Date: Mon, 13 Dec 2010 06:44:07 -0800 (PST) From: Jake Ward <nakedrabbit819@yahoo.com> Subject: Ch 16 Sex Toy Enslavement Gay/Male Authoritarian Disclaimer: The following is an original work of fiction that contains graphic depictions of sexual activities and erotic abuse between males. All characters are portrayed as being over 18 years of age, as you should be to read this. If you aren't, or if such material is offensive to you or illegal to read where you are, then why are you on a site where that's about all you'll find. Go Away! All rights are reserved by the author. Please download for personal use only. 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. 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: 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. 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 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. Sold Slaves: 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. 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 (Rex & Alpha): 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. 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. 99 (Calvin): 22 yo, 5'8", 175, 6" cut, Anglo, muscular, dark hair and blue eyes, straight, captive for 7.5 months. 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. Mr. BC1: Early 50's, 6'1", 210 (nice firm build), Anglo, salt & pepper hair, made fortune in shipping. Bought 99 for his son, Todd, a small framed 16 year old kid that his father wants to help become a man. ****************************************************************************** Part One Watts had to admit, he was a little curious, though he knew it might be a day or two before this kid was really back to his senses. Still he wanted to be there at the "unveiling," even if it was disgusting. When Trainer showed up with the Doctor and 113 and 115, the first thing they all noticed about the heavy black canvas container at the back of the van was that it stunk to high heaven. Even the slaves, who had become accustomed to some pretty foul realities, found themselves gagging a bit, but of course they had no choice about being there, and someone was going to have to clean this kid up. Watts doubted it would be the Doctor or Trainer, as he chuckled to himself at the thought. At least the ball weights that were often found on these two slaves had been removed because Trainer wanted the focus to be on the new arrival, not these two slaves. "You two get that bag over there," Trainer barked at the slaves while he pointed to a flat bed cart. "Any problems, Mr. Watts," the Doctor asked. "None at all Sir, it couldn't have gone smoother. He's yours, and no one will ever know how or that he got here," Watts responded. "Excellent," the Doctor smiled. "Mr. Trainer, have these slaves clean him up. Keep him gagged the entire time. When he's clean, strap him down securely on a gurney, and I'll check him out. If everything checks out we'll have his informal reception later today or first thing in the morning, with his reception into the compound the next day, and with that the Doctor left the area. Once the slaves had the canvas bag on the flat bed they pushed it and followed Trainer to the showers. When they got there, Trainer had the slaves pull the bag to the center of the showers. "Okay you two," Trainer barked, "get your new sister out of there. She's going to be a bit of a mess, and I want the two of you to get her clean. When I check her out, if I find a spec of anything on her, you'll both find yourselves in The Room for a little remedial training. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Sir," the slaves responded in unison, both knowing they would work themselves to the bone in filth and shit to avoid that. The first thing Trainer did was take a key and unlock the padlock securely holding the zipper on the bag. Then he stepped back so 115 could have the honor of pulling the zipper back and releasing the full fragrance within. Both slaves struggled not to throw up right then and there. It was difficult to determine initially just what condition the kid was in. He seemed to be semiconscious, but he was bound head to toe, he had a gag, still attached to a bag on the side of the pouch, he also had a catheter attached to the gag, he had goggles over his eyes and plugs in his ears, he was moaning a little seemingly aware of the change in his circumstances, and he was almost completely covered in his own feces. Watts realized right away that he was glad he wouldn't be getting first privileges with this one. In fact, he wasn't sure he wanted to be near him for several days. Once he was fully into the operation of the compound he would pull him out for a little fun. It would be really fun to be able to recite to the little brat how the abduction had been planned and executed while he was being fucked. That ought to add a really interesting element to the experience for him. However, for now, he was finished here, and before he headed back out to do some more scouting, he thought he might enjoy one of the slaves right now. "Maybe," he thought to himself, "the twins would get a kick out of seeing him now. It always seemed to light up their world a bit when they saw him," he thought. "Yes, the twins.......just what the Doctor ordered........or at least he would have if he'd thought of it." 115 and 113 lifted the young man out of the canvas bag and placed him below one of the shower heads. As 115 turned the water on and took a brush to start cleaning the guy, 113 placed the canvas bag back on the dolly to be taken to be burned. Soon both slaves were busy at work cleaning the miserable youth. As they proceeded it was quickly evident that most of the filth was literally only skin deep. With soap and water and two slaves working hard, it wasn't long before a strikingly handsome young man began to appear. He looked to be about 6' 1" with good musculature, dark hair, with some body hair on his chest, and an attractive treasure trail leading down to cock and balls that anyone would be proud of. 113 even found himself thinking, "Well this guy won't have to wear ball weights, he already has low hangers that the Doctor seems to prize." As the goggles were removed the other striking feature of this young man became apparent. His eyes were so dark, they seemed to be black. With the black growth or hair on his face after three days what was revealed was a darkly handsome young man that Trainer knew could bring a good price, depending on what the Doctor decided to do with this one. Trainer knew the special circumstances, and he knew this young man was going to suffer. For Jackson Handel Winston III the cleaning and scrubbing was a welcome relief, but as he realized he was being tended to by two naked men his confusion and fear only increased. At least he was out of that damn bag, then he felt something in his groin as Trainer reached down and began to pull the catheter out of his cock. That was the first time Winn, as everyone called him, got a good look at Trainer, and it did nothing to calm him. He started to struggle more as one of the naked men was removing the rope from his ankles, but just as he was beginning to try to scream through the gag and get free of these two fags that were all over him, the big guy with some clothes on slapped him hard across the face. Winn was startled and angered, but he was learning that he needed to get a handle on what was going on. "Everytime you struggle with these slaves, you'll suffer bitch, you got that," the hard looking man demanded. Terrified, Winn decided to hold off, and try to find out what was going on. His situation had improved immeasurably from the bag, so maybe things were about to get better. Afterall, they were cleaning him up. He looked into the hard man's eyes and nodded his understanding. Then the man did something that Winn didn't understand at all, he reached down with some type of ring, something, he placed around Winn's neck, then Winn heard a snap as he felt it locked around his neck. He decided he had been wrong, he couldn't wait any longer to find out what was going on, he needed to go ahead and act now. He was weakened after his ordeal, but he could feel some of his strength returning, and as the other naked guy released his wrists, he swung around and tried to tackle him. Before the two hit the ground Winn was screaming through his gag and trying to grab the damn thing around his neck. It was like a ring of fire, but everytime he touched it to try to tear it off his neck, it only burned his hands as badly as it was burning his neck. It was the most excruciating pain he'd ever felt, and he was soon rolling on the floor of the shower in utter agony, filling the room with his muffled screams. Finally the fire stopped. It took a couple of seconds to realize, but the relief was finally beginning to come. 115 looked on, remembering his first experience with the collar. He felt bad for the guy, but there was nothing he could do. "I'm sorry to discover that you're apparently retarded," Trainer growled to Winn. "I really thought I had been very clear, but I guess I was wrong," and with that, Trainer walked over to Winn and started slapping him across his face. Once, twice, three times, and still it continue. Winn tried to hold his hands up to protect his face only to feel the two slaves grab his hands and hold them down at his side. He couldn't get enough leverage to free himself, and he simply wasn't strong enough after his ordeal. He might have given them a good fight normally, but there had been nothing normal about the last few days, and the exhaustion was taking its toll. He started begging through the gag for the man to stop hitting him, and finally he did, though Winn doubted it had anything to do with his pleas. "Now I'm going to try and be as clear to you as I can you stupid fucker, so pay attention. If you resist in any way you are going to find yourself in more pain than you knew existed.......that's not a threat......it's a promise. Whether you live or die, and how you will do either will be determined for you in the next 72 hours. You will have no input into the process at all which should tell you something about your circumstances. If you become a problem instead of a possible asset, we will simply torture to death, and enjoy the process very much. Do you get that through your fucking thick skull," Trainer roared directly into Winn's face. Winn seemed to finally understand that though he didn't know what was going on, there was nothing he could do now but cooperate with these madmen. He didn't realize it, but he found himself in exactly the same position that each of the captives had finally found themselves in, and he made the same choice that each of them had made, to try to live through the next few days to see if there were any other options. Perhaps he was aided in that decision by the belief that there had to be. He had not yet discovered, as all the other captives finally did, that in fact, there didn't have to be, that there would be no other options or alternatives to obedience and slavery. Once Winn resigned himself to what was happening it went a little more smoothly. The two fags cleaned him thoroughly and touched him in places where no man had ever touched him before. They had even inserted some type of metal device in his ass and douched him out, several times. Winn held his tongue, mostly because he couldn't say anything anyway. At one point Trainer removed his gag and replaced it with another one, a large ball gag that seemed to fill his mouth but still allowed him to drip saliva out the edges. Winn started to say something when the gag came out, and was stopped when Trainer was right in his face and simply stared at him while pointing a finger firmly right at him. He got the message and stayed quiet until the new gag was in place. Finally, after he'd been thoroughly cleaned, inside and out, and new restraints placed on his wrists behind his back, he was taken from that room by the mean guy and the two naked fags, and led into another room. This one seemed a lot darker in purpose, and Winn noticed that even the two fags seemed nervous about going in. As soon as they were in the room the head guy ordered the fags out, but another lackey came in, some black dude. "At least this one wasn't naked, it was bad enough being naked," thought Winn, "without having a bunch of other naked guys groping you all over." "Mr. Willis, would you please make sure the slave is secured to the overhead cuffs while I get the rest ready," Trainer said as he went to one of the side cabinets, "and there's no reason to be too gentle. His training might as well begin right now, and once he's secure you can go ahead and remove the gag. I suspect he has a little something to say, and I'd like to get through some of that before the Doctor gets back." "Yes Sir, Mr. Trainer," Willis responded as he took control of the slave. "Now slave, I'm going to hook you up just like Mr. Trainer ordered. If I have any trouble with you while I'm doing it, you're gonna start wishing your momma had had a abortion. We clear on that bitch," Willis said as he struck Winn hard across the face with the flat of his hand. Winn saw stars for a moment. He'd always treated blacks like dirt, seeing them as so far beneath his social class, almost always in a servant's role, but the truth was he also had always had a fear of being one on one with a muscular black man. Now he was, and his gut was telling him to retreat. This man had just hit him harder than he'd ever been hit, and it was simply for demonstration purposes. The demonstration was successful. He nodded his head, and knew it would be useless to attempt to overcome or get away from this powerful black man. Willis proceeded to release a somewhat more docile slave's hands, then raise them to cuffs suspended from a chain overhead. It was terrifying for Winn, but what choice was there. When Willis finished the slave's arms were stretched over his head, and the slave was on his toes. Willis knew that position always man a guy feel vulnerable. He then removed the slave's gag, and just for good measure felt up his ass crack and fingered his hole a little. "You and me bitch, we gonna get together real soon," he whispered into Winn's ear. Winn didn't know which was more terrifying, being really groped by a man for the first time in his life, or the words he'd just heard, but he found himself unable to stay quiet any longer. "Please, please man, my parents are rich. They'll pay whatever the ransom is, but they're going to want me in good shape, please, just get in touch with them.......they'll make you rich man," Winn said desperately. "Please man!" Willis had to admit, he hadn't heard that one before. All the slaves offered anyone that would listen, everything they had to be released, but rich parents, that was a new twist. Willis wondered if it were true, but knew it wouldn't make any difference in this slave's fate. "Say Mr. Trainer, we got ourselves one thinks he's rich," Willis said jokingly, knowing what was coming for this slave. "Yeah Willis," Trainer responded jovially, "how much does he have on him right now, because that's all he's got, and likely to ever have from now on." "Well Sir, he does have a nice little bag of jewels here," Willis laughed as he grabbed hold of Winn's ball sac and began to slowly increase the pressure, until Winn was screaming in pain. "Well that was stupid of me, Mr. Willis, I have to admit," Trainer sarcastically added, "what you say, I make sure you're the first Boss to have a real chance to search that bag, see if there's anything really worthwhile there," Trainer said grimly. "I'd say, that would be mighty generous of you, Mr. Trainer," Willis laughed, as he continued to let Winn know exactly what it would feel like to have his balls put into a vise. "AAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH," Winn continued screaming as the stars seemed to be coming back. "AAAGGGHHHHH....... PLEASE," he screamed, "PLEASE!!.......LET ME GO.......PLEASE!!" "I know that's what you're hopin for bitch, though I'm unclear on whether you want me to let go of your jewels, or just let you go in general," Willis laughed, "but hey, you're free to hope for whatever you want at this point......go right ahead," then Willis put his grim face right in front of Winn's and growled, "because soon enough slave, you'll stop wasting your time with nonsense like hope," and he pressed even harder on Winn's already stressed nuts, and laughed a little more. Trainer was pleased with the way Willis was handling this slave, and he'd make sure that Willis had those first privileges among the Bosses. As he moved over to the two he told Willis to stand behind the slave, but he could keep hold of those balls and do pretty much what he wanted with them. Trainer was holding a switch that he was going to use on this slave, but he wanted the slave to continue anticipating things for awhile. Winn's balls continued to send waves of pain through his groin and abdomen, but it was the switch that this 'Trainer' was swishing through the air that was becoming more and more ominous. Winn was crying out and tears washed down his face. Neither of these men seem to be impressed at all with who he was, that his family was rich, that he was to be treated well......that the world had always bent to his will until a few days ago. This new world was hell, and Winn wanted out. What he hadn't learned yet, was that there was no way out, especially since he was only at the entrance so far. He had so much more to experinece and explore, and Trainer was going to make sure he saw it all. SWIIISSSSHHH....... The switch moved faster than Winn could see, but he felt a line of fire ignite across his thigh and began to scream. SWIIISSSSHHH.......He screamed again as another streak of fire began to burn on his other thigh. In his pampered over indulged life, he'd never experienced anything like this pain, and this madman was so casual about it. "AAAAGGGGHHHHH," and this bastard who had his nuts in that vice he called a hand. "Listen hard to me slave," Trainer said as he looked straight into the tear flooded eyes of his latest victim, "because that's what you are now boi, a slave, and the only way you'll survive is to accept that and begin to adjust to your new reality. If you're unable to make that adjustment, you'll die a miserable agonizing death, probably right here in this room. You're in my world now slave, and your parent's money doesn't mean shit here. We've already made a fortune on you, and we'll make more before we're done." Winn was terrified by what was being said. This wasn't a kidnapping, it was an abduction. His mind tried to get around what he was hearing, but it simply couldn't be true, the world just didn't work that way.......... SSWWWIIIIISSSSHHHHH............"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH," he screamed again as a line of fire crossed his well toned abs. SSWWWIIIIISSSSHHHHH..........and a trickle of blood errupted across his chest. "Willis, I'm going to have to ask you to step back because I want to work the back of this slave as well," and with that Willis let go of those wonderful jewels and stepped back to give Trainer full access to the slave. This steady breaking down of a human being continued for another fifteen or twenty minutes, and in that short period of time Winn discovered that he would do anything to have the pain stop........ANYTHING. About the time Trainer was going to begin the next phase, the Doctor walked in, Winn was hanging from his wrists, red welts covered his body, and some of the welts were bleeding. Snot and mucous were hanging from his nose, and his bladder had released. He wasn't able to stand on his toes anymore, and he'd stopped trying. Trainer had never seen a young man break so fast, but then most of the young men he'd worked with had had more character and personal stamina than this spoiled rich kid. However, when the Doctor came in, he found himself transfixed. He had yet to see this slave in good form, but there was something about him that he was attracted to, strongly attracted. He could feel his cock stirring just looking at the youth. It reminded him of the way he felt the first time he saw Radar singing in that club years ago. His reaction surprised him, and he wasn't going to let it interfere with what needed to be done right now, but he was going to think about it........yes, as he looked again at that beautiful slave, he was going to think about it. "Mr. Trainer, how goes it," the Doctor asked? "We've only just started Doctor, and look at him. The switch can be effective, but I've never seen anything break someone this quickly." "I suspect it's also the shock," the Doctor said, "his fall has been much harder than most of the other slaves. We'll see how his spirit rebounds, but I want to talk to him now please." Trainer brushed some smelling salts under the boy's nose, and it started taking effect quickly. "Please," he began to beg, "please." "Shut up slave," the Doctor said firmly. "I don't want to take a lot of time with this, and it's not where I usually have this conversation, but you can kiss your old world goodbye. It's gone, forever, and it won't be returning. As Mr. Trainer has informed you, you are now my slave. This is my compound. I train sex slaves here for some of the world's wealthiest clients. What they want is very special, very particular, and you will be trained to give them exactly what they want. I don't expect you to understand all of that right now, but I can assure you, you're life will become a little easier once you do." "Mr. Trainer, I'd like him to be cleaned up just a bit, let in this position, but a good fucking horse placed here, just behind him." "Right away Sir," Trainer responded, as he and Willis moved to carry out the Doctor's instructions. Trainer threw a bucket of cold water over the boy, which also casued him to scream in shock. Then Trainer took a towel and cleaned up the boy's face. Willis pulled the fucking horse in place. "I've had a good many slaves in this position," the Doctor stated calmly to the terrified but attentive boy, "but you are the first that has come here as a special request. Seems you liked hitting the girls in your former life slave, in fact, you might say that's what got you here," said the Doctor as he stared hard into Winn's confused eyes. "You hit the wrong girl slave.......I mean you really hit the wrong girl," and with that, Kit, the Doctor's friend walked into the room. When Winn saw him, he at first thought he'd be rescued, this was Emily's dad. But he didn't look like a rescuer, he looked hard and cold. He walked right up to Winn and slapped him savagely across the face. "You stinking little bastard," Kit snarled, "I've been waiting for this for weeks. Who do you think you are, to hit my daughter. I ought to kill you, but I decided on something worse." "Please Sir," cried Winn, "I didn't do anything........... SMACK........again right across the face, Kit was enjoying this. "You shit, hitting my daughter was nothing to you, you didn't do anything......listen you fucker, I've broken men in business for doing less than you did. No one hits my daughter without paying, and by God, you're going to be paying for the rest of your life." "Please, no," Winn begged. "Mr. Trainer, I see you've already started," Kit said, "make sure you break this one completely, will you.......as a personal favor to me." With that, Kit gut punched the kid, knocking the wind out of him, and causing him to gasp for breath. "Doctor," Kit said as he pulled his fist back, "I know this is your property, and you take care of your property, but I'll be glad to pay for any damage," as he smashed his fist into the kid's face, then into his gut again. The Doctor realized that seeing the kid abused this way had made him hard as a rock, and he smiled to himself. He watched slaves beaten all the time, but this was a reaction he hadn't had for awhile, and he liked it very much. "I'll be able to take care of just about anything," the Doctor grinned to his friend, "but try to spare the face a little," he chuckled, then realized that he hoped his friend would. As Winn came to again, with the aid of some more salts, Kit remarked, "My friend the Doctor, your new Master, has generously given me first privileges with you bitch, and I don't know when I've been so grateful to him. You don't even know what I'm talking about do you cunt, but you'll know in about two minutes. Mr. Trainer, would you get the slave ready?" And that quickly, Winn found himself turned around, facing some type of padded saw horse. The chains were lowered allowing his arms to come down, but as quickly as they did, he was bent over the horse and the chains attached to the floor. Then his legs were spread and fastened by his ankles to the out base of the horse. He was spread eagled as far as his ass was concerned, and even he could figure out what was about to happen. He began to cry and beg, but no one was listening to him, well almost no one. Kit thought it sounded wonderful, and it made him harder as he thought about what he was going to do to this shit. As a final humiliation before fucking the bastard, Kit walked around to the front of the hapless youth and asked Willis to raise his head up so he was looking right into Kit's large stiffening cock. Then as the boy stared at the instrument of his own rape, Kit let a hard stream of piss wash the tears off his face. The boy started to yell, only to find when he open his mouth it was filled with piss. He closed his mouth tight, but not before he realized this was what he'd been drinking for the past few days. He was furious, but no one was interested in his fury, only his virgin ass. Kit walked around and approached that ass while he rubbed a little lube onto his cock. "This isn't for you bitch, this is so I'll enjoy your ass a little more. As you'll soon find, I don't give a damn how much this hurts you," he growled. Then Winn felt Kit's nine inch tool begin to probe at his cunt hole. He tried to clinch his ass shut tight, but that steel rod was not to be denied entry. Kit chuckled a little at the futile attempts, knowing it would only make the ultimate penetration that much more painful and humiliating. Two realities he wanted this boy to become intimate with. Kit simply continued to press firmly, and then he could feel the head of his rigid cock begin to separate that cherry opening. It was always great to be the first in a guys hole, but it was especially meaningful for Kit to be the first in this hole. He didn't care who or how many used it after him. He felt the hole opening, as did Winn. Winn now realized he was never going to be able to stop this, and that bad as this was, it was only a small part of the reality he found himself in. He cried, he begged, he screamed, but no one cared now, no one noticed. He was alone in this hell, and now he felt the head of this guy's cock pop into his ass hole. The pain was horrible, and it only seemed to get worse as Kit began to push his cock all the way inside the cunt. He didn't ram it in, but it was a steady push all the way till his pubic hairs were firmly pressed against the cunt's cheeks. "Damn," Kit said, "if I'd known you were going to feel this good bitch, I'd have taken you a lot earlier." Now he began to fuck this bastard in earnest, pulling his cock almost all the way out, only to slam it back in as far as he could. He was going to enjoy this, but he also wanted to make sure it was horrible for the bitch. "Take it bitch, take all of it," he yelled, as he continued to revel in the sensation this tight hole was giving his cock. It did feel good. "We're going to do this some more bitch, you can be sure of that." Winn was screaming now, almost incoherent in the midst of too many sensations and emotions. This couldn't be happening to him. He was rich. He was powerful. He got whatever he wanted. Except right now, he was strapped to this horse being fucked by the guy that was going to be his future father-in-law, and he suspected, based on everything he'd been told so far, that this was only the beginning. His mind was reeling from the reality, but he was held tight by the restraints. He could feel his hole being filled then emptied, only to be filled again. He could feel the pressure of the man's weight as he leaned into him to fuck him harder. He could smell the piss that still dripped from his face, and could still taste it on his tongue. He could feel everything, and all he wanted now was to feel nothing.......nothing........and then as he could faintly hear the exclamations of a man in climax, and could feel the subtle sensations of a cock shooting cord after cord of hot cum inside his ass chute, he did feel nothing.....only blackness. There were voices, then blurry light, then it begin to clear a little more, then that awful smell again as something was put under his nose. He jerked his head to get away from it, but it seemed to follow him. Now he was awake again. He was still tied over the horse, but he didn't feel anything in his ass. However, everything hurt......everything. "Thanks, that was nice slave," he heard Kit say, "I'm going to be dropping in on your training, so we'll have a chance to get better acquainted," he laughed, "or at least you'll have a chance to get better acquainted with my cock," he continued as his voice receded from the room. "Mr. Trainer, would you be so kind as to reposition the slave," he heard the Doctor say, and he was quickly moved back into the position with his arms and hands stretched above him. He was looking at the guy everyone called 'the Doctor.' "I realize you've been through a lot, and frankly you'll be going through a lot more very soon. However, that can't be helped. There were reasons bigger than you that brought you here, and that will keep you here as long as I wish. I am your Master, you are my slave in every sense of the word you can conceive, and you really can't conceive all of it yet. You have nothing unless I give it to you, and the sooner you understand that your sole function is to obey and give pleasure to your Master, the sooner things will get a little better for you. I realize you don't fully understand all of that right now, but I'm going to leave you with Mr. Trainer, who speaks with my voice slave. He will begin to assist you in understanding your new reality." "Mr. Trainer, what number for this one?" "This one will be 118, Sir." "Good, then 118 it is. I now name you slave, you are 118. I strongly suggest you forget ever being anything other than that as soon as you can. Things will go more easily for you if you do. Mr. Trainer, once again I think I'm giving you good raw material, you do what you have to, to give me a good slave." "Certainly Sir, I'll present you with a good slave, or a carcass," Trainer said grimly as he stared straight into the young man's eyes. "I'm sure you won't disappoint me, Mr. Trainer," said the Doctor as he strode from the room. Trainer walked over to the side cabinet again and withdrew an unusual looking whip. It had multiple strands, but 118 couldn't tell what kind of material it was. As Trainer started to swish it around in front of 118, he again became terrified. He didn't want to be beaten anymore, it was enough. "Please," he whispered with new tears streaming down his face, "please." "Please what, slave? Please stop, please let me go, please don't hurt me anymore. You'd better start learning something right now bitch. No one, and I mean NO ONE here is interested in your opinion, the money you used to have, or anything else about you, except that you become obedient. Obedience is the one option available for the slaves here, and you will learn that as you truly become a slave. First, you have to learn that I'm in charge, not you, and that there is no hope here for you except the hope that I can make you a desirable sex slave. The way you learn that is by the whip, so shall we begin," and Trainer started striking the whip across 118's chest. Gently at first, then a little more firmly, then even harder, as 118 began to sting where the whip was constantly hitting. Then Trainer started striking that one spot on the chest with his full force, over and over. 118 began to cry and scream in earnest. Finally, he noticed that the strikes were not quite as hard, as Trainer reversed his pattern, until he was swinging the whip gently across the crimson spot. The pain was still excruciating, but at least he was slowing down. Then Trainer began gently swinging the whip in another area of 118's chest, but his patteren had been established. Now as he struck the new area gently, then a little more firmly, 118 knew what would probably happen. Trainer liked this method, and he intended to slowly cover 118's entire body until his whole body glowed red. 118 had just entered hell in earnest and before it was over his face would be contorted in silent screams because his raw vocal chords will have given out. Finally he would be taken from the Room, barely conscious by Willis and Samuels. He would be put in with 115 for his first night, but before they left, Willis fucked 118 hard, and Samuels had the pleasure of fucking 115. When they left 118 was only semi-conscious next to 115 who was making a futile attempt to comfort him. 115 had come full circle since his first night in the compound..........a hundred years ago. He quietly whispered a question to 118, who recognized this guy as one of the fags that had cleaned him up, but who was now being gentle with him. He almost said something smart to this asshole, but just didn't have the energy. He answered the fags question and told him the date he'd been grabbed, then he drifted off into unconsciousness. Part Two "Seven weeks! Seven weeks! Less than two months," 115 thought to himself as he lay next to 118, astonished at the short span of time which seemed like a lifetime in this place. If 118 had been grabbed on the date he said, allowing for a few more days to have gotten to the condition that 115 saw the guy in when they cleaned him up, then it had been about seven weeks since his own abduction. For a minute he was dumbstruck, his mind reeling from the reality of the magnitude of change that had occurred in his life, and become customary to him, in seven weeks. With a grimness he would have been incapable of seven weeks ago, he found himself actually realizing that the Doctor really did know what he was doing. In only seven weeks, he knew that he was well on his way to becoming a sex slave. As he reflected on it, he realized just how much he and his life had changed, and some of the things that he now took for granted in his new life, and other things he now knew to be true. He now understood that there was still such a thing as slavery in the world, and he knew himself to be one. He was accustomed to other men roughly taking him whenever they wanted and fucking him or using his mouth to cum in. In fact, cum was leaking out of his cunt right now from the fucking he'd just received, and that was the third time today he'd been fucked. He was kept clean for fucking at all times. In fact, as he thought about it, he realized that he had sat down to take a singel dump since he'd been captured. He was completely accustomed to going regularly to the cleaning room with its rounded spigots extending out of the wall at a 45 degree angle. He would squat down onto the spigot and water would flow into him. Depending on who was working with him, he would either take it until his keeper told him to pull off, then wait for permission to release in the trough running under the spigots along the floor, or he would simply let it fill him until he started releasing almost at the same time. He would be there with water flowing into him through the spigot, and being pushed out of his bowels at the same time. It didn't matter which process he prefered, because he was never consulted, but this process to care of his body waste so completely, that he never had to take a dump on his own. He hardly thought about it anymore as a Boss said, "Toilet," and he would drop to his knees and open his mouth with his tongue sticking out just a little, waiting patiently for the Boss to urinate in his mouth, drinking every bit of the Boss's piss, then waiting while the Boss rubbed the last drop against his tongue, so it wouldn't stain his pants. Even worse, he now took it for granted that he would occassionally be the "piss boi" in the urinal that served the compound, kneeling in a tub of his own piss while others pissed on and in him. He'd eaten a vat of cum and drunk a river of piss. He now understood that he would be routinely beaten by Trainer, the Doctor, or the Bosses, as they molded him into the sex toy they needed in order to make money from his sale. Each time he was beaten, he felt himself giving in a little more, succumbing to their design, until he was an obedient, responsive sex slave. He also knew that the man who bought him would be free to alter him in anyway to suit his needs or desires. If his buyer wanted him to be castrated, he would be. If his buyer wanted him to have breasts, then implants would be implanted to the buyer's specifications, just as had been done to 104. If the buyer didn't want to hear him scream out in pain as he was being used in any way the buyer wanted, then the Doctor would gladly cut his vocal cords, just as had been done to Radar, and he would never make another sound. He only had to reach down to his ball sac to feel a change that was already being made, as his balls now hung lower than they did when he'd arrived. The Doctor still had the ball weights put on at regular intervals because his sac still wasn't where the Doctor wanted it yet. He also knew that the only reason he still had his foreskin on his cock was because his yet to be identified buyer hadn't decided yet if he wanted him to be circumcised. As 115 held 118 and tried to calm him a little, he began to add his tears to those on 118's face. He didn't realize he could still cry, he thought he'd cried himself out, but now he knew he was wrong. He continued to reflect on his situation and also realized that one day, someone would walk into the compound and choose him as his slave, and he had absolutely no control over who that would be. He now understood some of what Trainer had told him early in his training about working to become a desirable slave. It was the only thing he could do to affect the outcome at all, and it might not make any difference. He thought of 99, Calvin, lying on his mat a couple of cells down. He'd seen the price code tattooed on the back of his neck and on the length of his cock, and all that had been done by a boy, just sixteen years old. A boy now owned 99, had named him Calvin, and now Calvin waited to learn if his "Master" wanted to make any other alterations, and he was powerless to do anything about it. He would spend the next years of his life as the plaything of this boy, and what happens if the boy tires of his toy?? Or, he could be purchased by a sadistic bastard like 101 had been. Used as a sex object for a pack of dogs in the hope that it will improve their performance in the show ring. Not even a sex toy for a person, but a pack of dogs. 115 couldn't imagine what 101's life was like now, and he lived in fear, as did the other slaves, that the same thing could happen to him. It was unimaginable, except it wasn't, he could imagine such a thing happening, and it was too horrible to contemplate. 115 didn't realize it, but his training had been more thorough than even he now realized, because he found himself trying to imagine what type of buyer he hoped would buy him. Seven weeks ago such a thought would never have occurred to him, but his life now bore no similarity with his life of seven weeks ago. He remembered he used to be shy and careful about his appearance, not going out without a shirt on, things like that. Now he'd been completely naked for almost two months, and he was beginning to doubt that he would ever wear clothing again. He'd become accustomed to being naked around other people, though he still felt particularly naked when a buyer would come in. It didn't matter that all the slaves were naked, it mattered to him that someone he'd never met, who was fully clothed, was looking at him with no clothes. He actually began to wonder sometimes what kind of buyer he could hope for. Because this buyer would have complete and absolute control over his life. Trainer would be chuckling with delight if he could see inside 115's mind right now, and see the thoughts that reflected a whole new world view on the part of 115. He was thinking as a slave, and that was one of the greatest hurtles Trainer had to overcome. Trainer had suspected he was getting close, and now it was happening. 115 was contemplating his new Master, and wondering what his Master would have him do to serve and please him. 115 was thinking like a slave, and just as 104 had comforted him and tried to make his transition into this reality a little more bearable, he now wanted to help 118. He would hold him through the night, then early in the morning he would begin to prepare him for what was about to happen. He knew there was really no way to prepare someone for that, but he remembered that knowing a little of what to expect had actually helped him. He hoped it would help 118 because it was really all he could do for him. And with the morning, 115 knew that he would take his place, when called by one of the Bosses, behind 118, and stick his swollen, firm cock deep inside the ass his cock was now warmly nestled against, and he would fuck him. He would fuck him hard and forcefully, just the way he knew Trainer liked the new slaves to be fucked, and he would do that in the hope that it would prevent Trainer taking him into The Room and having to "encourage" him to do a better job next time. He would fuck another man, something that would have been outside the realm of possibility for him, only seven weeks ago. Now, he would think little about it, as it would be what he was ordered to do as a slave, and he had learned, painfully learned, that he would carry out any command he was given by a free man. As 115 was thinking this, 118 began to stir and groan a little. He tried to comfort him by whispering into 118's ear that he was okay right now, nothing would happen to him for awhile. As 118 stirred and began to remember some of his experieince he muttered, "Shut up, you stupid faggot! Do you know who I am?" "Yes," replied 115 a bit more gently, knowing part of what the boy was going through, "you're the Doctor's newest slave. It's not that I don't know who you are, it's that you don't know who you are, but that will become more clear to you in the morning." 115 didn't say anymore because he could feel the soft sobbing of 118 as he tried to hide his fear and shame. 115 began to quietly tell 118 about his new reality, and the crying continued. "No, please," 118 whispered, "please." "There's nothing any of us can do about what's going to happen, and it will happen as surely as the sun will rise in a few hours. The best you can hope for is to get a little rest as much as you can, save your strength, and don't fight it when it happens. Just let it happen. It's painful, but you can endure it, we all have. Get to the other side of it, and begin to adjust. I know I plotted on how I was going to escape, during my first few nights. Except, it doesn't seem anyone has ever escaped. This is our world. Just work to make it as tolerable as you can." 115 knew how lame that must sound, and yet he also knew it was all true, and actually good advice. Not that anyone was capable of taking that kind of advice. It was just too much to take in in such a short time span, and it was too preposterous to find at all credible. Yet is was all he really had to give that might help 118, and before either of them was ready it came, the moring, and with it 118's introduction to his new reality, and 115's reaffirmation to his. "Come on ladies," Murphy barked as he struck a nightstick along the cell bars, causing an all too familiar clatter, "time to get going. Lots to do today, and we'll start by welcoming a new sister. NOW GET IN PLACE BITCHES!!" Part Three After 118's reception by his fellow slaves he was a much more docile slave. The Doctor recognized the signs of shock, but knew that was sometimes to be expected in this situation. He wasn't too worried, 118 would begin to settle out like the others had. What the Doctor couldn't understand as well, was his attraction to 118. During 118's fucking by all the other slaves, the Doctor continued to feel more excited and stimulated than he usually was. He knew himself well enough to know he was having a reaction to 118, he simply didn't understand the basis of it yet. He would discuss some plans for the slave with Trainer in their meeting following the welcoming ceremony. The Doctor had been looking forward to this meeting with Trainer because of a new development a friend had shared with him. He was interested in getting Trainer's thoughts on the idea. Radar had fixed a nice lunch for Trainer and the Doctor to share while they discussed the business of the slave compound. The Doctor had put ear plugs in Radar's ears that were blaring some music so they could speak freely without Radar hearing anything. Usually it didn't matter, but there were some things the Doctor wanted to talk about that he didn't want Radar privy to. As they settled in at the table and Radar began to serve them, the Doctor asked Trainer if he'd decided on the next Boss. Trainer replyed that he had. "After checking out Travis I finally found what I wanted. You already know his skill as a nurse since he's assisted you several times. That's why I wanted to see if we could recruit him. The salary we'll be able to offer him will be almost three times what he's making as a nurse, but you know I also like to have a little edge when it comes to our Bosses, a little extra security. It seems that occassionally Travis has manipulated the use of controlled substances. Not enough to be a dealer, and never for personal use, you know I won't have anyone that uses drugs. However, he has a grandmother that he's provided various medications for. It's enough to take his license if it's discovered, so it's enough for us." "Excellent," responded the Doctor, "because I really want to have him on our staff because of this," and the Doctor showed Trainer what he'd been so excited about. It was a filmy membrane about the size of a nickel with tentacles like long spider legs coming off of it. There was a small dark spot in the center. Trainer had no idea what the thing was, and said so. The Doctor smiled and explained, "This is actually a failure. Researchers have been working for years in the field of spinal cord injuries, and this membrane was developed in relation to that. You see, bio-electrical impulses run all up and down the spinal cord, and when it is broken we've found no way to reconnect it. Researchers are trying to develop a means whereby bio-electrical impulses can bypass the break, create a new connection. This membrane was developed to try to do that. Unfortunately, it didn't work, but they learned a lot in the process. However, a friend of mine from medical school is on one of the research teams. We shared similar interests in med school, and we've stayed in touch. He contacted me thinking I might have a use for these devices." "But what would we use something like that for," Trainer asked? "Well the problem was that this device wouldn't carry enough of an electrical impulse to bypass the break, but it does carry a small bio-electrical impulse. It's not enough to even create a noticable tingle or buzz if it were implanted, but it does create a very slight sensation that the body is aware of. It's mostly unnoticable to the person, but the impulse is there. My friend thinks if these were implanted in certain erotically sensitive places, such as the prostate, testicles, under the nipples they would create sexual stimulation. In other words, our slaves would find themselves feeling horny most of the time, for no reason they could determine. I think our customers would enjoy that in their slave. What do you think," the Doctor finished chuckling to himself. "I think, if it works, it just made our slaves much more valuable," Trainer responded with a smile. "Exactly so," the Doctor continued chuckling. "Can you see some of our more reluctant slaves walking around with semi-erections most of the time, some possibly even dripping precum, wondering what the fuck is going on. Think of what we could do with their nipples with our sensitivity training added to this little baby," he said as he lifted a smaller filmy device up. "This could be implanted under the nipple so easily and with no scarring, and if it works properly will make the nipple much more sensitive from the start. The reality is that all of these implants are relatively simple, and now that Travis will be on staff here, it will be much easier to do, and he'll be here for the follow up. "How do you want to proceed with this," Trainer asked. "I want to do implants on 115, 116, and the twins first. We'll see what kind of reaction they have to it, and decide how we want to proceed from there. I want the slaves to be sedated, I don't want them to know anything about the surgery until its over, and even then we're going to play it down. I'm even thinking about making a couple of false incisions to throw them off completely about what's being done. I want to simply be able to observe any difference, without the slaves trying to anticipate anything." "That sounds like a good idea, and can easily be done. How soon do you want to start?" "Actually, I want to get this done quickly. When is Travis going to start?" "He's scheduled to be here next Monday, to begin his first week." "That'll work fine. While you're doing his orientation, I'll borrow him for a couple of the surgeries on Monday, and the other two on the following Wednesday. It shouldn't take more than a couple of hours for each one," said the Doctor. Trainer made a note to himself to plan Travis' days accordingly, then asked, "Any special instructions for 118's first few days?" "Make them especially miserable for this kid. In fact," and the Doctor hesitated in thought, "include him with the others for the implants. My wishes for 118 are still formulating, but I know I want him to suffer, and I want him horny." Trainer smiled as he said, "Yes Sir," remembering that the last slave the Doctor had reacted to this way was now quietly serving them lunch. He suspected 118's future would be painful indeed, but as long as it kept the Doctor happy, he could care less. To Trainer, 118 was just another slave that had to be broken and remade into a viable and valuable sex toy. Ultimately, what happened to him was of no consequence in Trainer's mind, as long as the customer was pleased. In this case, he suspected the customer would be very pleased to know that the young man who had struck his daughter would suffer at the hands of a master sadist for the rest of his life, and being able to drop in and fuck him occassionally would simply be icing on the cake. Part Four Boss Williams was enjoying himself. Trainer had told him to do so, to enjoy both of the slaves as much as he wanted because they'd both be shipped out soon, and Williams deserved a little reward for all his good work. Williams couldn't agree more. When he came on here he was expecting to meet some of the other guys, the other Bosses, but Trainer had explained the unique nature of his assignment, so Williams knew that wouldn't come until later. He was looking forward to it, being with other dominant guys who liked being in control and breaking these faggots down. Besides it had gotten a little lonely here on occassion with Dos always gagged, but Trainer had been adamant on that point, and Williams had been careful to follow his instructions to the letter, not wanting to risk his future employment. So it was understandable why he would be enjoying using these two fags for his personal pleasure, while he also humilated and degraded them. To Williams, all of that was appropriate for fags. It was inconceivable to him that a real man would do the kinds of things these two faggots did on command. Oh, he realized that they had been beaten, but that too was appropriate for a fag. He believed that a real man, even after a beating, would never submit to kissing another man's ass hole, or sucking a man's cock, or eating his cum, or drinking his piss. Only a faggot would do something like that, so these fags deserved anything that real men wanted to do to them. The fact that he could make really good money, and have a great blow job anytime he wanted, only made it a better deal for him. Of course, that was only part of what was going through his mind as he looked at the two slaves stretched spread eagle on seperate frames in front of him. Each had tears in their eyes from the softening up period that Williams had just spent with them, and each of them had rosey red patches on their asses, thighs, stomachs, and chests where he had used a leather belt and a paddle. He was a little surprised to find out how much he enjoyed being able to do this kind of thing to another guy, even if it was just a fag, but he found he really got into it, and he almost always got hard. What he was about to do, he also had discovered that he got a kick out of. Trainer had had him working on Dos' nipples, sensitizing them, since almost his first day here, and he'd done a great job. Dos' nipples were larger and all you had to do was gently let you finger run across them now, and there was a response, a groan, and a little upturn of the cock. Trainer had said that the buyer wanted 105 to respond in the same way, so Williams was beginning to work on him since he was now living in the same quarters with Dos. As he walked over to 105, he could tell that 105 knew what was coming. Since the sensitivity training was being done in a shorter time, it was a little more painful. In fact, Williams was making sure it was a lot more painful. His attitude toward this raghead was about the same as Dos' had been, but Williams didn't know anything about that. He just knew his brother had been in the first Gulf War and his opinion of everyone he met over there had been pretty negative. However, Williams did find this little raghead to be sexy in his own way, and he planned on enjoying himself. "You know bitch," he said as he reached out and took hold of one of 105's nipples, "if Trainer would give me a little more time I could have you as sensitive as this other bitch here," and with that Williams took hold of one of Dos' nipples with his other hand, and both slaves began to scream again as Williams mercilessly ground their nipples between his fingers. He enjoyed hearing them both beg him for mercy, and it made him feel even more powerful to not show any. After what seemed an eternity to the slaves, Williams began to let up a little. It was time to focus just on 105 for a little while. He moved to stand directly in front of the slave, and picked up an emory board from a side table. "Twice a day, until you're shipped out, I'll be using this on you bitch," he said as he began to rub the emory board around 105's hardening nipple. 105 began to moan from the friction the board caused on his sensitive nipple, and there was quickly a thin dusting of skin cells shadowed on the emory board. "Actually, as I've learned, the secret to this is not going too far, taking your time. You don't want to rub until the nipple is raw, but you want to keep forcing the nipple to replace the thin outer layer of skin. This begins to increase the sensitivity of the area, which is, after all, the point," Williams said smilingly to 105 as if he were instructing a child on how to tie his shoes. 105 was trying to pay attention because he knew he would need to know how to do this, as it was something his Master desired, but the sensations were proving distracting. "After the nipple has been scraped of the outer layer of skin cells you move to the next step." With that he produced two wooden clothes pins. "These simple clothes pins are all you need, though you want to be sure to get the ones with the larger spring wires on them. They hold the nipple more tightly," he said, holding the pin up for 105's teary eyed inspection. "It's really quite simple from here on out, again, it just takes some time. Simply put the clip on the nipple, and just the nipple," he said as he clipped 105's right nipple, and he winced from the sudden pain, "with the clip running parallel to the body, not sticking out from it, and hanging down. Now we'll leave the clip there for fifteen minutes, then we'll move it 45 degrees. This needs to be done fairly quickly as the nipple will be flattened and bloodless when the clip comes off, and all we're doing is flattening it in the opposite direction. This process is called "Quarters," and by the second or third time around, you'll be screaming for mercy." As Williams said that he placed a clip on 105's left nipple, and he winced with the sudden pain. Dos, who was in his own discomfort from the ball stretchers that Williams had placed on him earlier, watched and enjoyed 105's discomfort. He thought, "that's right bitch, just wait till your nipples are as sensitive as mine. Hell, all anyone has to do is brush against mine and I get hard now. It's disgusting, but my nipples are connected to my cock now, and there's nothing I can do about it. Well bitch, the same will soon be true for you, and I'll love watching you become a nipple slut, you fucking raghead." When Williams finished putting the clamps on 105's tits he knew he'd have to wait awhile for the discomfort to grow, but he wanted 105 busy while the time passed. He had an idea that would keep 105 busy, and entertain himself at the same time. He picked up six or seven more of the wooden clothes pins and approached Dos. "You know bitch, I've always heard that the heads of uncut cocks are extremely sensitive. Tell me cunt, is that true," he growled at Dos. Dos looked at this menace with real fear. He'd learned that Williams could be creative and very painful, and he knew there was nothing he could do to keep him from doing anything he wanted to him. Instinctively, Dos tried to back up a little as Williams approached, but of course, that didn't happen. However Williams noticed the straining movement and smiled at Dos, "Oh, don't go away yet bitch, we're just getting started, and I promise you, you'll enjoy this," Williams said, giving a cruel laugh. "Well, you'll enjoy part of it," he said firmly as he took hold of Dos' cock. Before it started growing from the attention, Williams quickly lifted the foreskin and placed one of the clothes pins on it. He put the pin in so that it hung down from the cock, but he pushed it back so that the clamp was made close to the base of the foreskin. He quickly continued until he had five pins clamped around Dos' foreskin, hanging down from the head of his cock. The foreskin began to stretch, and the head looked swollen with half of each pin underneath the foreskin. Dos was already feeling the discomfort as he began to moan, but he suspected it would be much worse before this bastard was finished with his game. He couldn't have been more right, as Williams began to push the pins, which had been parallel to his cock, to a perpendicular position with the base of each pin resting against the shaft of Dos' cock. His foreskin was now fanned out around his cock head the way extra skin fans out from the head of angered reptiles. Looking straight on to his cock head it looked like some bizarre reptile head with the fanned skin over the top, but as Williams continued raising each pin, the skin became impossibly stretched. The thin veiny skin looked like it would tear at any moment and the pain was causing Dos to scream and pull at his restraints. Williams laughed, enjoying the show, knowing it was about to get better. After what seemed to be hours of agony for Dos, Williams flipped one of the pins with his fingers, releasing the impossible tension on Dos' foreskin. In fact, the pins almost popped back, the way an umbrella breaks back in the wind, to being parallel to the shaft again, only this time resting against it as opposed to hanging from it. Completely exposed was the super sensitive head of Dos' cock. The glan looked almost virginal, as it was rarely exposed to any outside elements. Williams ran his fingers around the glan lightly, sending shivers of pleasure and pain through Dos' groin, and the sounds he began to make indicated both conditions, pleasure and pain. Then Williams moved over to 105, whom he now called Rex, the name his Master had given him, reminding him that he was named after a dog. "What does it mean in your heathen faith that you bear the name of a dog," he asked Rex laughingly. Rex knew he couldn't respond in any meaningful way to this barbarian, so he just bowed his head and accepted the abuse and humiliation that Williams heaped upon him. "After all," he thought, "I am named after a dog, but what part does a slave have in his name?" As Williams released Rex from his restraints, he ordered him to crawl on all fours, like a dog, causing Williams to laugh again, and to kneel before his sister. 105 hated being referred to in feminine terms, but again, what could he do about it. He crawled on all fours till he was directly in front of Dos then sat back on his haunches and waited for further instructions. "Now listen bitch," Williams said to him, "you're not to touch your sister in any way except with your tongue, your teeth, your mouth, and your lips. Do you understand me bitch," Williams growled as he slapped the back of 105's head? "Yes Sir," 105 respectfully responded, "I'll only touch my sister with my mouth, tongue, teeth, and lips." "Now I want you to drive your sister crazy bitch, I want him to be groaning in pain and in delight. You make love to that glan at the base of his cock head, tough love. I want it to be raw from your passion. Do you understand me bitch?" "Yes Sir," Rex again responded, "I'll make love to the glan at the base of his cock head." "You do that bitch, and there's no use pretending you don't love this, I know both of you fags will be in hog's heaven as soon as I give you the command. But, don't you dare make him cum until I give you permission, and when he does cum I want you to hold it all in your mouth. Got that bitch, don't swallow a drop of that slave juice until I've given you permission. Just let your tongue soak in your sister's juices," he laughed. "Yes Sir," Rex responded with a deep sense of resignation to the life he knew was ahead of him. In the sum of that life, this blow job would account for nothing, but that was little consolation as he waited, on his knees with his mouth open, for the command to suck this most hated object. Williams was truly enjoying himself now. This job was going to be great, and he honestly felt a sense of superiority over these fags, which made him feel justified in humiliating them and using them for his own sexual gratification. He realized that he was hard as a rock, and knew he would take care of that later. He just didn't know yet which one he'd plant his seed in. "Start sucking cunt, and I want to hear your sister's joy at having you suck her little clit, make it glow bitch, make it glow. 105 literally dove into the task. He had learned enough to know that pleasing the one giving the orders was a crucial part of surviving his reality. He began by taking Dos' cock head into his mouth and getting it wet with his tongue. Dos responded almost immediately to the feeling of that soft, moist tongue roaming over his cock head. He began to groan with pleasure and the possibility of release. He knew he was going to have to work to control himself as much as possible, because he expected that Williams would only allow him to shoot on his command. He marvelled again at how sensitive the tender skin just below his glan was. Always being covered by his foreskin, that sensitive skin was hardly ever exposed in any way, but now, because of the pins pulling the foreskin back all the way, it was not only exposed but stretched tight, making it even more sensitive to any sensation. While 105 was unaware of the subtlties of the sensitive area protected by the foreskin, he did notice that Dos began to struggle against his bonds and jerk about more. He realized he was causing Dos almost as much pain as pleasure, and that thought spurred him on to greater effort. He began to literally suck the head into his mouth, then grind his teeth back and forth at the base of the glan, causing Dos to scream through his gag. Then he would draw his tongue over the same area and hear Dos gasp from the sensation. He knew that soon Dos' seed would be soaking his tongue, and he planned on getting as much pleasure from torturing his bastard as he could. This went on for what seemed an interminable time for Dos, as his body was pulled between a marvelous erotic pleasure and an intense erotic pain, and all the while his load was churning in his balls. He was soon covered in a fine sheen of sweat as he struggled at his bonds. He wanted to slap 105's mouth off his sensitive cock head, take the clips off, and most of all shoot a load that was building up in him. He was furious and vulnerable at the same time, a condition that he was becoming all too familiar with. He loved the feeling that he was about to shoot, and into the mouth of this raghead, which made it all the sweeter. Then the teeth would begin to grind again, and every nerve in his body seemed to suddenly be connected to his dick. He would scream again, and struggle uselessly against his restraints. Then, seemingly out of no where, and for no reason, other than he could do anyting he wanted, Williams slapped 105's head from the side with the back of his hand. Dos' cock literally "popped" out of Rex's mouth, and Rex leaned back on his knees. Dos's cock was glowing red from the affect of 105's mouth and teeth. For some reason Williams had decided there would be a break, and it didn't take long for Rex to find out why. "Okay bitch, now we're going to see how good you are at focusing on your task when you're hurting a bit," and with that Williams reached down and took the clip off Rex's right nipple. The sudden release was painful, but Rex knew it was coming since it wasn't the first time clips had been used on his body. However, he wasn't accustomed to the sudden reapplication of that clip to the same area, and when Williams quickly put the clip back on, with a difference of 45 degrees, Rex yelled in pain. As if not even noticing 105's pain, Williams proceeded to repeat the process with his other nipple. !05 screamed again, but Williams only response was a slap on the back of his head and the command, "Get back to sucking, bitch!" And with fresh tears of pain streaming down his face, 105 obeyed the command. He was back on Dos immediately, and resumed the ministrations that were causing him such pleasure and pain. Only now, 105 was hurting in the process. He didn't think it could get much worse, when Williams reached down and took one of the clips between his fingers and began to apply even more pressure. 105 squealed in pain and reacted by grinding his teeth a bit harder on Dos' sensitive skin, causing him to scream out again. Williams laughed as the two slaves struggled in their pain, one struggling not to cum before given permission, one trying to please a sadist in order to keep him from inflicting more pain, both gripped with a sense of resignation that this would be their life for the indefinite future. Dos was beginning to groan through the gag even more, trying to beg for permission to cum as he could feel himself closer to that edge. Rex, sensing Dos' eminent climax, redoubled his efforts in the hope that if Dos came before given permission, Williams would focus his attentions more on him. He began stroking his tongue around the sensitive tissue of the swollen glan, and Dos began to shake his head "no," trying to tell 105 to stop. For an instant their eyes locked as Dos looked down and Rex looked up while licking the soft spot underneath the Dos' cock just below the head. In that instant, 105 could see the pleading, and Dos could see the determination of someone he had brutalized. Dos continued to scream through the gag, begging for him to stop, begging for permission to shoot his load, begging to be released, begging to wake up from this nightmare and find himself as one of the Bosses in a compound training slaves. But, in spite of his pleas, none of those things came to pass, as he felt his sac tighten in preparation of his balls releasing their load. Just as Rex brought his mouth over Dos' cock head, his cock erupted with cord after thick cord of jism. He shot as if he'd never shot a load before, as he shot again and again into 105's waiting mouth, and though he'd rather drink poison than hold this bastard's cum in his mouth, 105 felt a certain satisfaction as he struggled to make sure he got every bit of the heavy cream from this cursed cock's piss slit. Dos moaned with pleasure, even while he realized he'd pay dearly for shooting before he was given permission. Maybe that was part of the reason, this small act of defiance, that felt soooo good. Williams jumped into action as he realized that Dos was emptying his balls before he'd given him permission to release. Of course, he'd know this would happen because he was never going to give permission. He just wanted another reason that he could torture Dos with a completely clear conscience, and now it had been handed to him on a silver platter. "Who gave you permission to empty those pathetic slave balls, bitch? Who?" He screamed into Dos' ears as he grabbed the weighted and low hanging ball sac and began to squeeze. "Well maybe we ought to make sure they're completely empty so this doesn't happen again for awhile.......," and he continued squeezing as Dos began to scream in earnest. The short lived pleasure of shooting a load now lost in the agony of having his balls crushed by this sadist. Rex looked on, leaning back a bit on his knees to give Williams full access to his victim, and tolerated his tongue soaking in the cum of another sadist. He longed for this to be over, to be able to rest in the night and wait for his Master to get him. He knew he would still suffer, but at least it would be for his Master, and that was somehow different for him. Before 105 was able to lie on his mat that evening he would suffer a bit more. Soon after making Dos wish he'd never been born, Williams turned to 105 and said, "Toilet!" Rex knew what was required and scurried into place, opening his mouth a bit and placing his cum soaked tongue just over his lower lip. "As a reward for a job well done, faggot, I'll wash that load of cum down for you with a load of my piss. No need to thank me, I know you love this stuff," and he released a steady and heavy stream of hot piss into 105's waiting mouth. 105 struggled a bit, but he got it all. He'd learned that he had to concentrate on swallowing, and to keep swallowing, no matter what. It wasn't easy, but taking a full load, and choking a little in the process was better than being punished for insulting a Boss by not taking all his piss. And Williams was right, it did wash all of Dos' cum down his throat. Soon Rex felt he was full of piss and cum, but Williams assured him, with a laugh, he'd have room for more later. Part Five Trainer found Calvin's new owner in one of the slave exhibition rooms. The kid looked a lot less intimidated by his surroundings than he had a few days ago when he came with his father and selected 99 as his slave. He named the slave Calvin even before others were completely aware that he'd made his selection. Trainer suspected that the kid felt some type of connection to 99 and had based much of his decision on that, but of course he was free to choose any slave he wanted, and for any reason. Still, Trainer wondered. "Good morning Sir," Trainer said as he entered the room, continuing to show deference to this kid because Trainer knew the father would really appreciate that, and there were no illusions about who the paying customer was at this point. Besides, Trainer had been impressed with this kid, and so was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt in their interactions. "I've been looking forward to spending part of the day with you, and showing you some ways in which I think you can enjoy your new slave. Have you given it any thought since you were last here?" "I think I can honestly say, I've thought about little else," the kid said with a grin, "and I wonder if I could ask a favor of you Mr. Trainer. I know its different when my Dad is here, I pretty well know the score," he said with a frank expression on his face. "I was hoping you could just call me Todd, when it's just you and me, well and Calvin of course. I want you to know that I really appreciate the time you're giving me, and I want to learn. I've met my Dad's trainer, and he seems like a good guy, but I get the feeling there's a lot to learn from you, and, though you don't know it yet, I'm actually a pretty fast learner." "Actually Todd," Trainer said with a smile, continuing to really like this kid, "I already suspected as much from our first meeting. You took control of 99 very quickly, and your control seemed sure handed.......always a good sign. And yes, there's a great deal I'll be glad to teach you to add to your enjoyment of your slave." "I was wondering, if you don't mind me asking," Trainer continued, "why 99, why 'Calvin'? There were a number of beautiful slaves there, but you seemed to take to him right off. I know it doesn't seem to be any of my business, but sometimes our motives become important in our later actions, and I was wondering if it was anything conscious for you, or was it just a feeling?" Todd thought for a moment, then decided he wanted to be honest with this man. He discerned a strength, even to cruelty, but he also saw an honest concern in his face. "First, I want to say that I know what most people think when they see me, 'little ninety pound twink,' and for some reason most of them write me off intellectually as well. You know, as if Einstein was this hunk of a guy. It just shows how stupid most people are. I may not be a big guy, but I'm smart......actually, really smart. I understand what my father is hoping for in all of this because he's afraid that I may not be strong enough or tough enough to do what needs to be done to protect and build the business he'll be leaving me. I know there're things I can do to get in better shape physically, and actually I'm working in that direction, but I'm also smart enough to know that in our world mental strength can count for a lot. I'm not going to have to wrestle someone to the ground to get the better of them, I'm just going to have to out think them, and then have the inner strength to do whatever is necessary to win. In our world it won't be muscle that determines the outcome, it'll be power in the form of money and will. I'll have the former in quantity, and I don't plan on being found lacking in the latter either. Mr. Trainer, I think I have that strength, but just as I'm preparing to exercise my body, I want to exercise that inner determination as well. I want to know that when it's necessary, I will be willing to do whatever is required to win, even if it means breaking a man." As Todd finished he was staring hard into Trainer's eyes, and Trainer believed he saw that inner strength there. "Yeah," he thought, "I like this kid, and I want to help him." "As to why Calvin," Todd continued, "well he represents physically everything that I'm not, and the name is because he reminds me of the models in the Calvin Klien commercials that we're all supposed to want to look like, and I guess in fact, most of us do. With his dark hair and blue eyes, and beautifully muscled body, his handsome face, he's all the things physically that I want to have. But, with all that, he has no power. When I use him I'll remember that all those physical attributes are great, and if I really want them, I can buy more Calvins," Todd said with an evil grin. "Because when it's all said and done, I'm going to be the one with the power in the room. That's what I want to experience, and I want to feel it a lot for the next few years. I want my belief in myself and what I have the power to accomplish to become second nature to me. Calvin will be one of the tools I use to achieve that. I can continue to use him as a touchstone as to what I'm prepared to do. He'll always be a reminder of what others see, think and value, but I'll know that I'll be able to do what I need to do. I'll practice on Calvin." "Those are pretty hard words you're saying Todd, but are you sure you're not there already? Maybe you're much tougher than you think are......right now." "I know I'm tougher than most people think I am, but I also know myself well enough to know that I'm not where I think I need to be yet," Todd replied. "My mother was a wonderful and very good woman. If it had been left to her, she would have given everything away. All she really wanted was me and dad. I know I have a lot of her in me, and I don't want to drive it out, I just want to get control of it. I plan on doing a great deal of good with my fortune, but I also plan on increasing it. I'm not where I need to be emotionally, physically or psychologically yet, to accomplish that. Just as I'll spend the next ten years or so on developing my intellect, getting the best education I can, I'll be using Calvin to come to understand and master what it is to really exercise power, and I want to routinely toughen myself to the cries of mercy by ignoring his. I want to know that I can continue to make the hard decisions, and learning not to let my feelings get in the way with my handling of Calvin will go a long way in teaching me that." "Mr. Trainer, I want my slave to fear me. Not be terrified of me, but to fear me, to know that I will hurt him if he displeases me, or sometimes just because I can. I want to know I can do that as well. I want to get used to the feeling so I won't back away from it in business. I want you to show me effective ways to abuse, humiliate and torture Calvin. Sure, I'll use him for sexual gratification as well," Todd laughed, "but his real purpose will be to toughen me up, and keep me tough. "Alright Todd, I can do that in spades," Trainer smiled, "but I want you to always remember to have two of these devices on your person or immediately at hand whenever you're alone with your slave," and Trainer showed Todd the Panic Buttons that everyone carried in the compound. When you press this, it will incapacitate any slave within twenty-five feet. They'll be down for a good little while, certainly enough time for you to clear the area, secure the slave, or get help. Always remember that Todd. These slaves didn't volunteer, they were taken. They've certainly been broken, but you always have these just in case, understood?" "Yes Sir," Todd responded as he put one in his palm and the other in his pant's pocket. All he would have to do was squeeze one or bang the other in his pocket, and the devices would do their work. "Never, and I mean never hesitate to use one of these devices if you feel threatened at all.........never!" With that, Calvin was led in by Boss Jackson, who had had the pleasure of using this piece of ass in his quarters last night. He was going to miss 99. The slave had always been one of his favorite fucks for some reason, and he wanted to be sure to enjoy him a few more times before he went to serve this kid. "How humiliating," thought Jackson, as he looked at 99 presenting himself before this little twink, but he knew better than to say anything. This twink was the son of a billionaire, and that changed things a bit. "Thanks Jackson," Trainer said, dismissing him. It was just going to be the three of them for awhile. Todd noticed right away the differences in Calvin. As the slave presented himself to his Master with his hands behind his neck, his legs spread wide so his junk hung down vulnerably between them. Only now there was no hair at all on his crotch, his legs, his arms. Gone was the inviting little treasure trail that used to entice women to wonder about its end. He had hair on his head and over his eyes, and that was it. Todd noticed that it made Calvin's cock look bigger, and it had already seemed big enough. The other reason his cock looked bigger was the tattoo that ran most of its length along the top. Todd took hold of it, stroked it a few times, causing it to begin to grow, and sure enough, as the remnant of the foreskin began to disappear, there were more lines just under the fold. Todd smiled as he continued to stimulate Calvin and feel the smoothness of his now hairless body. For his part, Calvin found himself realizing that if anything the kid seemed even smaller to him this time. Maybe in his desperation to make the situation a little more palatable he'd exaggerated the size of the kid in his memory, but there was no getting around it, his Master was a ninety pound weakling. He would be giving himself from now on for the pleasure of this little twerp. The shame caused his face to redden as he held the position, remembering that Trainer was still in the room, and he was no weakling. "Is the hair gone for good," Todd asked? "Not yet," Trainer answered. "He'll need several more treatments over the course of the next month or so, but your trainer is knowledgeable about the procedure and will be able to complete it. Within a couple of months he'll be mostly hairless for the rest of his life," Trainer said, staring hard into 99's eyes to press the point. "These chemical treatments don't work as well on facial hair, but regular shaving will keep that under control." "Bow slave, so your Master can see the back of your neck," Trainer barked, and Calvin bent forward at the waist, removing his hands just enough so that the tattoo on the back of his neck was clearly visible. Todd felt a surge of power as he realized these changes had been administered to this slave because of the orders he had given. Permanent, irreparable changes to a body that was now completely under his control. Just because he wanted it that way. Todd was beginning to experience real power, and he liked the feeling. "Calvin, Present," Todd commanded, and Calvin raised his torso and returned to his position. "Tell me Calvin," Todd continued, "how do you like your new tatts? Did they hurt when you got them?" "If Master is pleased with them, then I'm pleased with them," Calvin responded, "and no Master, it didn't hurt your slave." Todd listened intently to Calvin's response, realizing that he was responding as he'd been trained. He'd learned a bit from his father's trainer over the past few days, but he realized that the answer didn't really please him. He recognized it for what it was, fawning to a Master. "Mr. Trainer, to your knowledge, is the slave telling me the truth?" The question surprised Trainer a bit, but he decided to be very honest with this interesting young man. He wanted to see where he was going with this. "Actually Sir," Trainer said, "I understand he cried and wept as the tattoo was being applied to his cock, and then proceeded to cry most of the night because of his unhappiness." Todd looked hard into Calvin's eyes, which began to widen just a bit in fear and an uncertain anticipation. However, Calvin didn't have long to wait for his Master's response as he swung his right arm back then proceeded to slap the shit out of Calvin's face. Calvin's eyes were wide open now. He was surprised and uncertain. He'd responded as he'd been trained to respond to a Master, and now he was being slapped, and slapped hard for it. After Todd slapped Calvin with his palm, then struck him with the back of the same hand, he ordered Calvin to resume his position. Calvin did so, not a little confused. "Never lie to me slave.........NEVER," Todd said firmly and loudly. "Do you understand me slave?" "Yes Master," Calvin responded desperately trying to appease his Master and feeling himself to be on unsure ground. "I'm sorry Master. It won't happen again." "Oh I suspect it will, but we'll take care of that when it happens. So let's try this again Calvin, how do you like your new tatts, and did they hurt when you got them?" Calvin was terrified, he couldn't lie, but could he tell the truth? He began slowly, "I don't like them Master, not really. The one on my neck was uncomfortable when he put it on, but it didn't really hurt. But the one on my cock hurt a lot the entire time it was being applied, Master." Calvin lowered his eyes a little, not knowing what would happen now, still trying to learn to read this kid. "Well it's too bad you don't like them Calvin, I like them very much. In fact, so much, that I'm considering others as well now. Who gets to decide whether there'll be more tatts put on your body Calvin.......who?" "Master gets to decide if there'll be more tattoos put on this slave, Master," Calvin responded, still looking down at the floor. He didn't see Todd swing his hand again, but he felt the contact as the boy slapped him hard, again. "Look me in the eyes when you speak to me Calvin," Todd said harshly. "Who?" Calvin looked up from the floor, straight into the eyes of this little man, this boy who was now his Master, his god. "You do Master, you decide." "And never forget that slave, I decide everything, and if you displease me, you'll suffer.........understand slave?" "Yes Master, I understand." "Mr. Trainer, you were saying earlier when we spoke that you could show me some good punishment techniques. Could we spend a little time on that now please." "Of course Sir," Trainer said, continuing to the more formal address in front of the slave. "The first thing you need to decide is whether you want the slave bound in a position, or if you simply want him to hold a position while you punish him. There are advantages and disadvantages to both. For instance........BEND OVER BITCH," Trainer ordered Calvin, who responded immediately, if you're going to deliver a few good swats with a paddle or a belt"...............CRACK..............Trainer demonstrated with a paddle he had picked up while approaching 99..........."you might enjoy watching the slave have to hold the position. Knowing that if he breaks the position his punishment will be much more severe"..............CRACK.............the paddle came down hard again. "However, if you're going to deliver a severe punishment it may become necessary to bind the slave or suspend him. Even well trained slaves will reach a point where they simply can't hold a position any longer because they've literally" ........... CRACK ......... "lost consciousness." Todd was fascinated with the way Trainer could apply the quite severe swats almost casually while discussing technique. However, he had Calvin's full attention as...........CRACK.............."AAAAGGGGGHHHHH," Calvin finally broke and was screaming now...............CRACK..............."AAAGGGGHHHHH.........PLEASE!" "Also the type of instrument you use may determine whether the slave can simply hold a position or needs to be bound. If you're using a belt or a paddle, generally.........CRACK........"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH,".............a slave can hold the position, such as this one is doing. Now if you go to an extreme you might consider otherwise, but if you're using a cane or certain whips you generally will need to restrain the slave in some way. The pain is simply too severe, and the loss of consciousness is problematic..........CRACK........"AAAAGGGGHHHH." Todd realized he was getting hard watching Calvin hold his position, bent over as Trainer, almost casually, proceeded to turn the slave's ass a glowing crimson. Tears were streaming down this becautiful muscular slave's face as he continued to submit obediently to the beating. He realized that there was a part of him that wanted to rescue Calvin from what was happening, but another part was fascinated with it all. He knew which part needed to be nurtured and which part needed to be constrained as he said, "I would like for you to show me how to use a cane." Both Trainer and 99 responded almost immediately, but in very different ways. Trainer smiled and said, "Certainly Sir, it will be my pleasure," as Calvin felt his spirits plunge. He'd hoped the one consolation of having a wimp for a Master would be that he'd be too timid to do much to him. However, Calvin was learning that nothing could be further from the truth of his situation. His Master was proving himself capable of great severity. What 99 was unaware of was that that was the first time he'd thought of this boy as 'his Master,' and not 'that kid.' The reality was that he would rarely think of him as anything other than 'his Master' ever again. "Stand under the bar slave!" Calvin rushed to the position designated by Trainer. "Please Master," he started repeating in a low voice, almost like a prayer. He'd been caned before, and it was horrible. He'd learned his lesson, he'd worked hard to submit and be obedient, they hadn't had to cane him again. Now, simply because his Master wanted to learn a technique, he was to be caned. Calvin knew there was nothing he could do about it, but he decided he would at least try begging......maybe it would help make a difference with his new Master. He had no idea that begging would only fuel his Master's determination. It was the very thing he wanted from Calvin so he could harden himself to it. Trainer quickly had Calvin secured to the overhead bar, so he was stretched nicely to receive whatever his Master wanted to dish out. Then he went to the cabinet again and brought back several different rods of varing lengths and widths. "Different canes are used for different purposes," he began casually as he picked up a thicker one. "These will tend to strike the body with a broader stiffer stroke, and you'll want to use them on meatier parts of the body. Such as this," and Trainer swung his arm and struck Calvin's buttocks with significant force. Calvin screamed and tensed his whole body from the pain. "If you use this one on bonier parts of the body, you risk actually breaking a bone. Also these broader canes will leave significant bruising. Now the traditional cane is more like this one, bamboo construction, medium thickness, with a little more bend in it when it's used. This one is very effective," Trainer said casually as he walked to Calvin's back, raised his arm and struck him viciously with the cane. "AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH," Calvin screamed, making a sound Todd had never heard. Again, Trainer struck him, and again Calvin screamed for mercy that he knew would never come. "Now if I'm really going to hurt a slave," Trainer said as he picked up another cane, "I prefer this one. As you can see it's a little thinner than the others, but again it's bamboo and quite strong. When you swing this one it bends more than the others, but when it strikes the body, it then wraps a bit around it, extending the actual point of contact, and thus, the pain. Let me show you." "AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH," Calvin screamed again and again as Trainer struck him several times at various points of his body. "PLEASE.........NO.........PLEASE........PLEASE........I'LL DO ANYTHING.........PLEASE," Calvin pleaded, but Trainer's ears were deaf to it, and Todd's were being trained by it. "I'd like to try that last one then," Todd said, as he reached out for it. Trainer handed it to him, then he stood in front of Calvin and took several practice swings. The cane hummed as it flew through the air. Calvin was weeping, knowing that his Master wouldn't hesitate to use the cane, and that was exactly the lesson Todd was wanting him to learn. CRACK!! The cane struck Calvin on his already angry back causing him to lunge under the bar again. CRACK!! Again Todd struck him, this time on his chest, just missing his vulnerable nipples. CRACK!! CRACK!! Two times in rapid succession across each outer thigh as Todd stood in front of him, then, as Todd stepped a bit to the side......CRACK!!.......once more across Calvin's lower abdomen, just above his cock. As Calvin continued to scream and beg, he was silenced as Todd began to probe Calvin's cock and balls with the cane. "Yes, in answer to your question," Trainer said, as he watched Todd closely, "you can cane him there with that cane, but it may cause damage you don't want. You just have to decide." Todd looked into Calvin's eyes and Calvin returned the steady gaze. He was weeping softly and begging at the same time, "Please Master, please........let me pleasure you.......let me suck your cock.......let me ride it while you relax.........PLEASE," he begged, "let me pleasure you in some way." "BE QUIET SLAVE," Todd said with a firmness that startled the slave, then went on with an even voice, "never doubt my resolve to use you in any way I please slave......NEVER!! Do you understand me slave?" "Yes Master, yes Master," Calvin pleaded as he tried to lower his head a bit and actually bow before his Master. He now knew that his Master would use him any way he wanted. That if his Master wanted him to be in pain, he would suffer. His Master would have what he wanted. As Calvin continued to try to be contrite and respectful to his Master, Todd and Trainer walked over to the cabinet together and began speaking. They spoke for a good while, and their absence in no way caused any relief for Calvin, as he stood there, his body still aflame where the canes had struck him, and still crying waiting for whatever would come next. As Todd walked back and stook directly in front of Calvin, he again tried to show his respect by bowing his head a bit. "Master, please, may this slave serve you," he stated quietly. His only hope was to get out in front of the situation if he could and draw his Master into another activity. Calvin surprised himself when he realized what he wanted was to have sex with his Master because that might be a good deal less painful, if he could give his Master enough pleasure. But Todd wasn't quite ready for sexual pleasure yet, he'd certainly have that, but there were still lessons for Calvin. "Do you know what this is Calvin," Todd asked as he held up a stainless steel surgical rod? Calvin looked at it and trembled. He knew what it was, and he hated it. "Yes Master, I believe it's a Sound," he responded with a trembling voice. "Yes it is Calvin. A surgical steel rod that is, as Mr. Trainer was explaining to me, designed to be inserted into the piss slit of a cock. As Todd said this, he stared into Calvin's eyes and Calvin again realized the determination within his young Master. "Have you ever had a Sound in you Calvin?" "Yes Master, a couple of times it was used in my training," Calvin answered. "And did you like the Sound as it was used on you Calvin?" Now Calvin was faced again with the dilemma of this young Master. He knew his Master expected the truth, but if the truth wasn't what his Master wanted to hear?????? "No Master, I didn't like it when it was used on me before." "Hmmmmmmmm," responded Todd pensively, "I'm glad you told me the truth Calvin, and as a reward for the truth, I won't use it on you now." Calvin couldn't believe it, his Master had relented, he breathed a sigh of relief because he truly hated the Sounds that had been used on him before. It had been the most personnal invasion of his body he'd ever experienced, worse even than being fucked. "However........." Calvin froze. "I'm noticing how close my fingers are to the size of this Sound. Do you see," Todd asked as he held his middle finger to the side of the Sound, and Calvin saw that his finger was only slightly larger than the metal sound. A man's finger would be much larger, but his was the finger of a sixteen year old boy. "So I'm thinking I could use my finger instead. Besides, I've never felt the inside of a man's urethra before, and I'm curious," Todd said as he squeezed a little lube from a packet Trainer had given him onto the middle finger of his right hand. Todd stepped up to Calvin and took his thicker than usual cock in his left hand and began rubbing it. Calvin's almost always deprived member began to respond almost immediately, Calvin even groaned a litte inspite of himself. "Please Mas.............." "BE QUIET CALVIN," Todd responded firmly, "this is going to happen. Do you understand Calvin? DO YOU!?!?" Calvin hung his head in resignation and submission. It was going to happen. "Yes Master," he said quietly. But then, as Calvin's cock was becoming hard, rich with blood, and as his Master placed the tip of his middle finger just at his piss slit. Calvin was shocked when his Master put his left arm around his neck and drew him into a hug, then lifted his face to Calvin's and said, "Kiss me Calvin." Only Calvin's months of training enabled him to respond to the command without thinking. He bent his head down a little and kissed his Master's upturned lips. He felt his Master's tongue enter his mouth, then felt his finger enter his cock. The feeling was indescribable......literally, for Calvin. The feeling of his Master's skin rubbing the extra sensitive tissue of his urethra was something he'd never experienced. It hurt, but it also caused him to open his legs a bit and push his crotch forward a bit. It was a most confusing and vulnerable sensation complicated by his Master's tongue exploring his mouth. Then Todd was in even more deeply. His finger was about half way into Calvin's cock, and now Calvin began to moan more loudly as Todd began to use the surrounding fingers to massage Calvin's swollen glan. Todd could feel Calvin's body tensing and shuddering. He couldn't imagine what his slave was feeling, but he knew it was something he'd never experienced before. He'd been shocked when Trainer suggested it a few minutes ago, but now, he loved the sense of power he had, pure physical power over Calvin. He pushed his finger in deeper and now Calvin opened his mouth a little to actually begin to cry out in gasps of pain. Again, Todd loved actually holding the body next to him so he could feel its reactions to what he was doing. He realized he wanted to explore this kind of control a lot more with Calvin. Calvin was lost in feeling.....pain.....pleasure......fear......comfort......, it was all too much. His Master had entered him in a way no one else had, and though he hated it, he realized that it also made his Master unique. This young man, who owned him, and could do anything he wanted with him, as was hugely evident in what was happening at the moment, was clearly determined to possess him completely and use him for whatever his ends were. All of this was going through Calvin's frantic mind as Todd's middle finger slipped its full length into his piss slit. Then, as if to emphasize both his control and creativity, his Master began to rotate his finger back and forth in Calvin's now swollen cock while continuing to massage the glan around the head of Calvin's cock. Calvin continued to gasp in pain and open himself further to his Master. He didn't understand why he was doing that, it was his body doing it on its own, a reaction to what was happening to his cock. Todd continued to enjoy feeling his finger rotate, then move in and out of his slave's cock, while Calvin's body spasmed in response to the movement. He realized he was going to do this often to his slave, and he was also going to kiss him when he wanted. He was enjoying that as well. Again, he'd been turned off by Trainer's suggestion, but now realized the effect it was having on his slave. He was going to stay in touch with Trainer, and he'd follow his advise to the letter. Trainer watched from the side and was delighted with Todd, and with Calvin. The slave was performing even better than planned so Trainer took great satisfaction in that, but to be able to see a Master, even a young inexperienced Master, derive such pleasure from his slave validated everything he believed in and worked for. Most of the world would never understand, but he understood, and Todd was learning to as well. He heard Calvin moan loudly again as Todd continued to finger fuck his cock. He'd had the idea the other day when he looked at Todd's smaller hands. Calvin didn't know it yet, but he'd sleep that night in one of the special pleasure rooms with that whole hand and wrist up his cunt. "Todd's going to love it," thought Trainer, "and Calvin will learn to fear his Master. Just what the Doctor ordered," Trainer continued to think as he chuckled to himself. "Moan, you bitch," he said to Calvin as he walked over to them. "Let your Master hear the effect of his efforts, please him with the submissive sound of your voice, cunt........fulfill your purpose in life, slave." Part Six Officer Donahue couldn't put it into words. In fact, if his superiors were to ask him right now what he suspected, he'd be at a complete loss to answer them. It wasn't so much a suspicion as a wondering, and he knew that didn't make any sense, but there it was. He simply wondered what it was about this group of warehouses that kept nagging at him, and actually it wasn't all three of them. "It was that one," he thought, as he stared at the large structure for the umpteenth time. What was it about that one that disturbed him? It had started about two months ago completely by chance. He was cruising the area in his squad car when a limo passed him. In this warehouse district you didn't see a limo everyday. Thinking it might be a driver that had gotten off course he decided to follow it a bit and make sure everything was alright and that they didn't need directions on getting out of here. Then the limo had pulled up to the fenced area surrounding this warehouse, and the gate had opened automatically. Again, not an unheard of feature in this district. But then, the limo had pulled up to one of the large street level doors, and the door had gone up automatically, and the limo disappeared inside as the door closed immediately behind it. There were a hundred plausible explanations for what he had just witnessed, and Donahue knew that. So why, two months later was it still nagging at him? Since then, in routine rounds in the squad car he'd noticed two other occassions when a vehicle did exactly the same thing with that warehouse. He couldn't recall seeing any large trucks loading or unloading at the cargo loading doors, but that could simply be because he'd missed them. There was nothing much distinctive about the warehouse, three stories, shafts for freight elevators, not as many windows as the older style of a lot of the warehouses in the area, but that was more the style now. It wasn't a warehouse for a large manufacturer, and there was no name that was familiar to him, but there was something??? It was almost identical to the building west of it, but there was always a lot of activity at that building. Trucks coming in and out all the time. There was another on its east side that was also similar, and Donahue had to admit, there wasn't a lot of activity at that one either, so why was it that this one kept rising up in his consciousness? Once again, he shook it off and decided it was time for lunch. However, a thought was also forming. Maybe what he needed to do was look up on the county title records and see who the owner of the warehouse was. That wasn't difficult to do, and maybe that would help him let it go. Also, in a few days, if it was still bothering him, he could just walk into the office of the warehouse and say hello. See if he got the same stange vibes inside the place. Whatever.........but the growling in his stomach told him it was definitly time for lunch. ****************************************************************************** I hope that the story continues to entertain you and help get you off. If so, let me know with any suggestions or ideas. Some of your ideas have already been worked into the story line, and your correspondence is the only compensation for the Nifty Authors. Also, if you're seriously looking for a 24/7 opportunity to discover and explore your true slave nature, get in touch. I'd like to talk with you about that. Master Jake