different for Jacob...

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That day started mostly the same, His mistress entered to find his exhausted form chained against the wall. She would force him to feed her, giving him the special fork with which to do so. But there was one thing missing that morning, his daily dose of Bactine. It was the first time since he had arrived that he did not have the drug, and although he did not feel any different at first, soon he began to feel the effects of Bactine withdrawal.

He lost control of his muscles as they started to painfully spasm. He would throw up uncontrollably, even when he had eaten nothing, and his eyes would grow so sensitive to light that just the dim light of his dungeon burned his eyes. And all just kept getting worse and worse. Meanwhile, his mistress sat opposite him as she often did, twirling a syringe full of Bactine in her hand. "Missing something slave?" She would asked in her smug voice.

(Respond to all three parts please, it will draw a better picture)