Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2009 08:38:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jake Ward <nakedrabbit819@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sex Toy Enslavement  Ch. 13

Disclaimer: The following is an original work of fiction that contains
graphic depictions of sexual activities and erotic abuse between males.
All characters are portrayed as being over 18 years of age, as you should
be to read this.  If you aren't, or if such material is offensive to you or
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	All rights are reserved by the author.  Please download for
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	This story is fiction...........I think.


AUTHOR'S NOTE:
	I thought the readers might enjoy knowing that the inspiration for
the twins came from a young submissive in Canada.  The physical description
of the twins is as close as I can make it to the reality........right down
to the dimples.  I want to thank this young slave for being my inspiration
for these characters, and I hope you enjoy what happens to them.


	As the story continues we'll be dropping in on several scenes at a
time so I'm providing a list of primary characters for quick and easy
reference.  As they become involved in the story you can quickly scroll up
to remember who they are in case you come across a number which may not be
as easy to remember as a name.


	115 (Matt Forest): 23 yo, 6'2", 195, 9" uncut, Anglo, athletic
build, blond hair and blue eyes, straight, single unattached guy getting
his life started.  (Wearing ball weights)
	The Doctor: 41yo, 6'1", 185, Anglo, well defined, short salt and
pepper hair and blue eyes, sadist that has developed a way to profit from
his sadism.
	Trainer: 37yo, 6'4", 215, 10" uncut, Anglo/Latino, muscular but not
bulky, dark hair and eyes, sadist that has worked for the Doctor for years
running his training stable, hoping to become a partner.
	Mr. Watts: 31yo, 5'11", 170, 7" cut, Anglo, athlectic build, dark
hair and brown eyes, loves his job scouting for new slaves.

	Slaves:
	  99: 22 yo, 5'8", 175, 6" cut, Anglo, muscular, dark hair and blue
eyes, straight, captive for 6 months.
	101: 21 yo, 6'4", 225, 12" uncut, Black, heavily musceled, black
hair and brown eyes, straight, captive 5 1/2 months.
	103: 23 yo, 6'2", 195, 8" uncut, Latino, tall slender and well
defined, black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive just over
			5 months.
	104: 22 yo, 6'2", 190, 7" cut, Anglo, swimmer's build, brown hair
and eyes, gay, captive just under 5 months.
	105: 24 yo, 5'8", 165, 6" cut, Iranian, slighter build but very
well defined, black hair and eyes, straight, captive 4 1/2
			months.  (Wearing ball weights)
	107: 19 yo, 5'9", 165, 8" uncut, Latino (Captured illegal),
athletic build, brown hair and eyes, straight, captive 3 1/2
			months.  (Wearing ball weights)
	109: 23 yo, 6'1", 190, 10" uncut, Black (Ebony), slightly muscular
and well defined, straight, captive just over 2 months.
	112: 21 yo, 6', 180, 9" cut, Anglo (darkly handsome features),
athletic build and well defined with attractive body hair, straight,
captive about 6 weeks.
	113: 24 yo, 6', 190, 5" cut, Asian, slender but muscular build,
black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive almost 1 month.  (Wearing ball
weights)
	116: 23 yo, 5'11", 185, 7" cut, Anglo, tight swimmer's build with
well defined chest and abs, red hair and green eyes, straight?
	117A: 18 yo, 5'10", 170, 7" uncut, Latino (Captured illegal),
athletic defined build, brown hair and eyes, straight.
	117B: Twin......ditto
	XX (Holt): 28 yo, 6'2", 200, 7.5" uncut, Anglo, muscular, blond
hair and blue eyes, straight, former Boss, now slave.
	Radar: 30 yo, 5'11", 175, 7" cut, Anglo, muscular, well defined,
black hair and green eyes, straight, the Doctor's
			personal slave, captive for 10 years.

	Bosses:
	Murphy: 32 yo, 6'2", 200, 7.5" uncut, Anglo, muscular, dark
features and hairy chest, straight, employed 3 years.
	Willis: 33 yo, 6'1", 205, 7" cut, Black, muscular, black hair and
eyes, gay, employed 3.5 years.
	Martin: 31 yo, 6'3", 215, 8" uncut, Anglo, very muscular, lt. brown
hair and green eyes, straight, employed 2.5 years.
	Samuels: 34 yo, 6'2", 205, 8" cut, Anglo, muscular, blond hair and
green eyes, gay, employed 2 years.
	Jackson: 33 yo, 6'4", 210, 8" uncut, Anglo, very muscular, brown
and brown, straight, employed 3 years.
	Williams: 29 yo, 6'1", 195, 7.5" cut, Anglo, well defined and cut,
brown and brown, straight, special project employee.

	Buyers:
	Mr. X: Late 40's, 5'7", 195 (pudgy), Anglo, balding, computer
genius.  Bought 104 (making into she/he).
	Mr. Y: Early 50's, 5'9", 190 (average build), Anglo, thinning gray
hair, Wall Street genius.  Bought XX and 105.


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			    Sex Toy Enslavement

				Chapter 13

				  Part 1

			 (Trainer Works With 116)


	Trainer was feeling wonderful, rested and relaxed.  Taking
yesterday off and riding the Harley along the rural back roads for the day
had really done the trick, and the young man at the diner had been just the
kind of diversion that he enjoyed on such occassions.  You never knew what
you'd find on the open road, that was always one of the attractions for
him, and he hadn't been able to get out for quite awhile.  However, this
time, the Doctor had insisted that Trainer get away for a day.  He'd seen
the signs of exhaustion and he knew that Trainer was carrying a heavier
load than ususal, and he had been right.  Trainer looked much more relaxed,
much more himself, he carried his command as a prize, not a burden.

	After the welcoming ceremony for the twins, which had lasted longer
than usual for the simple reason that there were two slaves that had to be
fucked by all the slaves, Trainer had realized himself that he needed a
break.  The ceremony, which usually stimulated him because it was an
opportunity to work with all the slaves at the same time, to see their
interaction, and simply enjoy being in a room of beautiful men filled with
sexual energy.  And this time should have been even more intense as he was
witnessing everything in stereo as the twins held onto each others hands on
either side of the large post and couldn't see, but only hear the screams
of their brother on the other side of the post.  When it was finished they
were both weeping and clinging to each other's hands while cum oozed out of
their ravaged cunt holes down their inner thighs.  It was what happened
next that was worse than all the pain and humiliation that proceeded it.

	Benito was released from his restraints on the post and walked
around to the side where his brother was still restrained.

	"I want to introduce you to your slave brother," Trainer said to
Benito.  "I realize that you've been brothers all your lives, but now you
are slave brothers, just like you are with all the other slaves here, and
just as they have received each of you, so you now will receive each other.
99 get over here and get A ready to welcome his new slave brother," Trainer
growled, and 99 ran to A, fell on its knees and began to stimulate A's
beautiful cock.  A was trying to back away as he realized what Tainer
meant, but was held in place by Murphy who had come up behind him.

	A had been crying for the past hour from the pain he was having to
endure, now his tears were fresh and had only to do with the horror of what
was about to happen.  He began to mutter to Trainer, "Please Sir, please,"
as he shook his head "no."

	"What, reluctant to follow a command slave," Trainer asked?  "Well,
let's see if we can encourage you in that and refresh your memory," and
before A realized what was happening, his brother, B, was screaming in
agony while he struggled to free himself from the post and get the burning
collar off his neck.  Of course none of that was happening, but his body
was contorting and his muscles were straining as he struggled to find
relief.  His screams resounded in the room and hit A particularly hard,
since he knew he had caused his brother that agony by not submitting to
Trainer, but to submit also meant pain, damn them all, there was no good
choice.  There was only the choice between pains, what kind of choice was
that?  Either way, he was going to hurt his brother, but he chose that he
would not hurt him again like that if he could help it.  Benjamin had not
screamed like that while he was being fucked.  This scream was primal, and
Benito knew the agony of the burning collar.  He would not be the cause of
that again.

	A stopped begging as he felt 99 finish bringing his erection to
full mast.  He was hard and ready, and the Boss behind him began to push
him toward his brother.  99 helped to put his steel hard cock at his
brothers dripping door, and that door was now well lubricated with the cum
that saturated it.  Finally, with a last shove from the Boss he was fully
inside his brother.  In one motion he had violated another taboo.  His cock
was fully inside his brother's ass, and now the whipping started which
caused him to jerk in and out of his brothers tight but moist cunt.

	"Harder bitch, fuck him harder," Murphy shouted at A as he
continued to use a belt on A's now reddening ass.  "Let him know you're
ecstatic about him being a slave brother..........like all the other slave
brothers you both now have.  Fuck him good, bitch."

	A wrapped his arms as far as he could around the post which brought
him as close as he could be to his brother.  He wanted to comfort him as
much as he could, knowing that he was also continuing to hurt him a great
deal as well.  As his lips grew closer to B's ear, he whispered, "Lo
siento, hermano, lo siento."

	"Shut the fuck up," Trainer ordered, "focus on the fucking, my
little wetback.  That's all you should be thinking about right now."

	Both brothers knew there was nothing that either of them could do,
but again, both brothers decided that they would not be the cause of pain
to the other.  A continued to fuck his brother and was beginning to work up
a little sweat.  For his part, B, tried to grip his brother with his
sphincter, hoping that would cause him to cum more quickly, thus ending his
humiliation a little sooner.

	A felt the change almost immediately as his brother's sphincter
muscle gripped his firm cock and caused it pleasure as his cock slipped in
and out of his brothers ass.  Soon, he could feel the release begin to
build in his own loins, he picked up his pace as the pleasure of what was
happening briefly overcame the humiliation of it.  He felt the sudden surge
of juices within his sac and the explosion as his cum shot again and again
into his borther's ass.

	"Bien, hermano, bien," B whispered as he felt his brother's cum
added to the loads that he already carried.  "Es ok."

	A relaxed onto his brother's back for just a moment and kissed the
back of his neck and shoulder.

	"God, look at that, these two really do love each other," Murphy
mocked, "they don't seem to be able to get enough of each other."

	"Well," Trainer growled, "that's good because now they're going to
change places.  Get A fastened back to the post and get B ready to fuck
him."

	Murphy and Jackson complied quickly to get A and B in place.
Trainer ordered 103 onto his knees to get B ready for his brother.  There
was no hesitation this time, no delay, no begging.  Both brothers now knew
that was futile, no mercy would be shown them, no degradation avoided.  B
stood with his hardened cock at the ready, behind his brother as Murphy put
him in position, 103 placed his cock at his brothers dripping asshole.
Then, as had happened to his brother, he was pushed into his brother's ass,
they were now one flesh, joined through his cock, and as with his brother,
even though he was also being whipped by Murphy with the belt to get the
rhythm going, his cock started seeking its own pleasure.  Soon he was
fucking his brother, a bit more eagerly than A had fucked him, but his
purpose was to cum as quickly as possible.  With everything going on around
him, he tried to focus on the pleasure of his cock, moving in and out of
that tight hole.  He disassociated it from his brother.........it was a
tight hole, giving pleasure to his cock.  As long as he could concentrate
on that, he could feel himself giving into what was required.

	At the same time, A felt a humiliation he had never known.  His
brother was fucking him, was using him as a woman, was getting ready to
leave his seed deep inside him.  The truth of what had happened to them was
beginning to settle in for him, and it was devastating.  Yet, if this is
what had to occur to keep his brother safe, or as safe as possible in this
insane reality, then A would do whatever was necessary, give himself in
anyway necessary to, with, and for his brother.  He too began to squeeze
his brother's cock with his sphincter, not for speed of climax, but to
increase the pleasure his brother was feeling.

	It seemed he'd hardly gotten going well, when B began to feel that
wonderful feeling and he knew he was getting ready to cum.  He increased
his pace a bit and then increased the pressure in his arms as he held his
brother, then he too exploded in his brother's cunt.  Cord after cord of
hot jism spewed from his cock slit deep into his brother's colon,
continuing to coat it in a substance it would become very familiar with.  B
too fell against his brother for a moment, and he too, gave his brother an
affectionate and loving kiss.

	As a little bonus, when the twins were released they were forced to
lie down on their sides and "69" each other.  Cleaning each others cocks
and tasting each others ass juices.  Trainer felt since they were twins
this was an intimacy that could be encouraged.  However, after they were
finished cleaning each other's cock, they were forced to continue and made
to give each other head.  Since they had both just cum it took a little
while before they each had the other writhing in pleasure with each ready
to shoot again into one of his brother's orifices.  They were prodded on by
the Bosses who were among the first to witness the pleasure of having a
beautiful man play with his mirror image.  It was exciting and stimulating
on so many levels.  Trainer was more certain than ever that these two
represented a fortune for him and the Doctor.  Only when they each had
their brother's load in their mouths were they allowed to finally embrace
and try to comfort each other a little.  Of course they also learned that
whenever they had their brother's load in their mouths they were expected
to hold it there, let their tongues marinate in their brother's juices,
then they had to pass their brother's juice back to him and each swallow
their own.  Everyone knew it was an impossibility, but that wasn't the
point.  It was simply one more humiliation that would become routine for
these unlucky siblings.

	Trainer was remembering all of this from the other day as he made
is way to the slave pens.  He knew the effect of what he was about to do
would have on one of the slaves in particular, and he looked forward to it.
He was in the mood now to do what needed to be done to catapult 116 in his
training.  He'd left instructions with Willis to take 116 to The Room for a
beating, while he had been out on his Harley.  In fact, while he'd been
riding he'd thought about what was happening to 116 back at the Compound,
and smiled.

	That was not the reaction that 116 was experiencing.  He now knew
his old world was gone forever.  He'd known nothing but pain and
humiliation since he'd stuck his head in that car to say hello to the
devil, but now he was in this Room again, being beaten, again...........he
wasn't sure he could take much more of this abuse.  Finally he was brought
back to his cell and left, semi conscious on his pallet.

	That was yesterday, and now, Trainer and Willis were walking
straight to his cell.  116 was crying even as Trainer unlocked his door,
entered his cell with Willis, who quickly placed thigh/wrist restraints on
116 so that he was now helpless to do anything but obey, as if there had
ever been any other option.

	"I just wanted to go over a couple of more things with you this
morning slave, unless of course you had other plans," Trainer said with a
mock sincerety, then chuckled at his own joke.  "Let's go," he stated with
a flat coldness that left little doubt in 116's mind where they were
headed.  It was useless to struggle, but still he was reluctant to go
willingly.........not into that Room again, it just couldn't happen again
this soon.........please no, it couldn't.

	But apparently it could, as the three of them made their way to The
Room.  116 began weeping as they turned down the hall leading to it, he
began shuffling his feet and leaning backwards, against Willis, who kept
him going forward.  Finally, he began muttering, almost incoherently, "No,
please no, I'll do anything, please, no, don't beat me again, please," he
sobbed.

	Trainer always knew he could use that line, and wondered if
frightened people ever really understood what they were saying, when he
stopped all three of them in the hall, and said to 116, "Okay, you'll do
anything I tell you?"

	"Yes," cried 116, "anything, please don't beat me again!"

	"Okay, I want you to walk through that door and stand in the middle
of The Room and wait for us," Trainer said evenly.

	"Please, please," 116 choked, "I'll do anything.........please,"

	"You don't have to do 'anything,' I want you to walk into that Room
and stand in the middle and wait for us.  That's all you have to do, and
for someone who says he'll do anything I say, that doesn't sound like a lot
to ask.  So walk into that Room and stand in the middle," Trainer said
firmly.

	116 was now facing the true dilemma of any submissive.  He had done
what most of them do, when faced with something that they feared.  He'd
said 'I'll do anything,' meaning 'I'll do anything "else".........don't
make me do "this,"' but the statement 'I'll do anything,' means 'I'll do
"this" as well.'  Voluntary slavery of a submissive may be a negotiated
reality, but the simple fact is, the more negotiation required, the less
submission is involved.  Negotiation is a form of control, it implies that
the person negotiating is in a position of some power, and power, in that
sense, is antithetical to submission.  It is, after all, called a power
exchange, and the more negotiation that is required, the less power there
is actually being exchanged.  The exchange is often a myth, the power is
still being retained by the submissive in the negotiation.  There is only
an illusion of an exchange because in reality the submissive has retained
the power and is now bringing the "Dominant" on to do his, the
"submissive's," bidding in the "scene."

	Trainer understood all of this in great detail.  He'd broken enough
men into slavery, real slavery, not the play thing, that there was little
about the concept of power exchange that he hadn't mastered.  Besides, as
Trainer realized, 116's situation was very different from a voluntary slave
making a game of BDSM, but he needed to get 116 to understand, truly
understand, that reality before he could effectively manipulate him in that
reality.  The fact that 116 was still trying to negotiate, even out of
desperation, told Trainer where 116 was psychologically in the process.
What 116 didn't realize was that it was a win win for Trainer, since he was
not only in complete control of him physically, but emotionally as well.
Trainer watched as some of the realization of all of this began to register
on 116's face.

	"Listen to me slave," Trainer said in a firm yet reasonable voice,
"you still don't get it.  I don't have to negotiate what will or will not
happen to you.  I can do anything I want with you, including putting a gun
to your head and pulling the trigger.  The very fact that you're standing
here arguing with me about what you're willing or not willing to do, is an
indication of how far you have to go to get where I'm taking you.  A slave
doesn't negotiate with his owner, he obeys him...........period.  A slave
doesn't hesitate in following a command because there is no choice for the
slave, but to obey, that frees the slave up from having to do any thinking
in the process.

	"Now you've been in this room several times to get that very point
through your thick stupid skull.  You say you undestand that, that you're
willing to do anything, but the very fact of your obstenance now proves
otherwise, which means there's more work to be done in this Room.  A smart
slave would realize the quicker he responds to a command in obedience, the
less time he would be required to receive training in obedience.  That's
what you're being trained to do right now slave, because its the first true
step in slavery...........to obey any command given to it.  Think about
that you stupid cunt...........THINK!"

	"So let's try this one last time, shall we," Trainer said as he
stared intently into 116's eyes, "Slave, walk to the middle of that room
and wait for us there!"

	Something finally broke inside 116.  Maybe it wasn't his spirit
entirely, or his will, but something broke as he finally realized that a
slave had no real choices but obedience.  The only issue was how much pain
would need to be inflicted for the Master to achieve complete obedience,
and since the Master was prepared to inflict whatever was necessary, the
slave was playing a losing game from the outset.  116 finally realized, the
more resistance he exerted, the more force and pain the Master would bring
to the situation, and ultimately the slave, having no real choice, would be
forced to submit.  Submission was the only option and the sooner the slave
submitted there was a possibility, only a possibility, of less pain.

	116 was weeping now, knowing there were no real choices for him,
there was no negotiation for him, there was only the fragile hope that if
he submitted quickly to the commands given him, he may not suffer as much.
The brutality of the truth of his situation was reflected in his posture as
he actually slumped his shoulders and lowered his head.  His only option
was to submit, to obey Trainer's command.  As tears flowed down his cheeks
he walked slowly into the room, went to the middle of it and took up his
position next to the chain hanging from the ceiling, and
waited...................

	Trainer knew that this had been the easy part..........the real
dance was about to begin.  He sent Willis on to other tasks as he preferred
doing the next part in private.  He slowly approached 116, letting his
physical presence dominate and threaten him.  It certainly worked that way
as 116 began to cringe a little and cry in earnest.  The memory of the
brutal pain he had already experienced was all around him in this room, the
echos of his screams still hung in the air, and here he was again with this
sadistic monster, restrained and completely vulnerable.  He was near
collapse, and Trainer knew he was right on the edge........exactly where he
wanted him.

	That's when Trainer made his move, and it's seeming casualness
belied it calculating.  He moved right in front of 116, who could feel the
heat of his body on his own body, but who was in such a state of distress
he hardly noticed.  Then something happened that did get 116's attention.
Just as he was expecting Trainer to start fastening the overhead chain, he
felt instead Trainer's arms going around him, enfolding him, drawing him
into his body.  Trainer was embracing him, and the tenderness of the
embrace was as shocking as throwing a pan of hot water on a block of ice,
fissures and cracks appeared immediately.  Whether it was shock or relief,
all the emotions that were whirling around within 116 like a hurricane
crashed to the surface as he put his head in the crook of Trainer's neck
and wept.  Wept for the life he had lost, wept for the pain he had
suffered, wept for the sense of isolation that flooded over him every day
in this place, wept for the loss of hope.............all of it was coming
out, and Trainer held him soothingly, comforting him.

	116's disorientation was complete.  Here he was weeping into the
arms of a man that had caused him more pain than anyone he'd ever known.
Now, the very man that had sworn to break him as a human being, was giving
him succor.  It was as if night was now day, up was now down, right was now
wrong...........in this upside down world where nothing made sense anymore,
there was no anchor except this man who was holding him in his arms.  116's
mind was reeling.  How was it possible that the only relief he'd known
since he got here was being given by his primary tormentor..........how?
But the fact was that that was exactly what was happening, as Trainer spoke
softly into his ear.

	"I know this has been hard for you, I know this is a life that has
been thrust upon you, but I'll take care of you, I'll help you get through
all this...........will you let me help you?"

	116 struggled to understand what was happening.  Nothing made sense
anymore.  Only moments ago he was terrified of this man, this man who had
beaten him into unconsciousness several times, but now this man was holding
him, supporting him, as 116 pressed his whole body toward him, comforting
him and asking him to let him help him.

	Then, as if in a final assault on his sanity, Trainer brought his
fingers to 116's chin and lifted his face so that they were gazing into
each other's eyes, then with a tenderness 116 would have thought impossible
for this man, Trainer kissed him.........passionately kissed him, and deep
from within 116's psyche came his response as he pressed his lips hard
against Trainer, opening his mouth to allow Trainer's tongue to take
possession.  Everything around 116 melted away, there was only this
man................this man who would save him.

	As Trainer withdrew his tongue and parted their lips, he continued
to look into the confused, desperate, and hopeful eyes of 116.  He saw
everything he needed in those eyes to take this slave where he wanted him
to go, and in less than two weeks..........remarkable.

	"I'm not going to beat you boi, I want to talk with you, but I
needed to know that you were really listening to me, could really hear me.
Can you do that boi, can you listen closely to me," Trainer said with a
gentlenss in his voice that 116 had never heard.  Maybe he'd never listened
closely before, because he knew it was there now.

	"Yes Sir," 116 softly responded, still gazing into those eyes that
seemed to see everything inside him.  "I'll listen Master, I'll listen to
whatever you say."

	Trainer immediately noticed the use of the word "Master," and it
further confirmed his suspicion, as he continued speaking to 116.  "I have
a special place where we can talk, and you can relax while we do.  I want
you to relax because I think you'll be able to hear me better.  Let's move
over there and I'll show you..........okay?"

	Now 116 knew he'd been right, this man was going to help him, he
had something to say that was going to help him.  He'd go anywhere with
this man.

	"Yes Master, where do we need to go?"

	"Right over here," Trainer said as he led 116 to his platform.  The
same platform that had proved so useful with 109 and 105, although, Trainer
had made a slight modification for 116.  As 116 saw the platform he had no
idea what it was for, he'd never seen anything like it.  It never occurred
to him that his life was about to change irrevocably on this wooden
platform, as Trainer mounted it with him and showed him how he wanted 116
to get down on his knees.  The seemingly moulded indentations for his knees
seemed uncomfortably far apart, but 116 noticed as he slid into position
that it was actually very comfortable.  It took him a moment to be able to
really lean back into the canvas wrapping, but when he did, again he found
he was able to relax more than he had since he'd been forced into hell.

	The hole set back from the knee indentations was just where it
needed to be for 116's feet to fit through, but 116 had noticed that in the
center of the hole, just where his asshole would be, was a dildo mounted on
what looked to be an adjustable rod.  It made him a bit nervous, but he had
to admit as he allowed his body to rest into this position, he was very
comfortable.  His hands were still attached to his thighs, but they would
have rested almost in that spot naturally, so it wasn't uncomfortable.  In
fact, surprisingly, the whole thing was actually a little erotic, and that
surprised 116 a bit as he noticed he was getting hard.

	None of the fears he had had coming into the room had been
realized, and 116 continued to be disoriented, exactly as Trainer wanted
him.  Trainer moved in close to 116 as he settled into the canvas support
and started speaking in a gentle yet firm voice, the same voice he had used
on 109 and 105, the same voice the hynotist had helped him develop in his
training.

	"I want you to close your eyes now boi," he said, "I'm going to
talk to you for awhile and I just want you to concentrate on listening to
me, listen to my voice, my voice will keep you safe.  Don't let all the
other voices in your head distract you from simply listening to me, hearing
my voice.  Tell me you can hear me boi."

	"I can hear you Master," 116 responded softy.

	"Good, I want you to relax, to simply relax.............."  Then
Trainer spent the next twenty minutes or so taking 116 under.  He didn't
try to do anything else, just get him ready.

	After awhile Trainer knew 116 was ready to proceed, and he said, "A
lot has happened to you boi, hasn't it, and in a pretty short time.  It's
been difficult for you, and sometimes very painful.  You're afraid a lot of
the time, and scared about the things that are happening or might happen to
you.  Isn't that right boi?"

	116 continued to hear the voice that had comforted him, that had
held him in the darkness and made him feel safe.  Now the voice was asking
him a question, and 116 found he could respond easily, "Yes," he whispered,
speaking for the first time in a while, not realizing how deeply he was now
under, "Yes, that's right."

	"But now is the time when we really need to be honest with
ourselves boi, it's especially important for you to start being honest with
yourself, to help you really understand what is happening here, and maybe
help yourself in it."

	116 was a little confused by what the voice was saying.  When had
he not been honest with himself, and how could being honest in this
terrible situation change his conditions at all?

	"I want you to think back to the other day when I was working with
you for a few minutes...........remember?  When I took your tits into my
fingers and began working with them..........remember?  You asked me to
please not do it, but do you remember what also happened boi, do you?
Think back boi, put yourself back in that moment, I'm taking your nipples
into my fingers and rubbing them a little, rubbing them
hard........remember?"

	Trainer noticed that 116's physical reaction to his statements was
becoming amplified.  His cock jerked up, harder, at the mention of the
brief training session, and he thrust his chest out just a little,
unconsciously making his tits a bit more accessible.  Interestingly, he
continued to drip precum onto the platform, which he'd been doing since he
was put into this position.

	"I remember," 116 whispered.

	"Do you remember asking me to please not hurt you, to please
stop.........do you remember that?"

	"Yes, Master, I remember."

	Trainer again noted the "Master," but went on.  "Yes, but do you
remember all your thoughts at that moment?  You remember being afraid, you
remember the pain, you remember hoping I would stop soon, but do you
remember all the thoughts, do you remember the other thoughts that you were
having?"

	116 felt a moment of desperation, "how could the voice know about
that," he thought, as he whispered in response to the voice, "Other
thoughts?" with the question in his own voice.  He wasn't lying exactly,
because the voice and commanded the truth from him, but he was evading.

	"Yes boi, the other thoughts, the thoughts you've been having since
you got here.  The thoughts that have been keeping you awake some nights,
the thoughts you've had buried so deeply in your psyche for so long that
you felt they were finally gone, that you were free of them.  But, here, in
this place, they've come back, and they terrify you.  Don't they?"

	116 couldn't answer, the voice wanted the truth, but was what he
was terrified of the truth, maybe it wasn't, maybe it was a lie, it had to
be a lie..........it couldn't be true.  Trainer could see the conflict that
was going on within 116 as his body began to shift, even in its relaxed
state.  As if it were looking for a way out of the situation, a way to
continue to avoid the reality, but Trainer had provided no way out, and so
the body continued with its internal struggle.

	"How long boi, how long have you been battling with this thought,
how long has it been coming to you in your quiet moments and frightened
you..........how long boi?"

	Trainer didn't expect an answer, he was sending 116 on an inward
journey.  He knew that the boi would now be remembering, reliving, all
those times when the idea of his own need for submission to another had
been present, tormenting him, frightening him, confusing him.  He was a
strong guy, a guy that got things done, he was on his way in
life.........how could he want to get on his knees in front of someone and
have them take control of him.........NO.........NO........he was just
confused about something.

	Only now, in this relaxed state, in the darkness, in the truth that
was being demanded, all the strong social mores that had always
shouted....NO.....to him, that had demanded that he not be that way, that
and forced him to bury those feelings, all that societal control was gone.
Now it was only him and these feelings that he'd had for so long.  Nothing
was there to prevent him from really looking at them........letting them
in.........feeling them.

	Trainer watched as 116's mind and body went through the struggle,
then he decided it was time to turn it the way he wanted it to go.  He'd
been wondering if this technique would be effective and it was time to find
out.  He was going to make it more than just mental.........he was going to
add physicality to the equation.  Very gently he placed his hands on 116's
chest and began to massage his chest.

	116 responded almost immediately, Trainer could see the struggle
was still going on, but there was a part of 116 that was responding
hungrily to his touch........."good," Trainer thought, "good."

	Now the darkness was rubbing against him, 116 could actually feel
it.  As the questions, fears, cravings, doubts, expectations..........as it
all swirled around him in the darkness, he could feel the darkness now
caressing him.......it was remarkable.

	Trainer noticed that with his touch 116's cock jumped again, and
the precum was now in a constant flow onto the platform.  It was time to
take this slave where he needed to go.

	"You've struggled a long time with it, haven't you," 116 heard the
voice say, and he knew there was no need to ask what the voice was talking
about........it was everywhere, all of it, swirling around........the voice
knew everything, maybe even more than he knew himself..........

	And now Trainer whispered into 116's ear, "It wasn't the capture
that frightened you, it wasn't the abuse that frightened you, it wasn't the
sexual torment that frightened you..........was it boi?  All of that was
bad in a way, and painful, but that wasn't what really frightened you was
it?  There was something else, something that has been in your gut
terrifying you ever since you were brought here.  Oh you've been asking for
it to stop alright, but I know why you've been asking, and so do
you.......don't you boi?"

	Trainer moved his hands to where his fingers were just brushing
over the tops of 116's nipples, and it was as if Trainer had turned on an
electric current.  116's body reacted with a jolt.  There was no pain, yet,
only touching, only Trainer letting his fingers flick over 116's hardened
tits.

	116 knew it had to stop, somehow it had to stop, he had to stop it,
but how?  He was floating in the darkness, and the darkness itself was
playing with him..........if only he could find some light again, but
instead the voice continued to probe.  Yes, he knew why he'd wanted it all
to stop, for the same reason it had to stop now, except it wasn't
stopping.........the touch on his nipples, it had to
stop........somehow.........it had.........to..........

	"You needed it to stop didn't you boi, not because of the pain, not
because of the humiliation, not because of the sexual invasions..........it
needed to stop, but not for any of those reasons.........did it boi??"
Trainer asked with an urgency in his voice.  "That wasn't the real reason
it needed to stop........is it?"

	"No," 116 whispered again in desperation as tears began to stream
down his face, "no, please stop, please Master, please
stop.......don't............."

	"I'm not stopping boi, it's time.........it's time to look at the
truth.........it's been too long..........it's time for the truth boi, and
the truth is that you wanted.........needed, it to stop, not for those
reasons, you needed it to stop because if it continued much longer you
would have to face the reality........that you liked it.........wanted
it...........craved it..........isn't that true boi," Trainer demanded with
a new firmness in his voice while at the same time applying pressure to
116's nipples.

	116 was now crying, groaning, his body was straining, all his
muscles taut, as if through sheer strength of will the body could continue
to restrain this truth that had been so deeply buried within it.........the
truth that it had avoided, struggled against, but was now being called
forth by this voice that seemed to control everything.

	"The truth is that the only real fear you have is that all this
might stop, isn't it," Trainer demanded.  "The truth is that you're finally
in a place where you're living the life you have only imagined and dreamed
of in the past, and even then only in the most honest of
moments........quickly denying it and thrusting it back into the depths of
your being.  Only now it's out isn't it........it's all around you isn't
it........and you can't get hold of it to thrust it back down there
anymore........can you?"

	"The voice was right......about everything.......he couldn't get
hold of it again........it was swirling all around him........it was
everywhere," 116 thought to himself, "it was all true.....what the voice
was saying........and in that instant he experienced a profound moment of
peace.  It was like nothing he had known or dreamed of before.........it
was perfect.........it was as if the dark and the pressure had finally
created a diamond.......it was........."

	"YES," 116 almost shouted,
"YES........IT'S........TRUE.......IT'S........ALL........TRUE," and it was
out.......it was finally out.  116's body relaxed back into the canvas
support and his face was more calm again.  "It's true," he gently said
again, "it's all true," and tears continued to fall on his cheeks.

	But Trainer wasn't finished yet, facing the truth was one thing,
but using the truth to make this slave what he wanted him to be was
something else.  Trainer continued to apply pressure to 116's nipples, only
now that the pretense was over, he wanted 116 to explore what all this
meant.

	"You like having me in control, don't you boi," he asked with the
old firmness in his voice.

	"Yes, Master," the boi responded.

	"You like it when a man makes you get on your knees and lick his
cock, don't you boi?"

	"Yes, Master," 116 responded again, all pretense gone now, only
this reality was left.........he did like it.

	"Listen to me boi," Trainer continued, "since you got here the only
person you've really been fighting is yourself.  You're finally in a place
where you can be what you have always secretly craved to be, but you've
been so busy fighting that reality within yourself that your entire time
here has been a struggle.  Now it's time to realize that this is where you
were always meant to be.  That by some remarkable chain of events you have
ended up exactly where you need to be, and with exactly who you need to be
with.  You want to be a slave, don't you boi?

	Even as 116's body responded to Trainers manipulation of its tits,
he felt the truth of what Trainer was saying, and now that the truth was
out there.......everywhere.......he could say it........all of
it..........."Yes," he simply stated, "I want to be a slave."

	There it was, Trainer felt that wonderful surge of emotions
again.........he had done it again.  Only this time the boi hadn't been
broken.........he had been released from the bondage of a society that
simply didn't understand that some men are born this way, craving to be
dominated, incomplete until someone places their lives into it's true
submissive context.  Trainer had suspected it in this boi from the
beginning, then had those suspicions confirmed, but now, now he knew for
sure.  Trainer understood that few would ever realize it, but he had just
done this boi the greatest kindness of his life.  Most would say that he
had just enslaved this boi, but Trainer knew the truth.........he had just
freed him.  Freed him from a society that would never understand him.
Freed him to now live the life he was meant to live.

	"I know you do boi, and I'm going to help you, I'm going to make
you the best slave you can possibly be.  Men will be vying for the
opportunity to own you.  Will you trust me to do that boi.......will you
work hard and help me do that boi?"

	"Yes Master," 116 responded with relief and hope, "yes I will."

	"It won't be easy slave.  In fact, it will be the hardest thing
you've ever done, but if you're willing to work as hard as you can, and be
obedient to me in all things, I can do it.  I promise you that slave, I can
do it," Trainer said with an earnestness in his voice.

	"Thank you, Master, thank you," 116 responded, more hopeful than
he'd ever been in his life.

	"And now, to sorta seal this deal," Trainer said as he moved over
on top of 116's partially reclined form and began kissing him in earnest,
"how about a little lesson," he said between wet, tongue lavished kisses.
116 was surprised to feel the dildo that had been just below his cunt hole
move slightly.  He couldn't figure how Trainer was doing it, and had to
admit he was being distracted by what Trainer was doing and how his body
was responding, but the dildo kept sliding in......further and further.
116 began to groan from the invasion of tongue and dildo, but gave himself
to it.  His nipples burned as Trainer continued to twist them, only now
there was no reason to ask him to stop.  He was a slave and his Master was
using him.  This was the way it was meant to be.  He gave himself to what
his Master was doing and began to respond in kind.  Trainer felt it and
decided to enjoy himself a bit.  This slave may start out with a dildo, but
it was only opening him up for the main event.......Trainer chuckled
inside.....to the victor go the spoils...........and for him the spoils
weren't the same as for Watts.  Watts enjoyed being the first to fuck a
newly captive slave, usually a virgin to man sex, but Trainer preferred to
be the first to fuck a new slave, not just a captive, and new slave, to be
the first to fuck a slave once he's accepted that as his reality.  116 was
no longer simply a captive, he was now a slave, and Trainer would be the
first to enjoy that reality.




				Part 2

			(Buyer C2 Brings His Dog)

	All the slaves that were to be presented to this new buyer were
almost ready.  While Trainer had been with 116, the Bosses had been working
hard getting the slaves and the slaves' quarters ready for the buyer.
Actually, to be more precise, the slaves were doing most of the work, but
the Bosses were kept busy prodding them on and keeping them at it.  The
only part the Bosses generally disliked about getting ready for a buyer was
that the slaves were not to be used as much, but in fact, really prepared
to be seen, no fresh marks or cum dripping out of their ass.  They needed
to look like they had just finished training, with little difficulty and
were ready to be used in any way the Buyer could imagine.

	As preparations were about complete, Murphy put thigh/wrist
restraints on 99, 101, and 103, then marched them out of the quarters to an
adjoining room where slaves were sometimes prepared for special events.
Each slave knew something was up as they entered the room and found the
Doctor waiting for them.

	"You three slaves represent the oldest stock I have in the
compound.  You've seen all the slave who were here when you came be sold
and leave.  You've even seen some of the slaves that have come in after you
be sold and leave.  You need to understand something about today for you.
I've already invest a good deal of time and money making you desirable
commodities, but the marketplace keeps saying 'no,' when you come up for
sale.  Either I've made a mistake, and you aren't what I'd hoped you could
become, or you have failed to reach your full potential.  But hear this,
all of that will become irrelevant soon, as I don't keep old stock too
long.  I've learned a long time ago it's better to cut your losses and move
on.  There's plenty more meat out there, and there are brothels in
Indonesia that will at least help me recover my expenses in you.  Am I
making myself quite clear," the Doctor asked?

	The three slaves were terrified by what the Doctor was saying, but
realized that what he said was true.  All the slaves that had been here
when each of them had come was now gone, except for the three of them.
Even other slaves had been chosen that had come in later.  It had never
occurred to them that there might be consequences of not being chosen by a
buyer.  Each had just assumed that eventually someone would take them from
this Hell into a more private Hell with the Buyer.  They had never dreamed
there was a possibility that they could simple be sold as sex slaves to a
foreign brothel, the Hell that awaited any of them there was simply
unimaginable.  They'd heard the Bosses talking about such places and knew
the life was horrible and short in such places.

	"But, with this particular Buyer, I have it in my power to give
each of you an advantage.  In fact, I think I can guarantee that this buyer
will be picking only from the three of you, and hardly even look at any of
the other slaves.  It will improve your chances of being sold immeasurably,
but you would have to do your part as well.  Are any of you interested in
what I could do for you," the Doctor asked with an aloof seemingly
disinterested voice?

	"Please Master, please, tell me what I need to do," each of the
slaves was quick to respond, and the Doctor noticed that each used the word
'me,' and not 'us.'  "Good," he thought, let them compete for this
position.

	"He's only going to want one of you, so I can do the same thing for
each of you, then you'll have to do the best you can to stand out for this
Buyer, impress him, show him how eager you are to please him.  Now each of
you turn around, spread your legs, and bend over as far as you can,
sticking your asses as far out as you can."

	None of the slaves had any idea why the Doctor would ask such an
unusual thing, but each knew better than to question a direct command from
him.  Each moved obediently into the required position, and waited for the
Doctor.

	The Doctor found the view to be quite pleasant, three lovely cunts
ready to be used any way he desired, but he didn't have time for that right
now.  He took the small plastic case from the table where he had placed it,
and opened it.  Inside he found three pieces of damp cloth.  Each had been
soaked in a special solution that he had prepared for this Buyer's visit.
He almost chuckled to himself when he realized how delighted the dog would
be to encounter the smell of a bitch in heat.  No one else in the room will
even be aware of it, but that dog is going to think he's died and gone to
heaven........three bitches just waiting for him to have his
way..........damn, the Doctor almost chuckled outloud.........that's going
to be one lucky dog!

	Each slave felt a moist cloth being run between his ass cheeks, and
the Doctor even used his finger to stick it into each asshole.  They had no
idea what was happening.  They had already been cleaned and douched, they
were ready for presentation, what difference a moist cloth would make was
baffling, but none of them were about to question the actions of the
Doctor.  When he was finished he slapped each of them on the ass and told
them to get back to their cells and wait for the Buyer.  None of them would
be permitted to defecate again until after the showing.  Each walked back
to his cell unaware of the fact that any dog in the area that got a scent
of them would be wild with lust, and the little detail about being another
species wouldn't really bother any of them.

	About thirty minutes later all the slaves except for 116 and the
sold slaves were in place in front of their cells waiting for the Buyer to
come in.  They were all a little surprised when a plump man in his 50's
came in with a large Labrador Retriever on a short leash.  As the Buyer
came to a stop with the Doctor at the entrance to the room, the dog sat
obediently at his side.  The buyer looked around the room for a moment at
the beautiful young men, all naked, standing with their legs partly spread
and their hands placed behind their heads.  They were beautiful, he only
hoped one of them would be suitable for what he needed.

	At the same time, Caesar, the Lab, was beginning to get a little
frisky.  Only his breeding and training kept him in place beside his
master's leg, but he was beginning to fidget and whine a bit.

	"Smell something you like," the Buyer asked Caesar, "well that's
what we're here for, isn't it," he continued as if he was talking to a
favorite child, a very spoiled favorite child.  Spoiled in some ways,
Caesar certainly was, as were his brothers, all five of them back at the
kennel.  Mr. C2 spared no expense on his prize Labs, and with his billions,
he could afford to do for them whatever he wanted.  He'd tried marriage,
what a disaster.  He tried whores, only marginally better.  But, when he
found the undiluted, unquestioning and pure love of a dog for him, he knew
he had found what he wanted.  People had always been something of a mystery
to him, computers, now they were simple, people were complicated.  However,
dogs turned out to be simple as well.  Love them, and they'll love you back
for all their worth.  He'd started breeding and raising prize Labs about
five years ago, and they had been among the happiest years of his life.

	However, he'd noticed that the Labs, as beautiful and loving as
they were, never seemed to do as well in some of the national shows that he
now coveted.  Their temperment was a bit too gentle, and he wanted to be
careful not to spoil that because he loved that about them, but he wanted
them to be a bit more assertive when shown, a bit more aggressive.  He'd
thought about it a lot, and talked with his trainer about it.  They'd tried
several things, but nothing seemed to have the effect C2 was hoping for.
Then his trainer had made what seemed to be an outrageous suggestion.
"What if we let the dogs breed with a man.........take a man as it were as
their bitch, it might give them a slight sense of superiority or dominance
that could translate itself into the assertiveness we're looking for in the
shows."

	C2 thought his trainer was crazy, he'd never heard anything so
ridiculous.  Then before a regional show, the trainer hired, at quite some
expense after he found out who or what would be fucking him, a male
prostitute, desperate for drug money.  The morning before the show, the
trainer tried his theory with the dog that would be shown.

	Maybe it was the arrangement of the stars, maybe it was a novice
judge, maybe it would have won anyway, but both the trainer, and more
importantly, Mr. C2 saw a more assertive dog parading on that field.  The
difference was remarkable.  They tried it again about six weeks later, and
again, the dog had done very well.  That settled it for the Doctor's buyer,
his dogs would have their own male bitch, nothing was too good or too
expensive for them.

	And so, the Buyer now walked Caesar into the room, his prize dog,
his first one, the focus of much of his life.  He walked to the center of
the room, with the slaves all around him, staring straight ahead, but
trying desperately to see what had just come into their lives.  C2 reached
down and took the leash off Caesar and said, "See if you find anything you
like boy."

	With that Caesar was off.  The slaves had to concentrate to hole
their positions, knowing that if they broke their stance without permission
there would be dire consequences, but none of them had expected to have the
cold snout of a large black dog jamming itself into their balls and licking
their cocks.  113 who was afraid of dogs almost screamed when Caesar
stuffed his cold wet nose into his ball sac, he was certain this beast was
about to viciously tear his sac open and eat his balls!

	But Caesar wasn't interested in 113's balls.  He had a scent, he
was just trying to locate it.  Then he reached 99, who also had never
really been very good with dogs, especially large ones, and now he had a
large black Lab licking his cock and balls then moving around behind him
and sticking his snout deep between his ass cheeks and
pushing.......firmly.  99 gasped and started to say something when he
caught the sight of the Doctor out of the corner of his eye.  He looked
straight ahead again and closed his mouth, too terrified by the look on the
Doctor's face to even breathe for a minute.  He didn't know what the Doctor
had put up his ass, but now he knew that exactly what the Doctor had hoped
would happen, had just happened.

	Caesar responded the same way to both 101 and 103.  In fact, Caesar
almost pushed 101 down right in the middle of the room to mount him, but
the Buyer pulled him off.  "Not yet boy, not yet," and with some difficulty
he got Caesar back to command position while he told the Doctor that he
would like to have 99, 101 and 103 prepared for use and inspection.

	The Doctor quickly said to the Buyer, "Certainly Sir, we'll be glad
to get them ready for you.  We have a seperate room prepared for you, or if
you would prefer we could leash these three slaves around the post in this
room and you can watch as they are each serviced."

	Now the three slaves knew they'd been set up for this.  In fact,
the Buyer was no fool either.  The way Caesar had reacted to these three
led him to believe that something had been done to those three slaves.  The
good Doctor was trying to influence his choice, but as he particularly
liked these three anyway, it didn't bother him all that much.  Also, he
thought to himself, "if the Doctor is pushing one of these three, he'll
probably be willing to get rid of him at a better price."

	"Actually, it might be fun to have them all leashed around the
post, so each of them can watch the others get fucked, and know what's
coming their way," the Buyer said jovially.

	"Is Caesar up to all three," the Doctor quipped in the same
humorous spirit, as all the slaves except 99, 101 and 103 were being put
back in their cells and told to stand with their hands on the bars and
their cocks sticking out of the cages.  The unlucky trio were then forced
to their knees and put on all fours around the post.  Dog collars were
placed on all three, mits were put on their hands so that they now looked
like paws, and each leash was attached to the post in the middle of the
room.  99 and 103 knew better than to protest, besides the three of them
knew they were looking at an Indonesian whore house as an alternative to
being used by this dog, so all of them had violently mixed emotions
whirling inside them, which caused these two to begin to cry noticably.
They had accepted the reality that they would be sex toys for someone, but
they and never envisioned something like this, a bitch for a dog.  99
wasn't even sure if this was physically possible, but suspected that the
three of them were on all fours waiting for this dog to fuck them, because
it was.

	"I doubt that he'll have a problem doing all three, but just in
case, I want him to do the white one first, then the black, then the
brown," the Buyer stated, as if he were speaking of bitches in a pen, and
to him, he was.

	When 99 heard this, he almost started to moan, but just barely
restrained himself in time.  He wasn't sure which would be worse, a brothel
in Indonesia or a kennel somewhere in this country, but he knew if the
Doctor became angry enough he might not live to see either.

	Boss Willis was ready with a pad to put over 99's back, as the
Doctor had explained, once the Buyer owned the slave he was free to use him
anyway he wanted, but until then, the Doctor had to take care that no
damage was done to a slave, and having a dog mount one could leave scares
on the back of an otherwise valuable piece of property.  The Buyer had no
problem as he knew Caesar would probably enjoy himself either way, but once
they were home with the slave, its back would soon bear the marks of
numerous breedings, and it would bear them proudly.

	As the Buyer brought Caesar up to 99's exposed shank, Caesar began
to get more excited.  He nosed the cunt of his waiting bitch, took in the
aroma of her need, and everyone in the room watched in macabre curiosity as
his bright pink cock pushed out of its fleshy covering, becoming ten to
twelve inches of pure dripping animal lust.  Though 99 was unable to see
what was happening because it was going on behind him, 101 and 103 saw
their own fate dripping beneath that black monster's torso, and both of
them were terrified.  They had suffered the humiliation of becoming male
pussy for the men around them, but now, this, for an animal..........to be
the cockhold of a dog.......a dog!  Both of them put their heads down, they
couldn't bring themselves to witness what would be happening to them.

	Caesar continued to enjoy himself in anticipation of what was about
to occur and began to lick the low hanging sac between the bitch's slightly
spread legs.  99, startled by the lapping around his ball sac didn't try to
hold the tears back.  Never, never in his entire life had he imagined
anything like this, to become the pussy for a dog, who would think of such
a thing, how could this be happening to him.  He wasn't aware of it, but
his face was becoming scarlet with the shame that he felt at the thought of
what was about to happen.

	Then he felt the dog begin to place his weight on his back.  He was
grateful for the pad, but it didn't shield him from the sense of
humiliation that came over him in waves.  He could feel a slick hard object
probing around his asshole, as Caesar got his footing right and placed
himself on 99's back.  Then with a speed that 99 was unprepared for,
because foreplay for a dog is running the bitch down, the hard, moist cock
went from just touching the center of his hole, to being all the way in
him.  He screamed with pain, he'd never felt anything like it before.  He
was filled with a rock hard muscle that invaded him further than anything
that had been rammed in his ass so far.  It seemed to pulse with its own
power as it moved in and out of him.

	Caesar was undisturbed as Willlis stepped forward just as 99
screamed and slapped him on the side of his face hissing into his ear,
"Shut up bitch, don't scare the dog!"

	99 continued to moan, unable to control his own reaction to a
violation that was unimaginable as Caesar continued to give way to his own
animalistic lust.  The Buyer watched to see how bitch and dog were
interacting, he wanted to make sure he got a bitch that could give his
prizes the pleasure they deserved.  He liked seeing all the muscles of 99
strain to take the invasion of Caesar's fine cock.  It was something that
he found physically beautiful to watch.

	However, the physical beauty of the moment was lost on 99 as a fine
sheen of sweat began to form all over his body as he struggled to take the
invasion in his cunt.  He'd never experienced anything like it, and had
already decided he'd take the brothels of Indonesia to another invasion
like this.  The pain was indescribable, and it was nothing compared to the
sense of humiliation he was experiencing just knowing what was inside
him.........this dog.......using him.......like another dog........a
bitch........exactly what Willis had just called him.

	The diversity of reactions in the room was amazing, and fell along
the lines of who it was watching.  The Doctor, Trainer and the Bosses were
watching with fascination something most people would never get to see, and
they were transfixed by what was going on.  The slaves however, and this
was exactly the reason the Doctor had wanted this to happen in front of
them, were horrified.  To be sure there was a perverse curiosity like
watching an auto accident, that caused them all to watch with a certain
fascination, but each also realized that it could be them down on all fours
right now, with that dog's huge cock inside them.  The horror of the
realization that any of them could be used in this way, or any other
perverse way any of these monsters could conceive left each of them
standing in a state of stunned silence.  The cruel reality of their slavery
was being driven home to each of them with each thrust of Caesar's loins
into 99.

	99 had no idea how long something like this would go on, it already
seemed like this monster had been inside of him for hours, when in fact it
had only been a few minutes.  Then 99 felt something that he couldn't even
describe.  All of a sudden he felt a swelling just inside him.  This huge
cock was getting even bigger, immensely so, at its base, just inside his
opening.  99 who knew nothing about dogs, how they mate, or about the knot
that forms in the dogs cock so that nature has the time it needs to cause
fertilization.  That was what 99 was feeling now.  Caesar's knot was tying
them together.  It grew so large that even Caesar would not be able to pull
it out until all his seed had been released into the bitch he was fucking.
This was a freak of nature that 99 knew nothing about, all he knew was that
the pain was even worse than it had been and he could feel this dog's seed
pumping itself into him.  Most of the men watching, who knew very little
about the ways dogs fuck, looked on as Caesar actually dismounted 99,
turned and stood ass to ass with his bitch while nature took its coarse.

	Every now and then Caesar would pull, testing to see if the knot
had gone down, causing 99 to shudder and cry out in pain as he felt this
huge mass of hard flesh press inside him, trying to come out.  Of course,
until it went down it was going no where.  Caesar and 99 stood ass to ass
for another twenty minutes until Caesar pulled another time and there was a
"plop" that sounded throughout the room followed by 99's loud sobbing.  Cum
dripped out of 99's ass and down his inner thighs as he realized that he'd
rather be a whore, or dead, or anything, before going through that again.
The only thing that kept him from screaming that out to these bastards was
the possibility that this crazy son of a bitch might not choose him as his
dog's bitch.

	While all the slaves looked on in stunned silence from what had
just happened, there was general applause from everyone else as the Buyer
briskly rubbed the neck and back of a very contented Caesar.  C2 was
noticing that it was indeed true.  There was something about his precious
jewels that was different after they had fucked a man.  They seemed to
stand a little taller, be a little more assertive, almost proud.  He was
absolutely convinced now that his trainer had been right, he needed a good
human bitch to serve his dogs, and he would have it.

	"I want Caesar to have about half an hour before he takes the next
one, is there a place where we can have a drink and relax while he does the
same?"

	"Of course," the Doctor replied in a pleasant relaxed mood, "I
expected that might be the case so I had some refreshments set up in the
next room.  Why don't we go in there, Caesar can relax and have a few
treats until he's ready to continue, and we can discuss some business."

	As the principals casually walked into the adjoining room and the
Bosses dispersed to take a quick break as well, the slaves were all left in
a stunned silence.  There was no sound in the room except for 99's sobs.
He still held the position he had been put in, as all of them did, none of
them had been given permission to move.  In fact, the only movement in the
room was Caesar's cum as it continued to ooze down 99's thigh.  This little
demonstration of power by the Doctor had left them all shocked with the
realization of their circumstances.  They were sex slaves, and they existed
only for the pleasure of other men, and those men could do anything to
them.........anything.  They would all remember today, and that's exactly
what the Doctor wanted.  Just as he wanted them now to hear the faint
sounds of real men enjoying themselves, getting ready to use their slaves
again.

	About twenty minutes later the Bosses started coming back into the
room looking forward to the next show, and in another fifteen minutes the
principals walked casually into the room.  Caesar was wagging his tail and
walking briskly, seemingly in anticpation of another good fucking.  Perhaps
it was the scent in the air coming from the asses of the three victims, or
maybe it was just the nature of dogs, but Caesar's pink cock was already
protruding a little from its fleshy sheath.

	Willis again placed the pad on 101's back, as 101 braced himself
for what was about to happen.  Though 101 was humiliated by what was
happening to him, unlike 99, he'd already decided he'd endure anything
rather than being sent to a foreign country to die unknown and uncared for
as a cheap whore for a bunch of chincs.  He already knew if that was his
fate he'd find a way to kill himself.  Being a bitch for a dog might not
seem to be a much better fate, but for his own reasons 101 prefered it.  If
the choice was what the Doctor had threatened then he would do whatever he
could to be selected by this bastard for his dog.

	As 101 was reaffirming that decision in his own mind, he felt
Caesar begin to mount him.  Dogs frightened him a bit, but this one seemed
intent on pleasing his cock and nothing else.  In that, he was actually
preferable to some of the two legged beasts who'd been using him, and
always seemed to enjoy intentionally adding a little pain or humiliation to
the mix.  Caesar wasn't doing any of that, he just wanted to get off, and
101 was his means.

	101 was surprised at how quickly Caesar found the hole he intended
to use, and how quickly he was inside that hole humping this beautiful
black man.  Unlike 99, 101 refrained from screaming, his earlier tears at
what was happening had dried, and as he felt himself being filled with this
dog's huge cock, he tried to relax, to give himself to this beast, exactly
what he'd done when he been fucked by the Bosses.  Maybe it was because he
held his ass open for this huge cock, but as painful as it was, and it was
more so than for a human cock, it was bearable.

	Then C2 heard the words that decided it for him.  It wasn't loud,
and he suspected it wasn't supposed to happen at all.  In fact, it was
possible that no one else heard it, but because of his stance near 101, he
heard him softly say, "Come on Caesar, fuck your bitch."  It took C2
completely by surprise, but he noticed Caesar's reaction to having his name
called out by what he was fucking.  "When would that have ever happened
before," C2 thought with some amusement as Caesar seemed to become a little
more agitated, a little more excited.  When it came time for Caesar to
dismount and push his ass next to 101's he actually bent his head down and
licked 101 on the back of his neck.  Then the two black beauties stood ass
to ass for another twenty minutes or so with 101 whispering occassionally
to Caesar, while is ass filled with the dog's seed.  Caesar didn't seem in
a rush to unhook from this bitch, but of course, nature took its course,
and Caesar was soon next to his master again.  C2 thought he noticed a bit
of a difference in Caesar after this fuck, he looked down at Caesar just as
Caesar let his tongue come out and wash over his mouth, like he'd just had
a feast.  There was probably no relation whatever to what had just
happened, but no one would ever be able to convince C2 of that, who saw it
as a sign that 101 was the one, that Caesar was saying to him, "I want that
one Daddy."

	Of course C2 had not become a billionaire without learning a few
things about negotiating and getting what he wanted.  Also he continued to
analyse the situation as Caesar took another break.  The fact that his
trainer was a bit of a racist also made the combination a little more
appealing.  C2 now remembered the male prostitute had also been black.
"That might add an interesting dynamic, probably make this slave's life
hell, but it was going to be that anyway," he thought to himself.

	Caesar's fucking of 103 was much less satisfactory than either of
the other two.  The slave seemed paralysed with fear which in turn made
Caesar anxious, nervous.  In short, it was little more than a disaster, and
when it was finished the Doctor and the Buyer left the slave quarters for
the comforts of the Doctor's office.  The three slaves remained in place
with dog seed still oozing from their open cunts.  Just the way the Doctor
wanted them, to complete driving home his point.  Though even in this, the
Doctor still had a surprise for them.  These bitches would remember this
day.

	About two hours later, all the slaves were hurting from holding the
positions they had been left in, and all were relieved to see Trainer and
the Doctor come back into the room.  Most of the Bosses were now back as
well, ready to receive their instructions and get back to the business of
making willing sex toys out of these faggots.

	"Well congratulations are in order for all of us, and all our hard
work," the Doctor related to the free men in the room.  We have sold
another slave today, and that's good news for all of us.  There was a
moment of congeniality among the free men as the slaves all waited silently
to learn whose fate had been determined.  As the laughter and camaraderie
continued, the Doctor told Willis to take the dog collar off 103 and put
him back in his cell.  As Willis was doing that, the Doctor told Murphy to
take the dog collar off 99 and put him back in his cell.  Then as that was
being done, all the slaves in the room looked at 101, still on all fours
wearing his dog collar, being left there, and they knew, as did 101, who
let his head fall just a little, glad he had avoided one fate, but
struggling a little to accept another.

	"So it was done," he thought to himself, "someone had bought him,
paid money for him as a sex object.  By anybody's reckoning, he was
certainly now a slave........bought and paid for."

	"101," the Doctor said in a salutory voice, "you are to be
commended.  You have found your place in life, your purpose.  It may not
have been what you had expected, but that is irrelevant.  Your Master has
claimed you, and you will be leaving tomorrow for your new home.  Till then
you are to be fitted with knee pads and remain on all fours, per your new
Master's instructions.  You should be very pleased 101, you have a purpose
now, and all of you need to remember this," the Doctor said, raising his
voice and looking around at all the slaves in the room.  "A slave without a
Master is the most useless commodity on the face of the earth.  For a slave
is not truly a slave until it has a Master.  Till then it is an unborn
thing that sucks sustenance from the world around it.  That's what all of
you are doing, sucking the sustenance that I graciously provide until your
Master is found.  My word to each of you is 'suck less and work harder to
be the kind of slave that will attract its owner.'"

	With that, the Doctor turned and walked out and shouted over his
shoulder to Trainer, "I'll have 116 in my quarters tonight. Oh, and I
almost forgot, our Buyer left this for his new slave.  Be sure it's
inserted so the bitch can sleep with it tonight," and the Doctor tossed a
rubber object to Trainer.

	"Yes Sir," Trainer responded as he turned to his charges with new
purpose in his eyes.  He held the butt plug for 101, it was a good size
one, but the distinctive feature was that the plug extended into a curved
dog's tail about a foot long.  "This will look great sticking out of your
bitch cunt 101," Trainer chuckled.  At the same time Trainer was thinking
to himself, "and Doctor, I think you're going to really enjoy the new and
improved version of 116 that I'll be sending to your quarters tonight."



				Part 3

		          (104 Returns to the Slave Quarters
		           & 115 Grapples With New Reality)

	Early that evening the slaves were back in position grasping the
bars to their cells with their legs spread and their cocks thrust through
the bars as Samuels and Martin wheeled in the dinner cart.  The sole
exception was 101 who assumed that position, but remained on his knees.  He
raised up and put his paws on the bars while he thrust his cock out, but
was not allowed to stand like a human.  The cart looked a lot like the kind
of cart seen in hospitals, except instead of trays of food, it carried
large stainless steel dog bowls, each filled with the slave's dinner.  The
Doctor made sure the slaves ate well with balanced nutritional meals.  He
knew that they needed a lot of protein and that they would burn a lot of
calories.  What the Doctor never worried about was how that nutritous meal
would be served or appear.  He had once jokingly said, "There were no
points for presentation in the in the slave quarters."

	As the two Bosses opened the cells and put the food on the floor,
the slaves all held their position until given the command to eat.  These
slaves rarely did anything of their own initiative, and certainly never
something so bold as deciding it was time to eat.  Martin had a little fun
with the twins as he put their bowls down on the floor together.  The
orders from the Doctor about the twins had been very clear.  They were
always to be in physical contact with the other, stimulating the other and
keeping him hard.  The rare exception to that reality for them was when one
was being punished.  The Doctor had learned that if they were seperated
enough so that they could not see each other, but the one could hear the
screams of the other, the effect was to drive them even closer when they
were reunited.  That was exactly what the Doctor wanted, two beautifully
defined submissive bodies with one mind.

	So as Martin put the bowls down he ordered the twins to kneel
before their bowls facing each other.  Even now they made sure that they
were touching each other, each had been the cause of significant pain for
the other by failing to have his hands somewhere on his brother's body,
caressing him.  Even the Bosses had been surprised by how sexually
stimulating and exciting it was to be around these two like this.  Sex was
something that was pretty much a constant in this place, but seeing these
two in constant sexual contact was raising the level for everyone.  As the
twins got to their knees they were not very surprised at what Martin said
to them.  They were becoming accustomed to the type of abuse being lavished
on them, but they were more committed than ever to protect their brother.

	"The cook was sorry," he said jovially, "he looked every where for
the special sauce for your dinners, but couldn't find it, so you'll have to
take care of that again," he finished, hardening his voice into a command
at the end.  "Do I make myself clear bitches?"

	"Yes Boss," each of the twins obediently responded, as they took
hold of each others firm cocks.  The procedure wasn't new for them.  Each
began to stroke the other while they leaned forward so that their mouths
lock together, tongues digging deeply into each other's open mouth.  With
their free hand each reached across and took hold of one of their brother's
nipples and began stimulating it as well.  Everything for these two
involvled sexual stimulation........even dinner.  It would take about ten
minutes, but each would bring the other to a rousing climax which each
would make sure landed entirely in the dinner bowl before them, covering
their meal.  Once they had both cum, they would trade bowls, so that each
was eating the seed of the other, making sure that they continued to caress
the other throughout the meal with at least one hand.

	While Martin was taking care of the twins, Samuels was preparing
his own little treat for several of the other slaves.  It was something he
enjoyed doing on occassion, and he felt like it this evening.  He took four
of the bowls that would be going into the adjoining cells and set them out
on the floor in a line with their sides touching.  The four slaves waiting
for their dinner watched as Samuels pulled his cock out from his pants and
stood next to the bowls on the floor.

	"It seems the cook was having all kinds of problems tonight ladies.
He said some of these dinners had gotten too dry while he prepared them.
He was really upset, but I told him that I could take care of that for him.
He seemed to really appreciate my willingness to help out, as I hope you do
as well," he said, as he released a heavy stream of hot piss into the
bowls.  Soon the food in each bowl was soaked with his piss as he continued
to laugh, talk and piss.  When he finished, he stuffed his cock back into
his pants then started placing the bowls in the cells of the four nearest
slaves.  Each knew what was going to be a decent if unappetizing meal had
just been turned into another disgustingly foul mess.  They were angry, but
as slaves, knew there was no recourse to what the Bosses could do to them,
and even the ones lucky enough to have avoided their dinner being fouled,
knew it could just as easily have happened to them.

	Once all the bowls were in place, and the Bosses had made sure that
each of the twins had adequately seasoned the other's food, the command to
eat was given.  Each slave got on all fours and began to eat from his bowl.
Each knew the bowls had to be licked clean as the Doctor would not tolerate
any of them interfering with his plans for them.  The twins each tasted
their brother in their dinner and were actually comforted by the touch of
the other.  Their training was working, and they were unaware of how much.
However, for the unlucky four, their meal, irrevocably fouled by Samuels,
was simply another torture to be endured in this place.

	It's amazing how quickly we eat when it's simply another task that
needs to be performed, when there is no pleasure or community in it.  That
was routinely the case in the slave quarters, and within fifteen minutes
all the slaves had finished their meals, even the ones who had the added
joy of Samuel's piss mixed into theirs, and it wasn't as if the slave's
evenings were spent chatting or watching a game.  The evenings were pretty
much the same as the mornings and the afternoons, training for becoming the
slaves that the Doctor intended them to be.  Usually the Bosses would split
them up into groups to work on specific tasks or skills, and so for another
three hours the slaves were busy.  Some were learning more about swallowing
a hard cock, taking it deep into their throats without gaging or choking,
and waiting for the opportunities to take a breath.  As each had learned
the skill of allowing someone to stick his cock deep into your throat was
not an easy one to master, but the Doctor was determined that any slave he
sold would be considered an excellent cocksucker by anyone who stuck his
cock in one.

	A couple of the slaves were working in the quarters, cleaning out
cells and a couple more were being disciplined for infractions, or simply
because Murphy was in the mood to beat a couple of slaves.  116 had been
taken to the Doctor's quarters which pretty much assured he was in his own
special Hell.  105 had been taken by Trainer for some special training,
which had been happening a lot more lately, but since it freed others from
Trainer's attention, there were no complaints.

	But after several hours, all of the slaves except for 105 and 116
were back in their cells waiting for permission to sit or lie on their
pallets for the night.  Some knew that that wouldn't happen for them
because any of the Bosses could stop by and take one of the slaves for
their personal pleasure that night.  Also there was also the possibility
that two slaves would be put together for the night.  They would be
required to sleep in a 69 position with the other slaves cock fitted
securely in their mouths.  They would not be allowed to release that cock
till the morning wake up call, so each would drink the other's piss through
the night and early morning.  The other twist that was sometimes required
was that when they released the cock from their mouth they had to show the
spunk that cock had deposited in their mouth during the night or early
morning.

	However, on this particular evening, as the slaves stood with their
hands on the bars and their cocks sticking through them, they would soon
learn that the Doctor still had a surprise in store for them.  If they ever
doubted the Doctor's ability to shock and terrify them all, this day would
be a reminder for all of them that he could, anytime he wanted.  This
morning they had watched three of their number be used as a bitch for a
dog, and each knew it could have been any of them as well, and now, Martin
came walking into the center of the room leading 104, only this was 104
like none of them ever imagined possible.

	At 6'2" 104 was not a short man, and with his slender, yet muscular
swimmer's build he had always been strikingly handsome, but now someone
entirely different was walking in next to Martin.  His heals lifted him
another four inches, so he......she was about the tallest thing in the
room.  Everyone could still recognize the basic outlines of 104's face, but
the garish make up he was wearing was startling to say the least.  However,
that was not the most startling feature about 104.  There wasn't a closed
mouth in the room as each slave looked on in complete shock and watched 104
walk into the room, tall, in his high heals, naked as usual, and with
BREASTS, large breasts that stood out on his chest and gave him a bizarre
appearance.  A man, woman, something........with a cock and with breasts.

	"Ladies," said Martin with a smugness that seemed to tickle him,
"I'd like for you to meet our new Den Mother around here.  You all remember
104, well this is the new, improved version of that miserable cunt.  Now,
as you can plainly see, she is a dramatic, beautiful cunt.

	A stunned silence was all that greeted 104.  She had expected
something like this, but now that it was happening her resolve was melting
and she could feel the tears begin to form.  She no longer knew if her
response was simply hers, or if it was all the hormones she was taking as
part of her daily regimen.  She knew she was more emotional, but she didn't
want to start crying now, not again.  However, here were all the other
slaves she had been with for months, looking at her like she was some kind
of monster, some freak, and maybe she was.  She honestly wasn't sure.  She
had not been allowed to look at herself in the mirror since the Doctor had
revealed her breast to her shortly after surgery.  Oh she could look down
and see them now, but she had no idea what the overall affect was, nor did
she have any idea what her face looked like with the cosmetic tattoos.  So
maybe she was a monster, based on the look on the faces of the other
slaves, she must be terrifying.

	"Now my little beauty," Martin said, "I want you to stand over
here," and he pointed to one end of the room, "and take a nice pose so the
other ladies can see how nice you look now."  Then more forcefully Martin
hissed, "do it like you've been practicing bitch or I'll get my tools and
start tattooing obscenities all over your lovely new breasts."

	104 knew better that to cross Martin right now because there was
evidently more work that the Buyer wanted done, and Martin would most
likely be the one doing it.  So 104 walked with the sway to her hips that
she had been practicing, and stood sideways with her arm swung back so the
line of her breast was accentuated.  Her hair still looked funny, not long
enough yet, and she wasn't wearing a wig, but she struck a nice figure, and
was actually nice looking, but that wasn't the point.  The point was, and
this wasn't lost on a single slave in the room, just as three of them had
been a bitch for a dog this morning, any of them could be altered in such a
way as too look exactly like 104 looked right now.  Any of them could be
transformed into a she/he if their buyer wanted it.  The message was
crystal clear to all of them, and it was as if the Doctor was standing
right there saying it, "I will do anything to you that I want to do, I will
alter you in any way I choose or your Buyer requires, and you will do
anything I command in order to make yourself the perfect slave for your
Buyer.  What you want is irrelevant, what you hope for is meaningless, what
you think you need is of no consequence.  You are my slaves, and I will do
anything.........anything......I want with you."

	Every slave in the room was getting that message loud and clear as
they looked at 104 and saw the degree to which the Doctor was willing to go
to get what he wanted out of these slaves.  Several of them who were
wearing the ball weights the Doctor required, now understood in a way they
had not before, they were being altered because the Doctor wanted it to be
so, and that was all that mattered, and if tomorrow morning he decided that
he needed another she/he in his stock, he would simple pick out the one he
wanted and that slave would be altered as well.  And, it could be any one
of them.

	"Okay bitch," Martin said to 104, "I want you to go around to each
slave and let him feel your new breasts, and I want you to tell each one
how proud you are that your new Master gave them to you, and how you look
forward to pleasing him with them.  Now get started so we can bed down all
these bitches soon," he finished as he slapped 104 loudly on her ass.

	104 began her walk of shame before her fellow slaves.  It wasn't
simply that they were all obligated to touch her new breasts, most of the
slaves really wanted to know what they would feel like.  For most of them,
who had always considered themselves to be straight, this was the first
opportunity in a long time to actually feel a breast, and it might be the
last in an even longer time.  So 104's breasts were gently probed and
fondled by her curious companions.  A couple even squeezed her nipples a
little to see if she still had sensation there and she most certainly did.

	However, the one thing she noticed was that while they all looked
at her breasts, he nipples, and glanced at her face, none of them looked
her in the eye.  None of them really connected with her.  It wasn't as if
they had been great friends before this had been done to her, but they had
all been through a lot together, and now, they were afraid to look her in
the eye, and she suspected that she knew why.  None of them wanted to see
the confirmation in her eyes to the question they all now realized had been
answered for them............"yes........this could be you."

	The exception for 104 came when she stood in front of 115's cell.
She noticed he was crying, he was past shock, he had entered his own
private world of misery after this horrible day, but he did look her in the
eye.  Only his eyes were pleading with her.........."please tell me this
isn't happening..........please tell me that it isn't true.........please
tell me that it won't happen to me," they silently said to her.

	104 looked back with all the compassion she could
muster........."you'll be alright.......it's not so bad," she tried to say
to him.  115 remembered his first night in this place, as this beautiful
young man had held him and tried to comfort him a little while his life had
been changing irrevocably for the worse.  How he had whispered comforting
words in his ear, and even held his fingers with his own the next morning
as Trainer was fitting him with his ball weights.  This was a gentle young
man, and now the Doctor, at the bequest of some rich bastard, had
transformed this man into.........this........this........, he wasn't even
sure what to call him.

	115 was the last slave 104 had to present herself to, and she was
glad it was over, at least for now.  Martin took her to her cell and told
her to get some rest.  Her new Owner would be picking her up in a few days,
and there was still a lot of work to do to get her ready.  "We'll begin
early in the morning, and it's important you get some rest.........Doctors
orders," he chuckled, as he locked her in her cell.

	"The rest of you ladies hit the sack as well," Martin shouted as he
left the room and turned off the lights.  The slaves all went to their
pallets in silence.  For once there were no furtive whispers, only shocked
silence as each slave seemed to retreat into his own private nightmare of
questions, doubts and wonderings.

	115 was certainly no exception as he lay down on his pallet with
its thin, almost non-existent, pad, which really acted more as a reminder
that even this comfort would be denied the slave, rather than providing
even a modicum of respite.  As he carefully hung his ball weight from a rod
so that his balls would continue to be stretched..........because the
Doctor wanted his balls to hang lower, and he knew the consequences would
be severe if one of the Bosses walked by and his balls were not being
stretched, he began to realize, perhaps for the first time, that he was in
a hopeless situation.  He'd fought thinking that because he simply didn't
know if he could live without hope, but what possible hope did he have in
this place.

	After what seemed like a lifetime in this Hell, he'd not even
glimpsed a remote possibility of what looked like a chance to get away.
The control was so tight, so complete, so pervasive.......it seemed
hopeless........it was hopeless, but how did he live with that knowledge?
All along he had been saying to himself, "the most important thing is to
survive........just survive, until I can find a way out."  But there was no
way out, so why was it important to survive?

	As 115 lay there on his hard pallet with his balls being pulled
taut, he began to wonder if perhaps he should just give up, and what would
that look like?  The life he was living was horrible, and the future looked
just as bleak, but did he want to end it all, was he prepared to die?
These questions came to him as tears began to fall down the sides of his
face.  For the first time in his young life he was seriously asking himself
if he wanted to continue living, and he was truly unsure of the answer.

	Then 115 remembered how 104 had looked at him just a little while
ago.  With all that had been done to him, all that he had been through, and
was still going through, he hadn't given up.  In fact, he had looked into
his eyes with encouragement.  "Where did that come from," wondered 115.
"How could he still be able to do that, after all that had been done to
him?"  115 looked at the weight hanging from the rod next to his pallet.
The last time his weights had been taken off, he was surprised that in
fact, his ball sac was haning a little lower than it ususally did.  This
was doing what the Doctor wanted it to do.  He was being altered to the way
the Doctor wanted him to be, not to the degree of 104, at least yet, but
115 knew if a Buyer walked in here and pointed at him and said, "Make him a
girl," the Doctor would have now qualms about doing exactly that.

	The tears continued as 115 faced the reality of his life.  He was a
slave.  There was very little hope that situation would change.  A stranger
would walk in here one day and buy him, and he would belong to that man and
be that man's sex toy for as long as he wanted.  That man would be able to
do anything he wanted to him, and 115 had no recourse in the matter.  The
words of Trainer came back to him, "I can make you desirable," "men will be
bidding to make you theirs," and the words of 105 just a few days ago, "the
more desirable you become the better chance you have of being with someone
who will care for you."  115 was realizing that most of his attention had
been on how to get out of this situation, then he thought of 104.  How
could 104 get out of his situation when his situation was now his
body..........there was no escape from that reality.

	Now the look on 104's face was beginning to make some sense.  104
was not spending energy trying to figure out how to escape from a reality
from which no escape was possible.  He was learning to live within that
reality.........seeking ways to survive in that reality.  That's what 115
had also seen in his eyes...........acceptance..........and with that a
modicum of peace.  Was it time for him to do the same thing..........accept
his condition, his status, for there certainly didn't seem to be any
possible escape from it, and seek ways to live within that
reality.........to survive within it........knowing there would be no
escape.

	115 suddenly thought of Radar.  Even now that beautiful silenced
man was serving the very monster that had crushed and silenced him.
Waiting on him hand and foot, and accepting that he was there for this
man's sexual pleasure as well.  How long had he been like that, with no
hope of escape.  He had had to find something within himself to give him
the strength to survive in this monstrous situation.  115 now knew that he
had to do the same thing.  He had to follow 104 and Radar, and others whose
names he would never know.  He had to discover within himself the strength
he would need to survive in a seemingly hopeless situation.  He didn't
notice it at first, but he'd stopped crying, he'd also stopped praying.
His mind was taking him other places within himself, and it seemed he was
seeing some of them for the first time.  He began to pay attention, not
sure where the strength would come from, but certain that it would come.
Eventually, 115 had the best sleep he'd had since that terrible day, and
during the sleep, he grew stronger.

	What 115 didn't know yet, was that his new found strength and
resolve would be tested sooner than he might think.  Trainer had already
told the Bosses that he was to be the piss boi the next day, and that was a
part of the reality that 115 struggled with the most.

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I hope you continue to enjoy the story, as I continue to enjoy hearing from
you with your comments and suggestions.  I'm also still in the midst of my
search for another 24/7 slave.  I'm looking for a young man ready to learn
from and enjoy a creative Master.  Get in touch if you have any interest or
want more information.