Date: Thu, 10 May 2012 16:14:06 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mark's worst nightmare pt. 2

			  MARK'S WORST NIGHTMARE
				  Part 2

The viewing room was frightening when Mark was led in the next morning. He
had been showered, but told he would keep all his hair until his new master
decided what he wanted done.

A foot restraint was fitted and he was secured to a ring in the floor. The
doors were opened and the prospective buyers were brought in. Mark noticed
Hugh's father amongst them with an overseer from the slave training
facility. They split up to inspect the slaves and marked a brochure as they
picked the ones they wanted. The main requirement appeared to be a large
cock. The overseer approached Mark, looked at the brochure before walking
all round him and then feeling all his body before starting to jack him. He
blushed almost scarlet as he felt himself reacting. It got even more
embarrassing as the overseer made him suck a finger before sliding it down
his crack and then into his ass. He tried to move away but there was no
play in his restraints.

"Calm down boy, assume display and don't move or I'll have you paddled."

The finger in his ass was hitting his prostate so he got a good solid
erection, and what an erection. Nine inches and pretty.

"You'll do boy, I'll see you at slave training."

Mark realised then that Hugh would have him as a slave. He wondered if it
would get him any privileges or would he really make him suck and be fucked
by him several times a day.

Hugh's father left the overseer to sort things and left so Hugh would not
know about him until he saw him in the slave training facility. Bidding was
brisk, but all the term slaves were knocked down for low prices. Mark was
in a batch of six who were displayed together on stage. They were all made
to play with themselves to get an erection. Any that couldn't, and Mark was
one of those, were helped with a finger up their ass. Mark was blushing
furiously but eventually made it. Bidding completed and once again his
wrists were cuffed to his collar. He hated this exposure without control.

By lunch time Mark, along with the other five in his bid bunch, and an odd
one who, he found out later was destined for the kitchen as a chef, were in
the facility, they were lined up and a band was fitted to each of them on
their upper arm, with a number on it. They were told their numbers and
informed that they had lost their names and would be referred to by their
number until they were sold or freed.

"When the Slave Manager enters you are all to stand at display." The
supervisor showed them. "Make sure you keep your head up and look the boss
in the eye when he comes to inspect you, do not turn your heads to follow
his movements, eyes front at all times. He doesn't want a load of pussy
boys. He will want you to be fit healthy young men able to give good head,
be good fucks and please the guests that you serve or service."

He giggled at his own sense of humour, serve and service, he thought that
was funny.

"Whenever you are addressed by a free man you reply `yes Sir yes, or no Sir
no', as appropriate. You never speak first and you never ask questions. You
obey every order given to you immediately, if you hesitate, refuse to obey
or move without being ordered you will be punished. Punishment is with a
paddle, a cane or a whip depending on the severity of your misdemeanour, if
you are very lucky punishment will only be with a spanking glove, but the
boss is the only one who ever uses that. Now is the only time you will be
allowed to speak so any questions."

"I'm not a faggot Sir, will I still have to do things like sucking, and
letting someone fuck me?"

"Yes, definitely. You will be trained to pleasure guests sexually. You will
be enthusiastic whether you are straight or a faggot, you will be punished
if you fail."

Mark knew this but still wondered if Hugh would make his life easier. He
didn't have to wait long to find out. He heard the door close and from his
peripheral vision soon picked up Hugh moving towards the line of new
slaves. He was third in the line and watched as Hugh inspected each slave
carefully, he brought them to a full erection by playing with them and
sticking a finger in their ass's.

Hugh had seen Mark the second he looked down the line of new slaves, the
hair being the big giveaway. He felt his heart beat increase rapidly and he
had to turn away for a moment to adjust his cock, which had gone into
overdrive hard. He spent an unusual amount of time looking at paper work
presented to him to give himself time to calm down and then he started his
usual routine. He deliberately didn't look at Mark until he was stood
directly in front of him. He had made sure that he could maintain a totally
impassive look. He carried out the same inspection on Mark that he had on
all the others. Feeling Mark's cock and balls, and being able to slide a
finger in his man cunt, knowing that he would soon be able to fuck him
properly had him oozing pre-cum. He looked at the number on Mark's armband
before stepping back and taking a long look at the superb cock he had just
brought to erection.

"Details on number 50 please Jay."

The overseer opened Mark's folder.

"Caucasian male, 18 years old. DUI, five years slavery, class 1."

Hugh's eyes shot open wide.

"Are you sure Jay, class 1 is for life slaves."

"That's what it says here, the only exception is you can't cut his vocal
chords. You can brand him, castrate him, stub him, any and all body
decorations are permitted."

"Mmm, I wouldn't mind stubbing him. If I could cut his off and transplant
it to mine I probably would. I'll think about castration. We've never been
able to do that before. I'll get dad to canvass the guests to see if any of
them would like a boy with no balls."

Of course he wasn't being serious but he was saying it for effect. He
looked at Mark again and saw the tears coursing down his cheeks and then he
whispered, Jay heard it and gasped.

"I thought you loved me."

Jay looked at his boss, not knowing what to say. Hugh had to recover the
high ground now.

"Were they all warned about talking out of turn?"

"Yes Boss."

"Very well, punishment for 50, twenty with the paddle."

Jay told Mark to step forward, and was about to grab him when Hugh stopped
him.

"No wait, I think I will take charge of this slave's training, Jay, so I'll
take a spanking glove. I'll carry out the punishment over my knees."

Jay and Hugh both knew that an over the knee punishment in front of other
slaves was the most humiliating. Once in position Hugh finally did what he
had tried to avoid. Looking at Mark's gorgeous butt he had an orgasm, it
felt like he had emptied his balls. He was sure Mark would have felt the
hard on and the pulsing as he came. He had Marks legs spread wide before he
started to stroke his butt.

"Listen up the remainder of you. This slave spoke out of turn. The
punishment he is going to get is the mildest we administer here in the
training centre. If you want to avoid any of this then look and learn
rapidly."

Hugh then gave Mark twenty hard slaps. The spanking glove gave a similar
feeling to a bare hand but didn't cause the spanker any distress meaning he
kept the same power in all strokes. Mark didn't murmur but the look on his
face when he was stood up and the tears pouring out of the now very
frightened eyes were testament to the pain. Jay held him steady and Hugh
started stroking his butt again. That was when Mark showed the pain he
felt. He squealed like a pig until the stroking eventually became erotic
and he sprung a boner. He was mortified as everyone was now positioned to
see it clearly.

"I want this slave in training room 1, Jay, I'll take charge of him."

He looked at the other slaves and picked the one with the largest cock.

"Put that one in with him and remove all collars and restraints. The gold
chain and bracelet are for 50 to show he is my toy."

Training room 1 was actually a reasonably comfortable bed-sit, like a hotel
suite and was normally used to train boys who were nearly finished their
training and just needed to learn how to make a guest feel good.

"Alright 50, I want you to sit on the sofa, fist yourself to a good solid
erection. 48, you do the same but remain standing."

When both boys were erect Hugh took a camera and started taking pictures as
he issued instructions.

"50, lick 48's cock and get it nice and wet, then take the head in your
mouth and swab it with your tongue. You are to maintain your own
erection. I want to see what I have lusted after for the past six years."

48 looked surprised. Mark looked at Hugh and wondered how he could have
been so wrong about his best friend. Hugh blanched the look was pure hate.

"Don't ever look me in the eyes again 50 or I'll have you whipped."

Hugh found it so difficult to remain focussed after that look but
determined to render even more pain and humiliation on his former best
friend.

"I want you to gradually swallow all of 48's cock. Your gag reflex will
kick in, master it, breath through your nose, take a deep breath each time
before you go fully down on him. Now use your hands and play with him, but
keep your own cock hard."

Hugh really got into the swing then and was delighted when he saw 48
getting ready to cum.

"I want you to swallow all of 48's jism 50, or I'll give you twenty with a
cane."

The first complete humiliation of his best friend followed. 48 appeared to
cum forever making it obvious to Hugh that Mark was struggling to swallow
it all.

"Very good 50, now keep sucking it gently to make sure you have all his
jism as he goes soft."  Hugh watched. He was fully erect again thinking of
his future with Mark.

"Tell me about your blowjob 48."

48 stood up straight, panting as he calmed down from his orgasm.

"Awesome Sir, the best I've ever had."

"How many have you had before?"

"Not sure Sir, about twenty."

"Why was 50 the best?"

"I guess because he was a boy and finished the job Sir, girls aren't very
good and never take you all the way."

Hugh nearly fell over laughing. "So my new little cock sucker is better
than girls. Well done 50, keep up the good work. Have you done much fucking
48?"

"Yes Sir, yes."

"Well, in that case I might let you be the one to partner 50 most often and
see if he is a better fuck than your girlfriends."

Mark kept his face averted, but Hugh heard the sobs. It wrenched at his
heart, he did love Mark so much but had no idea how to handle him now that
he was a slave. He quickly left the room and told Jay to collect 48 and 50.

"50 is to be kept isolated, under no circumstances is anyone to touch
him. I'm going to take his cherry."

Hugh ran for his private quarters, stripped rapidly and dove into a hot
shower. He washed the cum off his body viciously and cried his eyes out. On
the way back to the hotel he had time to think. `I have to clear things
with dad. I can't keep humiliating Mark, I want to make love to him, but I
have to break him first.

"Dad, can we talk?"

"Of course, Son, I always have time for you."

"One of the new slaves is Mark, my best friend."

Dad was mouth agape. "Oh shit, what do you want to do?"

"I want to break him to slave behaviour with regard to sex, but then can I
treat him special, protect him from the worst excesses of the guests even
if I can't withdraw him from the programme completely?"

"Of course you can. I know he is a valuable commodity but I don't suppose
we'll go broke for the sake of one slave."

"You might change your mind when you hear, he is in class 1, our only
restriction is that we can't sever his vocal chords. We can castrate him
and stub him and I know some of our kinkier guests would pay a fortune to
fuck a guy with no cock and balls."

"I'll have to think about this, but I promise I will make no decision
without talking to you."

Hugh hugged his father, "I love him so much Dad, I don't know what to do."

"Don't worry son, we'll sort it."

Hugh went to bed early that night but couldn't sleep and cried again as he
thought about Mark. He looked and felt jaded when he walked into the
training centre the next morning.

"I'll take 48 and 50, Jay."

"Ok Boss"

Jay watched as Hugh walked to training room 1, then he smiled. He and the
other trainers had pulled Mark out of his cell and questioned him that
evening.

"You know the boss, 50?"

"Yes sir, yes."

"You were lovers?"

Mark's eyes flew open wide. "No sir, no, best friends."

"But he loves you?"

Mark looked gutted and the tears came again, "I thought so, Sir."

Jay nodded he had enough information. He guessed he really would have to be
careful around this new boy with the delicious cock and cute ass, but he
was going to have another look and feel. One day he hoped to slide his cock
in there.

"Ok 50, I want you to display, bend over, and then use your hands to spread
your ass cheeks."

Mark was about to refuse until he remembered the spanking. He could expect
worse if he disobeyed and he didn't like pain, so he did. The hands that
stroked his butt felt ok, but the finger that slid down his crack and then
pushed into him made him cry. The second finger made him gasp. When Jay
started to finger fuck him he blushed with embarrassment because Jay was
hitting his prostate and that made him hard. It went on long enough for him
to cum, blushing even more with the acute embarrassment.

"Good boy, now lap up all your cum from the floor."

Mark was crying as hard as he ever had in his life as he licked up his own
jism. He was taken back to his cell where he cried himself to sleep.