Date: Fri, 10 Jul 2015 19:53:51 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Converted to cock-sucker - part 16

Author:  white collar - white_collar@hotmail.com.

Subject: Converted to cock-sucker (Oral, anal, forced, humiliation)

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I need to say this: Note that this is fantasy, not real life.  If you are a
sub, you still have dignity and you should have a voice.  If you are
involved in a BDSM scene, the sub has the right to set limits and to have a
safe-word to immediately put a stop to the proceedings if it turns out to
be too much.  If the dom/sado won't recognize your rights as a sub, my
suggestion is to say "thanks for your time sir," and walk away.  This is
sexual role-play and is supposed to be consensual.  Non-consensual is
assault and is a criminal act.

Any comments will be gladly received at white_collar@hotmail.com

Chapter 29

Paul:

I heard my two fellow-faggots moaning beside me, knowing that all three of
us were in agony - not a sharp agony, but the ache of having bloated
bellies and the dread of losing control of ourselves and spraying filthy
water across the room, which we knew would have displeased Master immensely
(or perhaps not - perhaps he was simply looking for an excuse to punish us
further.  And the thought of punishment reminded me that Master had already
promised Wayne and me punishment for our indiscretion earlier in the day
when Wayne had attempted to suck my cock, or should I now call it my
dick?).  I felt my sphincter spasm slightly and some hot liquid dribbled
out of my hole and down my perineum to drip off of my cock-cage.  Finally?

"All right faggots; get off the table and squat near the drain."

Groaning, we carefully moved off of the table and slid as quickly as
possible across the floor inside the shower curb.  Wayne got there first
and, squatting as close to the drain as he could, he let go.  The air was
filled with the sound of gushing water, accompanied by wet farts and the
smell of shit.  Steve got to the drain and released, as did I.  All of us
were gasping, groaning and grunting as our bowels cramped over and over,
seeking to expel all the fluid from our guts.  Master stood watching.  At
last, the noises stopped.

"Again," said Master.  "Up on the table.  You're not clean yet."

We clambered up on the table and Master repeated the filling and massaging.
It wasn't any more pleasant this time around and three faggots knelt there
on the hard table, asses elevated, heads down as our Master cleaned us out.
I turned my head to the right to see Steve next to me.  There were tears in
his beseeching eyes.  He was beginning to understand what was going to
become of him, what was already becoming of him.  Then I saw something
flash across his eyes - something I couldn't identify.  When Master ordered
us to get off the table and evacuate our bowels, Steve quickly climbed to
the floor, moved to the drain and released his load.  When he'd finished,
he suddenly stood up and lunged at Aiden, who was standing nearest to him.
He grabbed Aiden by the throat and they fell to the floor.  I was so
thunderstruck, I relaxed my sphincters and the water gushed out of my ass,
splashing across the table and onto the floor.

Master calmly walked to the cupboard and grabbed a sleek black object.  He
approached the pair rolling on the floor and when Steve rolled on top,
Master struck.  Steve screamed and began to convulse.  His spasms lasted
for several interminable seconds and I wondered if he might die.  But then
his body, with one final convulsion, slumped prone on the floor.

"Good thing I ordered a cattle prod," Master said, holding the weapon up.

Aiden was rubbing his throat and gagging, struggling to recover his breath.

"He tried to kill me!" he rasped out and began to go for Steve.

"Enough!" Master yelled, grabbing his arm.  "You'll have your chance at
him, but we need to get him under better control first.  Obviously, there
wasn't a sufficient dose of scopolamine to maintain him until he was beyond
the point where he thought he could resist.  Wait here and make sure he
doesn't go anywhere."

Master threw Aiden a clip and Aiden clipped the shackles, which Steve still
wore, behind his back.  Steve lay on the floor, moving his legs slowly as
if he was trying to regain control of his muscles.  Master took a bottle
from the cupboard and knelt next to Steve's head.  Pinching his nose,
Master thrust the top of the bottle into Steve's mouth.  Steve tried to
resist, but hadn't the strength.  He began swallowing the fluid that he
knew would be his slavery and humiliation elixir.  But what could he do?
He had only two choices: drink or drown.

Within a few minutes, Steve lay placidly on the floor.  I had, by that
time, crept off of the table and expelled the rest of the enema water into
the drain, but there was still water on the table and the floor.  At least
it had been the second cleansing so the water was fairly clear.  Master
stood looking down at me and I hung my head.  I knew what was sure to be
coming.

"Well faggot; it seems you have a hard time controlling yourself."

I flushed and shrank down even further.

"I guess I need to teach you control.  Clean up your mess."

I glanced at Wayne crouching in the shower area.  He looked away.  I looked
around the room for something to mop up the water with, but saw nothing.
Finally, I spoke, knowing that, in itself, was dangerous.

"Sir?"

"Use your tongue faggot!" he shouted.  "What did you think I meant?  Are
you stupid?  What am I paying you a salary for?"

I shuddered with humiliation and dread and moved to the edge of the puddle
I'd made.  Then Master pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed them.  I
put my forehead to the floor and began to suck and lick up the water.  What
was I becoming?  Yesterday, I'd been an account exec for the firm; now I
was naked, shaved, my dick in a cage, licking up water that had a short
while before been inside my guts.

My jaw and tongue ached; my neck and back were beginning to cramp and my
knees were on fire.  But I'd finally finished cleaning up my mess to
Master's satisfaction.  Master had shackled Wayne to the eye-bolts in the
shower area and then shackled Steve beside him.  He hung there limply,
whether out of shame and resignation or because he simply hadn't regained
the strength to resist, I didn't know.  When I finished, Master and Aiden
put cuffs on my wrists and shackles on my ankles and spread-eagled me next
to Wayne.  We stood there, three faggot slaves, side by side.  Vinnie had
been observing all this, seated on a stool to the side and when we were in
place, Master nodded to him.

Vinnie rolled a cart over with several items on it and placed his stool in
front of me.  On the cart were several pieces of what looked to be
plastic-coated heavy wire and strips and some tools.

"I'm looking forward to seeing the pictures when I'm done," Vinnie said to
Master, not even bothering to look at me or address me.  "A trio of
cock-sucking faggots.  It'll be beautiful and I can use the photos in my
private catalog."

"Have fun Vinnie," Master smirked and sat in a chair.

Vinnie removed the clear plastic cage on my dick and then took a circular
band about and inch-and-a-half in diameter from the cart.  He took hold of
my ball sac and pushed one ball through the ring.  Then he pushed my other
ball through.  Obviously, there was less room for the second gonad, so it
was a little more difficult and for me, more painful.  But obviously,
Vinnie wasn't concerned about anything but getting the job done.  I gritted
my teeth, but couldn't stifle the groan and he squeezed my balls to get
both encircled by the ring.  Then he took a piece that looked something
like a yoke, arched at the top, but with curved flanges about 3/8" wide at
the ends.  There was a band across the bottom of the arch, joining the two
sides of the arch.  He pulled my dick through the portal.  The yoke fit
perfectly against the ball ring.  Next, he took a small electric rivet gun
and riveted the flanges of the yoke into the ball ring. fastening the two
together.  He tested the fit, ensuring that it wouldn't slip off.

My dick was now framed by the curve of the yoke above it, which was held in
place by the band around my balls.  I was beginning to understand, but I
hadn't seen the rest of the cage yet to get the full impact of what Master
was doing to me.  Vinnie picked up a cage that consisted of two arches
fastened to a bracket at the top.  There were cross-bars joining the sides
of each arch.  He placed this over my balls, making sure they were
well-inside of the cage.  Then he riveted the cage to the cross-bar of the
yoke through which he'd pulled my penis.

"There," he said.  "Next bit."

He took a metal half-ring, pulled my penis down and placed the half-ring
over it so that it circled my dick just above the corona.  This he fastened
to the cross-bar in front of my balls, pinning down my penis.

"Say goodbye to your dick faggot.  At least as far as being able to use it
for your own pleasure is concerned," Master smirked, clearly enjoying the
process.

Vinnie picked up the front of the cage, which he fit over my dick.  It was
rather like a jock cup, but with heavy gauge wires rather than plastic.  He
riveted this to the top of the yoke with four rivets, and lastly, riveted
it to the bottom cage.  I was now permanently caged, just like Wayne.

"Next," Vinnie said, moving his equipment in front of Steve.

By this time, Steve was standing again, and trying to move around, but the
scopalamine was apparently working and Steve offered no resistance as
Vinnie installed a permanent cage on him.

"Good," said Master.  "Looks nice Vinnie.  Let's get to the next step.

"You got it, Vinnie said.

He went to his second bag and pulled out a tool that looked like a small
electric drill, but with a needle in place of a drill bit.  He plugged it
in and placed a bottle of ink and some stencils on the cart, which he
placed in front of me.  Oh no!  I knew what was coming next.

Vinnie held an arched stencil against my pubes.  He took the ink, dipped a
brush in and painted over the stencil.  When he'd finished, he took the
stencil away; I looked down and saw, painted on my pubes in an arc above my
caged dick "faggot slave".  Vinnie took another stencil and painted above
my left nipple.  I couldn't see what it was because of the angle, but
Master filled us in.

"In case you're wondering faggot, it's your slave number.  I've chosen your
date of birth, because it's pretty unique."

Oh god!  Master was really turning us into slaves, branding us forever.
"faggot slave" was to be tattooed on us for the rest of our lives.  He was
turning us into property; into cattle.  Vinnie began to tattoo me, starting
with my pubes.  The pain was intense and I struggled not to squirm.  As
painful as it was, I didn't need him missing the ink because I'd moved.  I
gritted my teeth and tried to think of a quiet stream or something, to take
my mind off of what was being done to me, but the needle kept bringing my
attention back to my body.  Once he'd finished tattooing my pubes, he used
the needle on the ink above my chest.  Once again, I gritted my teeth and
tried to stay still.  I glanced over at Wayne and Steve.  Wayne was staring
at me, his mouth wide open in shock.  Steve kept his head down, still too
humiliated to think about what was happening to him.

Vinnie finished with me and moved to Wayne, who hung his head in shame.
Like me, "faggot slave" was inked and then tattooed in an arc on his pubes
and then his date of birth on his left pec, above his tit.  Last was Steve.
Vinnie completed his work and began to put his tattooing equipment away.

"Piercing?" Vinnie asked.

"No, not yet.  I want to grow their tits first, then we'll pierce them.
Harder to expand 'em with rings in 'em," Master replied.  "Let's get 'em
pumped now."

Master and Aiden coated our nipples with cream and then applied the clear
cups.  Wayne's were a size larger than mine and mine were a size larger
than Steve's.  I wasn't sure what the maximum size was, but I'd remembered
seeing some photos of guys with really big nipples, like finger joints, in
the slide show.  I figured Master was aiming at that for us.  The idea was
humiliating.  We'd have nipples like fingers sticking out from our chests.
But then again, we would never be going out onto the street again, so what
difference did it make?

When they'd finished applying the cups to our tits, Master ordered us up on
the table as we had been before: on hands and knees, asses raised, heads
down.  I heard the "splat" sound of something squirting out of a container
and then felt either Master's or Aiden's hand on my hole, applying
lubricant.  Then, in a few seconds, I felt a cold object being pressed
against my pucker.

"Bear down asshole," Master ordered, one hand on my back.

Groaning, I did as commanded and soon felt the cold object stretching my
ring and pushing inside me.

"Uuunnnnhhhhh aahhhhh!

"Clench!"

Again, I did as ordered and felt the base of the metal plug slap up against
my crinkled flesh.  Plugged again.  I was beginning to miss it when it
wasn't there and felt comfort at it's weight inside me.  I guess I was
becomming a faggot cocksucker.  There was no denying the thrill that spread
from my pelvis as the weight settled inside my gut.  Steve, however, was
whimpering and groaning.  He'd never been plugged, so this new humiliation
was both painful and degrading.  But his gasps also betrayed a sense of
pleasure at having this weight resting on his prostate and at the
humiliation.

"We'll let them take a breather," Master said.  "I need to pay Vinnie and
let him tend to the rest of his business.  And I do appreciate it Vin."

"Always a pleasure sir.  Glad to be of service."

Master escorted Vinnie from the room.  When he returned a few minutes
later, he ordered us off of the table and across the room to the wall where
the strange raised stand stood.  Master patted the stand.

"Climb up #1," he ordered.

Wayne stood and mounted the stand.  Then I understood it's purpose.  He lay
down on the top pad, resting his chest and belly on it.  He knelt on the
side pads, leaving his ass exposed.  Master clipped his cuffs to one end of
the bench and his shackles to the other, making it impossible for him to
get off.  Then Master hooked a wide leather strap to one side, threw it
across Wayne's back and hooked it to the other side.  He wasn't going
anywhere.  Steve and I were chained to the bench by our shackles and locks
were put in place, just in case we had some thought of pulling a fast one
and trying to overcome Master and Aiden.

"Sleep tight fags.  We'll be back later."

The lights went out, the door closed and we were left in darkness.

To be continued.