Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2004 13:19:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Larry Cane <lcane19@yahoo.com>
Subject: Diary of a Teenage Slave - part3

		       Diary of a Teenage Slave - 3

    Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction involving humiliation, mild
violence, and sexual activity between males. The characters do not
represent any real persons. If you find such material offensive or in
violation of the laws of your state/country, please don't read any further


			       Doctor Master

  When next he arrived and released me from my chains, I slipped to the
floor and crawled to the toilet without any prompting.  The funny part
about this was, I had no need to use the facilities, not having drank or
eaten since before I arrived here.  As I crawled back to the wall, he had
left the room, and I was looking at the bowl he had left there this
morning, and it's cold glutinous contents, when he returned. He sat another
bowl down next to the first and I could see it contained water.

  "You may eat now Boy." He told me, "That is if you like what I have
provided for you, Do you?"

  "Yes Sir, I am very grateful for what you have given me." I said to him
as I lean down into the cold oatmeal, pushing my face deep in the dish and
lapping up it as fast as I could.

  "Well, I see we are learning some manners and some obedience, this is
progress and I think you deserve a reward!"  He smiled and said.

   Something in me seemed to be happy that I had pleased him and brought
this small pleasure to him.  After finishing the water, and eating the
entire contents of the bowl, he told me to crawl over to the cot.  The
prospect of sleeping on the cot over came all the pain I felt as I swiftly
obeyed his command.  However, once there I was not told to get on the cot,
but rather the rug at the side, and a cuff was attached to my ankle, the
other end of which was bolted to the wall.

  "You may sleep here, on this rug tonight, but do not attempt to get on
the cot. If you do I will hang you on the wall for a month." He threatened.

   After hanging for what I thought was a full night and day, this little
rug felt like a feather bed to me and I gratefully replied, "Thank you
Sir!"

  He sat there on the chair, and lectured me for a long while, I don't know
how long because I had lost all conception of time now. He told me what was
expected of me, my duties, my rewards and of course my punishment. He gave
me rule after rule and condition after condition, and I tried hard to
follow, but my mind seem to be going in and out, until finally he stood,
and without any further word, turned off the light and close the door, and
once again the darkness engulfed me!

   The next time he arrived, he unchained my ankle from the wall and asked
me if I had lain on the bed, I assured him I had not. To which he said that
the very worst thing a slave can do, is to lie to his Master, and did I
want to change my answer?  I said "No Sir,"

  He then lifted the mattress, and there, lying between it and the springs,
was a sheet of glass, pristine and unbroken.  He said nothing, but I was
sure I saw him smile.

  "Today," he began, "we are having a visitor, a friend of mine, another
Master, who is also a Doctor, and he will give you an exam."  "But first
you must be made presentable," he went on, "you may stand and walk over to
the bathroom area."  "I will be back presently with what you need, just
stand and wait for me." He said as he left the room.

  I held onto the wall as I struggled to stand, and to my surprise, the
pain in my legs was nearly gone, and I was able to walk.  Standing there
waiting, it began to sink in what he had just said, another Master, and a
Doctor?  How many were there?  What would they do to me?  Well he wasn't
going to turn me into no Eunuch! Now why did I think of that?

  What happened in the next hour may have embarrassed me at one time, but I
think I was quickly reaching the place where I didn't care.  He started by
giving me an enema, cleaning me out with several injections of some fluid
from a small bottle. The stream that came out of me at first was a bit
cloudy, but by the fourth rinse out, was completely clear.  I was then
directed to stand under the shower nozzle, and was wetted down, before
being instructed to turn the water off. I was handed a bar of very coarse
soap and told to lather up from head to toe, and including my hair.  Once
totally covered in lather, I was handed a razor and told to shave the hair
from my body, all of it except my head.  Neither the hair under my arms,
nor that around my cock, was very thick and it all was soon lying in the
drain. He took the razor from me, and told me to bend over facing away from
him. He spread my ass cheeks and I felt the razor sliding down my crack,
and around my rectum, but he said no hair appeared on the razor. That seem
to please him. Finally I was handed a very coarse long handled brush and
told to scrub my entire body. When it seemed I wasn't pressing hard enough,
he would press it to my skin and say "Harder!"  When it was done to his
satisfaction, he took the brush and had me turn around, and he scrub my
back till it felt raw, and also was very thorough all over and in my ass.
Finally he told me to turn on the water and rinse good, and he retrieved a
towel from the box of things he had brought, and when I was rinsed and the
water off, he had me dry myself.

  He had me sit on the edge of the steel table and he clamped my hands down
by the side.  He placed a blindfold over my eyes, and instructed me that
under no circumstances was I to attempt to look at the Dr. I was to obey
him just as though it was himself who was talking to me.  He then said he
would be back with the Dr., and he left the room.  I sat there for what
seemed hours, until I finally heard them talking and coming down the
stairs!

  A voice that I didn't recognize commented, "So this is your new boy, he's
a bit young isn't he?" His voice and his footsteps coming closer as he
spoke.

  "Yes, but I have had success before with younger ones, you remember James
don't you?" Sir answered.

  "Of course, and what happened to him in no way was the fault of your
training, nor his youth."  The Doctor said quietly.  "But let me exam the
boy and see what we have. He looks to be in good health, though small and
undernourished.  I assume you are proceeding with the beginner's diet, so
his size is of no importance right now. Plenty of time to build him up
later." "How long has he been in training?" he asked.

  "I have had him just over week."  I heard the Doctor answer.

  A week? A WEEK?  Those words exploded in my head like a bomb.  That
couldn't be could it?  Had I lost all that time without being aware?  Was
it that long since I was picked up from the street that night?  Was I going
crazy?

  Without further discussion the Doctor proceeded with the exam, starting
with listening to my heart and lungs. He prodded and poked each orifice of
my body that was available to him as I sat there. He lifted one side of the
blindfold at a time and shone a light in my eye, which prevented me from
seeing him at all.  He took my pulse, blood pressure, and drew blood from
my arm, twice. He spread my fingers and toes and examined between them, as
well as inside my mouth, ears and nose. He then released me from the cuffs
and instructed me to stand, which I did without comment. He spread my legs
out and began to examine my genitals, squeezing my balls, and turning my
cock this way and that and having me cough.  I must have reacted to his
touch, as the next thing I felt was a sharp rap across my cock, which
apparently was lifting its pretty little head.  The blow was painful, but
not unbearable and not on my balls, so I was able to stand still.
  "I am sorry Doctor" I heard Sir say, "We have not begun his erection
control training as yet, but I thought with the diet and the drugs, this
would not happen."

  Drugs?  I had been drugged?  Was that why I had no concept of time? I am
not a stranger to social drugs, no street kid is, but nothing I had ever
taken caused me to lose a whole week. What kind of drug does that?

  "Not to worry," the Doctor said, "It is not unusual or unexpected. I
assume he has not been sexually active since coming here?"

  "While that is true." Sir replied, "I am still embarrassed and I
apologize for his behavior."

  I was then told to turn around and the Doctor thumped on my back a few
times with his knuckle, and felt my shoulders and back muscles.  He then
told me to get back up on the table on my hands and knees, and as I did I
heard what sounded like a rubber glove being put on.  I felt his hands on
my ass, and then a rubber cover finger pushed firmly into my rectum. He
twisted it around and deeper as he commented on how small my entrance was
for a boy from the streets. He allowed as how I would give many years of
pleasure to my Master.  When he removed his finger, he said I appeared to
be in good health, but would know more when the blood work came back.  I
thought at this point the exam was all over, and basically it was, but the
Doctor had one more "exam" in mind.

  "Get off the table, turn around and kneel down Boy", I was instructed by
the doctor.

  As I knelt on the hard cold cement, my knees painful from the crawling, I
should have known what was coming, but even a zipper being lowered did not
even dawn on me. When told to open my mouth wide, I was still thinking
tongue depressor. So when this very large cock was shoved in my mouth, I
reacted by pulling away, and for that received and very sharp blow to my
back with the stick. Now I have no aversion to sucking cock, it was my
business after all, it was just the surprised that made me pull back.  But
after the blow on my back, and an extreme warning from Sir, I eagerly
opened my mouth and began servicing the Doctor.

  He grabbed me by the hair and began to roughly shove his cock in as deep
as he could and then pull back some before ramming it in again.  I was
struggling to breath and to swallow and to give a decent performance to
please him. But I think he was angry, or maybe it was just his way, but
what he was doing was in fact raping my mouth and throat.  Not sure how
long this went on, but I tried my best to give him what he
wanted. Apparently it couldn't have been to bad, because he suddenly rammed
his cock deep in my throat and it exploded with cum.  I tried hard to
swallow, but there was too much and my throat was full of cock, and some
cum escaped my mouth and trickled down my chin.

  I heard Sir's sudden intake of his breath as the Doctor said "Oh dear!"
and pulled back his cock enough for me to swallow, suck out the last of it,
and clean him.  I felt a sudden dread and braced for the blow from the
stick I thought was coming, but no such blow fell, at least not then.

  Kneeling there, not seeing what was happening, I had only my ears to tell
me what they were doing. I heard them whispering and this time heard the
zipper, and then their voices trailing off as they left the room. I stayed
as I was, not having been given any instructions, and not anxious to
displease Sir.

  It wasn't long before I heard him come back, and as he ripped the
blindfold off me, he said, "Do you have any idea how much you have
embarrassed me?" He then pushed my head down so that I was looking directly
at the floor beneath me, and continued, "Do you see the seed that you spat
out? The seed of a great and generous Master?  He is the owner of three
slaves who you are not even worthy to drink their piss.  They have each and
everyone serviced me, and each time with courtesy and respect.  You have
embarrassed me and shamed yourself and now you must suffer the
consequences!  First you will clean up the Doctors spilled seed and swallow
it, even though you don't deserve such an honor."

   I bent quickly to the task, licking up the cum from the cement floor
until the floor was only wet from my tongue.  Once I was finished, Sir
commanded me to stand and lay over the edge of the table. He pulled my
hands high over my head and fasten them into the wrist restraints.  My ass
was now hanging half on top and half over the edge of the table, and just
where he wanted.  He walked across the room, and soon came back with a long
thin cane like piece of something that looked like bamboo.  I was about to
get my first caning, though certainly not my last! Without another word he
stood to the side of me and with a wide arcing swing, brought the cane down
upon my exposed ass. He skillfully repeated this swing again and again and
again. I was made to count out loud each time he whipped me, and to say Sir
after every count. After each blow I counted, and he berated me and called
me all manner of name and told me how worthless I was, and how he should
just sell me now. Soon the pain was just a blur and as weird as it sounds,
I began to enjoy it and found it erotic. Often part of the blow would land
on the back of my ball sack and I would jump, which seem to stir him on and
renew his determination. Somewhere about the fifteenth blow I felt what I
thought was bugs crawling on my ass, but I realized much later that this
must have been blood running down my behind.  He quit after caning me 37
times, maybe because his arm was tired, or maybe for another reason,
because the next thing I felt, was his cock on my ass.

  He guided his cock to my hole and pressed against it hard, the only lube
was maybe a little blood that had seeped there. He grabbed me by the hips
and with a big lunge drove his cock into me until his body slammed against
mine. For all the time before this I had wondered why he hadn't used me and
pleasured himself with my body, but this was not what I expected.  This was
not sex, this was anger, frustration, cruelty and rape!  He slammed into me
again and again, grunting and pulling on me and trying to rip me apart it
seemed.  Locked onto the table like I was, all I could do was to try and
lie there until he was spent, and perhaps give him some pleasure in what he
was doing. As it turned out it didn't last all that long, as he plunged
deep inside me and let loose a huge stream of cum that seem to fill me
completely.  He spasm several times jerking each time against me, until he
seemed to collapse, and his cock slipped from my body. He said nothing, but
just pulled up his pants, hurriedly left the room, closing the door, but
leaving the light lit.

   I lay there for a long time, thinking he would be back, but he did not
return, and I began to go over what had happened, and why I was afraid he
would come back and throw me back out onto the streets.

  My whole life had been a waste of time, I was worthless from the day I
was born, as my Dad so often reminded me, and never it got any better.  I
had no one who cared about me, just a few friends from the street, and they
had probably forgotten me already and were happily sharing my customers. I
owned nothing of value, just a few clothes that seem useless now. So what
value did I hold for anyone?  Only it seemed for the man who had just
beaten me, he somehow had wanted me, had seen something in me that he felt
worth training and owning.  My only fear now is that I have done something
to destroy that in him and he will discard me also. My pride, if I had any,
is gone, and my spirit is broken, my only way of life now, is to serve and
please my Master.

 And a slave is born.

     End of chapter 3


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