The Test

S.M. Wolf

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Trent and this story are copyrighted 2013 by S.M. Wolf. The story may not be reproduced in part or in whole nor the characters used without prior written permission of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Trent stood in the center of his new Master's den surrounded by books and paintings. To the naked young scalie's left was a small table. On the table were two gallon jugs marked "Spring Water" and a medium size glass.

The human male who had bought Trent at auction three days ago entered and placed a digital timer on the table beside the glass. He ignored Trent while he selected a book and sat down in a comfortable recliner, facing the scalie. He turned on a light beside the chair. It cast harsh shadows across his face, giving him a somewhat sinister look.

The human looked up at Trent and said, "I have a task for you. I want you to drink the water."

Trent looked over at the jugs. Two gallons of water? How was he going to drink it all?

"You will start the timer. Fill the glass. You have two minutes to drink each glass of water. After that, there will be a ten minute wait. When the alarm sounds again, fill the glass and drink your next glass of water.

"Begin."

The human opened his book and began reading. He appeared to have no interest in Trent, but the scalie suspected that was far from the truth.

Trent looked down at the empty glass. He swallowed. There was no way he would be able to accomplish this task. He wanted to cry at the injustice of it all. No doubt this human just wanted an excuse to punish him in some horrible manner.

With a nearly inaudible sigh, Trent tapped the large button on top of the timer. The numbers changed from 2:00 to 1:59 and continued to count downwards towards 0:00 as he filled the glass with water. The amount made a distressingly small dent in the contents of the first jug,

Trent brought the glass to his lips. He quickly drank the water. It was room temperature, not cold like humans preferred. Being cold blooded, the scalie was thankful for that small gift.

After draining the glass, Trent set it back down on the table and waited. The timer beeped as it hit 0:00. The numbers flashed three times and then reset to 10:00. As he watched, the countdown began.

Trent stood stoically waiting for the timer to count off ten minutes. When it beeped again, he refilled the glass with water. The timer reset to 2:00 and began its countdown anew. He quickly drank the water and set aside the glass.

The first four glasses were easy. Trent had actually been a bit thirsty. He downed them quickly and waited.

The fifth glass was not quite as easy. His pace slowed noticeably even if he was able to get the water down comfortably before the timer beeped. His pace continued to slow with the sixth and seventh glasses as his stomach filled.

Predictably, the water worked its way through his stomach into his small intestine. It travelled into his body. His kidneys, sensing the increase in his body's water, removed some from his blood and sent urine into his bladder. Ever so slowly, Trent felt his bladder begin to fill.

At first, his bladder was little more than an annoyance. Trent was able to easily ignore it as he had many times in the past. His trainers did not like their slaves interrupting their play to use the urinal. The slaves had quickly learned not to complain or ask for relief under the lash of their guards.

The pressure continued to increase with each glass. The eighth and ninth glasses seemed to go directly to his bladder. The young scalie began to fidget. His owner glanced at him and raised his eyebrows slightly. Trent quickly quieted. The human returned to his book. Some seconds later, the scalie began to shift ever so slightly again as he tried to relieve his growing discomfort.

The tenth glass went into Trent. He stared at the empty jug on the table. Somehow, he had made it halfway. Against all odds, could he make it through both jugs? He doubted it. He set the glass back down with only moments to spare on the timer. He swallowed in apprehension. It had taken a real effort to empty the water into his mouth. He did not know how much longer he could continue.

The pressure in Trent's bladder continued to build steadily. For him, it felt like it grew exponentially with each passing minute. He shifted from foot to foot to try to relieve his discomfort. Spreading his legs a bit seemed to help, but it only gave momentary relief. A minute later, his bladder felt as full as before.

The eleventh glass brought a new problem for Trent. His stomach was becoming uncomfortably full. He had to fight to get the water down and keep it down. The problems with his stomach distracted him for several minutes, but then his bladder demanded his attention again. He had to clench and unclench his fists repeatedly to try to seek some form of distraction from his increasingly dire predicament.

The twelfth glass was the hardest by far. It was all that he could do to choke it down. After he finished, he gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and screwed up his eyes tight. He fought equally against his stomach and bladder.

The timer beeped. Trent forced his eyes open. He stared at the glass and the remaining jug. He had managed to drink far more than he had expected, but he knew that he was done.

"Master," Trent asked past gritted teeth, "may I use the restroom before I make a mess on the floor?"

The human looked up at the scalie. Several moments passed as he seemed to contemplate Trent's request.

"Yes," Trent's Master finally said.

Trent bolted from the room. He ran down the hallway to the nearest bathroom. He barely got the seat up before his bladder began to empty itself.

Trent had never taken so long to urinate before in his life. It seemed to go on and on without end. Every ounce of fluid that he had forced into his body seemed to come out, and then even more.

Many minutes later, Trent returned to the den. His arms hung limply at his sides, and he hung his head in a mixture of shame and defeat. He knew that he would be punished, even if there had never been any chance that he would succeed in his task.

The room remained quiet as Trent stood there waiting. Minute after minute passed, and nothing happened. Trent began to fidget again as he waited for his Master to do something to him.

Unable to take it any longer, Trent curiously asked, "Master?"

The human looked up from his book. His right eyebrow arched upwards in an expression that Trent had learned was an unspoken question.

Trent gulped, but he had come too far now to turn back.

"Master, are you going to punish me?" the scalie asked his Master.

The human replied, "Do you want me to do so?"

Trent quickly shook his head no.

Trent's Master returned to reading his book. Many more minutes passed in silence.

Unable to contain himself any longer but knowing he was going to get into trouble and would likely receive a beating, Trent spoke again.

"Master," he asked, "why did you make me drink the water? There was no way I could have done what you wanted me to do."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Trent cringed as he waited for his Master's wrath.

The human closed the book and set it aside. He steepled his fingers in front of his face and contemplated Trent for some time.

"Of course you could not succeed," the scalie's Master said. "It was never about success."

The human shifted a bit in his seat. Trent stood a little straighter though his shoulders remained hunched as he expected physical punishment at any moment.

"How you deal with adversity and failure are just as important as how you deal with success. Whether you will follow my orders when you do not wish to do so is also very important.

"I intend to order you to my bed soon. I fully expect you to submit to me as a submissive sexual partner in a purely homosexual relationship. You will lift your tail and open your mouth on command without question or hesitation. I also intend to place you in bondage and beat you for my pleasure among other things."

Trent swallowed at his Master's frank words. The scalie knew of course that it was to be his fate. He had undergone months of training on how to serve his Master obediently in bed as well as out of it. However, it still hurt and scared him to hear his Master speak of his future so matter-of-factly.

"You have proven that you will do as you are told without complaint or rebellion," the human continued. Trent was surprised when he added, "I am pleased with you."

Trent blinked several times. It was the first time in what seemed like forever that anyone had complimented him.

"You are pleased, Master?" Trent asked in disbelief.

The human picked up the book and opened it again. He did not reply directly to Trent's question but instead said, "Go out to the kitchen. You will find two nutrition bars on the counter. Bring back both and eat them. They are higher in sodium than I would normally give you, but you have just lost a large amount of salt that needs to be replenished. They also have plenty of fiber to help with... other things."

The human dismissed Trent by lowering his eyes to return to his reading. In disbelief, Trent softly padded down the hallway to the kitchen. As promised, two good-sized nutrition bars were waiting for him on the counter. He picked them up and took them back to the den. He placed one on the table and unwrapped the other.

As he slowly chewed on the salty peanut bar, he watched his new Master through slitted eyes. He realized that there was much more to this Man than he had suspected. It both scared and excited him. Perhaps this Master would not be as bad as he had feared.