Date: Wed, 6 Jan 2010 08:47:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Jake Ward <nakedrabbit819@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sex Toy Enslavement Ch.14
********APOLOGIES**********
My apologies for the delay in this Chapter!! A number of personal and
family issues proved more time consuming than I thought, and then I had a
little writer's block to overcome. I'm back at it now, and hope you find
this Chapter as entertaining as the previous ones.
I still really enjoy hearing from my readers, as it's the only compensation
we Nifty Authors get. Even if I've heard from you before, I still enjoy
hearing from you again, and it encourages me in my writing. So let me know
what you think, and if you have any suggestions, please don't hesitate in
offering them. Some of your suggestions have already been worked into the
storyline.
Again, I'm still searching for a personal slave, so if you would enjoy a
creative silver daddy who knows how to help you reach your full potential
as a slave, get in touch and we'll talk about it.
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This story is fiction...........I think.
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. I will periodically update the time line as
well.
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) Captive about 6 weeks.
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 7.5 months.
101: 21 yo, 6'4", 225, 12" uncut, Black, heavily musceled, black
hair and brown eyes, straight, captive 5 1/2 months.
Sold to Buyer C2 as a K9 slave.
103: 23 yo, 6'2", 195, 8" uncut, Latino, tall slender and well
defined, black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive just over
6.5 months.
104: 22 yo, 6'2", 190, 7" cut, Anglo, swimmer's build, brown hair
and eyes, gay, captive just under 6.5 months. Sold
to Buyer X and transformed into a she/he.
105: 24 yo, 5'8", 165, 6" cut, Iranian, slighter build but very
well defined, black hair and eyes, straight, captive 6
months. Sold to Buyer Y with XX.
107: 19 yo, 5'9", 165, 8" uncut, Latino (Captured illegal),
athletic build, brown hair and eyes, straight, captive 5
months. (Wearing ball weights)
109: 23 yo, 6'1", 190, 10" uncut, Black (Ebony), slightly muscular
and well defined, straight, captive just over 3.5 months.
112: 21 yo, 6', 180, 9" cut, Anglo (darkly handsome features),
athletic build and well defined with attractive body hair, straight,
captive about 3 months.
113: 24 yo, 6', 190, 5" cut, Asian, slender but muscular build,
black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive about 2.5 months. (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? Captive
about 3 weeks.
117A: 18 yo, 5'10", 170, 7" uncut, Latino (Captured illegal),
athletic defined build, brown hair and eyes, straight.
Captive about 2 weeks.
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
being trained for Buyer Y. Sold with 105.
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.
Mr. C2: Early 50's, 5'9", 215 (pudgy), Anglo, salt & pepper hair,
another computer wiz boy. Bought 101 for K9.
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Chapter 14
Part 1
(Mr. Y Comes for a Visit)
Mr. Y had been planning this trip for awhile. The reports he'd
been getting on his two purchases had been very encouraging, but he wanted
to see the progress for himself. So the Doctor had been glad to set up a
time when he could come and enjoy his slaves while he waited for their
training to be complete. In fact, Trainer had talked to him about
something that he could do to help the training along, and Y had liked the
idea very much. He was relaxing in one of the guest rooms as he waited for
the arrival of 105.
At the same time, 105 was being taken by Murphy for what he assumed
would be another training session with Trainer. He knew nothing about his
Master's arrival. As Murphy took the slave into the section of the
compound where the guest suites were located, 105 began to wonder what was
going on. He knew better than to ask any questions, or even to speak to a
free man without being given permission. He'd come a long way in his
training, but sometimes he wished he could just ask a simple question
without worrying that he'd be punished for it. However, he knew those days
were gone, he was a slave, and he had accepted that reality.
As they came into the guest suite Mr. Y was in the other room.
Murphy had knocked, then come in with 105. He stood in the entry of the
suite while 105 assumed a presentation position. Then Y came into the room
and 105 saw who it was. He was surprised at the flood of emotions that he
felt all of a sudden. He wasn't expecting that, but this was the man who
had bought him. This was the man who had changed his life from what it had
been only a short time before. This was the man who was saving his brother
from this life and worse, and this was the man who had delivered an enemy
into his hands. This was the man he owed his new life to, and he was
seeing him for the first time since all of this had happened.
105 fell to his knees without being commanded to, he bowed his head
slightly and whispered so that it was barely audible in the room,
"Master..........Master."
Having this beautiful man react to him this way was one of the most
stimulating and erotic moments Y had experienced in a long time. To be
sure, he had hired beautiful whores before, he could afford any of that
kind of thing he wanted, but this handsome man was truly his slave, and the
sense of power and satisfaction that reality gave him was intoxicating.
Watching him submit now out of a sense of responsibility as his property,
and a true desire to please him caused his cock to jump a little.
"I don't think I'll need you any further," Mr. Y said to Murphy.
"Certainly Sir," Murphy responded with a little concern, "Sir, I'll
be glad to step back and stay inconspicuous if you have any
concerns........."
"I appreciate that, but I don't think it will be necessary. I have
the saftey button if I need it," and Y showed Murphy the button that was
wrapped into his palm that the Doctor provided all his customers when they
visited. If pressed it would incapcitate any collared slave within 25
feet. The Doctor certainly had no intention that his customers would ever
be threatened in any way by a slave, but he wanted them to feel the extra
security of that device.
"As you wish Sir," Murphy responded, and left the room.
Master and slave were alone for the first time and each was caught
up in his own feelings, but 105 was trying to get his head back into the
moment. He wanted to be present for his Master.........to serve him
completely. A reality he would never have imagined prior to his capture,
and now one he couldn't conceive in any other way. Trainer had done an
excellent job.
"Crawl here slave," Y commanded, and immediately 105 responded as
he crawled on all fours to his Master's feet, then lowered himself into a
kowtow and kissed his Masters feet before rising up on his knees in the
kneeling presentation position he had been taught. His legs spread
shoulder width, his cock thrust out slightly since his Master was in front
of him, his hands resting in the small of his back and his head slightly
bowed. He didn't know it, but he had been taught this and other
presentation positions by Trainer after Mr. Y had selected them as the ones
he wanted his slaves to use. Each slave was trained to the particular
tastes of each Buyer. Mr. Y had picked this position out of a book of
positions provided by the Doctor. He had simply liked this one better than
many of the others, and because of that,a simple preference, this slave had
been taught to take it and specified others depending on the situation.
Even a slight preference of his Master would now and forever determine how
this slave lived.
"It was a long flight, and I had a couple of drinks on the plane,
but I saved something for you slave," Y said, looking down at this finely
muscled slave.
Without being told anymore, 105 anticipated his Master's need and
lowered himself a bit, put his head back, opened his mouth wide, and placed
his tongue just over his lower lip, waiting to be used by his Master.
The movement further convinced Mr. Y that this slave was going to
be worth the additional expense of a college education for his brother. To
have this beautiful specimen of manhood anticipate his need and submit
himself completely for his pleasure.........he had to stop thinking so much
about it, or he'd get too hard to piss, he thought to himself as he smiled.
He pulled out his cock, rested it on the softness of 105's tongue as he
adjusted instantly to his Master's height, and had one of the most
satisfying pisses of his life. He didn't want it to end, but knew it would
have to, as 105 was swallowing for all he was worth to make sure none of it
spilled out. When he finished, 105 licked the last drop from his piss
slit, thanked him, and resumed his position before his Master.
"You please me slave. With your appearance and your attitude, you
please me."
105 lowered his head in acknowledgement of the statement then
resumed his position. Since he had not been given permission to speak, nor
asked a specific question, he knew to remain silent, and his Master noticed
the training. Anyone's normal response to a compliment is to say, "thank
you," he thought, but 105 was not anyone, he was a slave, a slave who knew
his place and how to act.
But Y wasn't finished running a little series of tests that he had
planned for this encounter. He pointed to a rack that was constructed on
one wall of the room. It had been designed so that a prospective buyer
could try out different desires on a possible purchase. "Get against the
rack, spread eagle," he ordered 105, who moved immediately to the required
spot and assumed the designated position.
His Master soon had 105's hands spread and fastened to the rack as
well as his feet. He looked 105 in the eyes and saw a combination of
resignation, submission and fear. "Good," he thought, "all of those are
appropriate emotions for a slave with his Master, and it's unlikely two
months ago this slave had any but the last, with a side order of hatred."
"I've been thinking about it, and I can't quite decide what size I
want these little babies to be," Y said as he fingered 105's nipples. They
had developed nicely since the Doctor had wanted this slave's nipples to be
a little larger. Y placed the fingernails of his thumb and middle finger
in a pincer position in the middle of each of 105's nipples. Then he
slowly started applying pressure........letting it build pretty quickly
into a significantly painful reality for him. 105 began to moan and that
quickly progressed into a sustained groan, as he felt that his nipples were
literally being pinched in half.
"Any opinion slave, do you think these nipples are okay the way
they are, or should they be a little smaller," Y asked as he continued to
squeeze 105's nips so hard, he wondered if in fact the tips would be
pinched off? But he also remembered what Trainer had said, "You are a
slave.......period," and it was true.
"Please Master," 105 gasped through the pain, and Y waited for the
begging to begin. "Please, Master," he gasped again, "fix them the way
they would please you, Master."
Y turned his head slightly and looked even deeper into 105's eyes.
That wasn't the response he'd expected, but it was the one he'd hoped for.
But even hoping, it had taken him a little by surprise. He began to let up
on 105's nipples, and his gasping slowed. 105 began to regain some
composure as his Master slowly took his balls into his hand.
"I'm wondering how many of these little jewels a slave needs to
have to still be of service to his Master.......one," he said as he began
to squeeze one of 105's nuts between his fingers. 105 braced himself for
the pain that would be pouring out of his groin into his gut and would
normally double him over, except that he was tied to a rack. Just about
the time his breathing started to increase to pump more oxygen to his body
to handle the pain, Y's hand opened just long enough to take in both
vulnerable orbs and resumed sqeezing immediately, "or two." In an instant
the pain washing through 105's groin was doubled, and he began to emit a
low groan. Tears were now coming out the corners of his eyes as he endured
this onslaught to what used to be integral to his manhood, but was now just
another toy for his Master's pleasure.
Because of his preparatory conversation with Trainer, Mr. Y knew
what he wanted to do next. While he was still crushing 105's balls in his
hand, and 105 was groaning in agony, he leaned in and began to kiss 105.
At first, 105 was too shocked and in too much pain to realize what was
happening. His eye's had been closed as he strained to endure the assault
to his testicals, but now he opened them, and through the haze of pain saw
his Master looking at him and moving closer for another kiss. Even with
the agony he was suffering, he melted again, this man was his Master, he
could do anything he wanted with him, but he was now choosing to kiss him,
and 105 was desperate for that contact.
What Y was careful to do however, was to not reduce the pressure
any at all. 105 was paying a price for the privilege of kissing his
Master, and he would soon learn that the price of any affection would be
the pain that Y enjoyed inflicting on his slaves. It would come to be a
price that 105 would gladly pay. This combination of severe pain and a
little affection went on for a good while before Mr. Y let go of 105's
balls and stepped back a step or two. He was ready to talk to this slave.
"I want something from you alpha. As your owner, I know I can have
anything I want, simply by commanding it, but I want you to give something
to me boi. I don't want it because I take my time beating you on this rack
until you finally submit to my will and do what I want. It is something I
would like for you to give to me, even though I can guarantee you it will
be a very painful and humiliating thing for you to give me. I've never
asked for anything from a slave like this before, but I've never tried to
develop and alpha before either."
105 had listened intently to his Master, and now dared to risk
speaking, "May I speak Master?"
"Speak slave."
"Master, you own me. Before I was enslaved I never new such a
thing still existed, and I fought it with everything in me, but something
has happened to me. It's not simply being made a slave, though that's
certainly part of it, it's more than that. In the depth of my dispair you
did what I would have thought impossible and unthinkable. You bought me,
you made me a commodity, a thing, with that purchase. After being told
this, I planned on killing myself as soon as I could find a way, but before
I could I was told of all that you had done for me. You bought me, yes,
but you gave me back some of my dignity, the dignity of a slave to be sure,
but I learned in your gift that there is such a thing."
"Master, you gave me my brother's life. Not just sparing him from
the Doctor's plan of enslavement, but giving him the possibility of a real
life with the education you are providing for him. You gave him more than
I could ever hope to, and you did that with no gain for yourself. Then you
delivered my enemy into my hands, returning some of the dignity that had
been taken from me, and you did so with no gain to yourself. You have
given me more than I could have asked for as a slave, and now you ask if I
would give something to you."
"I ask for one more thing from you Master," 105 said, and Mr. Y
looked surprised and a little displeased, but 105 went on, "Please allow me
to give you whatever you desire, even before you tell me what it is,
regardless of the pain or humiliation. I beg you to allow me to give you
that gift, then I beg you to beat me as hard as you can and allow me the
joy of then being able to give it to you all over again. Please allow that
Master, for I am truly yours in every way you can think of, and my only
desire is to give you pleasure," and with that, 105 bowed his head before
his Master.
What started out as a rebuke, was caught in Y's throat as a knot.
This is what he had hoped for all along. It was all for this moment, the
money, the planning, the time, this is what he had wanted, for another man
to give himself to him in this way. The feeling of power he had over this
slave was now absolutely complete, and it aroused him in a way that had
rarely occured for him. He released 105 from his bonds, he took hold of
his cock and led the willing slave to the bed. He roughly pushed him face
down onto the bed and commanded him, "get that cunt in the air bitch," and
with a passion he hadn't felt in a long time he took what was his.
As Y climbed on the bed he lubricated his cock with lube
conveniently placed on the bedside table. As he finished lubing his cock,
he placed it at the entrance to 105's backdoor and began to knock. He
pushed in a little at first, and as he did, he lay down on the slave, that
would become one of his favorite fuck positions, and he slid in the rest of
the way. 105 worked to relax his cunt so that his Master would enjoy
himself. Then began to moan to Y, "Fuck your bitch, Master. Use your
bitch's cunt Master. Fuck me Master."
It was music to Y's ears to have this beautiful, muscular man
submit to his every whim. 105 thought his Master had done all those things
as gifts to him, "let him think that," Y thought. He knew he'd done all
those things for this, to own this man, truly own him. For this beautiful
man to get up every day and think hard on how he could please his Master,
how he could be used for that pleasure. That was worth the paltry amount
it cost to send that brat brother of his to college. Hell, his wife had
just spent more remodeling their bedroom in their townhouse in Paris, and
he seriously doubted he'd get as much pleasure out of that room as he was
getting out of this slave.
To the music of his slave begging to be used by him, Y continued to
ride that beautiful ass, so willingly given up to him. He rammed in and
out of it, and continued that until he could feel his load swelling in his
balls and getting ready for release. He loved the feeling, just before he
shot his load, of the point of no return, the point at which it didn't
matter what he did, he was going to shoot. As he reached that point this
time he put his arms around 105 and pulled him to himself, and said, "you
belong to me bitch, and I'll do whatever I want with you," and then he
shouted with the release he'd been waiting for since he had boarded the
plane, "Yes, Take It Cunt, Take It All You Fucking Cunt," and 105 did
exactly that, knowing he now had a Master that valued him.
As Y relaxed on the back of his slave, just as he would on a
pillow, as unconcerned about his slave's comfort as he would be about a
pillow, he continued the earlier conversation.
"I'm going to do something boi, that could be confusing for you,
but I want it to remember that it will be my alpha. Does it understand
that?"
"Yes Master, it understands. It accepts your will for its life,
Master," 105 stated, using the same pejorative that his Master had used,
just as Trainer had taught him.
"This will be a test for it, and for its trust in me as its Master.
Don't dissappoint me slave."
"Yes Master, it won't disappoint you, Master," 105 quietly
responded.
"That remains to be seen," Y responded as he got out of the bed and
went to the phone connecting the room to Trainer's office. "We're ready to
go with you to the other site," he said matter of factly to the other end
of the phone.
105 wasn't sure what was about to happen, but he could feel the
tension in the air as his Master told him to get on his knees in
presentation mode. In a few minutes, Trainer was there, and while he spoke
to Mr. Y, he casually placed a leash on 105's collar and put blinder
goggles on him. 105 began to become concerened about some of what his
Master had said to him, because the last time Trainer did this to him, he
was taken into another part of the compound and made to fuck someone else.
What was going to happen now?
As the three moved to another part of the compound unobserved by
anyone else, 105 was allowed to walk at the end of the leash instead of
crawl, but when they reached a point and went through a door that sounded
like a vault door, he was once again told to get on his knees. What he
didn't know was that he was now kneeling in XX's special training area with
XX only a few feet away standing in presentation mode with similar blinders
on. Williams was standing a few feet away to assist in any way he could.
He had been preparing XX for this meeting since early morning, and his
preparations had paid off. XX was beautiful, standing there, naked of
course, with a slight sheen over his entire body from the body oil that
Williams had used.
This was the first time that Y had seen XX since he had been taken
as a slave, and he was most impressed with this slave, as he had been when
he saw him the first time he'd come to the compound. Trainer could tell
that Y was pleased with what he saw, and this pleased Trainer because all
of this had required a good deal of effort. Of course, Trainer smiled,
thinking to himself, I'm also getting a great deal of money for this job.
"On your knees Dos," Trainer barked, and Dos went instantly into
position. It had been a battle, but XX had finally realized that nothing
was going to change his circumstances, at least not yet. Trainer had
absolute control, and as XX had very painfully learned, he knew how to use
that control to whatever ends he desired.
Trainer then turned to Williams and told him to leave the room but
stand ready at the door to come in if needed. Williams hadn't really
noticed, but this was the first time he'd been around XX when he wasn't
gagged. He'd removed the gag from XX just as Trainer and the others had
come in, per Trainer's instructions. Trainer had been careful to make sure
that the only person XX could communitcate with was him. Trainer didn't
want XX to have the opportunity to tell anyone else that he'd been a Boss
at the compound before he was enslaved. The control had been so complete
that XX had given up trying to tell Williams what had happened. All of
this had gone a long way in pushing XX further into the slavery that had
become his reality.
Now, as XX's blinders were removed by Trainer, and his eyes were
allowed to adjust to the light, Y came into focus for him for the first
time since he'd seen him in the Inspection Room with 105. XX also noticed
that 105 was kneeling nearby, and Trainer was just taking his blinders off
as well. For the first time since Y had arranged this all the members of
the trio were looking at each other.
XX found it almost impossible to control his feelings as he wanted
to lunge at this man who had changed his life, to rip his throat out and
crush his heart in his bare hands. Y saw the hatred in XX's eyes and
relished it. He had expected no less from this gorgeous man who only weeks
ago felt he was on top of his world, only to be brought down and debased as
a sexual object for the pleasure of someone else. Oh no, Y thought, hate
me all you want bitch, I still own you, and will do whatever I want with
you.
However, Y didn't say anything, and XX used all of his self control
to hold his position because he could see Trainer there, ready to bring him
down with this damn collar around his neck. XX realized again, maddeningly
so, that he was a slave. That the feelings he was having he could never
act on again, well maybe never, please God not never, just once would be
enough, but XX pushed these thoughts to the margins of his thinking. Those
thoughts could only get him hurt, and hurt badly. Y enjoyed watching XX's
struggle, thinking it was entertaining enough to sell tickets to, but
relishing the fact that this performance was just for his pleasure.
"Slaves," Trainer barked again with great authority in his voice,
"this is your Master, show your obeisance......NOW!"
Both slaves immediately crawled to Y, kowtowed before him, then
each, staying low on the floor lowered his lips to one of Y's feet. Each
slave gently kissed and caressed the foot of his Master, but Y could feel
the electricity between these two slaves who hated each other with a deep
and abiding passion, as they were forced into such close proximity to each
other. Each was considering risking the pain of the collar just to be able
to get his hands on the other one for a moment, but their training held.
Each continued to kiss his Master's foot for a moment then each moved back
on their knees in presentation mode. They tried to keep some distance
between each other, not wanting to even touch the other, unless it was to
inflict pain, but they each knew that when multiple slaves presented
themselves, they should do so in close proximity to the other. Their
discomfort, their hatred, simply made the moment for Y all the more
enjoyable. Trainer could see the potential in all of this for Y's
pleasure, but he also could see the danger in having two powerful slaves
who hated each other so passionately in such close proximity to each other
for extended periods. However, Trainer's job was to prepare Y's slaves for
him, not to judge his motives or evaluate his decisions. The man was
getting exactly what he was paying for, and that was Trainer's primary
concern.
Now, Y thought, let the games begin.
"I haven't decided on your names yet, so for now you will continue
to respond to what you've been called. 105," Y commanded, "kiss the floor
and hold in that position until released," and 105 immediately pressed his
lips to the floor. "Now Dos, this is our first chance to get acquainted
since I purchased you. I know it probably came as a surprise to you, but
you were a surprise to me when I came here looking for a slave. You're
beautiful and quite appealing, and I decided I had to have you as well. It
was my intention when I purchased the two of you that 105 would become my
alpha. Of course, I've already hired a trainer to handle and care for my
slaves, but I thought it would be nice to have a slave also help with that
task, hence my desire for an alpha. However, as I look at you both now I
must admit that I'm beginning to reconsider that first thought. I'm
wondering if you have what it takes to be a good alpha. Mr. Trainer, do
you have any thoughts on the subject?"
Trainer was expecting the question, and he knew what Y was doing.
"Sir, once you choose which slave you would prefer as your alpha, either
slave has the potential to be a good one, and will receive the training
needed to assure that for you," Trainer responded with confidence.
The thoughts that were running through each slave's mind were
causing each quite different feelings. 105 found himself wondering what
his Master was doing. Was it possible he would make Dos the alpha? He
wasn't sure he could live with that, as he remembered the words Trainer had
burned into him..........'you are a slave.....only that......nothing
more......and your Master may do whatever he wishes with you.'
At the same time, Dos was having trouble keeping his mind from
racing to the possibilities. As an alpha he would have more liberty, more
freedom, maybe enought to escape, and at the same time, while he was in
this Hell, he could make 105's Hell even worse. If anyone had told him a
month ago that in a month he would be hoping desperately to become an alpha
slave, he would have told them they were crazy, but here he was, hoping
beyond hope that his Master would choose to make him the alpha.
"I want my alpha to be able to carry out my commands, to seek to
help me in any way, and to always have my best interest at heart. He will
have authority over the other slave, but will remain a slave himself. He
will even discipline the other slave to make sure that slave continues to
focus on me. However, he will not be allowed to damage the other slave,
for the other slave is my property, and the alpha will always respect that.
But, we all know that a lot of discipline can be administered without
permanent damage," Y said with an evil twist of his mouth.
"Dos, I'm going to reconsider my original decision. I want to see
if you have what I think it will take to be that alpha for me. I'm going
to give you complete control over 105, and I want to see if you can handle
him in such a way that he continues his training and is always ready to
serve me completely. I'll expect you to show me that you can punish him,
even humiliate him, as I want my alpha to also be feared by any other
slaves I get. If you can demonstrate to me that you have what it takes,
then I'll consider making you my alpha. Do you understand slave?"
Dos immediately fell to the floor and crawled the short distance to
Y and began kissing his feet. "Yes Master, your slave understands and will
try very hard to please you in every way," he found himself saying, and
meaning it with every fiber of his being. To be a slave was hell on earth,
and any improvement in that circumstance was to be sought with all one's
efforts. Dos would do everything in his power to be chosen. At the same
time, 105's heart and spirit sank to a new low. He had no way of knowing
if his Master was playing with Dos, or if this was all happening just as it
appeared to be happening. To be a slave with Dos as his alpha was
unimaginable.
But for Dos, the good times had almost come back as he rose and
swatted 105 hard on the ass. "Get on your knees bitch and kiss my cock
like its your favorite lover, because its about to become that. Don't
worry Master," Dos said a little too casually to Y, "when I'm finished with
this slave it will give you the best head you've ever experienced."
Y and Trainer moved to the side and rested on a couple of stools to
watch the show. 105 moved quickly to kiss the cock he hated most in the
world, but if this was what his Master wanted, he would do the best he
could, even for this devil. 105 tenderly and lovingly kissed the cock and
began to suck its head just a bit. He'd hardly begun when Dos slapped him
savagely across the face with the flat of his hand. "You can do better
than that raghead," he shouted at 105, "this isn't one of those vestal
virgins you think is waiting for you in paradise, you dumb fuck, this is a
man's cock, and you should show your appreciation for being allowed to even
approach a man's cock by putting your heart into it. Take it deeply into
that cunt hole you call a mouth, get it as far down that miserable desert
throat of yours as possible. Now get with it cunt mouth."
105 quickly rammed his throat around XX's engorged cock. Taking it
in completely until his lips were pressed firmly against the base of his
cock. He'd become pretty good at overcoming the gag reflex he used to
experience in doing this, but this time was difficult because of who's cock
it was. However, he took it all, and began moving his head and throat back
and forth in such a way as to pleasure the full length of the cock he was
servicing. Soon XX's cock was slick with the deep salivic juices from
105's throat, and 105 was not so stupid as to not know what he was
preparing this cock to do.
Once again, XX viciously slapped 105 with the flat of his hand,
almost knocking him off his cock. "Now get on the floor and beg for a real
man to fuck you bitch, beg the way I taught you to beg for a real man's
cock."
The words sent a chill down 105's back. It was almost as if he was
being thrown back to a few weeks before, when XX was a Boss tormenting him
for his own sadistic pleasure. However, he moved quickly to the floor,
reflecting the training he'd received in the past few weeks, and assumed
the position that he knew XX liked. He got on one butt cheek and an elbow,
lifting one leg up, exposing the blossom of his cunt to XX. Then he wetted
one of his fingers and began moving it slowly in and out of his cunt, while
he began to squeeze one of his nipples with the fingers of his other hand.
Once he was in position he looked seductively into XX's eyes and began to
beg him, "Please fuck this bitch, Sir. Please send this miserable little
cunt to paradise with that magnificent cock, please use this little slut
for your pleasure, make me your bitch Boss...........," and on it went as
105 went through the routine that XX had so cruelly taught him when he was
a Boss. Only this time, there were no tears. This time 105 accepted his
position as a slave, this time he did what was required of him as well as
he could, because that was his function as a slave.
Unknown to either XX or 105, Y found himself experiencing a raging
hardon as he watched 105 submit to XX's abuse, and especially to his
pleadings to be fucked. Y was actually a little surprised at his own
reactions and knew he would have to explore that later.
But in the fever of the moment, it was XX that truly forgot where
he was and what he'd become. His lust for and hatred of this bitch in
front of him was as great as ever, and to once again have power over him
was more intoxicating than he had ever suspected it would be.
Unfortunately for XX he never really understood the subtlety of some
realities. Such as the fact that the root of the word "intoxicating" is
"toxic," and that's what was about to happen to XX as he continued. He was
about to poison himself.
As XX watched 105 continue to debase himself, he failed to realize
that there was a difference in 105 now. Yes, he was going through the
motions and saying all the right words, but he failed to see the
difference. That 105, while humiliating himself, and genuinely so, was
also a slave doing as he was told, and was beginning to take a bit of pride
in the fact that he could do what he was told, even if it meant humiliating
himself, and do it well for the pleasure of the man controlling him. 105
had finally become a true slave, while XX still had a ways to go on that
journey.
But what XX didn't fail to notice was how excited he was becoming
with 105 debasing himself before him. It was also likely that with the
pent up frustration he'd experienced over the past few weeks, it was simply
too early for him to be allowed this kind of control or liberty with
anyone, but especially a slave he hated as much as 105. He grabbed 105 by
his hair, moving his face closer to the debased slave's, and growled at
him, "Now I'm going to remind you what being fucked by a real man is like,"
and as quickly as that, he spread 105's legs, lifted his cunt up off the
floor a bit and started pressing his engorged cock into 105's ass crack.
The last thing 105 wanted to experience was being fucked by this
monster again, but he knew what he must do for his Master as he
submissively said, "Please teach me how to satisfy a real man Sir." The
words almost gagged him, but he focused on seeing and speaking to his
Master. He was looking at the snarling face of XX, but he saw his Master.
For if this is what his Master had decided should happen to him, then so be
it, his Master could do with him as he chose. What he hadn't realized yet,
but would later as he reflected on this, was that his submission to his
Master was what made it possible for him to open his hole appropriately for
the violation and debasement that XX desired. He felt XX in him once
again. He remembered the other times that this man had used him as a sex
toy, but this one was different. XX was using him, but he realized now
that he was giving himself to his Master. XX was an extension of his
Master's will........105 was learning an important lesson for a slave.
All of this was lost on XX as he felt himself bury his cock in the
warm, moist hole of this beautiful slave. He began to thrust in and out of
that willing cunt with powerful strokes. His cock would come almost
completely out before he would ram it back in all the way to its base. He
heard the groans of 105 which only served to excite him more.
"That's right you fucking bitch," he snarled as he steadied his
rapid rhythm, "take it all, feel a real man inside you, using you for the
only thing you raghead cunts are good for."
At the same time that XX was reaching for one of 105's nipples and
viciously squeezing it between his fingers, Trainer was looking at Mr. Y.
He noticed that all the activity was exciting Mr. Y, and he realized again
that the dynamic of the hatred these two slaves had for each other was a
major part of the excitement for him. That's when he began to consider
that this situation might also be the solution of another problem he was
going to have, but he would think about that more later. For now, he was
going to add to the chemistry of what was going on for Mr. Y's pleasure.
After all, the pleasure of the Doctor's customers was the paramount issue
in this compound.
Trainer stood up, walked to a side shelf and picked something up.
Then he walked over to where XX was savagely raping 105, and as 105's moans
were becoming louder, Trainer put the object in XX's hand and said simply,
"Let's hear him really sing for his Master's pleasure."
Without slowing in his rape at all, XX looked down at what was in
his hand, then smiled with a savage delight. It was the little plastic
accordian bottle of the pepper sauce that had been used on him. Now it
would find its real use, he thought, as it burned the inside of this sand
monkey's cock. In one fluid motion he reached down and grabbed 105's hard
cock, and with little concern for delicacy plunged the narrow elongated
spout into his piss slit. 105 screamed with the violation, and wasn't sure
what was happening since the sauce had never been used on him before. He
was about to be educated.
"This is going to excite you a bit cunt, but try not to embarrass
your brown ass too much," XX laughed as he pressed the base of the
accordian tube, sending an ample supply of the pepper sauce deep into 105's
waiting cock. It took a moment for 105 to realize what had been injected
into him, but only a moment. Then he felt a searing burning pain inside
his cock unlike anything he'd ever felt. It started slowly, but then began
to increase in intensity, and then to his horror, only kept increasing as
the inside of his cock felt like a lit torch had been jammed inside it.
105 began to scream and to thrash about the floor, but XX got control very
quickly, slapping him cruelly across his face and yelling, "Keep the palms
of those hands glued to the floor bitch..........if they come off the
floor.......even an inch, the punishment you get will be ten times worse
than what you feel now."
With tears streaming down his face 105 heard the command through
the flames of pain that were consuming his crotch, and with a control that
impressed even Trainer, he slammed his hands, that had been flailing about
his cock, trying to clean out whatever firey substance had been injected,
down onto the concrete floor at his sides. Even through the tears and the
screams, he looked at XX with a hatred that burned brighter than the flame
consuming his cock. He continued to scream in agony as XX enjoyed his ride
even more, now that he knew 105 was completely in Hell. Within moments XX
felt himself coming to a climax unlike any he'd ever experienced. It was
everything, the past weeks of training, the abduction and all the
indigities of the slavery he'd been subjected to, his hatred of this
foreign piece of shit, the fact that he hadn't been allowed to cum for
almost two weeks........it was everything, but when he began to explode
inside this cunt, with cord after cord of hot seed being buried deep inside
this cunts bowels, screaming with delight, almost as loud as 105 was
screaming in agony.........unknown to both of them, Y felt a miraculously
enjoyable climax of his own, and he hadn't even touch himself. These two
were going to be worth every penny, he thought to himself, and smiled as he
watched XX collapse on a still screaming 105, noticing he still had his
palms pressed to the floor.
About twenty minutes later a very satisfied looking Dos was on his
knees with his head slightly bowed in presentation mode. 105 was next to
him in a similar position and had finally gained enough control to stop
crying and screaming, though his cock was leaking a bit of milky discharge
as his body tried to rid itself of the offensive substance. Once he'd been
given permission to get up from the floor, he had still refrained from
touching his painfilled cock because he was not given permission to do so.
He was still hurting, but he knew the worst of the pepper was over. Though
he found himself worrying that the worst of this situation might not be
over. His body trembled a bit in fear of what might still happen, but he
held the position he had been ordered into.
XX on the other hand was feeling great about everything. Oh he was
still a slave, though as an alpha he thought he might find a way to change
even that. He felt that he had truly impressed Y with his ability and
prowess. Trainer, on the other hand, was already making mental notes of
things that still needed to be done in training Dos. He was actually
berating himself a bit for not having gotten further with him in the time
he'd had so far, but he knew he would make up for it if Y would give him
the time. Everyone was now waiting for Y to decide where this was all
going.
"105, here boi," Y said as he extended his hand from his body a
bit, calling him like a dog and watching as 105 crawled on his knees to the
place indicated and kissed the back of the hand extended to him. "You have
seen the power of Dos as an alpha, and I must consider that in my
selection, and I have to wonder, if I decided to make you my alpha, would
you be able to handle such a powerful slave? Tell me boi, if you were my
alpha could you fuck Dos as thoroughly as he just fucked you?"
"Master," 105 said as he looked up into Y's eyes for the first
time, "if you commanded me to fuck another slave for your pleasure and you
wanted to hear him scream, I assure you I would be able to do so with
similar results, and I wouldn't have to resort to any foreign substance
other than my cock. However, may I speak freely Master about being your
alpha?"
Y looked down into the face of this exotically beautiful man with
some curiosity, and gave him permission to speak.
"Master, if I was your alpha I would always have only one
objective, the achievement of every sexual desire you have through the use
of your sex toy slaves. But that would mean that I would need to
understand exactly what it was that pleasured you, that caused you to get
excited. I would have to beg you for the honor of a bit of your trust in
me, to enable me to train myself and your other slaves to be able to give
you every pleasure you desire. I want to know what stimulates and excites
you, then I would beg for enough freedom with your property to make that
happen for you. Your pleasure will become my greatest goal, regardless of
the degree of pain it causes me or any of your slaves. If you enjoy seeing
me raped, abused or debased by other slaves, then you will see much of
that. If you enjoy receiving head while the slave is being beaten, then
you will have it. Whatever you want, will become my goal, and your
happiness will be the only prize I seek for my efforts. That is what I
would do if you decided to honor me by making me your alpha Master," and
with that 105 kissed Y's hand again and lowered his head in submission.
Once again, Y found himself marvelling at his good fortune in
finding this remarkable slave, and he looked at Trainer, who was smiling in
satisfaction at the success story he had created out of 105. Trainer knew
what Y would do, and tragically so did XX, who too late understood the
extent and gravity of his mistake in his behaviour as an alpha. He hadn't
received the most important lesson from Trainer for an alpha, and 105 had
taken that lesson to heart when Trainer had screamed at him, "You are a
slave, nothing but a slave, and you will never be anything but a slave, no
matter what." 105 accepted that reality, and now had made it work for him.
Y looked down at 105 again and said with authority, "You, 105, will
be my alpha. You will make sure that all my slaves are always ready to
give me the pleasure and obedience I seek. I have a trainer as well, but
you will be treated as my alpha. You, Dos, will obey my trainer and my
alpha as if it were me speaking to you," and with that XX realized the
magnitude of his mistake, he wanted to yell out in protest, even raised his
head a bit and began to open his mouth, but to his credit, and because
Trainer was glaring at him like the Devil himself, he remained silent as he
felt himself slip into a new depth of Hell.
"105 from this day forward you will be named 'Rex,' the name may
mean nothing to you, but that was the name of my favorite dog when I was
growing up, and it will please me to think of him when I use you." Rex
leaned forward and kissed the hand of his Master, and thanked him for the
privilege of bearing his favorite dog's name. There was a time that he
would have considered killing a man for that kind of insult, naming him
after a dog, but those times were gone, and he knew that with a certainty.
He was now and forever, or until his Master chose otherwise, Rex, the
slave.
"One other thing Rex," Y said as he looked down at his slave once
more. "I especially enjoyed your performance with Dos when you were
begging to be fucked. I want you to be able to do that for me often, and I
want all my slaves to be able to do it as well as you. Is that understood
Rex?"
"Yes Master, all your slaves will enjoy presenting themselves to
you in that way whenever you please."
"Speaking of when I please," Y said as he turned to Trainer, "can
you have my slaves ready for delivery in ten days. I'm going to be taking
a holiday by myself at that time, and I'd like all my slaves to be
available for me?"
Trainer was a little concerned about the amount of time, but didn't
let on about it at all as he responded promptly, "Absolutley Sir, they will
be ready for you whenever you're ready to take delivery of them. If it
pleases you Sir, may I have a word with you in private before you leave?"
"Rex, get back beside your brother. You two can fondle each other
while I speak with Trainer, and the two of them stepped away a few feet and
whispered to each other. Y looked a little surprised at first, then looked
like he was thinking about something, then began to grin a little and shook
Trainer's hand. Neither slave knew what was going on, but as they groped
each other's cock, they knew something had been decided, and it probably
effected them.
As Trainer walked back to the two slaves, Mr. Y let himself out,
going back to his room and getting ready for his departure. "You two will
spend the next ten days together learning how close you will probably be
for the rest of your lives. Dos, I think even your little brain is
beginning to register how badly you screwed the pooch today, but Rex you
also need to know that your Master intends to review his decision about
which would make the best alpha in six months. Both slaves looked up at
that announcement, and their minds began to race with what that meant.
Trainer also knew that Y was doing it to keep the competition and the
animosity alive. He almost chuckled to himself at how easy it was to
manipulate slaves, but he didn't have time for that. These two had a lot
of work before them, and he had even more.
"Williams," he shouted..............
Part 2
(The Doctor Relaxes With the Twins)
Radar was showing Mr. Watts into the Doctor's study. Watts noticed
that Radar had a nasty black eye and several bruises on the left side of
his torso, and that he seemed to be walking a little oddly. The bitch must
have really pissed off the Doc about something, Watts thought to himself,
it had been a long time since he'd seen Radar with bruises like this. He'd
have to keep an eye on it. Could be the Doc was getting tired of this one,
and might want another. After all, ten years is a long time with the same
cunt. Not that the Doc didn't have a great deal of variety anytime he
wanted it, Watts thought and chuckled to himself.
The Doctor was glad to see Watts and was hoping for a good report.
As he came in, the Doctor told Radar, "Tell Murphy to have the twins here
in twenty minutes, and to plan on leaving them here for the evening. I
also want you to be here with the twins, cunt."
"Cluck," sounded Radar, as he rushed to text the required message
to Boss Murphy. He moved with fear these days. He wasn't sure what was
bothering the Doctor, but he'd been vividly reminded again that when the
Doctor was anxious or worried, he generally suffered. That had certainly
been the case two days ago when he'd accidently spilled a bit of soup on
the Doctor's table while he was serving. The Doctor had flown into a rage
and severly beaten him. His ribs were still sore from the beating, he was
walking a little funny because of the size buttplug the Doctor had
literally crammed up his cunt this morning, and he suspected the Doctor was
not yet finished with his anger, and that meant he wasn't finished hurting
yet. And, thought Radar, neither were those poor boys about to be brought
into the Doctor's rooms.
"Well, what have you found out for us," the Doctor asked Watts as
Radar left the room. "I want you to know that this is very important to me
Watts, I don't want any screw ups on this."
Don't worry Doctor, there won't be any, and I'm happy to be able to
report to you that we're going to get our chance for the grab in two weeks.
The kid is going to Mexico with some friends to drink, fuck and beat up
some of the local girls, and you'll never guess where they're headed."
The Doctor looked up from his drink, and smiled hesitantly at
Watts. "Don't tell me our boi is headed to Cancun," the Doctor asked with
genuine interest and some relief.
"Leaves in ten days," Watts smirked, "for a week of fun in the sun,
with some of the guys. Your friend and his daughter will be no where
around. Neither will the bastard's parents. Just some other of the idle,
worthless rich brats this country has excelled in producing. In fact, his
parents would prefer that he not go, with all the drug lord trouble in
Mexico these days, but natually, he thinks his wealth makes him immune from
all of that.
The Doctor mused for a moment, this is perfect, he thought. The
chief of police in Cancun was a contact he had nurtured for years because
of some of his clients who went there occassionally. Additionally, he had
supplied one of the drug lords in that region with his favorite toy. This
was too perfect, he continued to think.
"I can't tell you how important it is that there be no trace, no
trail of any kind for anyone, even with money, to find and follow. This
has to be perfect."
"Doctor, I understand completely, and I can assure you, we've never
done an abduction with the kind of care being planned into this one. At
two different points the hand off of the merchandise will be blind drop
offs and pick ups. The one dropping the merchandise off will have no
contact with the one picking it up, and the ones picking it up will only
know enough to pick up the package and drop it off again. Even if the
impossible happened and they were connected in some way to this, they
simply don't know enough to cause us any trouble. Additionally, I've taken
the liberty of contacting one of our friends there and created a third
blind drop where the only guy involved is scheduled for elimination a few
days later. Nothing to do with us, it just worked out that way. I assure
you Doctor, there will be absolutely no trace left of this guy for anyone
to follow. It will be as if he has vanished from the face of the earth."
"When will you have him here?"
"After the grab, it will take another four days, and two more blind
drops, to get him to the warehouse. I'll be bringing him in by sea. In
fact, one of the blind drops will happen there with a GPS device. Believe
me Doctor, I've been very careful in planning for this package. I know how
important it is for you, and the additional risks. I've allowed for all of
that. Need I remind you that one of the reasons you pay me so well is
because I'm really very good at this," Watts said with a grim smile.
Yes, thought the Doctor as he looked back at Watts, you are, and
I'm especially glad of that right now. "If he leaves in ten days why are
you waiting four more days to take him?"
"I want him to relax, get into a little routine, become careless.
Then when a couple of local beauties invite him, and only him, to join them
for a little boating fun, that's when it will happen. The boat will be
found by authorities a couple of days later, but our boy will be well on
his way by then, and there will be no trace of anyone. It will be a tragic
boating accident, those kind of things still happen all over the world.
The girls are local whores owned by our friend, and he assures me he has
plans for them somewhere else in Mexico. By the way, he's expecting you to
remember this when he comes shopping for another toy," Watts chuckled.
The Doctor reviewed everything in his mind. He saw no flaws. He
told Watts to put the plan into operation and to keep him apprised of the
progress. He finished by saying he would be ready for the package in
eighteen days, and made a mental note to fill Trainer in on all of this.
He thanked Watts and dismissed him, adding that if he wanted to enjoy any
of the slaves while he was there, to feel free to do so. Watts smiled
broadly and thanked the Doctor as he walked out.
On his way out, Watts passed the Twins as they were being brought
to the Doctor's quarters. He actually did a double take at how stunning
the two were side by side, naked, oiled, collared, and each grasping the
other's cock to keep it hard since the Doctor had ordered that they were to
be kept hard until further notice. A and B saw Watts as well, even though
they had kept their heads lowered, when they glimpsed the bastard that had
captured them and been responsible for putting them in this slave camp,
they both stared with a deep and burning hatred at him.
It was too much for Watts to pass up. He smiled broadly at their
hatred and said in an official manner to the Boss, "Hold up a minute, let
me see how these two are coming along."
A and B lowered their gaze immediately. In almost two weeks they
had already become well accustomed to new realities. They were
slaves........sex toys in training to be specific......and they already
knew enough to try to stay out of trouble and keep from being noticed.
Only now, it was too late. Watts wanted to have some fun with them at
their expense, and there was nothing they could do about it.
The Twins stood side by side, with their heads slightly bowed,
knowing this bastard could do almost anything he wanted to them, and there
was nothing either of them could do, except try and protect the other as
best he could. Each burned with anger and hatred at this monster that had
put them in this position. Each continued to fondle his brother to keep
him hard. Each knew if one of them went soft, that one would be punished,
but each was absolutely denied permission to touch themselves and keep
themselves hard. So they had to depend on each other, as they kept a watch
on each other's erection, making sure it was maintained in order to keep
their brother safe.
"Look at you two. Looks like you each just love playing with each
other. I'll bet ya'll used to do this a lot with each other when you were
alone. Isn't it great that you can finally spend all of your time playing
with each other's cock and balls. I hear you really like giving each other
head as well, and eating all the cum from each others cock. Is that true?"
"Yes Sir," each responded in unison, knowing that any other answer
would just cause them pain.
"Then you two wet backs should be on your fucking knees thanking me
for helping you to find a place where you could do this all the time," he
snarled, as he pointed to the floor.
A and B quickly fell to their knees and began to frantically
respond, "Thank you Sir, for helping us. Thank you Sir, for finding a
place like this for us." The words almost made them choke, but better
choking on words than on cock, or worse, as they both continued to grovel
in front of Watts.
For Watts it was an enjoyable moment, but he was struck again at
how beautiful these two slaves were when they were together. God, the Doc
was going to make a fortune on these two, he thought to himself as he
slapped one of them across the face and went on his way. The little bit of
excitement had made him hard, and he planned on doing something about that
before he left the compound today.
Murphy slapped both the Twins on their asses with a small whip he
was carrying and told them to, "Stop fooling around and get going," he knew
the Doctor didn't like to be kept waiting. Both scurried to their feet and
continued down the hall. As they came to the Doctor's quarters, Radar let
them in.
This was the first time the twins had been brought to the Doctor's
quarters, and they were terrified. Whenever they encountered this sadist
they learned new depths of suffering and humiliation. They had no reason
to believe this time would be any different, and they were about to
discover that was a valid assumption.
"Murphy, I'd like for you to stay and assist me this evening," the
Doctor stated, and Murphy nodded his head to the Doctor and quietly stepped
off to the side to await further instructions. He was pleased with the
situation, usually Trainer helped the Doctor so Murphy was hopeful that
this might mean a pending promotion of sorts for him. "Now the two of you
have had enough training to begin to understand that this is your new life.
There is no chance that your circumstances will change, unless I decide for
them to. You will be trained here as sex toys, and then you will be sold,
making a great deal of money for me in the process. You may not see any
justice in all of that, but that is of no concern to me whatsoever. There
are far too many people in this world who live lives oblivious to the
realities of this world, and I have simply liberated you from those
ignorant masses. Now you both know what can happen, but you have yet to
find out how painful that can be. We will continue your education in that
area this evening."
With that the Doctor snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor
in front of him. A and B rushed to the spot and fell to their knees. They
had been frightened before, but now they were truly terrified.
"Get on the floor with them Radar," the Doctor snarled. "We shall
continue your punishment with the training of these two," and Radar fell to
his knees next to the twins. He knew this was going to be a horrible
evening, and that reality was confirmed when he heard a low rumbling to his
left. He knew what was happening without having to look, however, all of
this was new to the twins who were struck dumb as a significant section of
the wall to their left began to receed and revealed what could only be
described as a torture chamber. There were several X shaped crosses along
the walls, with a wide assortment of exotic and painful looking gear placed
around, seemingly everywhere. However, what caught the twins immediate
attention was a device that looked like a modified gymnist's pommel horse.
It stood in the center of the space and had two massive dildos strapped to
it, and standing almost straight up from its upper surface. Its use seemed
obvious, but regardless now, the twins were hoping that they were wrong.
"Crawl to the horse bitches," the Doctor snarled as he kicked B on
the side, driving him to the floor from the force of it. All three of the
slaves began to crawl on all fours toward the pommel horse, terrified, but
knowing there was no escape from whatever the Doctor had planned for them.
"A, B, get in standing present position in front of the horse,"
barked the Doctor. As the two took up the specified position they heard a
mechanical hum above them. A bar with chains and broad leather straps was
being lowered from the ceiling above. When the straps seemed low enough
the twins noticed the Doctor press a button on a control that they had not
seen in the Doctor's hand. The bar above them stopped.
"Radar, strap'em in," the Doctor said in a tone that indicated he'd
said it many times, and Radar jumped to run the leather straps under the
shoulders of the twins, and then fastening them back above them. The twins
now stood with heavy leather straps running tightly under their armpits.
"Those straps will hold you two cunts in place and take all your
weight. Radar, get their legs up," and with that Radar got in front of A
and began to lift A's right leg by holding him under his knee. It was a
most awkward position for A, but A soon realized as Radar lifted his leg
and then brought A's right hand and placed it in the crook of his knee,
that he was to hold his leg up in that position. As soon as A had his
right leg secure in that position, Radar proceeded to pull A's left leg out
from under him. All of A's weight was now being supported by the leather
straps under his armpits, and Radar smoothly placed A's left hand under A's
left knee. A was now hanging from the leather straps, holding both legs up
in an extremely awkward and uncomfortable position, with his butt now the
lowest part of his body. The purpose of the contraption was now perfectly
clear as Radar moved to B and repeated the process. The twins were now
hanging from the straps, holding their own legs up so that their asses were
now vulnerable to the dildos on the pommel. It was an ingenious set up,
and obviously the product of a seriously sadistic mind.
"Actually, as we begin our time together this evening, I wanted
each of you to understand again, that I will do anything I want with you,
and that there is nothing either of you can do about it. In fact, you will
both help, because it is each of your responsibility to make sure you hold
your legs up like that until I tell you otherwise. The brother that lets
one of his legs fall is condemning his twin to a severe punishment. Oh,
don't worry, each of you will be in a great deal of pain before we are
finished together, but always remember this, I can
always.......always......make it worse for you, so you had better try to
please me. Do both of you bitches understand that?"
"Yes Master," A and B quickly and obediently responded, knowing
that he was right. He could always make it worse.
"Now here's the way this little contest is played. In a moment,
I'm going to raise you both up over the dildos. Radar will place both of
you onto each dildo, and then I will decide how far down you will go. Then
I will raise you up, and maybe I'll then decide to lower you again. In
fact, I'd say the chances of this maching getting a pretty good work are
excellent," the Doctor chuckled in a humorless way. "As this is happening,
since both of your hands are now busy holding up your legs, Radar will be
making sure each of you stays hard. In fact, he's going to make very sure.
He's going to be playing with each of you simultaneously. His job is to
make each of you cum, but here's the catch. The one who cums first will
condemn his brother to ten good strokes across his ass and back. That may
not sound like much, but we're going to be here for awhile, and I think
you'll discover the accumulative effect can be quite severe."
"So, without further ado, let's get started," the Doctor said with
some anticipation in his voice as he pressed the button and raised the
twins above the dildos. After the twins had been raised to the proper
height, Radar moved each of them to position them with the dildo just
penetrating their asshole. The twins had already been lubricated when they
were being prepared, and fortunately there was a generous amount on the
dildos as well, but since each one was over ten inches long and over eight
inches in circumference, they were the largest objects to yet be inserted
into either slave. The issue wasn't would they go in easily, the issue was
that they were big enough to tear them apart. The Doctor was confident the
slaves would not be damaged, but he also knew the pain would be incredible,
at least he hoped it would.
The twins now fully understood why they had been attached to this
contraption by this sadist. The simple fact was that now they were in the
most vulnerable of positions, and their full weight would be lowered down
on those immense dildos. There was absolutely nothing either could do to
reduce the pressure on the dildos. They had to focus entirely on holding
their legs up, which soon became a struggle, and to try to keep from
cumming first. Each wanted to be the one punished for the other cumming
first, but that was going to be very hard to accomplish as Radar began to
expertly fondle them and began stroking their cocks.
"It's alright slaves to add a little sound to this production," the
Doctor chimed as he began to lower the hapless twins down onto the enormous
dildos. "Feel free to express yourselves and thank me for the games," he
continued laughingly.
The twins needed little encouragement to "sing" for the Doctor as
each of them began to scream in pain as their ass chutes were quickly
filled to capacity by the games being played. They were kept at the same
level by the bar as it was running parallel to the horse, and each was
about a third of the way down the latex cocks as the Doctor halted the
downward movement. They each continued to scream in agony by the invasion
of such a sizable object. Neither had ever felt anything like it, and that
was saying something, even after only two weeks in the compound. Then they
both felt themselves being raised again, but it was only momentary. In
fact, the Doctor only raised them so he could have the fun of lowering them
again immediately. The tears and screaming were almost a constant now.
Radar worked as effeciently as he could, hoping if he could quickly
bring one of the slaves to climax, that the Doctor would stop for awhile.
He knew there was an excellent chance the Doctor would simply keep on
going, but it was all he could do for these poor bastards.
"Shoot," Benito screamed at his brother as both of them were
lowered again onto the giant dildos, filling them again beyond anything
they had ever known, "shoot," he cried again.
"You shoot," Benjamin cried with equal passion, determined to keep
his brother from the punishment awaiting the one that was able to hold his
climax. But both of them continued to scream and tears streaked down their
faces as the Doctor brought them over halfway down the monster cocks before
stopping and raising them again.
"Por favor," Benito screamed, "shoot, es okay, SHOOT," he cried as
again they began their joint journey downward and felt themselves being
torn open again. This time the Doctor brought them down to about three
quarters down the cocks, then stopped again and raised them up. Then he
began a series of short jerky movements which dropped them a couple of
inches, only to then immediately raise them back up, and be dropped again.
It was Hell, as each screamed in agony from what was being done to their
asses.
Both of them continued to scream to the other to shoot, but each
was determined to hold out and protect his brother. Radar knew that
neither of them would last much longer, as they were plunged downward until
their ass cheeks pressed hard against the leathery top of the horse holding
the dildos. The screaming was louder and continuous now. The doctor was
raising the twins till the dildos almost popped out, but as soon as they
got in that position, thinking there might be a few seconds of relief, they
were plunged down all the way, hitting the top of the horse. Each time it
happened the dildos were forced into them by the full weight of their
bodies. At one point, B, Benjamin, almost let go of his left leg, but he
caught himself and struggled to get his hand back under his knee.
Each of their own cocks were swollen and hard as steel rods,
jutting up from their groins. Pre-cum was beginning to ooze out
continuosly and mixed with the lubricant Radar had used to heighten the
effects of his stroking. Neither of the slaves had ever felt their cocks
so big and hard before, even in the midst of excruciating pain, and the
constant stroking of Radar as he also played with the glans at the base of
the cock heads, was becoming unbearable. The twins found themselves in
that place of agony and ecstacy at the same time. They'd certainly never
experienced anything like it, and it was made even worse as each prolonged
it by trying to outlast the other.
Then Radar noticed that A's ball sac was beginning to contract the
slightest bit, and he suspected that A was about to shoot.
"Shoot, hermano, shoot," screamed A at his brother, but all his
brother yelled at him in response was, "You shoot, shoot now......shoot!"
Both brothers were holding off the churning feeling of climax that was
building up in them. Their bodies screamed for release, but they only
responded by screaming at each other to shoot their loads. The Doctor was
getting harder just watching this little drama, and knowing that it was
going to go much further than either of these beautiful boys would have
dreamed.
As the twins continued to struggle to hold their loads within their
ball sacs and to scream to the other to release, A suddenly started
shooting cord after cord of rich thick cum. It burst forth from his cock
as he yelled, "NO!.........NO!" Tears began to flow as he realized that he
had condemned his brother to more pain, but he continued to shoot and kept
yelling, "NO!" He couldn't believe his brother had been stronger than him,
but not by much as he also began to shoot magnificent cords of cum into the
air, even hitting Radar in the face and on the chest.
Well, thought the Doctor, the games will continue, as he said, "So,
B is to be punished because his brother loves to enjoy his
ejaculations.......is that about it A? Did you enjoy shooting your load,
knowing your brother would be punished for it?"
"Please Master, please, punish me, Master, punish me," A begged,
but it was a waste of breath.
"Shut up bitch, you need to begin to understand what a rhetorical
question is, because you're now speaking without permission. Which means
I'm adding ten strokes to the ten strokes your brother was already getting
because you enjoy pleasuring yourself so much........would you like to go
for another ten bitch," the Doctor asked as he glared into the guilt ridden
face of A. A just lowered his head, as he continued to hold his legs up
with his ass half way down the huge dildo.
"Now Radar, as I make a little adjustment you can put B into
position to receive the punishment his brother has earned for him," and
with that the Doctor punched some buttons on the remote control causing the
bar holding the twins to move at an angle, which in turned caused A to go
all the way down on the dildo that had been partly rammed up his cunt, and
causing B, at the other end of the bar, to be raised completely off. A
screamed out in pain as his body weight pushed him all the way down on the
dildo causing it to feel like it was tearing him in two.
As soon as B was off the dildo, Radar grabbed him by his balls and
stiff armed him so that B was swung back on the bar. Now as B continued to
hold his legs, because he had not been given permission to release them,
his body was swung into a position that exposed his back, ass and lower
thighs. B had heard he was going to receive strokes, and he watched as the
Doctor took a switch from the wall and walked behind him. He couldn't
really see the Doctor, but B could hear the switch swishing as it was being
whipped swiftly through the air. Twenty, he thought to himself, and began
to cry.
B screamed in pain as he felt a line of fire laid across his back.
He'd hardly heard it coming. It was so fast, and so incredibly painful,
all he could do was scream out. Then he felt another streak of fire on the
back of his thighs and screamed again. He'd never felt anything like it.
He almost let go of his legs in this awkward position because of the pain,
when the Doctor yelled at him, "You let go of those legs bitch, and we add
another ten strokes," and as soon as the Doctor had said that, there was
another stripe of fire across his ass cheeks. Again, B screamed in agony,
but he held his legs. A was sobbing as he whispered to his brother, "Lo
siento, hermano, lo siento."
As the lashes continued, B was almost incohernet from the pain, but
he managed somehow to take the twenty strokes. Viciously red welts had
appeared along his back, ass cheeks and back thighs, but the Doc knew
they'd be gone in a couple of weeks. But right now, they were lines of
fire that would cause intense pain for hours to come.
As the Doctor finished B's punishment he had Radar move him back to
his place over the dildo, and settle B's ravaged ass over the tip of it.
Then with a few punches, A was raised up off the massive dildo he had been
impaled on, and both brothers found themselves, once again, resting on the
tips of those sources of pain.
"That was a delightful first round, don't you think," the Doctor
asked brightly. He was really enjoying this, and he'd needed a diversion
like this to really relax. "But I think that A is feeling really bad about
what he caused to happen to his brother, and wants a chance to redeem
himself. So I think a second round is in order, what do you say, and
that's not a rhetorical question bitches........what do you say?"
"Yes, please," the brothers said almost simultaneously, "please
Master, another round." It was of course, the last thing either of the
brothers wanted, but they also knew that the Doctor wanted them to join
into their debasement, and hoped it would be less painful for them if they
did.
"Excellent," the Doctor chimed in, "but I think it needs to be a
little more challenging," and with that his expression changed almost
entirely as he growled the word, "Radar!"
Radar already knew what he was to do, and he moved quickly,
fastening bungee type cords around the ball sac of each twin. After the
cords were secure he suspended a five pound weight from it so that each
brother had the weight hanging from his balls. Hell had just become even
worse, they hadn't realized it was possible.......but it was. Each brother
groaned from the pain of the weights stretching their balls till they were
almost forced from their scrotums.
"Radar, are you ready to proceed," the Doctor asked?
"Yes Master," Radar responded, knowing that even this would not be
the last round for these unfortunate boys, but there was nothing he could
do except obey his Master.
And so it began again. Each twin was in undescribable agony. The
pain from the massive dildos being driven into their asses, the burning
from the lashings each had received, the weights pulling their balls, and
then for the third round weights added to their nipples. At one point, B
was unable to keep hold of his left leg and it dropped from his hand. The
Doctor screamed at him, and he received an additional fifteen strokes at
the end of that round. That was when Radar was holding them both up by
their pain drenched balls while the Doctor was giving both of them lashes
at the same time. The backs, ass cheeks and thighs of both twins were
scarlet by now as the welts overlapped each other. They were on fire with
pain.
Finally, finally, they were lifted off the dildos, allowed to
release their legs and were lowered to the floor. When Radar released the
leather straps that had been holding them to the bar, both twins fell to
the floor. They tried to comfort each other, but it was too painful to
even touch the other anywhere. Both their bodies were on fire, and the
fire seemed to eminate from everywhere on their bodies. Neither had ever
experienced pain like this before........hell, neither of them had ever
dreamed anyone could feel this much pain. They were close to loosing
consciousness, and the Doctor knew this was the time to drive the point
home.
"Listen to me slaves," he said in a firm, low voice, causing the
twins to look up at him. "You two are slaves, and nothing, nothing will
ever change that. I've just shown you that I can literally do anything I
want to either of you, anytime I want. I train sex toys here, and the
people that come here to buy my product want to be sure that they are
getting beautiful, compliant sex slaves that will do anything they are
told, and to whom they can do anything they want. These people are not
looking for another gardener, or butler, or cook. They are looking for
something that they can never get from an employee. They want, they
demand, total control of another human being........they require a slave.
Do both of you understand what I'm saying......esclavos!"
The twins English had been steadily improving because Trainer was
making sure of that. No one wanted a slave that didn't understand what was
being said to them, and each of the twins understood what the Doctor was
saying. Understanding was like riping their souls out, but they
understood.
"Yes Master, we understand," each responded.
"I've kept you together out of the kindness of my heart," the
Doctor stated, and Radar was glad for the first time in his life that he
was unable to make a sound because he would have laughed out loud. He knew
there was no kindness in this man's heart, or anyplace else for that
matter.
"Now I want to be clear. If I hear Trainer, or any of the Bosses
talking about either one of you not cooperating with your training
completely, I'll have both of you back here on that horse in a matter of
minutes. I want to see and hear about your complete cooperation with my
staff. I want them to be bragging about how dedicated each of you is to
becoming an excellent sex toy. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master," they eagerly responded........anything to avoid what
had just happened to them, happening again.
"Now get over here and show me how eager you are to please me
bitches, NOW!" he shouted.
And both of the boys scrambled from where they were, crawling on
all fours to the Doctor's feet, and began kissing his feet and begging him
for mercy, swearing their obedience to him forever, promising that they
would be good sex toys.
"So, you'll be good sex slaves huh, okay, let's see how you do
then. B, get your sorry mouth around your brother's cock and get him hard.
A, as soon as you're hard, pull that cock out of B's mouth and cram it
doggie style into his ass.......NOW GET TO IT, BOTH OF YOU!" the Doctor
shouted.
B moved quickly to get his mouth around A's cock, and A winced in
pain, as each of them had just been beaten off by Radar five times in rapid
succession. The last two took much longer to bring them to climax because
of the pain and the rapidity of shooting consecutive loads for their
sadistic Master. Now their cocks were both raw from use, but that was
unimportant to the Doctor. However, the real pain started when A mounted
his brother and made contact with the welts all over his ass, thighs and
back. B screamed in pain again, but A continued to fuck his brother,
knowing it would be worse for them both if the Doctor's orders were not
followed completely. A felt horrible about the pain he was causing his
brother, but it wasn't too long until he was feeling it himself because the
Doctor had B fuck him right after A was finished.
The twins were miserable and completely defeated. This little time
with the Doctor had gone very well as far as the Doctor was concerned, but
it wasn't over yet. He knew enough to keep driving the point home. He
never wanted either of these twins to ever give another thought to their
freedom. He wanted them focused completely on their lives as slaves and
sex toys, because that was worth a fortune to him. He hadn't come this far
by caring one iota about anything but his clients, their needs and desires,
and his own desire for wealth and power. These two beautiful boys were
just one more step to those goals, and otherwise, meant nothing to him.
"Murphy," the Doctor called out, and Murphy was there almost
instantaneously, "please supervise Radar as he gets the slaves ready to bed
down for the night. They both need to piss and shit, and he has an
ointment to apply. Bring them to my bedroom when he's finished with them,
then you can go."
"Yes Sir, Doctor, I'll take care of everything," Murphy replied
respectfully.
And with that the Doctor retired to his bedroom and Radar led the
slaves to the corner of the hidden room where there was a covered shit
bucket like the cells had, and a hose attached to the wall. Radar knew
what was needed to be done and Murphy just watched as he readied the
slaves.
First, Radar moved A to a kneeling position before his brother,
then rested B's cock in A's opened mouth on his lower lip. He nodded to B,
who had done this enough to know what was being required of him. He
settled in, waiting only a few seconds, then released his load of piss in
his brother's mouth. None of this was new to either of the twins. They
had been using each other exclusively as toilets since they had arrived.
Another one of the Doctor's special orders.
When B finished the twins changed places and it was his turn to be
the toilet. The brother's hated this, but what difference did that make to
anyone. After A finished pissing his load down his brother's throat, Radar
stepped up to add his. He knew the Doctor had meant for him to prepare
himself as well.
What Radar did next confused the twins a little, but even without
words, they soon understood what was being required of them. Radar moved
the shit bucket over, but when A made a move to use it, Radar stopped him.
He indicated that A was to crouch down, with his feet spread wide apart,
wrapping his forearms around his shins. It was an awkward position, but A
assumed Radar was positioning him before sliding the bucket under his now
fully exposed ass. However, instead of moving the shit bucket under A,
Radar had B crouch down behind his brother and cup his hands under his
asshole. It was clear that A was to shit into his brother's hands. The
twins had begun to believe that nothing could shock them anymore in this
insane place, but this simply stunned them. It took A awhile before he
could move his bowels in this position, let alone drop his load into his
brother's waiting hands, but eventually B was holding his brother's shit in
his hands. It had been a big load, and now there were two turds curled
into his hands. B had had to move his hands the way you have to move a
cone under a soft ice cream dispenser in order to keep the ice cream from
falling over the edge, but he had successfully caught all of his brother's
shit. He didn't want to think what would happen to them if he had been
unsuccessful.
When A finished with his dump, B was moved into the same position.
The only difference was that he was required to hold his brother's shit in
his hands as his brother waited patiently with his hands at his asshole.
They didn't think they could get much lower than this, but they knew if
there was a way, it would be found in this compound. Again, after a bit of
time and a little manual maneuvering, A was holding a full load of his
brother's shit in both hands.
While this had been going on, Radar had squatted over the shit
bucket and taken his own dump. Once both slaves had the other's shit in
their hands he allowed them to carefully place the shit in the shit bucket.
Murphy had enjoyed the little show, but was just as glad when the lid was
put on the bucket, as it was beginning to smell in the corner.
Now that all the slaves had pissed and shit, Radar directed the
twins to the corner near the hose. When they got over to it, the twins
realized that there was also an open drain in the floor. Radar turned the
hose on, cold water of course, and sprayed the twins down, including
himself in the dousing. He then handed A a bar of coarse soap and
indicated that he should begin to wash his brother. Again, there was
nothing new about this part of the process. A made sure he scrubbed his
brother everywhere, including is now dirty asshole, and when he was
finished Radar had B bend over and without any indication of what was going
to happen, stuck the working end of the hose into B's hole. The cold water
startled B, but he knew better than to protest or resist the enema. It too
had become routine, but now quite like this. Radar pulled the hose out,
but indicated to B that he was to hold the water until given permission to
release. B was then required to begin scrubbing A down as thoroughly has
had been done for him. Again, after he finished it was A who was bent over
and invaded with the hose. While he was being filled, Radar indicated that
B should squat over the drain and release his dirty water.
After B had done so, Radar gave him the bar of soap and indicated
that he was to wash him now. In fact, both of the brothers helped to wash
Radar, and while A was squating over the drain, Radar filled himself up
with the hose. In about thirty minutes and three douches each, the slaves
were finished cleaning and almost ready to be taken into the Doctor's bed
chamber. However, Radar still had one task left. He dreaded it, but he
knew there was no getting around it. He positioned the twins facing the
back wall, with their feet spread and their hands flat palmed against the
wall. Then he scooped some of the special ointment the Doctor had made for
using in cases like this. Radar knew the ointment would help prevent any
scarring from the beating, but it would do nothing to reduce the burning.
In fact, because of the salt in the ointment which would help reduce the
scarring, the pain was about to be intensified, but he had no choice. He
indicated with some firmness that the twins were to hold their positions,
then he began to apply some of the salve on B's back.
Within seconds of feeling the ointment on his back, B was screaming
in pain again. The lash fire in the lash marks that had begun to subside a
bit, was being reignited. In fact, it felt worse than before. B screamed
again, then jerked around knocking Radar's hands off his body. Murphy
reacted almost immediately and both twins fell to their knees screaming and
pulling at the collars at their necks. The pain was everywhere for them
now, but it was their necks that felt like they were wrapped in fire. The
begged for Murphy to stop the assault, but Murphy wanted to make sure he
had their attention. A slave moving from an assigned position was a major
offense, and they both needed to learn to never do anything like that
again.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was more like two minutes
of pure hell, the fire around their necks dissolved. The twins were on the
floor, holding each other and weeping loudly.......weeping for the pain
they had endured all day, for the lives that had been ripped from them, for
the family that they would probably never see again, for the future of
pain, humiliation and servitude that stretched before them........for all
of it. They wept.
Murphy decided he'd heard enough and yelled at them, "Now get back
in position and let this slave finish doing what he was told to do, and any
more resistance of any kind, and you will both be sorry you were ever born.
Of course the truth at this point was that the twins were already sorry
they had been born, but all they did was move as quickly as they could to
their former positions in front of the wall. They could tell, by the way
Radar was hanging his head, that he regretted what he had to do, but they
also knew he had no more choice in this than they did. Each of them braced
themselves for the pain they were about to endure, but even that didn't
help very much. In a couple of minutes they were both screaming in agony
as the salve worked to prevent scarring by seemingly burning the lash marks
closed. It took another half hour before they were able to push themselves
off the wall to present themselves again to the devil in his lair.
As the three slaves were led into the Doctor's bedroom by Murphy,
the Doctor told Radar to get the twins set up at the foot of his bed, then
thanked Murphy and sent him on his way. Radar quickly got the twins tied
together in a 69 position, but as usual the Doctor had devised a hellish
twist. Each twin, while tied with his head in front of his brother's cock,
still had one free hand. It wasn't like they would get away because a
thick foot bracelet was attached to each brother, preventing them from
moving more than a few inches in any direction. However, a cup was placed
near each twin's head, and surprisingly a sizable dildo was placed in their
free hand. Then each of them felt Radar squeezing some lube into their ass
chutes. Both wondered what new torment the Doctor had dreamed up, and they
didn't have long to wait to find out.
As the Doctor looked down at his twins he was again struck with
their sheer physical beauty. Having them tied together like this, even
with the red welts covering their backsides, only emphasized their good
looks. He thought briefly that maybe this would be one of the positions he
would use in marketing them, but that was for a later time.
As Radar finished lubing up the twins, the Doctor growled at him,
"Be sure and get some of that up your own ass cunt, then get in my bed and
get ready to please me." Radar moved quickly, squeezing some lube up his
own ass, then moving onto his Master's bed and assuming one of his favorite
positions, then began to wait patiently for whatever the Doctor chose to do
to him.
"Now listen to me you bitches because you're going to spend as much
time as you want this evening and tonight playing a game. However, if you
make too much noise and disturb me, I'll have Radar come down here and
thrash both of you with the same switch I used on you earlier. Do either
of you want to resume that," he asked.
"No Master, please, no, we'll be quite Master," the twins replied
desperately.
"Now this is how this game is played. Each of you will begin
sucking cum out of your brother. Any cum you suck out you will deposit in
the cup next to your head. The one that sucks the most cum out of his
brother will be the winner, and will be the only one punished in the
morning. The losing brother will not be punished. To add to the fun each
of you has a dildo that you can use on your brother to encourage him to cum
more. Remember, the one that sucks more cum out of his brother than his
brother sucks out of him, is the winner, and will be the only one punished
in the morning. Do you wet backs understand," the Doctor growled at them.
"Yes Master, yes, thank you Master," the twins replied.
"Then get started you bitches. You can suck for as long as you
like. Radar will pick up the cups at eight o'clock in the morning, and may
the best sucker win," he chuckled briefly, then growled again, "and
remember, I don't want to hear a lot of moaning and groaning, keep it quiet
bitches."
With that, the Doctor retired to his bed. The Doctor may not want
them to make any noise, but he felt no such constraint as he took his
personal sex slave. Both of the twins were struck with the savagery of the
sounds. They could hear the Doctor grunting from exertion, and the
constant sound of a hand savagely slapping against flesh. They knew who
was being slapped, and who was receiving the savage thrusts they could hear
being made by one of the bodies. It was eerie to hear no sound from Radar
with all the violence that seemed to be occuring.
However, the twins soon stopped paying much attention to the bed
next to them as each began to try to make his brother shoot his load into
his mouth. It was a daunting task. Each of their cocks was soar from the
abuse each had received earlier in the evening, and each of them had
already cum half a dozen times this evening. But, each was determined that
he would keep his brother from being punished by sucking more cum out of
him, than he allowed his brother to suck from him. Neither really had time
to stop and think about the beauty and the insanity of the game they were
playing. All each wanted to do was protect the other as much as he could.
Each began to ram the dildo he held in and out of his brother's
vulnerable and sore ass. Each began to suck his brother as earnestly as he
could. Each could feel the pleasure that was being provided by his
brother, but each resisted it as much as he could, for to give in to it, to
enjoy it would mean that his brother would pay a painful price. So each
worked as hard as he could to make his brother cum, while each resisted
with every fiber succumbing to his brother's ministrations. Unfortunately,
each was also doomed to failure in this game, as each would finally lose
the battle at some point, and flood his brother's mouth with hot cum. Each
time it happened, the brother that had finally released his load would
renew his efforts to make sure he sucked more cum out of his brother than
he did out of him.
The brothers were condemned to a night of hell by the love they had
for each other, and the Doctor found himself chuckling as he could hear the
soft noises of each of them trying to protect the other by desperately
stimulating the other to cum as much as possible. Damn, he was good, he
thought to himself, this is really beautiful, and after a satisfying fuck
of his slave and cuffing Radar's hands behind him, he drifted into sleep,
as Radar wept silently next to him.
Part 3
(109 Put With 115 For the Night)
About the time the twins and Radar were being led into the shower
in the Doctor's rooms, Trainer had made arrangements for 109 to be bedded
with 115 for the night. Trainer occassionally used the method of breaking
down a slave by the use of another slave. In this instance, Trainer had so
broken 109, and 109 was so accepting of his slavery, that he'd become a
good tool to use in the breaking of other slaves as well. 115 was about to
become another victim of this methodology.
115 was on his knees by the door to his cell, waiting, as Martin
opened the door with 109 standing near him. Martin was in a leather
harness that accentuated his muscular physique, but otherwise was naked.
The Bosses sometimes dressed that way because it made it more convenient to
fuck the slaves or use them orally, and Martin was planning on that this
evening as he'd selected 116 for his evening's entertainment. However,
there was nothing wrong with a little warm up with these two bitches as he
was on his way to pick 116 up. Afterall, what was 116 going to do if
another slave's spit was already on his cock or ass.......complain......he
laughed to himself at the thought of it.
As Martin walked to the center of 115's cell he barked, "You two
slaves get to servicing me, NOW!"
115 and 109 lept in response to the order. 109 because he now saw
himself as a pleasure slave and wanted to serve the Master in control of
him, and 115 because he didn't want Martin to hurt him before he left the
cell. Two very different reasons leading to the same result. What Trainer
wanted was for both slaves to jump for the reason 109 did.
As Martin stood with his legs slightly spread, 115 went to work on
his cock and balls. He was careful to kiss each ball, then kiss and gently
lick the piss slit of Martin's cock before he dared to start licking his
balls or thought of putting the cock in his mouth. However, once the
preliminaries were over he began to soak Martin's balls with his tongue,
taking each of them carefully into his mouth and moaning a little. He'd
learned when a slave moans with his Master's balls in his mouth it creates
a slight vibration that delights the balls and the Master. Before 115
moved on to service Martin's cock, he carefully worked both of Martin's
balls into his mouth, knowing that when he started really moaning the balls
would vibrate against each other. As he did that Martin gave a slight
groan of pleasure.
Of course 109 was trying to do his part by working Martin's asshole
as hard as he could. He'd learned that if a slave made love to his
Master's asshole it almost always excited the Master. For 109 that meant
pushing his tongue as deep into Martin's hole as he could push it, while
only pulling it out long enough to run it around the rippled muscle
surrounding the hole, and then driving it back in as lusciously as he
possibly could. As for Martin, he had been looking forward to taking 116
for the evening, but found himself sorry that he wasn't going to spend the
entire evening with these two slaves pleasuring him. They were remarkable,
but Trainer had been clear. 109 was to have his cock in 115's cunt for the
entire night, so he had to get beyond this pleasure. Besides, 116 should
prove to be quite pleasurable this evening, he thought to himself, or else
he would feel Martin's displeasure in a severely painful way.
"Okay, you two faggots will have to find another way to get your
rocks off, than using me for your pleasure," Martin scoffed at the two
slaves. "115 get on your knees beside your pallet, and get ready to suck
109's rocks off. 109, you stand in front of 115 until I give you
permission to use him," and both slaves responded quickly to Martin's
order.
"109, Trainer has been pleased with the progress you have made in
the last few weeks, and this night is your reward. Besides, it important
for a slave to be able to do whatever his Master requires of him, including
fucking. So, you will sleep with your cock rammed into this cunt for the
whole night. Trainer said to have him make you cum in his mouth first,
then have him hold the cum there while you get ready to fuck him. Use the
cum to lubricate the cunt for your pleasure, then spend the rest of the
night fucking him. You are to cum in him at least six times before
morning. Do you understand 109?"
"Yes Boss, I understand," 109 promptly responded.
"And 115, you are to obey 109 as you would an alpha slave. Tonight
his word is all that counts for you in this cell. It's important you learn
to pleasure anyone your Master may put you with, that includes other
slaves. Now take 109 all the way down your throat cunt, and pleasure him.
But make sure he shoots his full load in your mouth cunt. NOW BITCH!!"
Martin shouted at 115.
In only a couple of minutes Martin was gone and 115 and 109 were
left in the cell. They knew there were cameras there, and that they were
probably on. Some of the other slaves that had been bedded in their cells
also looked at them. Sometimes there would be a little general
conversation among the slaves, unless they had been ordered to remain
silent, but none of them would speak to either 115 or 109 this evening
because they were fulfilling the orders of Trainer. However, that didn't
mean there wouldn't be any conversation in 115's cell that night. In fact,
quite the contrary would be true.
"Get your mouth around my cock slave," 109 whispered gently but
firmly to 115, who, upon receiving a command like that knew enough to
respond immediately. However, he looked up for just a moment and gazed
into 109's eyes. For just that moment they looked steadily at each other.
Then 115 surprised 109 a little by first kissing each of his balls, then
kissing and licking his piss slit before taking his full ten inches into
his mouth. 115 was treating him as a Master, not simply as another slave.
109 was pleased and thought to himself that this was a good beginning. He
wasn't sure why 115 had acted that way, but he was hopeful it would make
his task easier.
115 was still learning how to deep throat a cock properly, but he
knew enough to try and relax his gag reflex to take the cock in. He also
knew that it was easier moving his head back and forth than having the cock
rammed in and out of his throat. He was grateful that 109 was standing
there letting him service him, rather than simply face fucking him. 115
had discovered that if he could get a rhythm going his throat adjusted to
the task better, and he was hoping that would be true now, as 109 had one
of the largest cocks in the compound. He suspected that was one of the
reasons that Trainer had assigned 109 this task.
"That's right slave, take it all, work your throat muscles around
it when you feel it go down. As you take it in, try to swallow it also,
that will help taking it, and it stimulates the cock at the same time. Are
you a little worried about me fucking you slave?"
115 paused in his sucking but was careful to keep the cock in his
mouth and looked up into 109's eyes again. How had he realized that he was
afraid of that happening, and was thinking about it? He nodded to 109
indicating that yes, he was worried about being fucked by him.
"That's where you need to start learning slave," he gently said.
"What you should be focusing on is giving my cock pleasure. In fact,
that's all you should be thinking about right now. Not anything else. But
if you're worried about something that may or may not happen, but obviously
isn't happening right now, you are stealing your attention to your Master's
cock and placing it on yourself. There is absolutely nothing you can do
about what your Master may or may not do to you in a few minutes, a few
hours, a few days, or whenever. Is there slave?"
115 thought about what 109 had said, and it was true. He had been
thinking about something that was probably going to happen because Trainer
had ordered it, but there was nothing he could do about it one way or the
other, and thinking about it now was only distracting him from pleasuring
109 properly. There was a terrible logic to what he was saying, but 115
found himself resisting some of it.
"You may think I'm here as a reward for my behavior, and in a way I
guess that's true, but that's not the primary reason I'm here slave.
Mr. Trainer thinks its time for you to move further into your new reality,
and I'm supposed to help that happen. Yes, I'm going to fuck you, and I'm
going to fuck you for awhile. But I'm not here to fuck you simply for my
pleasure. I'm here to fuck you until you also are enjoying it. I'm not
going to fuck you till it hurts........I'm going to fuck you till it feels
good. It's time slave, now get ready for a nice load of cum in your mouth,
but be sure not to swallow any of it........we're going to need
it.......all of it.
With that 109 gave himself to the pleasure of having someone work
his cock down a warm, moist throat, and within a few minutes was shooting
his sizeable, creamy load of jism into 115's waiting mouth. Then he told
him, "Get up on that pallet slave, on your stomach, spread your legs and
lift your cunt into the air a bit, inviting me to that warm, pleasant hole
you carry there for others to use. Tonight, it's mine.
115 moved into position, and 109 moved onto his back and simply
enjoyed the feel of warm flesh beneath his own. For the first time in a
long time he was being given permission to literally enjoy himself as he
carried out Trainer's instructions. He moved his hands along the sides of
115's muscular form, even reaching under his chest a bit to grab his
nipples. 115 immediately raised his chest a bit, giving 109 better access
to his nipples. Trainer would be pleased to know that he had learned some
of his lessons well, 115 perversely thought to himself, and 115 would have
been surprised to know that those were Trainer's exact thoughts as he
watched the proceedings on a monitor in his quarters.
So far Trainer was pleased with everything he'd seen, and was about
ready to turn it off and focus on the beautiful body of 113 that was
kneeling beside his bed. 113 however, wasn't paying much attention to the
activity of the screen, as his entire focus seemed to be on the fact that
his body was about to ignite into flames. Trainer had rubbed something
over most of his body, especially his nipples, cock and balls, and his cunt
hole, and the longer the substance was on, the hotter it was getting. Of
course, he wasn't really disturbing Trainer too much with his agony, as his
arms were tied together by his forearms behind his back, and he was choking
on a cock gag jammed into his mouth. Finally, the squirming agony of the
slave next to him drew more of Trainer's attention than the discomfort of
the slave on the screen. As he turned the monitor off, he calmly looked at
113 and asked, "Now, do I have your complete attention cunt," and 113
responded by shaking his head fiercely up and down, actually shaking some
of the falling tears off his cheeks, making Trainer chuckle, "because we
have all night to get it, if that's what it takes." With that Trainer
stopped chuckling and looked fiercely into 113's eyes, and 113 knew with a
certain dread, no matter how much he hurt right now, he was going to hurt a
great deal more before the night was over.
Back in 115's cell, 109 reached around sticking two of his fingers
into 115's mouth, and getting a good coating of his cum on his fingers.
Then he lifted up a bit so he could run his fingers between 115's ass
cheeks, getting the area around the hole nice and slick. Again, he reached
into 115's mouth for a bit more and then inserted his fingers into 115's
cunt. As he did this he asked 115, "Had you been fucked before you got
here slave?" 115 couldn't very well answer with his mouth still full of
cum that was being kept warm until it was needed for later fuckings, so he
shook his head no.
"Ahh, a virgin, but surely you knew about BDSM at some level in
society," 109 asked as he began settling in on top of 115. "Surely you
knew that there were those in the world who would love to do to you what
I'm about to," he whispered into 115's ear as he pressed his steel like
cock to the edge of 115's door. "Surely, you weren't so naive as to think
no one wanted to do this," he said with a little more urgency as his cock
started sliding into 115's asschute. 115 moaned from the pain of the
invasion and steadied himself for what he knew was to follow, the rapid
succession of rams that would split him open, only it didn't happen. 109
slipped his cock deep into 115's cunt, all the way in, and then settled on
top of him and let him feel himself speared by a man. He was also giving
115 time to adjust to having a huge cock inside him. As 115 continued to
wait for the hard fucking he knew was coming his way, he began to do
something he hadn't expected at all, with a little time.......he began to
relax. 109 could feel the tension beginning to slowly melt in the slave
beneath him. He understood what 115 was expecting, but that wasn't what he
was going to get.
As 115 continued to relax, 109 began to very slowly move his cock
in and out of 115's ass. At first 115 was aware of the pain caused by the
movement, but quickly became accustomed to it, in fact, it began not to
hurt so much at all. Then, without being able to put his finger on exactly
when, it actually began to feel good as 109 slowly, methodically fucked
him. To date, no one had done it with any care or feeling, they just
fucked him as hard as they could. But that wasn't happening now, and it
felt different. It felt good as that solid dick rubbed slowly against his
prostate. It had never felt like this before......it felt......good??
Even as 109 began to increase his pace, he did it smoothly,
caringly. He even kissed the back of 115's neck. He was determined that
115 would begin to realize that man sex like this was an opportunity to
experience a whole new world of sensuality. Up to this point everything he
had experienced had been fairly painful and violent, and 109 knew that he
would have sex like that often. However, he also knew that as he had
accepted his slavery, the sex had changed for him. Even when it was still
violent and painful, there was a sensuality about it, a rawness that
stimulated him like the former sex he had known never had. He began to
realize that for him one of the differences was his desire now to please
his Master. He hoped that 115 could develop that desire as well, but
first, he wanted him to feel the sensuality of great sex between men.
As 115 began to moan with the movement of 109, it began to
stimulate 109 more as well. He started pumping a little harder and a
little faster. 115 could tell the difference right away, but he was
actually ready for it. The feeling was like nothing he'd ever experienced
before. It was erotic in ways he was unfamiliar with, and unexpectedly, he
found himself getting hard. He could feel his cock being rubbed beneath
his abdomen from the movement of 109. There were so many feelings and so
many emotions all at once. It hadn't been like this before.......this was
different........this was wonderful.
109 reached under 115's chest again and started playing with his
nipples. Taking them firmly between his fingers and rolling them a little.
The friction caused on his nipples was a new sensation. They weren't
simply being squeezed, they were being manipulated, and he had the
strangest sense of wanting to thrust his pelvis forward a bit as a result
of what 109 was doing to them. Was this the connection between his cock
and his nipples that Trainer had once told him he would begin to develop?
What was going on??
109 wasn't encumbered by all these questions and sensations. The
primary sensation he was feeling was the pleasure of having his cock slip
in and out of this warm, moist cunt. He continued to fuck the slave at a
steady pace, and again, as he began to feel that churning in his loins he
found himself picking up speed. It was time to begin to fill this cunt
with his seed, to take the present of this cunt that Trainer had made to
him. It was time..........115 felt the cock inside him begin to
swell........it was time.......the sensations around the head of 109's cock
were driving him crazy........it was time.........from deep in his loins he
began to feel the release........it was time........volley after volley of
thick cords of cum began to shoot into 115's cunt. He actually thought he
could feel the warmth of it as it spread within him, then he realized that
wasn't the only warmth he was feeling.........his own cock had begun to
shoot his cum between his abdomen and the thin pad on the pallet. When 109
was finished coating 115's gut with cum he lay still, taking deep breaths.
115 was trying to recover as well.........he had just had sex with a
man......not been raped by a man........had sex with him. His mind was
racing.
Only now did 115 realize how good he felt with 109 inside him. For
the first time in a long time, lying in his own spunk, with more of it
coating his insides, with even more waiting moist and warm in his mouth for
later use, and with a man's cock rammed inside of him, he felt complete.
For just a few moments the hell in which he existed was held at bay, and he
was in a different place, a place he felt good in. He was scared and
confused. This place was foriegn to him, and he didn't know if he should
stay, if he could stay, but it felt so good. That's when he realized he
was crying.
"Easy boi," 109 whispered into his ears, "it's alright, just be
easy for a minute and listen to me. It's been hard for you, hell it's hard
for all of us. It was terribly hard for me. I almost didn't make it. I
was standing with a loaded shotgun in my mouth before I began to
understand. There's nothing we can do about what's happening to us, or
what will happen to us. The only thing we have any control over is how we
choose to respond to it. We can fight it, we can resist it, we can protest
it, and look for a way out. But all that will accomplish is to make us
more frustrated, more miserable, and possibly kill us. However, there is
another option. Instead of fighting what's happening to us, we can explore
it. Find the ways within what we are being made not only to do, but to be,
to save ourselves. To learn to be what they want, to do what they want,
but to do it as a form of control over them. A control even they are
unaware of. We may be slaves, but we can learn to make that our strength
instead of our weakness.......not by fighting, but by submitting."
"I just used you for my pleasure, and I suspect you enjoyed it as
well. I did it that way hoping you would enjoy it. I wanted you to
experience enjoying it, but understand, I still used you for my pleasure.
The trick is to learn to do that even when the one using you isn't trying
to make it pleasurable for you. If you can find something in what is being
done for someone else's pleasure, that you can take pleasure in, and focus
on that, then you save a part of yourself. It won't change the world, but
it will change your world. It goes from being a never ending hell to a
place where there are moments that you too find pleasure, islands in a sea
of pain where you can find a moment of peace, and isnt that a hell of a lot
more than you've got now boi?"
"Learn to focus, not just on the pain that you feel, but on how you
can use that pain to stimulate something within yourself. That's how we
ride with the pain, and it takes us somewhere even our Masters don't get to
go. As we get better at it we are able to find a bit of pleasure in what
is happening to us, while our Masters are deriving the pleasure they get
out of torturing us. I know this is hard to believe, but believe how good
you feel right now, and believe that you have the ability to find that
feeling places you never dreamed of. That's how we get out of here boi,
and as we become the kind of slave that I'm talking about, we become much
more desirable and much more valuable to the men that want to own us. And
one thing I've learned boi, men generally take very good care of the things
they value."
"I'm telling you this because I've learned it to be true for
myself, and I think it's true for all of us. We're not going to escape,
and no one's coming to rescue us. Hell no one even knows where we are.
The men who have taken us are good at what they do, and we're not going to
beat them at this, but we still have a way out of the hell they seem
determined to put us in, and that way is in ourselves. They can't stop us.
Think about it boi."
115 lay there, stunned by what he was hearing. Some of the
thoughts he had already had, but he had never put it together the way 109
was. He had never found a logic that could run through it and offered him
any hope, but here it was. It certainly wasn't what he had hoped for, but
it was nonetheless, a viable option in a world where he had almost none.
"And you can start learning how to search for those places in the
midst of experiencing pain right now boi, because I'm going to fuck you
again. In fact, I'm going to fuck you as much as I can because this is my
island of pleasure tonight. You're welcome to join me there boi, or you
can set yourself adrift in that sea of pain again. The choice will be
entirely your own. How does that feel by the way boi, having a choice?
How often has that happend for you so far in this place? Maybe it's time
you started noticing that it's actually happening all the time. You've
just been ignoring it, by default you've chosen only the pain. Wake up
boi, you may be a slave, but that doesn't mean you don't have any choices.
I'm going to enjoy fucking you again......good and hard. Do you want to
experience nothing but pain while I do, or would you like some of it to be
pleasurable? It's your choice boi, you're going to get fucked either way."
"Now open that pretty mouth of yours so I can get a little more cum
to make it more pleasurable for myself," 109 said as he reached around and
stuck two of his fingers into 115's cum filled mouth, carefully getting his
fingers covered in his cum before withdrawing them. As he pulled out of
115's ass, he lubricated himself with the cum. He wiped the excess still
on his sticky fingers in 115's hair. "Now enjoy any of it or not bitch,
some of it ought to feel good, but either way, here I come," and 109 pushed
firmly back into 115's now moist cunt, filling him to capacity again.
Unexpectedly, 115 found himself looking a little for that feeling of
pleasure he'd just had a little while ago while he was being fucked. It
was different now because 109 was pushing a little harder and faster, but
he noticed that sometimes it felt good. He started focusing on that
feeling........looking for it to come again, and again.
That was how the night went for 115. He'd been struggling with
being able to accept his situation, as he began to realize that it was
becoming more and more unlikely that it would change appreciably. He
didn't know if he could live with the shame, the humiliation, the pain and
frustration of being a sex toy for someone that actually owned him. As
long as he had thought he might have a way out, and he had tried to keep
that hope alive, he had endured, accepting things being done to him that
had been unimaginable for him, but more and more he had come to realize
that there was no hope of escape. He had watched as rich, powerful men had
come into the compound and had seen him and the other slaves as objects of
pleasure that they could own. He had seen, with 104, the extent those men
would go to in order to make the slaves fit what they wanted. He had
learned that there was nothing that the Doctor and Trainer wouldn't do to
please these men with his body and the bodies of the other slaves.
Whatever these men wanted they would have, and the emotional,
psychological, physical, or just plain human cost to the slaves was
irrelevant. He was an object, whose sole function was to provide pleasure
to another man, and that man not of his choosing, in fact, with no choice
at all on his part. He wasn't sure he wanted to survive for such a life.
Yet now, 109 was telling him that he did in fact still have a
choice. He just wasn't sure it was much of one, but during the times that
evening when 109 would rest on top of him regaining his strength for his
next fuck, he began to think about it. Even with the little training 109
was giving him, he was beginning to realize that he could manage his
emotions and his response to what was happening to him more than he had
thought. He figured with a little practice he could get much better at it,
and he grimly thought to himself that he was in a perfect position to get
more practice, and like a bolt of lighting on a dark night he realized that
something had just changed for him. Even in this hell, he realized that he
had just had a humorous thought, ironic, even satiric, but still a humorous
thought, and he realized that this was the first time since he had been
pushed into that limo that it had happened. He remembered that he had
always been a pretty happy and humorous guy, but all of that had seemed to
be lost on that fateful day. He knew it wasn't the entire answer for him,
but he also knew it was part of the answer. He would find damn little
funny about his life or the life of the other slaves, but his capacity to
find anything at all was a strength he could use, and what he was learning
from 109 was that it was time for him to garner his strengths if he wanted
to survive.
Then, as 109 began to stir again on his back, he realized that he
did still want to survive. He didn't understand that feeling entirely yet,
but he knew it was real........he wanted to survive, and 109 was showing
him a possible way.
"Damn bitch," 109 groaned as he felt himself stirring again, "you
got one fine pussy back here," and he moved his fingers to dip into 115's
mouth again for more warm cum. 115 felt 109's fingers in his mouth,
knowing he didn't have to do anything, 109 ran those fingers over his
tongue and on the roof of his mouth, getting as much of the cum as he
could. Then he moved them out and 115 could feel him pull his long rigid
cock almost all the way out of his ass. He felt the movement of 109's hand
and fingers as it recoated his ass and 109's cock, then felt him rub the
excess in his hair again. He knew 109 was going to be very hard with him
this time......and he also knew he could take it. Oddly, he realized for
the first time that 109 still actually felt good in him.
"Okay bitch, make daddy feel good," 109 growled as he began fucking
115 yet again.
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There's a lot more coming guys. With all these characters the
possibilities keep on coming, and there's some new characters on the way.
Hope you enjoyed it..........let me know if you did.
Master Jake