Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2007 03:51:57 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Office Boy - Part 9

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emptor.

Office Boy -- Chapter 22

The handlers grabbed Troy under his arms and pulled him off of
Jake.  Then Scarpelli ordered Jake to clean Troy's dick.  He
crawled to him and took his softening cock in his mouth.  He used
his tongue to clean the plummy head and felt the blood filling the
shaft again.  Then he used his lips and tongue to clean the mucus
and cum off Troy's stiffening column of flesh and the naked balls
that hung at the base.
He murmured as he ministered "Thank you Sir.  Thank you for
letting him fucking me.  Thank you Sir."
Finally, Jake licked the mucus and slime away from Troy's
denuded pubes and luxuriated in the feel of the silky skin on his
tongue and lips.  Troy looked down at this man whom he'd
delighted in calling "Master" with confusion and bewilderment on
his face.  What was he to make of this?  Jake had been like a god
to him.  He'd given his life purpose and meaning.  And now, this
strong, decisive man was kneeling at his feet, licking away the
remains of his fuck and saying "Thank you"! He stared at Jake and
shook his head slowly.
All this wasn't lost on Mr.  Scarpelli who stood back and laughed.
"What's the matter boy?  Don't you know what to make of this big,
tough master?  Look at him; crawling on the floor licking the slime
off your cock that you just had in his ass.  He's lower than you are!
He's nothing but a faggot slave.  At least he can be trained to suck
cock and give a good fuck.  We'll turn him into another cunt-boy,
just like you.  Then, maybe when I'm finished with you both, I'll sell
you as a matched set.  Without any hair on your bodies, you do
look kind of similar, come to think of it.  Useless shits!  Take them
away boys and lock them in their kennel.  You know what to do.
Bring them back to me when they're completely trained so I can
get some idea of their value to me.  Get them out of here!"
The handlers snapped leashes onto Jake's and Troy's collars,
pushed them to their hands and knees and led them away.  Both
slaves hung their heads as they crawled down the halls; Jake from
humiliation and shame, Troy from profound bewilderment and
confusion.  The overseers took them back to their cell and opened
the door.  "Inside" they were ordered and encouraged with swats
to their butts.  When they were just inside the door they were
commanded to stop.  The leashes were detached from their
collars and the chains linked to the pipes on the floor were
fastened in place.  That done, they each received a slap on the
ass and the door clanged shut and the lights went out.
Troy felt his way across the floor and sank down, leaning against
the wall.  Then in the darkness, he felt Jake's hands on him.  He
tried to pull away but Jake held onto his hand.
"Please Troy, please.  Don't pull away from me" Jake begged him.
"I don't know what to think" Troy cried.  "You were my master.
You were everything to me.  I loved you and adored you.  You
were my world.  And now you're begging Scarpelli and even me to
fuck you!  What's happened to you?  You're not the man I loved!"
Jake was quiet a moment, but he held onto Troy's hand.  "No...
No, I'm not the man you loved.  But that man is still part of me."
"What do you mean?  Still part of you?"
"I've found out that I'm more than that and less than that.  I've
found a part of myself that I didn't know existed.  See, I'd always
been a top.  I thought that was just the way it was; you were either
a top or a bottom.  But what Scarpelli forced me to realize is that I
can be both.  I found out that I also like to surrender to another
and lose all control.  And I found out that I love surrendering to
you.  I love you Troy, I trust you.  And I know that as long as you
love me back, we'll be OK.  Please Troy, please; tell me you love
me."
"I'm not sure...  I'm mixed up..."
"Well at least tell me you don't hate me or despise me...  Please?"
"No, I don't hate you.  But it's going to take me some time to work
this out.  And that's if Scarpelli gives us any time.  Frankly, I don't
look forward to what I think he has in mind for us."
"Yeah, you're right.  I've never seen him so pissed, so irrational.
He's always been a straightforward kind of man.  He seems to
have gone off the deep end this time."
At that moment, there was a resounding clang as someone struck
the metal door with a metal bar.  "Shut up in there, dogs.  I'm tired
of your yapping.  You'd better get some sleep while you can.
Morning comes early here!"
Their ears were still ringing from the noise as the slumped to the
floor and closed their eyes.

Office Boy -- Chapter 23

They were awakened when the bright lights came on in their cell.
Then food and water dishes were shoved through a slot at the
bottom of the door.
A voice came through the door: "Eat and drink with your hands
behind your backs.  And don't try anything, because we have a
camera on you and we'll take it out of your hides is you disobey!"
Jake and Troy were too hungry and thirsty to be dismayed at this.
They crawled over to the dishes and, placing their hands behind
their backs as ordered, buried their faces in the food bowls.
Breakfast was cold oatmeal with fruit mixed in.  At least it was
nourishing and it looked like Scarpelli didn't intend that they should
starve.  Jake realized that he was still a business man; it wouldn't
make sense to waste his investment by trying to sell a couple of
emaciated slaves.  He might abuse them, but he'd still try to keep
them healthy.
They wolfed down the food and sucked down the water and felt
somewhat revived.  When they were finished, they sat back up on
their haunches, licking their lips with their eyes on the door.
They didn't have long to wait.  In a few minutes, the low door
clanged open and they could see their keepers' legs.  "Present!"
came the order.  Jake and Troy crawled to the door and presented
their backsides as commanded, thrusting their asses through the
door and into the corridor as far as the chains around their necks
would permit them to stretch.  Their keepers unlocked the chains
from their collars, snapped on leashes and moved down the hall at
a trot, encouraging the two crawling slaves with riding crops
applied to their asses.
They were led down the hall, were turned right and left and finally
stopped in front of a door.  One of the keepers unlocked the door
and swung it open.  They led Jake and Troy into a room with
chains and manacles hanging from the ceiling.  There were
medical examination tables, gurneys, a sling, a bathtub, a St.
Andrew's cross and closed cabinets.
The keepers unhooked the leashes from the slaves' collars and
swung them across their asses.  Jake and Troy knew better than
to yell, but they couldn't suppress their grunts of pain.  The chains
left bright red welts across their white skin.  Then, the keepers
came and stood on either side of Jake.  "On your back!" he was
ordered.  When he complied, each keeper took an arm and a leg,
picked him up off the floor and carried him to one of the
examination tables.  They laid him on it.  They placed his feet in
the stirrups and bound them with bandages.  Then they wrapped
bandages around his wrists and tied them to hooks at the side of
the table.  They pulled a leather belt over his waist and fastened it
to the table as well.  Next, a belt was placed round his forehead
and fastened to hooks on the surface of the table: he was
completely immobilized.  One of the keepers pinched his nipples
and rolled them till they were erect cones to which he fastened a
pair of tit clamps, joined by a chain.  Then a leather lanyard was
wrapped around the head of his stiffening cock and pulled tight.
Finally, the end of the lanyard was tied to the chain connecting the
tit clamps, pulling his cock up against his abdomen.  In response
to the pain, Jake's cock began to leak pre-cum onto his belly.
The keeper standing over Jake laughed and slapped his clamped
right tit, causing Jake to hiss from the pain.
"We've got us a natural here.  He really gets off on punishment.
We should have a lot of fun over the next couple of weeks."
The other keeper laughed as well.  He picked Troy up off the floor
and pulled him over to the St.  Andrew's.  He buckled leather
restraints around his wrists and ankles and hooked him to the
cross.  Then he also fastened tit clamps onto Troy's already erect
nippless, wrapped a lanyard around his cock and tied his tits and
cock together, pulling his dick up flat against his belly.  He moved
over to a peg board and retrieved a leather object from it.  He
returned to Troy and ordered him to open his mouth into which he
pushed a leather cock-gag, which he buckled behind Troy's head.
"Now you can enjoy the show and look forward to your turn," he
said and slapped one of Troy's clamped nipples.
The keepers, whose names were Steve and Mike, went about the
rest of their preparations.  The slaves could see them pulling
things out of cabinets and drawers, running water and laying
objects on a wheeled tray.  When they were apparently finished,
they wheeled the trolley over to the examination table on which
Jake was bound.
"Now, we'll get started with your conditioning, in earnest," Mike
said.
Mike and Steve were clothed identically in leather jocks and
harnesses that crisscrossed their furred torsos.  Mike had dark
hair on his head and chest and clear, green eyes.  Steve was
blond, with reddish fur on his pecs and dark brown eyes with a
killer smile.  Jake thought that in other circumstances, he would
have loved getting Steve alone.  Each of them had a ring piercing
his right tit and the outline of the rings piercing their PAs showed
through their jocks.  They had laced, calf-high boots on their feet.
Mike pulled an IV stand over and set it next to the examination
table.  From it, he hung a rubber enema bag.
"I'm sure you're familiar with this aphrodisiac enema," he said as
he inserted the nozzle into Jake's exposed anus.  "You've
probably used it on your boys and should be familiar with its
affects."
With that, he released the valve and Jake felt the warmth filling his
gut and spreading throughout his body.  His cock throbbed in
response to the tingling feeling flooding upwards and pulled
against the tit-clamps, shooting pain through his chest, which only
aroused him even more.  He whimpered with desire and lust.
When the bag was empty, Mike pulled the nozzle out and quickly
shoved a greased butt-plug into Jake's hole to trap the solution
inside.  As Jake's mind began to float, visions of hard cocks and
hairy chests swam through his consciousness.  His mouth began
to water as he imagined sucking on those dicks and nipples.  He
imagined himself dwarfed by these phalluses and tits, sucking on
them for all he was worth, for his very breath.  In his dream, he
opened his eyes, and the cock was Troy's cock.  Fill me Troy.
Make me your own, like you're mine!
As Jake lay there, lost in lust, Mike turned to the cart, took a
rubber tourniquet from it and wrapped it around Jake's bicep, just
above the elbow.  The slight pain got Jake's attention and he
looked up at Mike as the images cleared from his mind.  Mike held
up a syringe and grinned down at him.
"Now boy, we're going to have some special fun.  This needle is
loaded with sodium pentothal; truth serum.  I'm going to inject you
and when you're under, we're going to find out what's really on
your mind.  What're you really afraid of?  What do you most
desire.  All kinds of good stuff like that.  Sound like fun, boy?"
Jake just looked at him with an anxious expression on his face.
Mike slapped him soundly with his free hand.  "I asked you a
question boy.  Does this sound like fun?" he yelled.
"Yes Sir.  Sounds like fun, Sir."
"That's better.  Make sure you answer when you're asked a direct
question.  Understand?"
"Yes Sir.  I understand Sir.  Thank you Sir."
Mike fingered Jake's arm, looking for a vein.  "Make a fist boy", he
ordered.
Jake had no choice but to comply.  When he'd found a vein, Mike
inserted the needle and slowly injected the fluid into Jake's arm.
Jake felt a burning sensation and a warmth that spread up his arm
and moved to his head.  He began to feel drowsy and the images
of cocks and chests began to swim through his imagination again.
He was aware that Mike was speaking to him.
"Are you feeling sleepy boy?  Eyes getting heavy?  Seeing those
cocks and bodies?"
"Yesss Ssssirrr.  Iiii'mmm ssooo sssleeeepy Sssir."
"That's fine boy.  Just close your eyes and...."
As Troy watched, wide-eyed, from where he hung suspended,
Jake closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply.  Mike and
Steve hovered over him and began to talk quietly to him and Jake
apparently answered their questions because Troy could hear his
slurred speech.
Twenty minutes went by and the two handlers stood upright and
moved away from Jake's sleeping form.  Steve wheeled a gurney
over and they removed the restraints tying Jake to the examination
table and rolled him onto his back on the gurney.  Moving with
quick efficiency, they buckled leather restraints on his wrists,
upper arms and ankles, which they then hooked onto the gurney.
They rolled Jake to a corner of the room and came toward Troy.
Steve unhooked him from the cross and, using his cock as a lead,
pulled him toward the examination table.  Since his cock was still
connected to the clamps on his nipples, they bit fiercely into his
tortured tits as Steve pulled on his dick.  Troy tried to pull away,
but Steve jerked his cock to pull him closer and held him by his
balls, staring into his fear-filled eyes.
"Do you want to lose these boy?  We can do that if you give us
trouble.  Mr.  Scarpelli wouldn't be happy, but he'd understand.  He
can still sell you as a gelding.  He has some clients in the Middle
East who are willing to pay a lot for white geldings.  And if you give
us any more trouble, we can cut your cock off too.  Is that what
you want boy?  You won't like what those sheiks do to neutered
white boys"
'No Sir.  Please Sir.  I'm sorry.  It won't happen again Sir" Troy
cried.
"You betcha it won't, cause if it does, I'll have to find some other
part of your body to hold onto, cause these babies'll be gone!"
Troy stopped resisting and they picked him up as they had Jake
and laid him on the examination table.  It felt so strange to be
handled like a dumb animal or a piece of meat.  He realized he
had no say in what they were going to do with him now.  And it
seemed that he would never again have a say.  They bound his
feet into the stirrups, hooked the restraints on his wrists into the
hooks on the side of the exam table and placed the leather belts
across his abdomen and forehead.  Just as Jake had been, he too
was completely immobilized.  Then Steve hung a full enema bag
on the IV stand, inserted the nozzle into his anus and released the
valve.  The solution flowed into Troy's gut, spreading that tingling
warmth throughout his belly and groin.  Images of erect penises
and furry, muscled chests began to swim through his
consciousness.  And there was Jake, his Jake: God, what a
beautiful man.  How he wanted Jake to take him!
His erotic reverie was interrupted by the pinch on his bicep of the
tourniquet being wrapped around his arm.
"Make a fist," came the order.
Troy complied.  He felt the stick of the needle as it was inserted
into his vein.  Then a burning, which faded to warmth and moved
up his arm and into his head.  He was overcome with dizziness
and felt suddenly drowsy.
"How're you feeling, boy?  Sleepy?  Do you feel good, boy?"
"Yessss Ssssirr.  Iiiii feeelll fffine," Troy slurred out.
"Good boy", the voice called from far away.  "Now tell us.  What
happened to you when ..."
Troy heard the question and went into his memories trying to
remember; trying to help this kind voice.  Trying, trying...

Office Boy -- Chapter 24

The room was spinning as Troy opened his eyes and squinted at
the bright lights.  He was back in the cell, chained to the pipe on
the floor.  He groaned and rolled over and got up on his hands and
knees.  Immediately, he felt sick to his stomach and crawled to the
drain in the corner.  When he'd finished heaving he shook his
head and looked around.  Jake was slumped against the wall and
seemed to be asleep.  As Troy stared at him, Jake opened his
eyes and looked back.
"That stuff was wicked," Jake rasped.  "I was sick too.  Drink a little
water and come sit here by me and rest.  I don't know what they
have planned, but I hope they leave us alone for a while.  I thought
I was going to heave my guts out."
Troy nodded, took a drink of water and rinsed his mouth and spit it
into the drain.  Then he took another drink and swallowed it and
began to feel a little better.  He started to drink some more.
"No, no, not too much," Jake warned him.  "You need to go easy.
I've seen this stuff used before and you need to give your insides
a chance to recover.  Just come and sit here by me."
Troy crawled across the floor and sank down with his head on
Jake's chest.
"Jake?"
"Yes Troy?"
"I think I understand; at least I'm beginning to."
"You understand how I could beg to be fucked?  How I could
submit to another man?  Even to you?"
"Yes.  I think I'm figuring it out.  One thing I know is, when I was
drugged, in with everything else that was going through my brain,
you were there.  The strong, handsome man I love.  I could always
see you.  And I knew that I loved you and always will.  No matter
what."
"Thank you Troy.  You were with me too.  I love you.  Since the
first day I saw you, I knew this was meant to be and nothing
Scarpelli can do will end my love for you.  Not as long as I live."
Troy looked up into Jake's deep blue eyes and reached up to grab
his head.  He pulled him down and they kissed, their beards
scraping together.  To kiss another man; to kiss this man: that was
heaven.  They remained like that for a long time.  Finally, they
pulled apart.
"Let's have another drink and get some sleep," Jake said.
They sipped from the bowl and lay down on the floor, spooned
together, Troy in front, Jake in back, and closed their eyes and
slept.
***
Jake awoke with a start.  Everything was quiet.  The usual noises
of the building had ceased and darkness shrouded the cell.  His
arm was around Troy's chest and he could feel the beating of his
heart and the rising and falling of his love's breathing.  He felt the
heavy ring in Troy's right nipple and felt his own pressed into his
flesh where he held Troy close to his body.  His dick was in Troy's
ass crack and Troy murmured and wriggled against it in his sleep,
seeming to seek to pull it into himself.  Jake smiled.  In spite of
their circumstances, they were together, holding onto each other.
What more could a man want?  Jake stared into the darkness as
his eyes closed and he drifted away again.

Office Boy -- Chapter 25

The lights came on with a clang and the cell door flew open.
"Get your asses out here and present!" they were ordered.
They disentangled themselves and crawled to the door, backing
up to it, as the chains necessitated, and presenting their backsides
to the hall.  The chains were unlocked from their collars, leashes
were snapped in place and Mike and Steve led them down the
hall.  They entered the "Training Room" and assumed the
"Presentation Position" as required; on their knees, legs spread,
hands behind their backs, eyes on the floor.
"You boys are doing well.  You learn quickly.  Of course, you've
had a good teacher, haven't you boy?"
This was addressed to Troy who responded obediently "Yes Sir.
The very best Sir."
This earned him a resounding slap across the face.
"Don't get uppity, slave.  You still have a lot to learn that your
former master didn't teach you.  Doesn't he, boy?" This to Jake.
"Yes Sir," he responded quietly, eyes still on the floor.
"There, you see.  You might learn more from this slave than you
did from your master, boy."
"Yes Sir.  Thank you Sir," Troy answered, eyes downcast.
"Now" said Steve.  "I think it's time for our early morning workout.
Let's start with some leg work.  Come on, both of you.  Up!"
Jake and Troy rose and moved to where Steve was standing.
There were two short tripods sitting on the floor, each about a foot
high.  Mounted on top of each was a greased dildo, about eight
inches long, with an electrical wire coming out the bottom of it and
running behind a cabinet.  Steve pulled each of the slaves so that
he stood straddling the dildo.  Then he forced their legs apart and
pulled their leashes down, hooking them to eye-hooks in the floor.
This forced them to bend their legs until the dildo was just at the
entrance to their ass chutes.
"Now, here's the exercise.  You'll do one hundred squats, lowering
yourselves until the dildos are all the way in and then rising as
high as the chains will allow.  Mike and I will be behind you,
encouraging you and observing your progress.  If one of you stops
or fails to make the full count, the other one will be punished.  Any
questions?"
"No Sir!" the slaves answered in unison.
"Good.  Ready?  Then go!"
Troy was somewhat used to this type of exercise.  He'd done
squats at the gym regularly.  And he'd learned to take it up the ass
with ease by now.  So he lowered himself onto the dildo, willing his
sphincter and his muscles to permit it entry into his gut.  He
descended until he felt the top of the tripod on which the dildo was
mounted, pressing against his asshole.
For Jake, it wasn't so easy.  Yes, he was in good condition for a
man in his forties, but he didn't do squats regularly and he wasn't
yet accustomed to this invasion.  He felt the searing pain as the
head of the cock pushed through his tight sphincter.  It felt like he
was being torn apart as he lowered himself on the shaft.  He
groaned at the pain as the dong pushed its way up into his anus.
Every inch was torture.  Finally, he felt the top of the tripod and
breathed a sigh of relief.  Then he felt a lash on his back.
"Come on.  Get moving.  We don't have all day."
Mike and Steve were lashing the two slaves urging them on.  Jake
and Troy pushed up until they reached the maximum extent of
their leashes, with the dildos just outside their holes, and began
the process all over again.  After several cycles, Jake's chute
began to relax and accept the penetration.  And his cock began to
rise as the artificial penis filled his gut and massaged his prostate.
Up and down; in and out.  The two slaves fucked themselves on
the dildos.  Suddenly, the plastic cocks began to vibrate.  Troy and
Jake moaned as their already hard cocks throbbed, pumping pre-
cum onto the floor.
"Just be sure that you don't come unless you're given permission,"
Mike warned as he continued flogging their backs and asses.
Jake was sweating heavily from the pain and exertion as he lifted
up and lowered himself on the vibrating prick.  45, 46, 47, 48...
His legs were beginning to tremble from the exertion and the
arousal.  He didn't know how much more he could do.  55, 56, 57,
58...59...  He could hardly raise himself again and his legs
quivered fiercely as he struggled to lift himself yet again.  66...
67...  68...  Suddenly his legs collapsed and he fell on the tripod
and tumbled onto the floor, howling like a wounded animal as his
legs cramped and jerked and the dildo lodged in his ass chute.
Troy stood there frozen, aghast.
Mike roughly pulled the dildo out of Jake's ass and hauled him to
his feet.  The handlers dragged him over to where a pair of leather
manacles hung from chains in the ceiling.  These they fastened
onto Jake's wrists.  Mike flipped a switch, activating a winch that
pulled the chains toward the ceiling.  He stopped it when Jake was
standing on tip-toe.
Mike grabbed his face and, looking into his eyes said, "We told
you that one of you would be punished if the other one failed.
Now you get to see what we do to this other slave because of your
failure.  Hope you enjoy it."
They went to Troy and unhooked his leash from the floor.  They
pulled him to a metal frame and tied him to it by his hands and
feet, spread-eagling him.  Then they brought two narrow,
rectangular metal plates, each with a half-circle cut in it.  They fit
one into the frame with the half-circle under Troy's cock and balls.
The other they placed above it and slid it down till it rested on the
bottom plate, it's matching half-circle on top of his genitals.  His
cock and balls were trapped in stocks.  Mike grabbed a cat with
metal tips while Steve took a smaller cat, obviously designed to
punish the penis.
"No!" Jake yelled.  "Don't do that to him.  Punish me.  Beat me.
I'm the one who failed!"
"You should've thought of that before you gave out," they laughed
at him, and, drawing back, swung at Troy's back and genitals.
The blows landed simultaneously.  Troy screamed as the metal-
tipped cat bit into his back, drawing blood.  And he jerked against
the stocks from the pain of the cat lashing his cock and balls only
to slam back against it in reaction to having his genitals nearly
jerked off, or so it felt.  And his cock began to rise.  Again and
again the blows fell till blood was running down Troy's back and
sides and his hard dick was angry scarlet from the punishment it
was receiving.  His face was wet with tears and his voice was raw
from screaming.  Jake's face was also streaked with tears; tears of
remorse and pain as he watched the man he loved being
mercilessly beaten.
Finally, the beating stopped.  They unfastened Troy from the
stocks around his genitals and unshackled his feet and hands.  He
collapsed to the floor.  When they'd released Jake, he ran to Troy,
knelt beside him and cradled his head in his hands.  As Jake
stroked his face and hair, Troy groaned and wept.  His back was a
mass of welts and bleeding wounds.  Jake bent his head to kiss
Troy and his hand brushed Troy's back.  Troy cried out in pain and
Jake cried and apologized over and over for his failure.
Their tormentors pulled Jake off Troy and snapped a leash around
his collar.  Steve picked Troy up and slung him over his back like a
rag doll.  Then they took them back to their cell.  Jake was chained
as usual.  But Steve carefully lowered Troy to the floor.  Troy
groaned and rolled onto his belly.  Soon after the trainers left, food
was pushed under the door and Jake tried to get Troy to eat a
little.  Troy took a little food and some water and collapsed into a
pained sleep.

Office Boy -- Chapter 26

The next time the door opened (was it the next day?  Who knew?),
only Jake was taken out.  Troy was not yet in any condition to be
worked.  Jake was forced to repeat the "squat-fuck" exercises.
This time he barely managed to reach one hundred.  Thinking of
what Troy had gone through because of his previous failure
helped him to struggle on, since he didn't know whether or not
they might take it out on Troy again and another such beating
might kill him.
Jake was subjected to cock-sucking exercises designed to train
him to open his throat and please a man.  In principle, he knew
what must be done, but he didn't yet have the practice that would
give him the required control, though he was learning fast.  He
was started on Steve's eight-inch dick and when he'd overcome
his gag reflex, graduated to Mike's ten-incher.  Eventually, when
he felt Mike's regulation-trimmed pubic hairs against his nose, he
felt he'd succeeded at something.  Troy's suffering on his account
was never out of his mind, after all.
After each day's conditioning, Jake was marched (always in his
hands and knees) back to their cell where he would look after
Troy, heedless of his own aching muscles and flogged skin.  Troy
was beginning to recover well as Jake rubbed special ointment on
his wounds.  They'd given this to him to make sure Troy healed
without scarring.  At night, they would sleep huddled against one
another, now with Troy in back, since he couldn't take Jake
touching his back.  And Jake would rest peacefully with Troy's
sometimes firm, sometimes soft dick nestled between his legs.
After several days of training, Jake had gotten much better at
performing as his trainers expected.  And Troy had much
improved.  His back was healing nicely.  In the morning, the cell
door clanged open and the order came: "Present! Both of you!
Now!" Jake and Troy looked at each other anxiously and quickly
complied.
The two slaves were led into the training room again.  But there
was something new this time.  Besides two gurneys were two
large boxes that looked like over-sized coffins.  They were about
eight feet long, three feet high and three feet wide.  Each had a
hinged lid that was opened.  The slaves were each, in turn
unchained and picked up from the floor.  The handlers placed
them on their backs on the gurneys so that they were toe to toe.
The surface of each gurney was tilted so that they could see one
another's naked bodies.  Jake realized that Troy's hair was
beginning to grow back and realized that his own was as well.
The stubble made him itch all over, but especially where one
stubbly surface touched another, such as under his arms or his
groin.  Then he noticed that they'd been laid on top of open leather
body sacks and suddenly felt uneasy.  Mike began to work on him
and Steve went to work on Troy.  Because of the tilt they could
watch the same operation being performed on the other as was
happening to them.
First, each handler lifted the slave's legs, greased his hole and
inserted a butt-plug into his ass.  Then Mike picked up Jake's feet
and pulled the bottom of the body sack over them.  He pulled the
sack's opening more closely together and laced it up to the point
where Jake's cock and balls were still exposed.  Jake saw that
Troy was similarly encased in leather.  Then Mike took his hands
and placed each into a sleeve sewn onto the side of the sack.
Then continuing above Jake's cock and balls, Mike resumed
lacing the body sack up until it closed around Jake's neck.  Then
he went back to Jake's feet and tightened the laces all the way up
to the top.  As he felt the sack tightening around him, constricting
him, Jake's breath became more rapid and he started to sweat.
He looked down and noticed that only his genitals were still
exposed, as were Troy's.  Next, the two handlers unsnapped
openings on the sacks that exposed the slaves tits.  Jake tried to
shift his body and found that he was completely immobilized; he
couldn't even move his fingers.  A rising wave of panic began to
sweep through his body and mind.  He looked across at Troy and
saw the same panic mirrored in his eyes.  How did they know that
this type of bondage would have such an affect on them both?
"You might be wondering how we knew which buttons to punch to
push you both over the edge," Mike asked snidely.  "Let's cut to
the videotape.  Steve."
Steve used a remote to flip on a monitor and an image of a
drugged Jake being interrogated flickered on the screen.
"You're a boy Jakey.  A little boy.  How old are you?"
"Ten," came the distant reply.
"What do you really hate?  What makes you crazy?  What makes
you panic?"
"I can't move.  My brothers grabbed me and wrapped me up in a
blanket and shoved me under the bed.  I can't move.  Help me!
Let me go!  Let me go!  Help me, somebody.  Help!"
As Jake watched the video, his stomach churned and the felt the
panic rising in his throat.
The video image flickered and was replace by a picture of a
similarly drugged Troy.
"Troy.  Such a good little boy, Troy.  How big are you Troy?"
"I just turned seven."
"Such a big boy.  Is there anything that really scares you?  You're
such a big boy!"
"I'm not afraid of anything!  Just don't tie me up."
"Why not Troy?  What don't you like about it?"
"I hate it when I can't move anything.  A big boy next door did that
to me.  We were playing cowboys and Indians.  He tied me to a
tree.  I couldn't move anything.  Then he went indoors and left me.
I was so scared.  It was hours before Daddy came to find me a let
me go.  I was so scared.  Don't tie me up, please!"
Mike pointed the remote at the monitor and switched it off.
"Now isn't that convenient?  You're both scared shitless of the
same thing.  So you can enjoy each other's torture.  Pretty soon,
you won't be able to see each other, but it should be a comfort to
know that your fellow-slave is going through the same experience.
Not that you'll care much!" Mike laughed and nodded to Steve.

Office Boy -- Chapter 27

The handlers placed leather masks over the slaves' heads and
snapped them in place.  There were holes in the masks for their
eyes, noses and mouths.  Each of them could feel something
padded pressing against their ears.  "Mouths open!" came the
order.  The bound slaves complied and their mouths were filled
with cock-shaped gags.  Jake could see that there was a tube
coming out of Troy's gag and assumed there was one in his as
well.  He breathed through his mouth and confirmed that there was
an opening in the rubber dong.  Next, Steve and Mike removed the
slaves' nipple rings and fixed suction cups onto their tits and slid
sheathes over their cocks and balls.  All of this attention had
helped to distract the slaves from their circumstances, but that
wasn't to last much longer.
Mike and Steve picked Jake up and carried him to one of the
boxes and lowered him inside it.  But when they released him, he
wasn't resting on the bottom of the box.  No, he was weightless,
as though he were in space.  Suddenly, he thought back to a
television science program he'd seen and began to tremble.
Because he remembered that an experiment had been performed
where volunteers were placed in sensory deprivation tanks and
eventually became temporarily psychotic.  And he began to really
be afraid.  His total inability to move exacerbated the fear.  He
knew that Troy was likewise placed in the other tank.
Mike and Steve busied themselves attaching wires and tubes to
the two leather-encased slaves and then closed the lids to the
tanks, leaving them alone in the dark without sound or sight.  Jake
thought of Troy, bound as he was, in the tank next to him.  At least
they were close together.  He tried to project his thoughts to Troy,
tried to communicate with him by sheer force of willpower.  He
didn't know whether it could work, but he felt better knowing that
Troy was there.  And Troy was doing the same, alone in his
isolation.
"Jake," he thought, over and over; "Jake, I'm here.  I know you're
there for me."
Time had no more meaning to them as they floated there.  They
saw nothing, they heard nothing, they felt nothing.  Their minds,
sooner or later, began to drift away.  Then, who knew how much
later, Jake tried to move and could not.  He strove mightily and
couldn't move a muscle.  He began to breath more rapidly as the
panic started to rise again.
Suddenly, he saw movement in front of him, coalescing out of the
darkness.  It began to look like sticks and grass moving.  But as
the images grew sharper, he saw spiders in front of him; huge
hairy spiders crawling toward him.  His mind was seized with
terror.  He tried to get loose from his bonds and began to scream
into the gag.  He thrashed his body in a vain attempt to break free
so that he could flee from the spiders.  But he couldn't move.  And
the spiders came on and on.  He could feel their legs on his body.
He screamed and screamed, lost in his terror.  Then he heard a
calm, soothing voice.
"It's all right slave.  Don't be afraid.  It's all right," the voice
soothed.  "Go away spiders!" the voice ordered, and the spiders
disappeared.  And Jake began to cry with relief.
The voice continued: "I have saved you slave.  I saved you from
destruction.  You're mine now.  You're my slave.  Do you
understand?"
Jake affirmed his understanding through the gag.
"You are a slave.  You will be known only as slave or J38.  J38.  Is
that clear?"
J38 affirmed his understanding.  He felt only gratitude to this voice
for saving him from the spiders.  Then he felt liquid flowing through
the cock in his mouth and swallowed.
"That's a good slave.  That's good, J38.  That's a good boy.
Swallow the rohypnol.  It will make you feel happy and relaxed.
You're relaxing, J38.  You're listening to my voice and relaxing.
You have no purpose in life but to serve your masters sexually.  Is
that clear J38?"
J38 did his utmost to say "Yes Sir, thank You Sir."
He hoped the Master understood him.  He hoped the Master knew
how grateful he was.  He relaxed into the haze that was fogging
his mind and his desire to serve.
Before his eyes appeared images of what he knew to be himself,
sucking and being fucked by the man he knew to be his Master.
He was tall and strong and had a beautiful pelt of salt-and-pepper
fur on his chest.  J38 knew that his name was Mr. Scarpelli.  But
J38 knew him as "Master".  J38 was being beaten and begging for
more.  As he viewed these images, with his mind focusing on how
to please his Master, he felt a vibration in his ass and suction on
his nipples and genitals.  It felt so good.  Too good! He was about
to come.
But Master spoke to him: "Don't you come now, J38.  You can
come only when I give you permission.  Your life belongs to me.
Your cum belongs to me.  Your tits and ass and dick belong to me.
Your mouth belongs to me.  Don't you dare come J38 or I'll be
unhappy.  You wouldn't want me to be unhappy would you?"
"No Master.  Please don't be unhappy Master.  I'm sorry, Master."
Of course all that came out of J38's mouth was animal noises.  But
his Master understood and was pleased.  And he told J38 he was
pleased.  And J38 was glad.  Again and again, for several hours,
J38 was brought close to orgasm and told that he couldn't come.
And each time, he got better and better at making his Master
happy as he extended his discipline and control.  Not self-control.
He no longer needed to control himself.  His Master was now in
control! He was slave J38 and his sole purpose was to make
Master happy.

To be continued.