Date: Tue, 21 Jun 2011 03:08:50 -0400
From: controlone <controlone@roadrunner.com>
Subject: The Destruction of Hugh-Chapter 1

The Destruction of Hugh

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controlone  (Controlone@roadrunner.com)

Chapter One:   HOOK, LINE,  AND SINKER

((NOTE: IN THIS FANTASY THERE ARE NO DISEASES AND THE USE OF CONDOMS IS NOT
MENTIONED.  JUST READING THAT TELLS YOU THIS IS STRICTLY A FANTASY.))

Friday  January 1.

The boy took the bait.  He signed on.  He agreed to it all.  He signed the
fucking contract.  As of next Monday I own his ass for the next year.  If
he can last a year; he gets $250,000 in gold...and all he has to do is
survive; to come out the other end; one year from today; between now and
then he must take whatever I dish out for one full year, drugs, hypnosis,
physical restraint, even body modification (with his permission of
course... he found that comforting... the idea that he must give
consent.... utterly diabolical... within a month he won't know his name,
his consent ,written or verbal will be as forthcoming as his piss and as
easy to frighten out of him); so he's agreed to it all. My only question
is: What comes first a totally degrading tattoo or a wicked piercing to
remind him of his de-evolution, his climb DOWN the evolutionary tree from
primate to mammal down to vertebrate down to worm down to fungus.  The
question becomes what will be left?  If my plan works, and I know it will,
in a year the Hugh person will be gone and all that will remain is a
vibrating gob of lukewarm proteinacious very gay slime who will live to
attend to men.  After today I will never again refer to "it" as Hugh; at
best I'll refer to him as "Boy," which is far too human to last for long
(eventually he will be "it," a perfect name for a Boy who will soon be
reduced to less than nothing, neither male nor female, and not knowing
whether he's cumming or going sexually.

The other boys being led by the biggest and cruelest started calling him
"Shithead" and "Fuckface" from the moment I introduced them.  (I love it
because the first one lowers his level to human waste and the second has
planted the seed of his new job as "Everyone's Sex Toy and Sadistic
Outlet."  During the lengthy screening I made certain to choose a boy who
secretly LONGED TO BE CONTROLLED, MANAGED, AND EVERYONE'S
SUBMISSIVE... even the lowest of the low.  Butch the blond giant (6'10"
tall, 210 lbs. of solid muscle, sadistic sociopath AND sexually addicted to
treating his "fuck toy" in the cruelest way, as a means to release his pent
up anger, from being repeatedly beaten and raped by his step father, who
pimped him out to anyone with twenty bucks) has unofficially claimed the
boy as his personal property, but he is happy to share provided the other
boys come up with new and different ways to humiliate and degrade HIS BOY.
Ahhhhhhh Butch is a treasure to behold.  The Boy, for all his protests and
sobbing, cannot seem to take his eyes off of Butch's TWELVE INCH SNAKE,
TRULY AS BIG AROUND AS A BEERCAN.  In addition the Boy is mesmerized by
Butch's hairy chest, his dense bush, and the blond curls covering his legs
and anal trench.  There is NO QUESTION the boy is queer although he
strongly protests that HE IS NOT A FAGGOT (perhaps because he senses that
Butch and the crew would treat him even more hatefully if they knew he was
not JUST QUEER, BUT ALSO A CARD CARRYING SUBMISSIVE.)



A Word About the Residents:

The delinquent boys that occupy our halfway house are aged 18 to 22.  There
are currently 42 boys living in our 25 private and semiprivate rooms. The
boys are from every part of the neighboring six states and vary widely in
background.  Their crimes range from the non-violent variety of shoplifting
all the way to attempted murder and aggravated assault.  Since I had my
pick of the liter when it came to choosing my boys from a huge pool of
filth I was careful to choose those boys with a propensity for cruelty and
sexual aberration.  Some of the boys are straight, some are gay, all are
cruel, most are sociopaths.  More on the specific boys as the need arises

Unfortunately several of the boys are rather unhygienic, but now that Boy
is on the scene I feel sure that we can find ways for him to tidy up around
the boys and indeed clean up the boys themselves. We must endeavor to find
new and interesting way to humiliate Boy as he is coerced into sucking and
licking and cleaning the various parts of the resident's slovenly
bodies. In addition, there's a good time in just taping Boy's mouth closed
(so he's not tempted to breathe through it) and forcing Boy to bury his
nose in one of the resident's filthy bushes and keeping it there breathing
in the vile stink.  Do I even need to mention filthy ass cracks?

Our Hugh:

BOY IS NEVER ALLOWED TO TOUCH HIS CLITTY.  The other boys must wash it,
when they feel like it.  (Butch uses a scrub brush on Boy's clitty head as
well as his nipples and pussyhole until the Boy cannot touch those areas
for their intense sensitivity. The other boys must hold his clitty while he
pisses etc. (more to come on that).  Other residents will use him as their
private urinal while they play with his pussy and tell him what a pretty
little girl he is.

Right from day one we began this process of dehumanization.  First we
forbid the "boy" from ever referring to himself as Hugh; we had him stand
wearing only his baggy shorts around his ankles and alternately slapped and
poked him till he correctly recited the rule that "Hugh is gone and only
'boy' remains" Sounds simple enough but after a round of heavy slapping and
poking it got harder and harder for boy to recite the "rule" and sob at the
same time.  The twenty or thirty residents in attendance at our "meet and
greet" derided "boy" as he cried and tried to speak the rule as the others
rained down pokes and slaps on him and kept pointing and laughing at his
embarrassed state of undress.

Next was the delivery of "toilet" rules:

From now on Boy never uses the bathroom alone. He must always be
accompanied by at least two of our residents.  After entering the bathroom
Boy must strip naked, fold his clothes, and then sit on the porcelain rim
to piss. He must spread his legs wide while one of the residents fiddles
with Boy's "tiny clitty" (a term he is forced to use often... when he needs
to piss for example he must chase after certain specified daily "toilet
monitors" and say "Please Sir my very tiny clitty needs to piss."  Of
course he's forced to repeat himself often and louder till his
embarrassment is maximized.)  So the monitors will fiddle with Boy's clitty
till he successfully pisses. Should he get hard any one of several
punishments may be employed ... spankings, standing in the corner shorts or
thong around ankles, made to stand in the middle of the room and explain in
detail that Boy's tiny clitty got hard when the toilet monitor was trying
to help Boy piss... I will encourage the residents to degrade and make Boy
behave in as queer a fashion as possible.... e.g. he can be made to lisp
and prance around.

Beyond pissing, Boy will receive four (4) very thorough enemas a day, also
by our residents... This will not only keep him totally evacuated it will
also keep him weak as a kitten for later frequent wrestling matches during
the day.  The object will always be his total humiliation with frequent
forced nudity, mocking, pokes and prods; all leading to his general
retching, crying and sobbing.... we want to reduce him to tears as often as
possible in order to heap on the humiliation and push his
de-masculinization.  We want to turn him into a cum hungry faggot, who
loses control of his humanity at the drop of a hat, and is constantly
demoralized.  Butch, after a suggestion from me, insisted that EVERY TIME
BOY BEGINS TO WHIMPER, CRY, OR REALLY BREAK DOWN AND SOB, HE MUST
IMMEDIATELY INCLUDE, STRIPPING NAKED AND SUCKING HIS THUMB.  If he forgets,
or starts to suck his thumb a bit late, Butch puts Boy over his knee and
beats his pussyhole with a thin ruler (the perfect size to thwack his
pussy).  Strangely, I can't help but notice that Boy, in spite of all his
bellowing sobs, can't seem to keep his clitty from getting hard as marble
and leaking like old plumbing.  Butch always points out both occurrences
and let's Boy know that THIS MAKES HIM A QUEER FAGGOT HOMO FOR CERTAIN.  He
loves to explain that straight little boys DO NOT GET HARD OR LEAK FROM
HAVING THEIR HOLES BEATEN...(By the way Boy is almost 21years old, average
height and weight for his age, with a six inch clitty, AND HE USED TO HAVE
A FURRY BUSH, DENSELY CURLED PITS AND PUSSYHOLE, AND LOTS OF HAIR ON HIS
LEGS UNTIL BUTCH CUT IT ALL OFF AS BOY KICKED AND SCREAMED THE SECOND DAY
HE WAS HERE.)

Clothing:

That first day we took Boy shopping for his "new duds"... I planned to get
him two sets of clothes, short shorts and white button shirts, all in white
so that when they are laundered every other day in the resident's urine
there will be no mistaking their odor or appearance. One set will be two
sizes too small and the other will be two sizes too large and have draw
strings at the waist as well as baggy shirts with all buttons removed.

(My delinquents found a pink silk thong and begged me to get it for "Boy,"
whom they love to call "Their Little Girl" when they force him to wear just
his pink thong or even funnier his pink thong with a very tight white
shirt, flapping open to show off his thong.  Then they'll take him to town
for a "walk.")

We had taken Boy to one of the larger department stores, into the men's
dept., into a small fitting room and had Boy strip naked.  Then we brought
him one article at a time starting with the small clothes first..... The
initial item was a pair of boxer briefs so small that the fly was pulled
wide open in front exposing Boy's bush, part of his clitty, and a shot at
his ovaries (balls).  Then he was forced out of the dressing room to
"model" for the residents and me, as we poked and prodded him to sachet
around.  We made sure to make enough noise etc. so that we drew plenty of
attention from the other shoppers.

Then boy was sent back to the dressing room and made to strip off the
shorts.  Next came a dress shirt so small that it could not be closed in
front.  Boy had to hold the shirt together (no buttons)... his clitty head
and ovaries hung out the bottom as we forced him to parade around the
shopping area... more slaps and poking... that got him bawling.... lots of
laughter and derision.  It would have been so much better if Boy had
already be denuded of hair and had the "strip naked and suck you thumb
rule" that first day, but alas there are only so many hours in the day AND
WE HAD A LOT OF WORK TO DO.

Then for a change of pace we went to the baggy shorts... of course we tied
them loosely and forbade Boy from holding them up.  It was so precious
watching him try valiantly to march around soooo carefully, but with a few
hard shoves forward the shorts began to droop and a minute later they hung
between Boy's knees..... That allowed us to further deride him and yell at
him for letting his shorts fall down in public.. I slapped him hard across
the face and made him pull them up... then I made him suck on this thumb
and try to "model them" for us one more time.... a few pokes later and they
were drooping down further and further... I savored his embarrassment as
first his bush.... and then his cock root... and then his cock head were
exposed; more shouts of derision Re: Christ Boy can't you keep your fucking
shorts up???.  A few minutes later found Boy huddled in a corner of the
dressing booth naked and sobbing and refusing to come out... Naturally I
put him in that first pair of tight boxer briefs that showed bits and
pieces of his cock and balls and whacked his ass all the way out of the
store and to the van.... Boy was desolate and sobbed all the way home (of
course once in the van with the residents he was made to strip bare (always
his "traveling outfit") and poked and generally abused all the way
home... Once there... he was made to stand in the corner, thumb in mouth,
shorts around ankles otherwise naked for one hour..... till dinner where he
was made to stand in the middle of the dining room wearing my favorite
boxer's (newly laundered in resident piss) thumb in mouth and made to
describe his "shopping trip".... needless to say by the end he was a
sobbing child... Soon via hypnosis he'll be a two year old for a good part
of every day.... a very unhappy two year old, who is fully aware
"internally" that he cannot help acting this way even though he hates it.
Ahhhhhhh the wonders of hypnosis.

Most of the time Boy will only be allowed to wear a baggy pair of shorts or
his pink silk thong, Never the two together.  The ONLY REASON I don't keep
him naked constantly is because he would quickly become "used to his
nudity" and it would stop being a source of his humiliation.  This way he
can be made to strip bare assed frequently by any of the other boys, whom
Boy must call "Sir".  He calls me, "Master."  Already the bigger, hairier,
older boys, led by Butch, love to gang up (four to six of them) on the Boy,
make Boy strip off his shorts, grease him up, and then wrestle with him.
Once them have him sobbing and begging to stop they take turns rubbing his
titties from behind, then force Boy to suck their enormous cocks, clean
their sweaty, hairy bodies with his tongue, and fuck him till he bleeds.
This wrestling goes on for two to three hours, leaving the Boy leaking cum
from his pussy and otherwise covered in it, head to toe.  Then they taunt
him while forcing him to scrape the cum off his body and suck his hands
clean.  After that they make him stick two fingers up his pussy, finger out
their cum, and eat every drop.  Then he wears his pretty pink thong for the
rest of the day; except when they drag him around to the others and force
Boy to pull down his thong, very slowly, while wiggling his hips and acting
like a total faggot slut, and then tell each of the residents how he was
"rude" and challenged the big hairy gang to a fight, which he lost because
he's a pussy slut, and then he had to suck them and get fucked by them.
Each resident finds his own way to further humiliate the Boy from zapping
him with cattle prods, to forcing him to jack off and them spanking him
brutally for touching his clitty.

At the end of Day One I showed Boy to his "bedroom".... a bare set of wire
bed springs next to the furnace in the dingy damp over-heated boiler
room. As uncomfortable as Boy's current bedroom is he won't be using it
much once the residents are allowed to tether him around the house
performing various "odd jobs" through the night.. more details later


End of day one (I am looking forward to the introduction of drugs and
hypnosis to the mix) Boy's next move will be toward cum slut girlie Boy or
perhaps even "no balls"... who knows it's all so terribly exciting....


Week Two:

Here it is and two weeks have already come and gone.  Now with Butch
controlling him for a few hours every day, Subject has gone from "Boy" to
"faggot" to "Girlie Boy".  In keeping with his new station he is forced to
lisp and sway effeminately when he walks.  He does this all around the
house as the residents jeer at him for being so girly and dirty.  I was
heartened to notice that Girlie Boy has begun to spontaneously suck his
thumb in earnest..... the process is taking hold of his mind!!!  And I've
only just begun to use drugs and hypnosis, so far to simply confuse him.
It's great fun to dress him in his baggy shorts an extra small shirt, ratty
sneaks, and no socks then get him so totally confused that he pisses
himself..... What a delight to see the alarm in his face as he
involuntarily "lets go." Naturally his clothing is stiff and reeking from
it's piss washing every other day.  Usually Boy's alarm is followed by
copious tears, a hearty spanking (for being a filthy piggy), and usually
some time in the corner.  Needless to say Girlie Boy must continue to wear
his pissy duds till they dry on his body...... this is especially enjoyable
if his "accident" is timed close to Girlie boy's bed time.  Then he must
lie in his sodden clothes in the hot damp filthy boiler room on his
springs.

While I'm in the vicinity I should mention that several of the residents
have taken to having Girlie Boy tied in very unusual positions and then
placing his hogtied, or tightly bound body on the floor next to their beds
while they sleep.  In these cases the residents make sure that Girlie Boy
is sufficiently uncomfortable that he gets no actual rest.

Jeff, one of the other sadistic residents, has fashioned a box, much like a
coffin only far smaller, for Girlie Boy to be kept in while he "sleeps"
next to Jeff's bed.  I insisted that Jeff drill at least one small air hole
in the vicinity of Girlie Boy's nose.  We wouldn't want him to suffocate
(God forbid... a miserable end to our fun).  Using hypnosis and high doses
of adrenalin mixed with Dexedrine we can work Girlie Boy into quite a
frenzy before sealing him into his sleeping box.  Alas by the time Jeff
releases him in the morning poor Girlie Boy hasn't much of a voice left,
having screamed himself quite hoarse. (naturally his terror has him pissing
himself profusely... Jeff has experimented with "boxing him in various
states of undress.. I shall have a more complete report later.) Girlie Boy
often can't make a sound past squeaking for as much as two days.  I've
forbidden Jeff to use Girlie Boy's sleeping box more than once every two
weeks.  I'm afraid if he employed it more often it would drive poor Girlie
Boy into irreversible madness, also ending all the fun.

Next I will make him a SEXUAL NERVE END and even though all of this cruelty
and humiliation make him sob and carry on so, he will not be able to stop
himself from getting more and more sexual pleasure from it.  We will be
punishing him constantly for his Clitty dripping and shooting so often even
though he will swear he is trying to "control" himself....... as if that
were possible.  He may even find himself begging to suck cocks and be
fucked because "somehow" he will get the idea that without a constant
intake a cum, at both ends, at least once an hour he will get terribly sick
and could even die eventually.  (MY, MY, MY how ever do Boys get such
ideas?)


End of Chapter One