Date: Sun, 9 Oct 2011 01:48:06 -0700
From: MACK Wayne <mackxwayne@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Slave's Induction: Postscript

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A Slave's Induction


Postscript

	Part of the human condition is its ability to adapt.  Humans can
adapt to most any use and learn to operate within the confines and
conditions sometimes forced on them.  Such is the case with slavery.
Slavery has never commonly been about choice.  By definition, it is "the
involuntary subjection to another or others."  It connotes "captivity,
compulsory service, and complete ownership and control by a master - often
involving burdensome service and degradation."  Such is the stuff of
interest to this author.  Sexual orientation is sometimes - but not always
- of concern to the collectors and buyers.  Sometimes only the description
and look and sometimes demeanor - maybe occupation - perhaps intelligence
etc. are the required conditions.
	The male captives I create serve mostly homosexual needs and
purposes, with gay sexual orientation only sometimes a requirement.  A
mouth is a mouth - an ass, an ass - a body, a body, and any parts can be
forced, used, and trained, to perform as needed for the ones that own them.
The primary considerations involve necessary eye appeal.  The gold standard
for success in the collection and sale of sex objects/ slaves/ property -
is primarily regarding how it looks.  in A Slave's Induction, Bill knows
the taste of his clients and works to compliment that taste whether it is
for a certain ethnic composition - or coloration - or cock size -
musculature or lack thereof - whether hairy (the color of the hair) - or
smooth - age (from young to mature) and sometimes combinations of the
above.
	Eye appeal is almost exclusively the all-important deciding factor
- just attractive appealing flesh provided to the buyer for his use and
purposes as owner of an expensive object.  In the upscale slave market -
it's much like buying anything else of quality.  Just as with an
automobile, or boat, or plane, or other item of considerable capitol
investment, customized preferences are what it is all about.  Bill is
accomplished at satisfying both specific orders, and collecting merchandise
that he knows will have appeal based on his experience with what sells in
his market.  His biggest volume clients are fairly fixed in the "type" they
need and want.  One such man only buys hairy well-proportioned gingers -
another, smooth and younger, yet another loves dark swarthy Mediterranean
hairy muscle - and so on.
	Bill is a premier sadist.  He operates from the standpoint of
conviction about occupying his rightful place.  He gives no thought to
luring - obtaining what he will, and doing with it what he wishes.  He is a
businessman who trades in living merchandise - a flesh peddler - one of the
oldest forms of trade.  Tom is one of the many who have been lured into
Bill''s lair.  Those he obtains are for sale with very few exclusions.  Tom
was one such exception.  He was kept for Bill's personal use and
reorientation.  Nick was another example.  Whether Tom obtains the degree
of favored status Nick enjoys is something only time will tell.
	 Nick was like the quintessential lost puppy.  Retrieving it from
the gutter - saving it from literal demise - had an effect on Bill no other
acquisition ever had.  Physically, emotionally, and mentally, he broke the
tough & powerful UFC contender into pieces and rebuilt him just like he did
Tom.  Nick is his loyal dog, devoted slave, unquestioning attendant,
obedient fuckhole, trustworthy confidant, and entertaining toy - property,
and object.  Where he had learned to thrive in Bill's world - he would no
doubt be lost, whither, and regress, into his former condition outside of
his ownership and control.  Tom's suspicion regarding Nick not touching
himself was not unfounded.  He had been warned not to do so without
permission.  Bill caught him disobeying - told him he hoped he'd enjoyed
himself, because it would never happen again, and it never did.
	The invitation on the DVD to express interest in seeing more of
t.o.M. as henchman in further video adventures produced considerable
reaction.  Interest indeed, was expressed for seeing more of the beautiful
creature that had tortured so cruelly, and relieved his victim of its balls
with such panache and passion.  Bill's decision to use Tom for the specific
purpose was completely verified and confirmed.  And - of course - everyone
wanted to know and view the fate of the nuts last seen hanging around their
former owner's neck.  The following week t.o.M.'s empty sacked, nutted,
gelding was sold - along with a complimentary copy of the movie and its
frozen separated manhood - to a very satisfied buyer.  Six weeks later Bill
informed Tom the nutting was a success - that the castration had healed
without a hitch, and the slave's cock had been removed as well.  Its
wealthy owner - a straight man - loved sex parties, and always had
something exotic and different for his guests.  He wanted a naked nullified
straight gelding as a show piece for the women to tantalize - for everyone
to watch them use the slave's tongue as its only sex instrument - eating
them out without the equipment or ability to get off.
	Of course the men would tease it mercilessly.  The parties were
known for having essentially no limits, and attracting the biggest players
from all over the world.  Masters and Mistresses would bring slaves - male
and female.  There was an atmosphere of anything goes - gay - straight -
and a fully altered and relatively freshly mutilated eunuch, would
certainly be a welcome addition to the equation of the debauchery.  The
buyer sent pictures for Bill's enjoyment of the fully nullified slave.  The
slave's never fucked ass would be raped - the one to draw first blood
wiping his cock with his tidy whities, loudly proclaiming ownership of its
virginity to everyone's applause - just as if a bitch's hymen had been
torn.
	Tom could certainly never have known what course his life would
take as he focused from across the bar that night on the god-man who would
so effortlessly assume his ownership - take such complete control - even to
the removal of his humanity, and the creation of an abject of torture,
ridicule, humiliation, pleasure, and convenience, installed in its place.
As usual he was one of Bill's victims - his choices having nothing to do
with the reality of what was happening to him.  Right up to his
installation in the cage, he believed he would walk out of what he would
learn was Bill's lair.  He'd never dreamed of a world where someone such as
Bill was supreme and preeminent - where so casually invited and ensconced,
his presence would become an induction - his condition - involuntary
imprisonment.  Never would it have even crossed his mind, someone (no less
himself) could be turned into a toilet - a toy - an instrument of suffering
and service, for the benefit and entertainment of a man who seemed -
although authoritative and seductive - as benign, friendly, and beneficent
as Bill, on first introduction.
	Bill's world was real.  His preeminence was unquestioned, and his
authority irrefutable.  He saw Tom from the beginning where he would end
up.  He knew what he wanted of his prey, and it was a fait accompli the
moment he decided it in the bar.  Only the length of time, and the method
used to play with his victim were variable.  Like the King of the jungle
that plays with its quarry before consuming it - or similarly the cat with
the mouse - Bill was the same.  The hunt and pursuit were part of the
pleasure.  Training slave meat came as naturally to Bill as falling off a
log.  It was a calling - an orientation - a right.  And with his brightness
and education in dealing with the mind, when he had one in his clutches,
there was no hope of the retention of its self or of its humanity or of its
being ever what it had been in the past.  So Tom was no exception - just
rule of thumb in Bill's world of natural dominance and studied control.
	As was established in the story, some of the men and boys he
collected, were sold "as is" - fresh meat so-to-speak - their owners
wanting unconditioned slaves - either their lack of conditioning a part of
their suffering as they slaved without option - or wishing to train it
themselves in their own way.  But there were those, with Bill's well
established reputation for the re-creation of man into slave, ready for
unquestioning performance - who would indulge in paying extra to have Bill
work his magic - turning a selected purchase into an obedient slave - a
broken and reassembled object ready for suffering and service without
resistance on delivery.
	The change in Tom's creature hood was a permanent irreversible
condition.  What he had - who and what he was when a person, would be
maintained remembrances.  He would be forever mindful of the totality of
what Bill had done to him - of his power in creating the slave and object
he wanted - that which would be an unquestioning instrument of suffering
and service, entertainment and convenience, to its Owner and Master.
	Tom was dropped into the pit of despair once more, and spent one
more night in the cage to refine his sense of dedication to - and focus on
- his Master as his only reason - desire - and need.  The front door could
have been left open and the keys to the car on the table, and it would have
no effect on his desire to change the way things were now.  When he looked
in the mirror he saw his Master's property - just as when Bill looked at
him he saw a reflection of himself.  Tom saw only what he had become - an
object of his Master's design - his toilet - his instrument of pain and
suffering - his playground - nothing else.  He thought with his Master's
mind and pissed with his Master's dick.  He yelled out in pain with his
Master's voice.  He hung from his Masters hands and feet waiting for his
Master's use.
	Bill made several more movies with Tom as his henchman - each
better than the last, and each selling better and for more profit.  The
covert and cloistered audience to whom he distributed grew, and along with
it, his business of flesh peddling.  Less and less was needed in the form
of instruction for Tom to know what to do, and how to do it for his Master
- and at times for Nick.  On the rarest of occasions, he was even favored
to sleep with his Master - a privilege he had dreamed of for what seemed an
eternity - and sometimes with Nick.
	Tom felt a sense of belonging that included him as a privileged
object of lesser stature, but still somehow on the inside.  His duties
began to involve interaction with the slave stock on hand at any given
moment - their preparation - or discipline - or whatever else was required.
He served anyone his Master ordered in whatever manner - several times even
given on loan or rented out.
	His suffering never ended.  His pain and the enjoyment and
entertainment it offered Bill were a large part of his reason for existence
and something he came to expect and accept.  He was truly his Master's
object of suffering and service - and when he went periods of time without
pain, its absence felt somehow wrong - like something was missing.
	One night Nick revealed to Tom that there was a man offering a
great deal of money to the Boss for his purchase - that he kept raising the
anti to Bill's refusal.  That night Tom lay in bed worried.  He fought back
tears at the thought of being removed from the presence of the Man whose
property he had become - the godman who had created of him the object he
intended.  He considered his thoughts.  How different they were from in the
beginning when his worst terrors had to do with becoming what his tormentor
was describing and threatening/ promising to make of him.
	Here - now - having been enslaved and transformed as promised into
his Owner's dehumanized - objectified - degraded - used and abused
property, he realized his greatest fear had become being separated from
him.  Bill had done such a thorough job of brain washing Tom, the only
thoughts remaining regarding himself, were of how faithfully he
accessorized - accommodated - pleasured and obeyed his Master.  Through the
use of hypnotherapy, psychotropic drugs, and psychological skill, Bill had
made himself Tom's only focus - instilled in him the sense of obligation to
obey no matter the consequences - and strengthened and enhanced his
dependent demeanor.
	Tom feared removal from his reason for being.  His Master was
everything.  Bill had made sure of it.  His pleasure, His convenience, and
His requirements - no matter how painful, humiliating, or consuming - were
what gave Tom his only purpose.  He venerated - worshiped - feared - even
grew to love his abusive Master for being as he was and taking what was
rightfully His.
	There WAS indeed a client seeking Tom's purchase, but Bill had no
intention of selling him - at least not now.  He only had Nick tell him
about it to foster separation anxiety - to intensify Tom's affirmation of
those Master-related emotions - just another way for Bill to entertain
himself by the use of the mind he loved playing with.  He enjoyed every bit
as much, fucking a slave's brain, as he did its body.  His accurate
philosophy was - take control of the mind and the body will follow.
	Tom could no more have regained functionality in the outside world
than he could fly.  It just would not have been possible.  Bill's
manipulation and alteration of the slave's thought patterns were
irrevocable.  His advanced methodology including intense mind exercises
could not have been undone.  His clients that opted for slaves with altered
states of consciousness (adjusted attitudes) always marveled at the results
of Bill's effectiveness.

	Thanks to MY readers for your enjoyment and loyalty to the story.
Watch for more MACK Wayne submissions in the near future to Nifty.
"slaveMaster Tempter" is the latest submission.


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