Date: Thu, 1 Sep 2005 21:05:46 -0500
From: Rodwl <rodwl@comcast.net>
Subject: Good Counsul-10

"Training Center, Induction desk may I help you?"

"This is Officer Elroy, I have a possible inductee."

"Is he on the DWI List?"

"Yes Sir, a Steve Edwards, age 27, white male, 5'10", 155
lbs. Blond Hair, Blue eyes, two prior offences, previous
offence went to court yesterday and was released on his own
recognizance.  I just stopped him on another DWI after
getting off the interstate, at the corner of West Grand and
West Encanto Blvd. How do want me to proceed?"

"Are you clear to bring him in or do we need to arrange a
pick-up?"

"I can deliver if you wish; I'm in an unmarked car that I
keep, I have a lunch period, I can sign out."

"Fine, bring him to the North 52nd Ave. entrance off of Van
Buren. Are you aware of the proper gate?"

"Yes sir, ETA approx fifteen minutes."

"Dispatch this is Officer Elroy, request sign-out for
dinner."

"10-4 Elroy, Duty Captain says all is quiet this evening,
since you have already put in eight hours he wants you to
sign out for the shift. Just come in to the station on your
next shift to sign in, I'll sign you off the system."

"Appreciate that Maggie, looking forward to the next two
days off.  I'll see you Saturday when I come by the house to
sign in."

"10-4 Elroy, have a good one."

"Officer Elroy here with an inductee, please open the gate."

"Sure, pull on into the garage."

"Officer Elroy thanks for dropping him off."

"Can I ask a question?"

"I'll try to answer it if I can."

"I ended up signing off of my shift and have the next two
days off.  Is there any chance I could follow this louse and
see just what happens to the guys we bring in?" asked Elroy.

"Tell you what, wait here and I'll phone up and check.  In
the meantime why don't you pull Edwards out, keep him cuffed
and just keep him in this area till I get Intake down here
to take him."

"Mr. Bellows, I have an officer delivering an inductee who
has the next two days off and would like to see the initial
procedures an inductee goes through.  Would that be possible
sir?"

"Who is it?"

"Officer Elroy, he's brought about six guys down, even had
his son along a time or two when he came.  Between his
father and brother they have probably brought in about
eighteen men in the last year and a half.  Now that I think
about it I believe he is some relation to Bill Sir."

"OK, let him fill in for one of the guards, brief him to
follow the lead of the guard but not say anything else to
the inductee.  Wait a minute, I'll be right down and talk
with him a moment first.  Just hold him and the inductee in
the garage till I get there," said Craig.

"Officer Elroy, nice to see you again.  I understand you'd
like to see what one of the inductees goes through?"

"Yes sir, if I may, I have the next two days off and with my
son off to college and my wife at her sisters no one is at
home.  I've been curious about what happens ever since I
first started dropping off these guys.  Since I finally
moved out of a regular patrol car and into an unmarked I
don't need to use my own car to drop them off and ended up
signing off of my shift a few minutes ago.  So if you'll let
me stay I can see what happens."

"You have a son Jason, don't you?"

"Yes sir, he's come along with me on a drop-off or two."

"I think we can arrange things, sure I'll let you see things
tonight and over the next day or so.  I hope you don't mind
the accommodations," said Craig.

"Not at all sir, I'm sure they will be fine," answered
Officer Elroy.

"I want you to fill in for now as if you were one of the
guards.  Just follow the other guard, if he gives you an
instruction just follow it without question and there
shouldn't be any problems.  Can you do that?"

"Sir, yes Sir, whatever you say.  I've always wanted to see
what happens after I leave."

"Very well, I'll let you get back to your inductee, but
first why don't you go through that door over there and I'll
have one of my men get you ready.  Can't have you acting as
a guard in your regular civvies, can we?"

"Sir no Sir, I'll be more than happy to change Sir,
specially if your providing the uniform."

As Officer Elroy exited the room, Craig turned to the phone
and after dialing instructed, "Officer Elroy will be staying
here this weekend.  He wants to see what happens to an
inductee.  I have a little reason to show him just what he
wants.  Send Dale Williams in to see me.  Give him a uniform
to change into and have him help with Edwards. Set up the
next interrogation room for us to use later."

"Dale, how are you this evening?"

"Sir fine sir, how can I be of service sir?" asked Dale as
he stood at proper respect, eyes downcast to the floor
before him.

"I have a special one for you to handle this evening."

"The new inductee Steve Edwards Sir?" asked Dale.

"No I will handle him; I have someone who will be waiting in
the next interrogation room, an Officer Elroy."

"Officer Elroy Sir?  He, his father and brother have brought
a number of inductees in sir, is there a problem with him
sir?

"Not a problem we can't handle.  After all these years we
have been trying to keep the information about the training
center from the boys, Officer Elroy has brought his son
several times when dropping off an inductee.  Through our
monitoring of the boy's house we overheard his son Jason
spilling the beans about the whole program to Evan.  Now the
boys know enough about the program and when they get here
next week for Thanksgiving I bet that is what Evan wants to
ask about.  Elroy wants to see what happens, so, I think we
will just let him see, making him think he is an inductee.
I want all the normal documents, his charge will be the fact
that he has allowed information about the center to be known
to others outside of the force.  What he won't know is that
come Friday evening I will sit down with him and discuss the
situation after which we will allow him to leave.  But from
the time we start he will think that his life is over and he
too has been inducted.  Can you handle this Dale?"

"Sir Yes Sir, since I finished the training myself and
joined the staff I appreciate what we do here Sir.  You can
count on me to carry out your wishes sir.  What about
branding etc.  shall we refrain from marking him?"

"I'll give the instructions to the techs, we will make him
feel like he is being branded, and we'll use an excuse to
tag him rather than tattoo a SIN.  I am going to go ahead
and ring him though.  He can always remove them but I feel
them necessary for the induction."

"Sir, Yes Sir, shall I leave and begin Sir?"

"Yes, and Dale thank you, you have become a valuable
servant."

"Sir, thank you Sir.  I appreciate your complement Sir."

"Elroy, what is your first name?"

"Jed sir, why do you ask?"

"In front of any trainees we do not use last names for
various reasons, so from now on while you are here we will
refer to you as Jed, not Officer Elroy.  It could cause
problems if you know what I mean."

"Certainly Sir, I understand, thank you Sir."

"Now that you are ready if you would like to join the other
guard the two of you can accompany Steve Edwards to the
interrogation room."

"Edwards, this way."

The two guards, one on each side took Edwards by the arm and
down the hall to the first interrogation room.

After seating Edwards at the table, the guards took their
position to either side behind him. Craig soon entered with
a folder under his arm and took the chair across from the
inductee.

"Steve Edwards is it?"

"Yeah, why am I here?"

"We'll get to that, from your record, I see that you have
two previous DWI's ?"

"So, what's it to you?"

"You were in court just yesterday?"

"What business is it of yours?"

"Oh, it is my business, it seems that you manage to slip
through the court system unharmed and then go right back out
and have too much to drink before you get behind the wheel.
You and who knows who else have been lucky so far.  People
like you usually cause an accident with fatalities.
Unfortunately for the other guy it is almost always them and
possible their loved ones if they are with them that end up
on the way to the morgue.  You end up walking away to do it
again another day."

"I still don't see where in the hell what I do is any of
your business!"

"I'm going to give you a chance."

"I don't want any of your fucking chances let me out of
here."

"Let's be rational, you've been convicted twice, you have
not even been sentenced on the second conviction and you
violated the law again tonight.  How much chance do you
think you will have in court now?  Besides now that we have
become aware of your case we find it imperative that you do
not have the opportunity to violate again.  So you can enter
our program voluntarily or we'll just arrange for something
a little more lasting to happen."

"What the hell do you mean a little more lasting, you can go
fuck yourself for all I care, I ain't volunteering for a
damn thing."

"Really?  And here I thought that with your college degree
you had some intelligence.  I guess we'll just have to
arrange a demonstration of what will happen if you don't
sign."

"What do mean what will happen?"

"Guards take Mr. Edwards to the Red Room I believe someone
is waiting for him there."
As Craig rose from the table the two guards assisted a
resistant Mr. Edwards from his seat.  As he came to a full
standing position, Craig reached across the table and
grabbing the front of Steve's shirt tore it from him. "I
don't believe you will need this where you are going."

"Get your fucking hands off of me," Steve shouted as he was
dragged down the hall to the Red Room.  As the door opened
he saw a frame standing in the center of a twenty foot
square room.  As the one guard led the way Jed quickly
followed suite and assisted in binding Steve's wrists and
ankles to the frame.  With a flick of a switch the
attachments pulled tight and Steve found himself stretched
and firmly secured.

"Since you would not even consider the alternative we'll
start with fifteen lashes.  Nothing will stop the fifteen.
At the end of them however, I will give you the option to
reconsider whether you would like another fifteen.  If you
would like to sign at that time we will discuss it.  It is
totally up to you.  I do warn you though I have all night,
and several men who can handle the whip to administer the
lashes.  I wouldn't want any of them to get overtired. And
you won't need these," Craig said as he slashed through
Steve's trousers and briefs allowing them to fall to the
floor. "Whip Master you will begin."

"SNAP!"

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww, " yelled Steve as the whip found it's way
to his mid-back, forcing every ounce of air from his lungs.
His mind exploded as a great flash appeared before his eyes,
momentarily blinding him as the pain began to sear through
his body.  Never in his life had he felt anything like what
he was now experiencing.

Jed jumped in place as the sound of the whip had connected
with Steve and the animalistic wail had come from him.

"SNAP!" sounded the second blow, sharp and crisp as a rifle
shot, a deafening assault on the ears of all in the room.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" cried Steve as the pain only intensified.
"I'll sign anything you want me to sign just stop he yelled
as tears began to streak down his face.

"SNAP!" echoed the third lash as it tore apart his skin and
blood was cast in an arc as the whip flashed through the air
and ridded itself of the substance it had drawn from it's
prey.

"Aggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," cried Steve as his
voice reached an even higher animalistic tone such as he had
never heard.  The realization that the sound was coming from
him was far overshadowed as the searing pain shoot through
his hips.  Each blow had been placed at a different location
on his body.  His entire being felt as if it was in the
bowels of hell and the all consuming fire was consuming him.

Each additional lash inflicted its anger as his voice grew
so hoarse he could make no sound other than the gasps of air
before the strike of the whip that seemed each time to force
every bit of air to expel from his lungs.  His chest was
rising and falling with each blow.  The tip of the whip bit
into his chest and turned his nipples a deep red then purple
as the whip master skillfully would land a blow to his mid-
back and have the whip wrap itself around to assault Steve
into higher agony.  A little higher and at the right angle
and the end of the whip caught and pulled the hair from
Steve's pits.  He was no longer in control of any of his
bodily functions and both his bowels and bladder had
released, adding to the pungent odor permeating the room.
Leather, sweat, blood, piss, and feces mingled into an
overbearing assault on the olfactory senses.  The sight of
the convulsions emanating from him, restrained by the
bindings and the sound of the whip brought Jed to a point
where he to felt he would lose control. He could feel the
bile rising in his throat as the lashes continued.

Soon fifteen strokes had been meted out.  The other guard
grabbed a hose and began to hose down both Steve and the
mess below him.  Steve appeared as if he had passed out but
was revived by the rush of the cold water as it hit him with
appreciable force.

Craig stepped forward and inquired,"Do you wish to sign the
forms now?"

With as much energy as Steve could commandeer, he slowly
nodded his head in agreement.

With a nod from Craig, the two guards removed Steve from the
frame and dragged him back to the interrogation room.

Upon entering Craig turned to Jed and informed him that they
would handle things from here for the moment and he was
needed in the next room.

Jed nodded and exited the room stepping just ten feet down
the corridor to the next door.
He opened it and stepped inside the empty room.

A moment later the door opened and Dale entered.

"Hello, Jed, my name is Dale Williams, please have a seat."

"Hi Dale, I was asked to assist in this room, what would you
like for me to do? I am here to observe what happens with a
new inductee," said Jed.

"I know, but Jed we have a problem," started Dale.

"A problem Sir?  How so?"

"I understand you brought your son with you a few times when
dropping off inductees?"

"Yes sir, and."

"I expect your son is aware of the program here?"

"Well yes Sir he is, I didn't think it would be any problem
he is at college."

"That is exactly the problem, you didn't think!"

"Sir, what?"

"You didn't think, you know the secrecy of this program and
yet you let a civilian become aware of what was going on
here and where the location is" continued Dale, his voice
rising in volume as he continued his tirade.

"But Sir, I'm sure my son wouldn't tell anyone, he knows how
important this is!" said Jed almost in tears.

"Well he has told someone who should not have been told, and
for that you will have to pay!" retorted Dale.

Pulling out a folder he had brought with him he laid the
papers in front of Jed.

"Voluntary servitude? Oh God why are you doing this to me?"

"At this point you have the option of signing, or getting a
real feeling of what Edwards just went through until you
decide to sign.  It is your choice.  You were informed how
important it was to maintain the confidentiality of this
facility and you violated that trust.  What is your
decision, you have thirty seconds to sign or be escorted
yourself to the Red Room."

"I'll sign, I'll sign, just please don't use the whip on me,
I could never stand it. My I have your pen? I'll sign now,
please just don't take me to the whip master."

"Good decision, now that I have your signature I'll give you
a moment to contemplate what you have done before the next
step in YOUR induction."

Jed held his head in his hands as tears began to flow.  His
body began to shake as he worried not only for himself but
also if something was to come to his son for his actions.
He should have known not to bring his son along those times.
He always shared things with his son; they had been close as
long as he could remember.  Jason always said he wanted to
follow his father into law enforcement; he was even studying
at school so he could get a better position than his father.
He never thought he was causing a problem, but he had heard
that the center dealt swiftly and painfully with anyone who
caused a problem.  Oh Gawd ! What had he done? Was he
jeopardizing his life as well as his son's?  He couldn't
bear to bring the wrath of the center down on his son, maybe
he could negotiate a deal.  They could do whatever they
wanted with him but would leave his son alone.

The door opened and Greg entered. "I understand you have
signed the papers for voluntary servitude, under the
circumstances I think you made a wise decision."

"Sir, may I ask one question please?" inquired Jed barely
able to speak through his tears.

"One question at this point, but I do not know if it will be
answered," responded Greg.

"Sir, may I take whatever punishment you may have in store
and beg that my son not be brought before your
organization?"

"Your son's status with this incident has not been
determined; I would suggest you put forth your best effort
to cooperate with the program, not only for your sake but
perhaps for your son's sake as well.  What will eventually
happen with him is yet to be determined.  You may or may not
be informed of what will transpire."

Jed felt as if his entire world was closing in around him.
As he felt himself spiraling downward all suddenly became
black as he passed out.

"Jed, wake up, we must proceed!"

He awoke to find Greg holding a vial of smelling salts under
his nose.  He shook his head as his consciousness returned
and he became once again aware of his location and
predicament.

"Stand up and strip!" ordered Greg.

Without hesitation Jed began to unbutton the shirt.  As each
button parted with its buttonhole, his hands continued to
tremble.  Though he could not cease the shaking of his body
he knew that the only chance he might have was to comply to
the fullest extent of his ability.  The shirt was removed
and folded neatly to lie upon the table.  Next he removed
his shoes and placed them next to the shirt.  As each sock
came off he placed it within a shoe.  Without hesitation he
unfastened his belt and carefully but quickly removed his
trousers careful not to disturb any of the contents of the
pockets.  After being neatly folded they were added to the
shirt.  He turned and looked to Greg placing his hands to
his sides.

"I said strip, that means everything!" demanded Greg.

With a deep red flushing his chest and face he placed his
thumbs into the sides of his briefs and pushed them down
over his hips, past his knees and then lifting one foot at a
time withdrew it from the briefs.  Soon they too were on the
stack of clothes.  Standing totally nude he lowered his
head, tears continued to fall as his humiliation only seemed
to increase and saturate his entire soul.

"The first thing you will learn is that as of now, you, and
your body and soul belong to me.  I will do with you as I
see fit.  When you address me you will refer to me as Sir.
I realize that through your police training you are
accustomed to the appropriate terms of address as you have
been using them this evening.  You will continue to do so or
feel the punishment earned in your failure. You will soon be
taken through induction and a number of things shall be done
to your body.  It is not that they are in and of them self
necessary, but are to firmly imbed in your mind that as of
now, I do have complete and total control.  You have no
choice in what will be done, when or how it is done.  Before
we begin you will, as my newest possession begin by being
examined, first by me and then later by others as I have
deemed fit to do so.  I want you up on the table on your
knees; put your shoulders to the table.  Spread your knees
apart so that you may be examined."

Jed moved as quickly as possible into position.  The red
flush covering his chest and face seemed to deepen and cover
his entire body as he forced himself to carry out the
instructions no matter the degree of shame and degradation
he felt.

As he settled into position Greg opened the folder he had
brought along.  After donning a pair of examination gloves
he dipped his finger into a jar of lube and with one
forceful thrust inserted his finger into Jed's anus.  As he
probed his finger in the warm moist cavity he located the
prostate and inserting a second finger, began to squeeze and
manipulate it.  The manipulation continued causing Jed to
become aroused.  A charged wave seemed to wash over his body
as he began to moan.  His penis extended becoming harder and
redder as veins seemed to pop out along the side of his
shaft and his precum started to flow from his piss slit.
The feelings of pleasure were countered as shame could only
rise to a greater level.  He had never felt such ecstasy,
and never at the hands of another man.  He loved his wife,
never since his teenage years had he ever even thought about
sex with anyone other than a woman.  He and his brother had
gone through the normal period of exploration of sex and
jacked off together but they had never touched each other.
What was wrong with him, how could he enjoy this so much?

While Greg tortured Jed's prostate with one hand the other
hand roamed about his body, rubbing and grasping his ass
cheeks, then under him lightly making way through his
treasure trail up the center to his chest, over to each
nipple, slowly circling each one then centering in rubbing,
then pinching each nipple in turn as they enlarged and
became harder and more prominent.  As his nipples were being
worked over, the sensations became greater and greater, his
dick throbbing as it seemed to beg for release.  Greg's
fingertips traced their way back down the center of the
chest and into the pubes, then circling around to explore
the perineum between the anus and the base of his dick.
Just as Jed thought he was about to explode, Greg removed
his fingers from the depths of Jed's ass and with the other
hand strangled the area at the top of his scrotum, yanking
down his balls and pulling him back just at the brink of
orgasm.  Jed's tears had turned to moans of pleasure and
once again they turned back to tears as he was prevented
from going over that edge to ecstasy. Grabbing a tape ruler
Greg measured the length and circumference of Jed's cock.

"Sit back on your heals with your knees apart and jack
yourself off!" ordered Greg.

Stunned that at forty years of age he was to jack himself
off in front of another man and ordered to do so, a look of
disbelief took over his face. Between his countenance and
his ever so slight hesitation, Greg stared right into his
eyes and said, "Ever bodily function is under my control,
you will do as I order, you are mine to do with as I please.
JACK OFF NOW!"

Jed's hand moved into position over his throbbing cock and
making a fist around it he began to move in his familiar
pattern.  Each time as his fist began to approach midpoint
he would rotate it slightly then on the return rotate again
simulating a figure eight, his other hand reached for his
scrotum as he cupped and massaged his balls, as he worked
his hand around them he stretched one finger back and as it
found its way into his rosebud he climaxed with shot after
shot expelling from his shaft as his body convulsed seeming
to push his semen from the outer edges of his body to his
abdomen where it was directed and propelled through his
shaft to fly high above the table only to fall back and
splat in front of him.  Volley after volley continued until
he was finally spent and fell backward on the table,
exhausted and fighting only to regain some semblance of
control over his being.

Greg picked up his pen, and beginning to write commented,
"Prostrate walnut size, hard in structure, ejaculate
voluminous, penis length nine and a quarter inches,
circumference six and a half inches, cut tight." He placed
one finger into the liquid on the table and brought it to
his mouth. "Ejaculate of moderate viscosity with a sweet
nutty taste."
Turning to a recovering Jed he instructed, "Get off of the
table and clean up your mess."

Jed moved from the table and then turned his head from side
to side to scan the room. "Is there a towel Sir to clean
with?"

"Lick it up you don't need a towel!"

Leaning over the table Jed began to clean the table; he
didn't know how his embarrassment could be any worse but
knew at that moment it had to be worsening.

"Follow me," said Greg as he started for the door.

Jed started to grab his clothes but Greg turned and said,
"You will no longer need those, leave them there."

They walked down the hall, Jed trying to cover his privates
with his hands.  Greg walking along side reached over and
flicked his hands away.  Jed moved his hands to his sides
and proceeded along the corridor.

They turned and entered a door labeled "Med Exam Room 1", as
the door closed behind them Jed looked about seeing what
seemed to be a standard doctors' exam room.

>From an adjoining room a white coated man entered and
instructed Jed to be seated on the exam table.  He proceeded
to do a standard examination, checking the ears, nose,
throat, eyes, listening to the chest etc. Jed was instructed
to stand and was checked for hernia, his testicles were
rolled in their sack as the doctor gauged their size and
consistency. He had Jed turn and lean over the table and he
continued with a prostate exam.  Reflexes were checked and
feet and legs were examined.  Seated back on the exam table
the doctor took a blood sample and turning to Greg informed
him that by morning they would have the results of the blood
work and would know if their were any diseases to be
concerned with but as was the standard operating procedure
Jed should be quarantined for the night until the tests were
returned.

Receiving a clean bill of health other than the blood
results which would be in my morning it was time to move on
to the next stage of induction.

The next room Jed was escorted to brought forth a feeling of
fear.  In the center of the room was a three foot by eight
foot frame suspended in midair on a pivot thru the center,
under it was a gurney with leather crisscrossing from one
end to the other.  Jed was instructed to lie down upon the
gurney as the tech and his assistant began to tether him to
the frame with the leather straps. A flat seemingly steel
bar was behind his lower back just above his waist covered
with leather while another leather strap wrapped over his
stomach and through loops on either side next to his waist
succeeding in firmly removing any mobility.  Additional
straps bound his wrists, ankles, knees and chest in such a
way that after the gurney was removed he could be rotated in
any position without his body moving within the frame.

The tech rotated his body into an upright position as if he
were standing before him. A dab of some type of gel was
applied to each of his nipples and then a small bulb was
attached.  As the tech squeezed the bulb it created a vacuum
on the nipples and forced them to again enlarge and become
more sensitive.  Meanwhile on the counter lie a branding
iron in what seemed to be a super-low cooling bath.  Jed had
heard of branding with a super cold iron, cooled by
nitrogen.  From what he knew they were just as painful but
healed faster and didn't give off the burnt skin odor when
being done.  They were just as permanent though and left a
cleaner brand.  Beyond any greater humiliation he could
possible suffer his blush had gone leaving a white cast of
fear across his body.  It seemed that all of his blood had
retreated from his skin.

Returning from the counter the tech approached Jed from the
rear and plunged the iron onto his right ass cheek.  The
super cold felt like fire as the tech held the iron there
for close to a minute before pulling it away.  Jed screamed
in agony as the pain made itself known.

The assistant removed the bulbs from the engorged nipples
and stepped away to allow the tech access.  As the tech
dabbed the area with some type of solution Jed experienced
fireworks in front of his eyes as the force of a paddle
landed squarely across his ass checks multiplying the pain
already there.  In the next instant a clamp bit down on his
left breast mashing his nipple to the thickness of a dime
and similar size.  Immediately following was a stab of pain
as a piercing needle made its way through the sensitive
tortured tissue and was pushed out as a two inch diameter
ring became its replacement.  Once the ring was fastened,
another blow of the paddle was felt, then another, and then
another.  Jed could not recognize the sounds coming from his
throat as he screamed in pain.  Then another clamp bit his
right nipple and the procedure repeated itself until he now
could feel the coolness of the metal rings on either side of
his breast pulling down on his nipples and lying against his
pec.

Before he could recover he felt an invasion in his ass.
Something large and cold but slimy seemed to be forcing its
way into him.  It was hard and ungiving. A ring was pulled
tight around the base of his dick and a mild tingle began to
course through him from his groin to his ass.  The intensity
was ever gradually increasing until it reached a crescendo
that went beyond pleasure to pain.  Once again his cock had
risen to attention and was throbbing and leaking his pre-
cum.  With a swab of some solution again he felt something
being shoved into the end of his dick.  A jab through the
underside sent his senses again beyond overload.  Within
moments the hand of the tech was removed and he could feel a
weight pulling on the end of his cock, weighing it down
towards the floor.  He had been given a heavy PA.  The
realization seemed to only further turn his world upside
down.

As he came back to his senses he heard the tech, "I should
tattoo your Slave Identification Number on you but there is
some question as to the number to be assigned.  I don't know
if you should get the next number in sequence or since the
previous one was on a slave that got sold overseas, perhaps
I should reuse that number.  For now I'll just write the
next one on a tag and attach it to you new tit ring. Once I
complete the scan of your hand print I think that will
suffice for tonight."

Fifteen minutes later the tech and assistant had managed to
release Jed from the frame, completed the scan, and called
for the guard.

The guard entered and placed cuffs on Jed wrists and led him
away.  Entering a shower room Jed saw two nude men approach.
"You can leave him with us, we can handle the cuffs."

One of the men took Jed by the cuffs and moved him just off
the corner of the room.   Attaching the cuffs to a hook
suspended from the ceiling he loosened up the slack and soon
had Jed suspended by his wrists his feet barely on the
floor.

Quick work with a pair of clippers and Jed lost the coat of
hair that had covered his body.  Even his head had met with
the clippers and his previous flat top was now reduced to
practically nothing.  His pubes had been trimmed to a slave
cut, an inch high and the width of his groin with the hair
no longer than an inch.  With shaving cream and a couple of
razors the two men soon had removed all hair from Jed's body
save the little stripe above his dick.  Even his eye brows
and eye lashes had been trimmed.  The razor in a single
swipe to each side had removed every hair or his previously
thick and prominent eye brows.  A shower followed and Jed
was led to his cell.

His cuffs were again attached to a chain from the ceiling
and he found that he could not do more than crouch down to a
squatting position.  The cell, actually a cage in which he
had been locked was only about four and a half feet tall,
certainly short of his six foot stature.  With his arms held
above his head he found it almost impossible to find any
comfort.  A single tube extended down from above his cage
providing him with some type of nourishment, he knew it
didn't taste like water but had to be something else.  There
was a hole in the floor within the limitation of his
movement and he could only presume its purpose was for his
bodily relief.  It would be a long night.  The pain,
humiliation, shame, and mixture of feelings he had
experienced tonight had taken him beyond any since of
reality he had ever experienced.  He truly was owned by
another.  He no longer had any control of what was to happen
to him.  At the moment only the fact that he could breath on
his own was left for him to control.  Anything else exceeded
his control.  For all he knew whether he lived or died was
no longer within his grasp.  He had no way of ending his own
life, but was only to aware that someone else could do just
that if they so desired, and he could do nothing to alter
it.

Sleep came but with great difficulty, his mind continued to
torment over what had happened in such a short time this
evening and overwhelming all else came the fear that his son
could come to a similar fate, all because of an error in his
judgment

Morning came only too early as he was awoken by a torrent of
cold water assaulting his body with the force of a million
needles. As his mind attempted to assess his situation the
shower stopped as quickly as it had started.  He was told to
consume more of the liquid from the tube as that was his
sustenance for this morning. Further instruction to shit and
piss reminded him of his level of degradation.  As soon as
he had completed his functions and not without a degree of
difficulty, he again felt the sting of the high pressured
hose as it worked its way around him cleaning not only his
cage but every inch of his body.

Prodded out of his cage and his cuffs removed, he was led to
a field where he became one of more than a hundred men,
staged looking towards a giant of a man in front of them,
his cousin Bill. He stood in position keeping his eyes
forward.  He could see a number of the other men.  He
noticed similar adornments on their bodies to his, nip
rings, PA's, and brandings.  The other men also had tattoos
of a number across the upper part of their arm.  He noticed
there were no tan lines, just a deep even tan and none of
the men had clothing of any kind.

The giant in front of them began to bellow out orders after
pulling one of the men to a position next to him.  Another
guard began to count out a cadence and each step of each
exercise was done in complete unison.  As soon as the first
exercise had begun Bill began to walk around the field
observing each man and their execution of the exercise.  The
slightest falter and the cane that he carried rained down
across the buttocks, thighs or back of the miscreant.  Jed
was struggling with a particular exercise and Bill took
position next to him and with each mismove the cane struck
yet another area of his body. Bill did not even acknowledge
his cousin.  Jed's full attention became focused on
perfecting each movement to the satisfaction of his
overseer.

After a good two hours and total exhaustion on Jed's part,
the session ended and while the men seemed to know where
they were to go, a guard seized Jed by the arm and directed
him back towards the building.

Entering the "Med Exam Room 1" once again Jed was instructed
to place his uncuffed hands behind his back.  A collar was
placed around his neck and then one hand at a time was
fastened to either side of the collar. Hands in place and
out of the way the doctor then reached forward and with a
snap fastened a metal collar just above his balls over his
scrotum.  The size of the collar constricted his ball sack
and forced his balls below it.  Another snap and a divider
was in place separating his balls as they were held away
from his body.  A dull and ever increasing ache began to
radiate from his testicles into his groin and up into his
stomach.  Had he eaten anything of real sustenance that
morning he was only too sure it would have come back up.

"Mr. Forester, this is the doctor, the blood tests for Jed
Elroy are back and he is completely clear, no STD's, HIV or
other indication of any problem."

"Good, I didn't think there would be a problem, have him
moved into the general population in Block C.  I don't want
any conversation with any other trainees.  Make that clear
to him before the move."

"Certainly, no problem sir."

"Jed, your tests are clear so we can move you into the
general population.  I will warn you though, you are going
to Block C, no conversation is allowed between trainees of
any kind.  If a single word is heard, both individuals, the
one speaking and the one spoken to will be punished. After
what you have already gone through I don't think you want to
experience that. Oh and by the way with your PA it will take
about six months to heal so you aren't in a position to do
any fucking.  Block C does allow for sexual activity and no
one can refuse.  If you are approached there will be no
discussion, the other person will simply initiate the act.
I think you are smart enough to understand what is being
requested. Should they be requesting that you fuck them you
will have to point to your PA, shake your head no and move
into position to rim them.  They all know the rules and that
should avoid any problems.  Remember though, say a work and
you will be punished."

His hands were again freed and the collar removed, he was
taken to a large dorm where he was assigned a mat to sleep
on.  At the end of the room it seemed lunch was being
served.  Falling in line he soon found that lunch consisted
of a bar of some type and water.  Being cautious not to
speak he took what he was offered and quickly wolfed it
down.  Making his way back to his mat he thought he would
finally get some much needed rest.  As he lay down on his
mat two other men approached.

One of the men appeared to be about thirty five years old,
over six feet tall, about a hundred and fifty pounds.  His
body was well toned, every muscle bulging, his waist quite
thin below wide and bulging shoulders.  His ass was muscular
as well, but high and tight, his cock led the way protruding
a good ten inches in front of him.  The hair above his dick
was a dusty blond and his eyes a bright iridescent blue.

The other man was a bit younger probably around twenty-nine
to thirty, about 5'10" and a little heavier build at about a
hundred and eighty pounds.  He appeared to be a wrestler or
football player with thick muscles covering his large frame.
The little hair left on his body was as black as it could be
and his eyes were a bright copper color with what appeared
to be flecks of gold that danced as the light reflected off
of them.   His dick was not as long as his partner probably
about seven to eight inches but it was the diameter of a
beer can, swollen and dripping as if it were a cold can of
beer and the condensation were running off of it on a hot
summer day.

Both men were covered in a layer of sweat that caused their
tans to only glisten as their muscles moved gracefully while
they strode closer to Jed.

Without a word the blond moved behind Jed and with his hands
on Jed's waist pulled him on his knees in front of him.  The
other man stepped in front of Jed and placing one hand on
each side of Jed's head beaconing him to swallow the shaft
in front of him.

As the monster cock in front of him started to disappear
into Jed's mouth the blond began ever so slowly to impale
his spear into Jed's ass.  In a matter of moments the blond
was long-stroking Jed, his moans being drown by the invader
buried in his mouth.  As one man would push in the other
would be pulling out, their movement in total
synchronization.  Jed felt as if he were about to explode as
the men increased the intensity of their thrusts.  Just at
the moment he thought he would come, Jed felt both men pull
completely out.  As he cried within with desire to go over
the edge the men switched positions and began again.  The
size of the cock at his rear was stretching him to the point
of pain.  Each thrust just as painful as the last until
suddenly, after a few minutes, the pain started to subside
and each thrust just made him feel full and for some reason
he could not fathom, satisfied.  In sync again he hurdled
higher and higher until he reached that point of supreme
ecstasy when his own dick shot forth with a force he
couldn't remember previously experiencing.  As his sphincter
clamped down from his orgasm the black haired hunk exploded
sending volley after of volley into his ass.  The blond
reached his point of no return and thrusting deep into Jed's
throat forced his nectar straight down into his stomach.
The cock had been buried so deep not a drop could be tasted
until, as the blond felt he was about to eject his final
blasts, he backed off just enough to land them in Jed's
mouth.  The amount being released was still sufficient to
fill his mouth and before Jed could even think to swallow,
he didn't know what he should do, the blond pulled himself
completely out and planted his lips over Jed's and began to
suck the precious cream from him.  When Jed parted his lips
under the pressure the blond forced his tongue through the
lips and exchanging spit for his own cream enticed Jed into
a battle of the tongues.

His mind, unable to hold a single continuous thought, felt
the withdrawal of the reamer in his ass and the sudden
replacement at his rosebud with another feeling, one he
could not describe.  The unknown feeling changed from a
moist licking to a fervent sucking then the intrusion of
what had to be a tongue.  As his hole was opened once again
he felt a pair of lips taking hold of him and vacuuming the
contents of his ass.  In his wildest dreams he could never
have imagined the feelings that poured over his body at that
moment.

Left on his mat, the two men disappeared as fast as they had
appeared.  He could only hope he would be undisturbed long
enough to rest.  He sorely needed to regain some strength.
His body was wracked from lack of sleep, exhausted from the
physical exertion he had been through and psychologically
flying from the experience he had just had.

Sleep came quickly but ended all too soon as he and all the
other men were herded off to a large class room.  The
speaker spent the following hour going over proper slave
behavior and what was to be expected of each and every
slave.   Topics covered included the proper honoring of a
master, appropriate responses, body positions, and
acceptable actions when in the presence of a master or
someone instructed to be addressed as Sir.   Following the
class they were all moved to another room.  In this room was
row after row of different types of exercise equipment.
Each row seemed to be a duplicate of the row next to it with
a series of different types of machines as one went from the
front to the back of the row.

Each man was stationed at a piece of equipment and placing
their hand on the control screen the equipment recognized
the individual and set itself for the proper parameters of
the exercise.

Jed was surprised to find the system recognized him and then
read out the intensity of the exercise, number of
repetitions he was to do, and any other pertinent
information.

The equipment soon signaled the start and each man began to
perform what was required of him.  As was the case in the
earlier session there were several supervisors walking
around the room giving encouragement in the form of a swipe
with a cane to any one not keeping up with his preset
program.

As completion was attained at each machine, each individual
in the row would move back one station with the last in the
row moving forward to the first machine.  Each change of
station brought them one step closer to the end of the
session.

When all repetitions were completed one of the supervisors
checked a computer screen and after consulting with the
other supervisors, two groups of five men were pulled to the
front of the room.

One group of five were praised for their top performance
overall on the machines today.

The other group of five, of which Jed found himself to be a
member, where promptly strapped over an odd item resembling
something like a sawhorse, but wider on the top covered with
a pad, and Velcro on the legs allowing their wrists, arms,
knees, and ankles to be fastened in such as way that their
asses were elevated and their legs separated with their
balls and cocks fully in view.  After being fastened down
the other group of five men took positions, one behind each
horse, and upon the proper signal with one great thrust,
forced themselves into the ass before them.  With all the
vigor they could muster in their celebration of victory,
they thrust themselves in and out without abandon raping the
victim at their mercy.

As each man recovered from his ejaculations he stepped aside
to allow a supervisor to take his position and with tawse in
hand begin his reign of terror on the asscrack, balls, and
cock of the unlucky bastard bound by his unsuccessful and
pitiful achievements in the exercise session.

The result of the ball spreader and separator Jed had been
forced to endure only served to intensify the effects of the
assault.

Jed retuned to Block C but not without some assistance.  It
took all the energy he could summon to get through the line
and receive his bars of food and cup of water.  A few of the
other men helped him to the shower and got him sudsed down
and cleaned then returned to his mat for some sleep.

An hour later he was again awoken from a deep sleep and
escorted to yet another room where he was met by Greg.

"You have been here just about twenty-four hours now, who is
your master?" asked Greg.

"Sir, you are Sir," replied Jed, humbly.

"Do you understand the ramifications of your actions?"

"Sir, Yes Sir, I am sorry that I went against your wishes
Sir, What can I do Sir to make things right Sir?"

"I just wonder if you are truly sorry or just trying to
avoid punishment?" asked Greg.

"Sir, I am truly sorry Sir, is there anything I can do Sir
to show you how I feel?"

"You claimed to be straight before coming here did you not?"

"Sir, Yes Sir, I had never had any relations with a man
before yesterday Sir."

"And to do so was sickening to you, was it not?"

"Sir, Yes Sir,"

"And now?"

"Sir I have found myself to enjoy it Sir, I have felt more
enjoyment than ever before as I have brought pleasure to
others Sir."

"And would you want to bring pleasure to me?" asked Greg.

"Sir, Oh Yes Sir if that would be your wish I would be
honored Sir"

"Get over here on your knees then and honor me."

Jed took his position in front of Greg bowing his head as he
awaited instructions.

"You may pay homage"

Jed reached up and pulling down the tab of his fly tenderly
reached in and extracted Greg's cock from the confines of
his trousers.  He then leaned forward and placed a single
kiss to the glans.  Bowing he kissed the right foot and then
putting his head on the floor lifted the same foot and
placed in on his head.

Greg lifted his foot off of Jed's head and told him to rise.
As Jed rose Greg placed his hand upon his shoulder signaling
for him to return to the kneeling position.  Jed looked up
into Greg's eyes and with his own eyes asked for permission.
With a nod of the head Greg granted permission and Jed
leaned forward and began to service Greg.  He licked along
the shaft, circled the glans and then encompassed the entire
cock, gingerly working his tongue around the PA and
gradually took it down his throat until his nose was buried
in the pubes before him.  He worked his way up and down the
shaft until Greg finally erupted within him.  Ever so gently
Jed cleaned him and replaced his cock within his trousers
and redid the fly.

Greg then left the room instructing a guard to return Jed to
his mat in Block C.

The next morning Jed awoke to find another man cleaning his
privates with his tongue.  As he awoke the man lifted his
legs and continued to lick his way back to Jed's anus.
Though he sorely needed to relieve himself Jed reached
orgasm and covered the man's back with his own nectar as he
was being rimmed and Jed shot over his head and along the
man's spine.

He had awoke to a feeling of physical pleasure.  His mental
attitude was unlike any he remembered.  He no longer had any
other worries other than doing what was expected of him.
His every effort could be focused on the task at hand,
nothing else mattered.  He had no concerns for money, bills,
or any other responsibilities.  Though the possible
situation with his son could be of concern he realized that
he no longer had any control, it would pain him greatly if
anything happened to his son due to his actions but he could
not help the situation at this point.  What will happen will
happen.

His day went very similarly to the previous one as far as
exercise sessions and a class.  In the afternoon session
with the exercise equipment he managed not to be one of the
five to receive punishment, but he didn't make it as one of
the five to be exulted either.  Under the circumstances that
was fine with him.

He was involved in several more encounters and witnessed a
violation of rules.  Two men in another area of their block
had spoken.  The guards swiftly grabbed both of them and
twenty lashes with a cane were administered without
hesitation.  The men's backs, asses and upper thighs had red
welts evenly spaced and they were unable to lie on their
backs that afternoon.  It would probably be several days
before they could do so.

Following the last meal of the day Jed was again summoned
and taken to an interrogation room.  As he entered the room
he felt he was about to faint.  Sitting on one side of the
table across from Craig was Jason his son.

"Jed, how nice of you to join us," said Craig as he could
see Jed gasping for breath trying to remain in control of
his senses.

"Sir, yes Sir, thank you Sir," replied Jed afraid to say
anything else for fear of reprisal.

"Dad, what happened to you?" asked Jason.

Jed remained bowed looking at a spot on the floor.

"Jason, we have a bit of a problem," said Craig. "It seems
that your father brought you here several times and told you
of the program."

"Yes he did, but what does that have to do with anything,
what has happened to my Dad?"

"It is imperative that no one else know about the program
here, anyone connected participates with a vow of secrecy,
your Dad violated that vow in telling you.  It would have
not been so bad except you did not keep it to yourself and
passed it on to someone else."

"Oh shit, did I cause this to happen to my Dad?" asked Jason
as he scanned his father's changed body.

"Yes, in a way you did."

"Is there any thing I can do, please will you release him?
Dad why aren't you saying anything?"

"Jason, he has learned his lessons well and knows that
unless I give him permission to speak he must remain silent.
I understand you are majoring in Law Enforcement?"

"Yes Sir, I want to follow the family tradition. Or at least
I thought so up to now."

"Good, your family has actually produced some very fine
officers.  I would hope with proper training you would also
excel."

"But Sir, what has happened to my Dad?"

"He was curious about what happened to inductees after he
would leave them here.  With the screw-up that he caused we
decided it was necessary to get across just how serious we
are here in dealing with problems."

"Why was I brought here Sir?"

"Well you became part of the problem when you repeated
information you should not have known in the first place."

"But that was my mistake, why has my Dad been punished for
it?"

"Because he made the first mistake, without his, you would
not have been able to make yours."

"Am I to be treated as he was?"

"That depends on you?"

"On me sir, what do you want me to do?" asked Jason.

"You have how much time left at school before you graduate?"

"I have the spring semester; I am a senior this year."

"And what do you plan to do when you graduate?"

"I was hoping to apply to the Phoenix PD and get on like my
Dad and Grandfather and Uncle, Sir,"

"Would you consider something different?"

"Such as what Sir, if it will help my Dad I'll certainly
try,"

"I don't think you would find it too bad, would you be
interested in coming to work for the center?"

"For the center, Sir?"

"Yes, we would discuss your responsibilities later but for
now we would agree to a contract where as soon as you
graduate you would come to work here."

"I'd be glad to but, what does that have to do with Dad?"

"Let me explain, first of all you must not say anything else
to anyone about the center.  As an employee you would be
held to a code of ethics and approved procedures, violation
of any facet could put you in a position such as you find
your father right now.  If you can agree to these terms and
your father can also do so, as well as to a special contract
that we will prepare for him, he will have the choice to
return to the Phoenix PD or come on board here as well."

"I will agree Sir, may my father speak sir?"

"Jed you may answer, are you willing to abide by such a
contract and restriction?"

"Yes Sir, of course Sir, may I ask a question Sir?" said Jed
as his enthusiasm seemed to be increasing.

"Yes go ahead what did you want to ask?"

"Does that mean I would be released Sir? Would I be able to
continue to serve you working for the center?"

"Are you agreeable to such terms, Jason and Jed?"

"Yes Sir, if you please Sir" answered Jed without
hesitation.

"Of course, I would not only have a job, but it seems, help
to rectify the problem I caused for my Dad," said Jason

"Good I'll have the contracts brought in." said Craig.

"Sir, how am I going to explain the branding Sir?"

"What branding Dad?"

"The one here," said Jed as he pointed to his hip.

"There isn't any brand there Dad, what are you talking
about?" asked Jason.

"Jed, you felt a very cold iron against your skin.  It was
cold enough to cause pain but not enough to alter the skin.
We hoped this couple of days could straighten things out and
we didn't want to do anything that would permanently alter
you.  As far as the rings you can take them out and heal
over or even change sizes if you would want to have perhaps
smaller ones. The confusion over the SIN was so that we
could make you think we were just delaying the tattoo.  We
didn't really want to do it, again because we didn't want to
do anything that wasn't easily reversible. That's also why
we had to put you in Block C, no mirrors exist there and
with out communication allowed we could keep you form
finding out that you didn't have a brand."

"Dale, would you come in here please and bring the folder
with you."

"Here you are sir, everything per your request."

"First of all just to let you know, Dale is one of the
trainees, he was an attorney before his induction and after
finishing the program has been kept on staff.  Here is the
document you signed; I assure you this is the only copy.  We
will see to it that it is shredded.  Now here are the two
contracts, one if you wish to continue with the Phoenix PD
and one if you wish to come on board with us here.  Which
shall it be?"

"All things considered I think it would be better if I came
to work for the center Sir, if that would be your
preference, I'll honor your decision Sir."

"I'm glad to hear you answer that way; I think we will be
able to offer you a very fulfilling position within the
center. So, if you will sign this one, we'll get things
taken care of."

"Sir, thank you sir" said Jed as he signed the contract.

"Jason, here is a contract for you.  The first part of the
contract stipulates your complete silence from here on as to
anything concerning the center even to its existence.  The
second part outlines that we will offer you a position upon
graduation and stipulates a starting minimum starting
salary."

"Wow, isn't that more than what Phoenix PD pays you now
Dad?" said Jason as he turned the contract to his Dad and
pointed to the figure."

"Yes son but take a look at this," he replied as he turned
his contract towards his son and pointed to his new salary.

"I hope you will both be very satisfied. Jed, you have had a
taste of the first forty-eight hours of what happens to an
inductee.  Remember each of them come in here with an
alcohol problem.  Our goal is to rid them of that problem.
I would imagine you can now see that with our methods,
though extreme, we take them to hell and back and leave no
room for alcoholism. There are several other steps to which
you were not introduced, each inductee goes through them as
well, all designed to insure our total success.

I believe the clothes you arrived in are being held in the
locker room for you, I'll let you and Jason go there and you
can get dressed. Someone will also be there to help with the
removal of the ball stretcher. Then I would like for you do
join us for dinner.  I'm sure after Jason being pulled from
campus this afternoon to come here and what you have been
fed with the slave bars you would both appreciate a regular
meal."

"Sir, yes Sir, that we would, Thank you Sir," replied Jed.
"By the way sir would there be any possibility of seeing
Bill?  He is my cousin Sir, and he didn't even recognize me
as he laid into me with that cane."

"He will be with us at dinner, but just remember he was
given his instructions and as head of our physical and
psychological training programs it was imperative that he
ignore any relation to you and treat you as he would any
other inductee in the program if we were to have you go so
quickly through training to the point we wanted to achieve."

"Sir, thank you Sir, I will remember what you have said Sir"

"Dad can we go get you ready?" asked Jason. "I'm starved
now."

Jed and Jason left the room for the locker room, with their
arms around each others waists.

"Dale, I wasn't planning on it so soon but I think I know
how to handle the boys when they get home Wednesday.  I'll
discuss things with you and Bill later.  The boys are going
to get their ringing by next week-end and a real eye-opener
while we're at it."

"I'll bet they will Sir, I bet they will."

To be continued

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