Date: Fri, 29 Mar 2013 09:31:22 -0700
From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com>
Subject: Downward Spiral of Jim; Epilogue - Part 2; Story codes: M, MM, bd, sm

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Story codes: M, MM, bd, sm

Downward Spiral of Jim – Epilogue – Part 2

"You're David, my slave Jim's ex-partner."  The cop exclaimed.

"That's right faggot.  Surprised?"

"Yes Sir, I am.  I didn't know you were a Master."  The cop stated.

"faggot, I've kept my eye on you over the years.  I wanted to make sure
that you took good care of Jim.  When Jim and I were together, we did not
have a Master/slave relationship.  Sure I controlled Jim like a puppet, but
it was all very vanilla and above board.

"After I left Jim for his dalliances, I started to think long and hard
about becoming a Master.  Once our separation was complete, I took a
sabbatical for a year and traveled the world meeting up with the best
Masters I could connect with.  I wanted to learn by being a slave and
masochist first.  I hated every minute of it, but I did learn.

"slave robert, show yourself to the cop."  David ordered.

slave robert walked into the light standing there at attention, completely
naked and hairless except for his head.

"faggot, this is my husband, Robert.  he is also my slave.  his role is
similar to the role you put Jim through all those years in the city.
Robert is my husband, lover and partner to the outside world.  he is my
slave, houseboy, whore, pig in private.  Like you, I enjoy the mental
torture of watching a slave be a grown man, then a slave, then a grown man
again.  The mind-fuck is delightful.  I know you understand that faggot
because that's what you did to Jim."

The cop responded, "Yes Sir.  That's exactly correct."

David continued, "Had you left Jim in that condition for the rest of his
life, you would not be in this spot now, faggot."

The cop queried, "What do you mean?"

David yelled at the chained former Master, "you fucking destroyed him you
good damn asshole!  you fucking turned him into an object.  you weren't
supposed to go there.  you god damn faggot."

The cop could feel tears start to well up.  The cop had not cried since he
was about six years old.  He wasn't going to start now, but he knew what
David's point was.  He had gone too far.  Jim was the love of the cop's
life and he decided that he had the right to do with him whatever he
wanted.  That was true, except for the fact that now Jim was incapable of
life without the dependence on others.  In the past two years in the
country, the cop had taken a perfectly good husband and slave turning him
into a working object with no ability to think beyond his duty to his Sir.
He had mutilated Jim's body beyond recognition.  The cop wondered how long
it took Jim to figure out he needed to call the authorities with his
disappearance.

"Yes Sir.  I went too far, but how did you know what was going on?"

David answered, "I didn't for a while.  I kept my eye on you most of the
last fifteen years but I was distracted for a time and didn't know you
retired, sold the house and moved.  When I finally heard about it, I
immediately started out to find you.  Regretfully, by the time I started
staking out what you were doing, it was obvious that I was too late.  You
had already destroyed my former partner.  That is when I knew I had to get
you away from Jim.

"I started making inquiries through the police force to find out if I could
come up with someone who would enjoy getting back at you.  It didn't take
long.  I hired him to help plot your disappearance.  It worked.  I hated to
leave Jim there by himself, but it was the only way to create the
distraction.  Jim had to call the police himself.  If he didn't suspicions
would have been aroused.  "By the way, you will be happy to know that Jim
did figure out how to call the police.  He is in a mental hospital under
psychiatric care.  Your disappearance is a major scandal to the city.
Already, some of your cohorts have resigned and it has only been a couple
of days."

The cop said, "At least, Jim is safe."

David screamed at him again.  "yeah fucker he is safe, but if you had left
well enough alone and kept him as a slave when you were gone he could take
care of himself.  Now his is in a mental ward and prognosis is not good for
him returning to society."

The cop bowed his head.  He hadn't thought about that.  He hadn't thought
about if something happened to him what would happen to Jim after turning
into an object.  This was one place he forgot to cross his "t's" and dot
his "i's".  For the first time since leaving his college slave, the cop
actually felt regret for his actions.

"So we have business to attend to.  Before I decide what to do with you,
which will not be pretty no matter what, you have some paperwork to carry
out.  slave robert, bring a chair for the good cop to sit down on.  Undo
his arm chains.  Now bring a desk and the computer."  David ordered.

slave robert did as he was told.  The cop found watching slave robert
interesting.  Here was a beautiful man.  He carried himself as if he was a
professional in the business world.  Even naked, he was perfectly coiffed
and had a stunning body.  slave robert reminded the cop so much of what Jim
was like when they still lived at the home in the city.  There was a
difference though and it took the cop a few minutes to figure it out.  Then
it dawned on him, slave robert was better adjusted to the rigors of being a
slave at home and a husband out in the world.  There was just a manner that
slave robert carried himself in this situation that he never did quite
achieved with his slave, Jim.  This pissed the cop off because it meant
that David did a better job of training his slave than the cop had.

slave robert brought in an additional chair.  This was followed by the
entrance of all things, the attorney.  Now the cop felt some embarrassment.
It was ok being tied up and naked in front of David and his slave, but now
the attorney was here.

David introduced, "faggot, you remember your attorney.  He has been through
a lot with both you and me over the years.  He is here to straighten up a
few legal matters while you still have the presence of mind to handle such
things.

"faggot, you did a good job in making sure Jim had a pension, health
insurance, all your assets in the event of your death.  What you didn't do
was give Jim your offshore investments, which is a loose term for the
stashing of the payoffs taken over the years from the city.  I want Jim to
have that money too.  The attorney has set up a corporation that makes it
impossible to trace the cash.  Jim has enough income to survive for a
while.  Therefore, we are going to keep all this money out of prying eyes
for a few years until the scandal is forgotten, as all scandals eventually
are.  If Jim does recover enough to go live outside again, when he needs
money for assisted living or other care late in life, there will plenty of
money available to give him superior care."

The attorney pointed to the documents, "Sign here, here, here.  Now go on
the computer, bring up your accounts and change all the names."

The cop did as he was told.  What choice did he have?  When this was done,
the cop would be penniless.  Not that it mattered because he obviously was
not going to be in society anymore.  All the work he had done over the
years was taken away from him with a pen and a few keystrokes.

The attorney received a hearty thank you from David and exited the dungeon.

David stared at the cop, "faggot, you are stripped of your clothes.  you
are now stripped of your assets.  Now I am going to strip you of your
manhood."

`Here it comes', the cop thought.  `I am going to learn my fate.'

David continued as slave robert busily remove the laptop, the desk and the
chair the attorney sat in.  "There are so many ways I could go with this.
You are still a prime specimen of a man.  I could sell you on the slave
market.  You would have a good five years of life left in you; however,
because of your age, I won't get the dollar value.

"I've thought about putting you in a cage for a few months of solitary
barely giving you enough nourishment to sustain you while that beautiful
body atrophies into a skinny runt.  That would be fun to watch because your
body means so much to you.

"I could go the opposite way as well and force feed you destroying your
body in a different way by turning you into a fat pig.

"The most fun and the resultant greatest revenge would be to destroy and
mutilate you mentally and physically into an object just as you did my
friend and love, Jim.  The only problem there is that I would have to
maintain you until you passed, which could be a long time.  Maybe it would
be best just to get some money out of you on the slave market and allow
someone else to do the dirty work of my revenge.  I'll give it some
thought."

David walked over to the sitting cop and grabbed his balls.  He squeezed
them so tight the cop screamed in pain and fell to the floor.  "faggot has
a nice set of balls and a handsome cock.  If I turn you into an object,
they will become useless.  Maybe I'll bring in a good doctor to remove
those two hanging things that define manhood.  you are no longer going to
be a man, why would you have the need for these?"  David pulled them hard
away from the cop's groin to the delicious cries of the former Master.

David ordered to slave robert, "slave robert, get faggot some water and a
bowl of food.  Take his chair away.  Put the longer chain on one ankle so
he can take care of going to the bathroom on his own.  Release the other
chain.  That way he can walk."

David walked out of the dungeon leaving slave robert to take care of the
dirty work.  The cop continued to lie on the floor hurt holding his junk
while slave robert attached the long chain to one leg so the cop could walk
to the bathroom.  After the new chain was secure the slave undid the other
chain.

slave robert thought the cop was very hot and he was very motived to
attempt to suck him off or just to touch his magnificent body.  Naturally,
the slave restrained since the cop was now a faggot on his way to being a
slave or a lower status.  The cop still had that aura of superiority that
turned slave robert on.  The slave knew he would be in big trouble if he
tried anything.

The cop observed all this activity without the slightest attempt to
overpower the slave.  He was not only in a weakened state because of the
drugs, he had not eaten in several days and the realization of what he had
done to his lover, husband and slave took whatever fight he normally
displayed away.

slave robert went away for a few minutes and as he exited the dungeon the
light went back to the single 15 watt bulb in the center of the room.  The
cop happy about that but it took his eyes sometime to adjust.  slave robert
returned with a dog bowl of mush and a dog bowl of water.  The slave set
them down on the floor in front of the cop.

slave robert spoke to the cop even though he knew best not to.  "my hope is
that Sir will eventually provide you with a more substantial diet.  Sir is
very angry at you right now.  my experience though he is a fair Master.  i
have never been for want in the time i have been his husband and slave.  my
prayer is that he will keep you well fed because regardless of your new
status in life, you are an incredibly hot looking former man.  If Sir
decides to turn you into an object, you will be my responsibility to take
care.  i want to suck your cock so bad but i'm afraid for the trouble it
would cause me."

The cop responded, "I understand Robert.  Even with all that is going on,
it would be nice to play with you.  Maybe we can eventually if I become
your duty."

slave robert smiled at the cop but didn't say anything further.  slave
robert's cock was rock hard and he knew that if he continued the discussion
he was not going to be able to control himself.  slave robert quickly left
the room leaving the cop to his food and himself.

The cop quickly went for the food regardless of how bad it looked or
tasted.  He was so hungry.  He ate with his hands and lapped the water out
of the dog bowl.  Being alone it was not quite as humiliating as he would
have imagined.  Afterwards, he went to the bathroom.  He took a shower
cleaning up the excess food on his face.  Walking back to the main area of
the dungeon he decided to look around.

This was a complete dungeon.  There were whips, paddles, chains, and
restraints hanging on the walls.  On a long counter there were electronic
devices for electric play, sounds, nipple clamps, suction cups, gloves,
J-lube.  There was tattoo equipment.  Seeing that scared the cop because he
didn't want his body marked like that.  He hated tattoos on men and even on
slaves.  That was the reason he had never defiled Jim's body with such
horror.  There were also chastity devices another thing that the cop
believed was dangerous and inhuman.  It was ironic that the cop had these
pet peeves considering he had destroyed more than one human man in his life
mentally.  To the cop there was a difference; however, most would argue he
was equally callous.

The cop knew that whatever the final verdict from David was going to be,
his life was over.  The cop bet that one of two things would occur to him.
Either David was going to turn him into an object or David would sell him
soon on the open slave market.  Given the choice, the cop preferred to
become an object.  The cop knew enough about slave trading to know that a
man of his history, stature and looks would probably not be alive within a
year regardless of what Master David said about him having a good five
years left in him.  Slave traders don't particularly like cops and they
would see to it that this cop would end up in some work camp.  At his age,
the chances of survival beyond a few months would be surprising due to the
16 hour daily work schedule, the cruelty of the whips, and the unsanitary
conditions.  Most young men last less than a few years.  Someone his age it
could be a few months.

The cop surprisingly seemed to relax into this situation.  He observed that
there was a lack of stress other than the anxiety of his fate.  He no
longer had to worry about the house and the bills, which he didn't
understand until they were taken away what a burden it all was.  He did
worry about Jim; however, he was relieved to know that Jim had gotten his
shit together enough to call the police and was safely away in a hospital.

Several days went by before he heard from David again.  slave robert
continued to bring him food and water.  The food got better; however, slave
robert never spoke to the cop again.  The drudgery of sitting and waiting
his fate was almost unbearable, but that was of course David's point.  The
cop was going to sit for a while.

The cop estimated that maybe four days later based on the number of meals
given to him, the lights suddenly went back on.  The cop heard the door to
the dungeon open and David emerged.  David was dressed in leathers.  He was
shirtless with his incredible upper body adorned in a full harness that
obviously was attached to his cock, went under his taint, up the back of
his ass crack to the back of the upper harness.  He had on a Master cap,
leather gloves that accentuated his forearms.  David's leather pants were
exquisitely tailored cut perfectly to show off the bulge in his pants.  His
boots were spit polished, probably the work of his slave.

David was by no means as muscular or big as the cop; however, he was in
fantastic shape, trim with defined muscles, a six-pack and perfectly
proportioned.  He was the epitome of an A-gay homosexual.

David arriving in full leather appeared to point to the cop's hope of
becoming an object but the cop was no fool.  David could still be playing
him and any moment a slave trader could walk into this dungeon and take him
away.  The thought sent chills down the cop's spine.  The chills may be
strong, but the cop's automatically fell to his knees and bowed his head to
David.  This act of submission shocked both Master David and the cop.

Master David exclaimed, "Well done faggot.  you learn fast.  I'm impressed,
surprised and pleased that you are taking action to know your new place in
life."

The cop acknowledged, "Yes Sir."  What had gotten into him?  He had never
bowed to anyone.  Yet, this action seemed as if the most natural thing in
the world.  The cop was visibly frightened, which Master David loved
seeing.  The cop never cowered or scraped, but here he was with no
resistance on his knees in what could potentially be his Master for the
rest of his life.  Where was his fight?  Where was his resolve?  There was
none.  The cop's personality was fading fast.  The cop speculated that more
than any part of this, his understanding of what he had done to Jim, the
love of his life, took away that doggedness.  The cop sitting naked and
chained in solitary in this dungeon for days on end gave him pause.  He had
only two regrets, leaving his college slave and destroying Jim.  The latter
made him feel that whatever was going to happen to him he deserved.  He was
not going to fight Master David.  He was not going to fight the slave
trader if it came to that.  No, the cop had crossed the line with Jim and
he was willing to lose himself allowing the revenge of others to take him
down.

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