I stumble through the field, my freshly caned feet stinging as it touches the dirt, the fresh injures still burning and throbbing as my master leads me by my leash, my hands cuffed behind my whipped back. 

"You need to learn your place slave. I am a generous master, you only need to behave to receive my kindness. Your suffering is solely caused by your decisions." I stumble slightly as we come to a stop in the middle of the field, I breath heavily in fear as I look around the wide open space, nothing for miles, my legs tired from the long walk, only seeing trees in the far distance like dots of green against the clear blue sky, the burning hot sun making my naked body sweat. What does my master have planned for me? What new punishment has he designed to break me? Unlike all the others I haven't broken and submitted to him, the friends I was travelling with all broke after the first week, going from loyal friends who looked out for each other, who went exploring and camping together, into loyal slaves, ones who assist their master in torturing their stubborn friend, help him break me and turn me into them, my old friends now look at me with confusion, pity and disgust, not understanding why I don't just serve our master, the man who found us camping on his property and captured us, punished us for unknowingly trespassing on his land. 

"I give you food and shelter, I offer you meaning and purpose, you refuse my love and kindness, while your friends have all happily taken my offer and unlike you don't go hungry, don't feel the pain of the whip, are clean and clothed, they are content to serve me and earn rewards. But you want to reject all those things, you seem determined to suffer. So from now on you will not have my company, you will not have any food, you will not have any shelter, you will remain here until you either break and learn the error of your ways or feed the crows." What? He is going to leave me out here? Maybe I can finally escape and get help? I weakly resist as he drags me to a metal pole in the grass, my legs quickly locked in heavy shackles, my starved body to frail to fight back, the shackles held firmly to a bar, keeping my legs spread wide, exposing my caged cock and balls. I moan as I feel a large metal plug push against my ass, uncaringly forcing it to stretch open, painfully filling my ass, the pole it is attached to locking in place, leaving me unable to raise myself off of it, holding me humiliatingly in place.

"There we go, now you won't be going anywhere." I look around frantically, trapped standing in the middle of the field like some perverted scarecrow. My stubborn silence breaking as I look at him fearfully.

"Please, just let me go." My master looks annoyed and pulls out a large ring gag.

"To late for begging slave." I try to plead with him once more but my words are muffled as he shoves the gag into my mouth, stretching my jaw wide open, drool immediately pouring from my mouth as I try to speak. I struggle and watch him walk away.

"Goodbye slave." I call out to him, fear and uselessness filling me as I stand alone in the field, my master fading into the distance, left in the baking sun, my body slowly burning. 

I groan, the hot noon sun beating down on my sweating body, my eyes stinging with sweat as my body desperately tries to keep cool, my skin burning in the heat. My kegs try to move, wanting to rest, my muscles starting to complain, every movement pushing the huge plug slightly deeper inside me, causing my cock to twitch uncomfortably in its cage. I continue to struggle, I need to get free, I'm finally alone, I can get help, I can be rescued, if only I could get these cuffs off or get the plug out of my ass. 

I breath hard, the sun cooking my freshly whipped back, making the throbbing pain worse as it bakes the cuts. My muscles ache as I groan in discomfort, my skin sore and red, my whole body itchy from the sum burn, my lips and mouth dry, a desperate need for water, I'd do anything for a drink, even suck my master's cock. Part of me misses my cage, my prison in the dark and cold basement where I'm kept, the others sleep down there but they all stay together in a much larger cage, one that you can stand up in, one with mattresses and thin blankets to keep warm. No this is what he wants me to think, I won't give in, I won't become his willing slave like the rest. 

I groan as I feel my full bladder, how can it be so full when I'm so thirsty? I look around with desperation as it becomes overwhelmingly painful to hold it in. I let out a humiliating and disgusted groan as I feel warm drops of my piss splash against my legs, as I'm forced to piss out in the open field like an animal, the puddle of my muddy waste stinging my recently caned feet, adding even more pain and discomfort to my predicament. 

I shiver in the dark, the wind blowing over my shivering body, part of me missing the heat of the sun. My legs scream in agony as I'm forced to remain upright, the plug impaling my ass not letting me rest, my eyes struggling to stay open in the pitch black of the night, the clear sky filled with specks of light, if I weren't in so much pain and discomfort I'm sure I'd be enjoying the view. 

I moan as my body goes limp for a second of sleep, quickly awoken by the plug forcing itself deeper into me, reminding me of my bondage. 

As I force myself to stay awake and shiver I can't help but think of being with the others, how nice it would be to be with them, huddled together, warm, inside the shelter of the cage, allowed to rest, to lay down. No I can't think that way. I try to think of home, I left it over a month ago for our summer trip outdoors, that all seems so long ago, almost like another life. Every time I try to think of home I keep getting flashes of the cage, I picture my home and I see my flat, my bedroom, then I see the cage where my friends sleep, as if two different lives are fighting in my mind, both appealing to me, both better than my current situation. 

I blink my dry eyes as the sun rises. Blinding me and warming up my cold body, reminding me of my thirst as it cooks my still sore skin from the day before. I exhaustedly pull on my restraints, unable to get away, almost accepting my fate as my body grows weaker, my head starting to pound from exhaustion and dehydration as I begin my second day trapped in the field.

I let out a squeal as cold rain begins to fall onto me, I bend my head back and try to catch the rain as  the storm begins to thunder around me, the wind blowing it away and over my exposed body, quickly soaking it in the torrent of water. I struggle as I am pelted with rain. Each drop slamming into my burnt skin. 

I shiver as the rain continues to soak my body, the unending freezing water constantly hitting me, the heavy wind blowing it into me and making me shiver, my feet buried in mud, my stable body swaying in the breeze, attacked on all sides. 

I stand shivering as the sun finally breaks through the clouds, slowly drying my waterlogged body, my hair dripping for hours as I slowly warm back up. Soon I begin to miss the rain as the sun starts to beat down on me once more, drying out my sun burnt skin. 

I groan, feeling bugs crawling all over my warm body, drawn to me in the cold night, several bug bites already itching like crazy, my bound form unable to do anything to deal with the maddening itching. 

My tired head drops down, I can't take this any more. I miss my cage, I miss my master, I miss doing anything, even if it's housework and chores, the plug in my ass is driving me crazy, my cock hasn't stopped straining for the past day, part of me even wants my master to fuck me. My mind fills with defeat, if I could I would cry as I give in, if given the chance I will serve my master, I won't fight him any more, I want to return home, I want to return to my cage with the others, to be indoors. To have shelter and food and water and company, to have a purpose and to be valued. 

I barely register the sun rise, my body weak and barely conscious any more, my fight gone, my energy drained, my hope lost, I feel my body giving up as the crows circle above me. I hear something slowly moving in the distance, my heart barely beats faster as it tries to find some energy to react to the potential threat or rescue but it fails to find any after days of no food and water and no sleep, part of me just thinks it is my mind playing tricks, no one is out here, no one is coming for me, not even my master wants me. 

"How are you doing slave? Has your attitude changed?" I weakly look up and let out a pleading and sorry moan from my dry throat. I feel the gag loosen and I struggle to flex my stiff jaw, the muscles barely moving.

"P... please... m... master... I... I'm... sor... sorry... master..." I can barely whisper the words out and I feel his hand gently stroke my burnt face. 

"It's alright slave, you are forgiven." I feel a strange sense of joy, relief and comfort, as if a great guilt has lifted. I feel my leg cuffs open and then the plug pull out of my now well stretched ass. I immediately drop, my body giving out completely without the support of my bondage, caught in my master's arms, not even caring that my burnt skin hurts with every touch, I'm just happy to be in his arms and presence once again, ready to go home with him and to serve him. I close my eyes as cool and refreshing water pours into my mouth, I gratefully gulp it down my dry throat, helping me regain some strength as my master looks after me. I feel the arms of two other slaves wrap around me and begin dragging my lump body back to our home. A feeling of excitement filling me, like a child returning home after a year away at boarding school, I'm going home. 

Epilogue:

I eagerly suck on my master's cock, the rest of the slaves looking on jealously as I taste his gift of warm cum, my own cock straining hard in its cage. Its been a year since my lesson and since then my life has been so much better. Master has looked after me and rewarded me for my good behaviour, I'm so grateful for his mercy and patience with me, I don't deserve it and spend my days repaying him for it, always doing my best with my chores, making sure to do everything to the highest standard, I've been so good and obedient that I've even become his favourite, I think he likes seeing his once defiant slave willingly submit and degrade themselves for him but I don't care, I just want to serve him and make him pleased, to be his valued slave, to feel joy in my work, I love my master and that's all that matters. 

Thanking my master I walk into the large cage holding the rest of the slaves and hear the door close and lock with a comforting clang, keeping us safe and secure. I curl up on one of the mattresses, tired from a long day of work, a content smile on my face as I lay with my fellow slaves, all of which were happy that I finally joined them and understood the truth of our master's love.