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This story is fiction...........I think.
As the story continues we'll be dropping in on several scenes at a time so I'm providing a list of 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.
115 (Matt Forest): 23 yo, 6'2", 195, 9" uncut, Anglo, athletic build, blond hair and blue eyes, straight, single unattached guy getting his life started. (Wearing ball weights)
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.
99: 22 yo, 5'8", 175, 6" cut, Anglo, muscular, dark hair and blue eyes, straight, captive for 6 months.
101: 21 yo, 6'4", 225, 12" uncut, Black, heavily musceled, black hair and brown eyes, straight, captive 5 1/2 months.
103: 23 yo, 6'2", 195, 8" uncut, Latino, tall slender and well defined, black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive just over
5 months.
104: 22 yo, 6'2", 190, 7" cut, Anglo, swimmer's build, brown hair and eyes, gay, captive just under 5 months.
105: 24 yo, 5'8", 165, 6" cut, Iranian, slighter build but very well defined, black hair and eyes, straight, captive 4 1/2
months. (Wearing ball weights)
107: 19 yo, 5'9", 165, 8" uncut, Latino (Captured illegal), athletic build, brown hair and eyes, straight, captive 3 1/2
months. (Wearing ball weights)
109: 23 yo, 6'1", 190, 10" uncut, Black (Ebony), slightly muscular and well defined, straight, captive just over 2 months.
112: 21 yo, 6', 180, 9" cut, Anglo (darkly handsome features), athletic build and well defined with attractive body hair, straight, captive about 6 weeks.
113: 24 yo, 6', 190, 5" cut, Asian, slender but muscular build, black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive almost 1 month. (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?, newest captive.
XX (Holt): 28 yo, 6'2", 200, 7.5" uncut, Anglo, muscular, blond hair and blue eyse, straight, former Boss, now slave.
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.
Sex Toy Enslavement Ch. 11
Part 1
104 was slow to come out of the anesthesia, that wasn't the Doctor's strong point, but since he hadn't lost anybody yet, he still felt competent doing it all. All he really required was one good surgical nurse, and he'd found one in the Houston area that was into serious BDSM, and seemed to always be in need of some extra cash, so he was usually available. As 104 slowly came out of it he began to see some of his surroundings. He was still in a room that was like a clinic. He'd been in that room once before shortly after his capture. The Doctor had given him an examination there, and when they'd brought him in earlier that day, he was hoping it might be something like that again. Then the Doctor told Murphy and Martin to strap her down on the table. They'd been quick about it, and soon he was immobile on what seemed like an operating table. He tried seeing if he could still move at all, but it was no use, there was even a strap across his forehead so he couldn't move his head.........they could do whatever they wanted.........as always.
"I haven't congratulated you yet on being selected by one of our Buyers," the Doctor said to him as he walked over to the table. "You brought a very nice price, but there are still a few cosmetic details the Buyer wants taken care of." As he said that he was looking at and seemingly examining 104's eyes and nose. What in the world could he want done to my eyes or nose, 104 thought to himself, this is crazy, but since he wasn't allowed to speak, there was nothing he could say.
"You'll be under for awhile, and when you wake up, you'll be a little sore in places. Don't worry about any of that, it's completely normal with this type of surgery. Nurse!" the Doctor said, as the nurse placed a gas mask of some sort over 104's nose and mouth. "Don't bother counting," he said, "its a ridiculous process........I'll know when you're under."
And that was pretty much the last thing 104 remembered until just now. He felt soreness all across his chest, he tried to move, but he was still restrained. He soon discovered he couldn't move at all, just as before the operation. He was trying to feel anything about his face, he was terrified the Doctor had done something to his face, but he just felt numb, and for all he knew that could still be the anesthesia. He was still so.............so...............and he was out again.
A little later 104 was rousing again, a little more alert this time. The Doctor was there checking an IV bag, "I see you're coming out of it now slave. Everything went well. I want you to rest for the remainder of the day, and you'll be in bed for most of tomorrow as well, but after that you'll be able to get about a little. Within eight to ten days you should be mostly back to normal and we'll remove stitches a few days after that."
Stitches, 104 thought to himself terrified, then he began trying to feel his penis.......his balls, but have you ever tried to feel your cock and balls when you're lying flat on your back and can't move. Had they castrated him...........oh God........had they cut his balls off, was that why they kept calling him a girl? Tears started coming out the corners of his eyes, he wanted desperately to ask the Doctor, but he knew he couldn't, but he couldn't lie here and stay quiet........what had they done to him?
"Please, Master, may I ask..........what was done to me..........please," he whispered.......begging?
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK WITHOUT PERMISSION!!" the Doctor roared at him. "After months of training you would dare to be so disrespectful of your Master! What was DONE to you, you disgusting piece of SHIT?! You have no person that can have something DONE TO IT, he continued to shout. Your future Master's wishes were carried out.......it had nothing to do with you, and is nothing that requires you being informed..........YOU'RE A SLAVE AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET THAT..........DO YOU HEAR ME?!!"
"Yes Master, I'm sorry Master," 104 cried desperately. He'd been a fool to speak. He knew no more than he did a moment ago, and he had infuriated his Master, and he would pay for that.......he would pay, he knew as he continued to weep, but was careful not to speak again. He continued to be sore, but he decided he would know soon enough what had been done to him........again, what could he do about it now.........it was done.
"While you're in bed tomorrow, I'm going to have one of the Bosses come in and continue your electrolysis, assuming of course that's alright with you..........maybe I should clear all your appoints with you in the future," the Doctor continued to rage.
104 knew better than to say anything at this point. A slave was never more at risk than when his Master was raging. A Master that otherwise might never do certain things, was capable of doing anything, in a rage. 104 prayed that the Doctor would leave soon. He would rather be here alone, with no one watching over him, than to be in the room with the Doctor while he was angry.
"Maybe you're worried that I didn't leave anything between your legs.......is that it slave? Well let's see, shall we," and with that the Doctor reached down and grabbed 104's balls and began to crush them in his hand. 104 thought he felt bad a moment ago, it was nothing to the crushing pain emanating from his groin. He cried in pain, not wanting to anger the Doctor any further. "Let's see, are both of them here," the Doctor asked, as he proceeded to count them out one by one, crushing each one between his fingers as he did so. "Let me assure you, you cocksucking piece of shit, if your new Master wanted them gone, they would be gone, and you would thank me for it if I told you to..........DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SLAVE?"
"Yes, Master, yes, I'm so sorry, I was so wrong Master, please forgive me for offending you so, please Master," 104 gasped as the vice on his balls held firm.
"But as it is, so far all your new Master asked for were these," and with that, the Doctor raised a mirror above 104 so that he could see his chest......NO.......HIS.......BREASTS!!! HE HAD BREASTS...........bruised and swollen from the surgery, but there they were.......breasts.
"They may not look like much right now, but I can assure you, Mr. X will love them when the swelling goes down. I think they're large enough, but these can be added to if he chooses," the Doctor continued in a friendly, clinical voice, which changed suddenly as he put his face in front of 104's and growled, "and if he wants them larger, cunt face, you will be the last person consulted..........DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!!"
104 could hardly speak, he was in a complete state of shock, never in his life had he seen anything like it. He was a man with breasts, permanently disfigured, at another man's whim, but he could see that the Doctor could still do a lot of damage, so he struggled to say, "Yes Master, this slave understands." That was all he could get out before the sobs overcame him.........what was he now.........what...........
"You miserable piece of shit.........dare to question me.......TO DARE!!!" the Doctor continued to mutter as he left, knowing he needed to get out or he might do damage to a slave that had been sold. Not something he would ever do, so he just left the room to cool off. However, as he was leaving the clinic he passed Samuels and told him he wanted him to spend some quality time with 104 in the clinic.
"I want to be clear," he said to Samuels, "I don't want his chest area touched, what I want is for you to work one specific area for about two hours. I want him to regret, really regret, that he still has balls. I don't want any permanent damage done, because so far the buyer hasn't decided about castration, and you're free to mention that, but I want him to suffer. Am I making myself clear?"
"Crystal clear, Sir," Samuels responded, he could see the Doc was mad, and 104 was going to pay for that. "No permanent damage, don't touch the surgical area, make him sorry we haven't relieved him of the family jewels yet, got it all Sir. You'll be glad to trusted me with this Sir."
"I'm glad already, if I'd stayed there any longer I might have lost perspective, and that's simply too costly, but if I walk past this door during the next two hours, I want to hear screams coming from the other side. Get to work Samuels."
And that was why 104 didn't have any time to stress out until much later about the surgery. He was really occupied with Samuels for the next two hours, and in more pain than he thought a human being could bear. He screamed until he was hoarse, and then he screamed a good deal more. For two hours, anyone passing that door knew someone was in great suffering on the other side. After the two hours, the residual pain was so intense that 104 was in and out of consciousness. When he finally fell asleep again it was from sheer exhaustion, but he hadn't thought about the breasts since the Doctor had left. The next day however, was another matter.
Part 2
The Doctor realized that his earlier response to 104's impudence was an over reaction. Not that 104 didn't deserve the punishment he received, and might still get more. The Doctor would not have a disobedient slave leave his compound for the estate of a buyer, he wouldn't risk a reputation he had spent years building of providing beautiful, excellent quality slaves, ready to serve their Master's desires. 104 should never have questioned what was happening to him, he had been here long enough to absorb the reality of his status. That a Master might desire to change aspects of a slave was not an unexpected reality, but that a slave would question what was being done to him, was.
However, the Doctor now realized that he was close to killing 104, and that would have been a staggeringly costly mistake in so many ways. All that time and training, wasted, a satisfied Buyer now denied the object of his desire, no, that was completely unacceptable. He needed a break, he needed to relax and enjoy himself a bit, and he had taken steps to accomplish that as soon as he got back to his quarters.
As he stepped out of his elegant shower he began to towel the water off with a thick warm towel. One thing the Doctor had been sure to do was to appoint his rooms with all the luxury he knew he deserved and desired. Radar, his personal slave, was there to take care of anything he needed. He'd grown fond of having Radar around, which was good since he'd had him for over ten years. He had been one of the bois Watts had found, but the Doctor had found him particularly attractive. We never fully understand what draws us to someone, but he had felt that draw to this boi. He decided that he wanted to possess him, and so, he simply took him as his own.
Radar was 20 at the time, a very nice looking, well proportioned young man of mostly Irish decent. He'd struggled with his slavery at first, as so many do, but as he began to realize that "resistance was futile," as they used to say in the "Star War" movies of his youth, he found his life was more and more determined for him by his Master. Since the Doctor found body hair to be erotic, Radar had kept most of the hair on his chest and his legs and arms. However, so that he would also learn his "place," his groin and ass were kept shaved bare for the pleasure of his Master.
He was named by the Doctor after a character in a favorite TV series........"MASH." The young corporal who took care of everything about the camp was named, Radar, and since this slave would take care of everything about his personal space in the compound, the name seemed to fit. Radar had been trained in massage, cooking, and other areas that would help him better serve the Doctor's needs. Radar had learned over the years to be submissive, pliable, obedient.......in short, all the things the Doctor looked for in a good relationship. The only difficult part was when the Doctor realized that there would be one special requirement for his personal slave. He would have to be mute, not simply not to speak, but rather unable to speak. The Doctor wanted to eliminate the easiest and quickest way for Radar to exchange information with anyone else......it was as simple as that.
That's one of the reasons he exploded with 104 earlier, the idea of a slave questioning what was done to him. If a slave needed to be modified in some way to better please his Master, then that was simply that. He had done the surgery himself on Radar, severing his vocal cords. Radar hadn't said a word in over ten years, because that was the way the Doctor wanted it. Yet look at him, a strapping slave, capable of pleasing any man. The Doctor realized that Radar was actually more valuable now as a slave, because of his training and his years of slavery than he had been when Watts found him playing guitar and singing in that tavern. What a waste of a life that would have been, the Doctor thought.
But then his thoughts moved to his next pleasure as Radar helped him into a plush robe. "I'll want dinner an hour later than usual. I'm going to enjoy myself with a couple of slaves before I eat." All he heard in response was a clucking sound Radar made with his tongue, one cluck, "yes Master," two clucks, "no Master." The system had worked very well for them for these many years. "And I'll want you available while I work them over, I may throw you into the mix as well.......understand boi?"
"Cluck"
"Now make me a drink, I want to relax a few minutes when these slaves get here."
"Cluck"
As the Doctor sat comfortably in one of the leather chairs in his living room, Murphy rang the buzzer. Radar answered the door, bowing slightly to Murphy then holding the door open as he brought the two slaves in. 115 and 116 were terrified, they couldn't understand why they were being brought here, but doubted it could be a good thing for them. They each had wrist/thigh restraints, so they were secure for whatever the Doctor was interested in doing. 115 was a little more aware of his environment that 116, who was about to jump out of his skin. He'd been enslaved just over a week and each day had proven worse than the one before.
115 noticed the other slave (Radar), whom he had never seen before. He couldn't help but notice what a beautiful man he was, even with the little extras, the gold loops piercing his ear lobes, the gold nipple rings, the gold navel ring, and the gold ring that pierced his cock head going through his piss slit. While it was all tasteful, 115 still hoped none of it ever happened to him. He was still anxious about 104, and wondered if that was what might be happening to him.
Murphy led the slaves into the room and had them kneel in Presentation Mode in front of the Doctor. "Thank you Mr. Murphy for bringing them. I'll ring when I'm done, though that might not be till morning. Will that be a problem for you?"
"Not at all Doctor, just let us know when you're ready and we'll pick'em up whenever it pleases you," Murphy responded, and then turned and left.
115 and 116 were nervous, but they both knew enough to keep their eyes on the floor and simply wait. The Doctor thought he'd let their anticipation build a little while he enjoyed his drink and relaxed in his chair. It had been a hard few days, and he needed this, but it wasn't entirely relaxation. He wanted to see how 115 was coming along, and he wanted to know more about 116 and the submissive nature he suspected he had. He noticed that each of them had a full erection, so Murphy must have given them the meds. Good, he wanted to use that against them.
After about fifteen minutes of nervous waiting, the Doctor broke the silence, "116 on the floor on your back, NOW!" 116 was a little confused as to exactly what that meant, he understood the words, but where did this guy want him on his back, right in front of him, on the rug, and was he allowed to ask for clarification. He hesitated, which was a mistake, Radar slapped him across the face and pushed him to the floor in front of the Doctor, then stepped back.
"I'm not sure what about that simple statement confused you slave," the Doctor said to 116, but I can assure you that if you dawdle again in response to one of my commands, Radar won't be so gentle. Isn't that right, Radar?" And 115 looked over a bit at Radar when all he heard in response was a, "Cluck."
"115, straddle your brother, put your dick in his mouth, take his in yours, and ya'll suck each other. I want you to each shoot in each other's mouth, but you are to hold the cum in your mouth, you are not to swallow."
115 quickly moved in response the the Doctor's command, not wanting to be slapped or worse, by either the Doctor or Radar. It was a bit awkward getting into position with his hands restrained, and it was going to be like doing a lot of crunches as he bent over at the waist bringing his torso almost horizontal with the floor and taking 116 into his mouth. He was going to have to move up and down and bring this guy to climax, but he wouldn't be able to hold himself up with his hands.......just his abs. He hoped he could do this. He didn't want to not do something the Doctor had told him to do........he really didn't want that.
116 also had to use his abs a lot to get his head up and down on 115's cock. At any rate, within about fifteen minutes both slaves were beginning to sweat and groan, not simply from being aroused, but from the exertion of getting their mouth around their fellow slave's engorged cock. Both were still relatively new to cock sucking, but each knew they didn't want disappoint the man watching them while sipping his drink.
"Make sure you occassionally dig your tongues into the piss slit of the dick your sucking slaves. It feels good to the man your giving pleasure to, and it's a reminder that you are not afraid of his piss and that he may piss on or in you whenever he wishes," the Doctor said as he sought to improve their technique. "Also, you want to regularly deep throat the dick, nothing feels quite as good as your dick in the confines of a moist willing throat," he added.
So both 115 and 116 began to deep throat each other, gagging in the process and causing themselves to choke a little and their eyes to begin watering. Of course, they also felt the pleasure of having their own cocks deep throated, and realized the feeling was awsome. Neither had experienced it before and they realized the pleasure it gave.
What was surprising 116 was his reaction to 115's reaction. As 115 moaned with pleasure as his cock slipped into 116's slick tight throat, 116 felt this urge to want to please him more. It was like he realized for the first time that he could give a man real pleasure, and was excited by the prospect.........but why? Where was that coming from? This guy had is cock in his mouth, why would that be stimulating him so? He continued to struggle with these new feelings, even as he sought to give more pleasure to 115.
Of course, to a trained eye, like the Doctor's, none of this was lost. He could see the struggle in 116 as his body tensed in confusion. It was a remarkable thing to watch a submissive struggle during the discovery of his nature. He had only had the privilege a couple of times. It was beautiful.
As each slave felt his cock pleasured by the other, and once they started deep throating each other, it didn't take too long before they were both getting close to shooting their loads.
The Doctor told them he wanted them to shoot their loads into each other's mouths, not down their throats. "Don't swallow any of it. I want you each to savour the taste of each other. Hold ever bit of it in your fucking mouths," he ordered, and he'd barely finished giving that order when 115 pulled his dick out a bit so that his head was just inside 116's mouth and began shooting his heavy load of cum. He moaned and groaned, but had to keep sucking 116, who in turn, hearing the pleasure 115 was receiving, went over the edge himself and almost squealed as his cock shot load after load of his jism into 115's mouth. It took only about a minute for both slaves to unload in each other's mouth, and 115 sagged a bit onto 116 in exhaustion. Both held the other's dick in their mouth because they had not been given permission to remove it.
The Doctor enjoyed the picture of two beautiful men, both straight, sweat dripping off of them, from doing something that a month ago neither one would have dreamed they would ever do, and now, waiting patiently with a dick in their mouths, for his next pleasure. He could feel the tension draining from his body as he enjoyed the feeling of power that he truly loved. The submission of these slaves was what always turned him on. The Doctor was a true dominant, and submission almost always affected dominants in that way. To see one's control, physically lived out in the life of another person..........that was domination!
He sat for a moment and allowed himself to enjoy the feeling as the effects continued to relax him. The fact that both 115 and 116 were feeling humiliation as they lay naked on a floor, their mouths filled with another man's cum, and another man's cock, waiting to do whatever else a perverted mind could conceive for them to do..........only added to the pleasure.
"Both of you, on your knees, foreheads on the floor, facing me, NOW!"
Moving around is much more difficult without the use of your arms, a lot of people don't realize that, but these slaves did as they struggled to their knees, crawled to be in place, then painfully lowered their foreheads to the floor, again straining their abs so as not to knock themselves out on contact. They were both glad their ball weights had been removed before being brought to the Doctor. It would have been even worse pulling those weights along the floor by their balls. This was the first time since the Buyers came that 115 had been without it, but 116 had only had his a few days. The first night 116 had been in his cell, 113 was placed with him, and he explained the purpose of the ball weights as both of theirs hung off the edge of the platform they were lying on.
"Radar, while we let our guests rest for a moment, why don't you practice your skills at turning an ass red," the Doctor said, and then watched him cluck and run for a paddle. As Radar return he set about methodically beating each slave's ass. Within a few minutes both were crying while struggleing to keep from losing any of each other's cum in their mouths. They squealed and groaned and begged in their own way for the beating to stop, but Radar was constant in the abuse ordered by the Doctor.
Finally the Doctor said, "That will do for now Radar," and Radar stopped immediately, clucked and bowed to his Master, then resumed his position to the side.
"Face each other," barked the Doctor, and the slaves struggled to get into the required position. As they knelt there facing each other, each could see the fear on the other's face. Both were still hard, and they were close enough that their cocks were touching.
"Get right next to each other you dumb shits, it's obvious you enjoy each other and are excited by each other's bodies, look at your fucking cocks with raging hardons, both of you are obviously little faggots that love cock" the Doctor growled, and they moved in till they were pressing against each other. "Now, I want you to French kiss each other, and not lose a drop of your precious cargo," he chuckled.
Both of them were disgusted and humiliated at what they had to do, but both knew there were no options. They pressed their mouths together, each carefully opening his, but pressing their lips together securely enough that nothing would escape. Then they started tongueing each other and tasting the cum in the other's mouth.
"I want you to trade the cum slaves, all of it in one mouth, then the other, swap it back and forth, and you'd better be careful not to drop any, you really don't want me to get upset right now."
That was the truth, and both slaves knew it. 115 started pushing 116 over a bit so that the cum in his mouth slowly oozed into 116's. Once it was all there, they reversed the process, and 116 pushed 115 over a bit and let the cum ooze back into his mouth. 116 struggled not to gag, it wasn't just the humiliation, it was the sensation of the cum oozing, and knowing what it was, and that it was in his mouth, then the other guy's, then his again...........it was terrible........horrible.........how could anyone do this to another person. But he had to stay focused because if he lost concentration, and lost some of this crap in his mouth, his world would get even worse.
The Doctor thought the other show had been entertaining, this was trememdous. He knew both these slaves were still new enough to have all kinds of feelings about bodily fluids like cum. The idea to them of what they were doing, was actually as bad or worse than the act itself..........he could see it on their faces as they grimaced while the slimy substance slowly moved from one mouth to the next. Added to the saliva that they were accumulating, it was becoming a real mess, and that mess was entirely in their mouths.
Besides the grimaces, the Doctor could see the fear that motivated them, fear of being beaten, fear of being tortured. That was how it worked. Beat a slave some, torture a slave some, and soon the slave will realize that humiliation and obedience is a preferred option. They both hated what they were doing, and it was humiliating, that was, afterall, the point of this evening, but what they feared right now, what motivated them to accept this humiliation, was their fear of physical pain. They had both experienced enough of that, and knew that no one in authority over them in this place would hesitate to use that tool for obedience, that they submitted, did what they were told, eventhough it disgusted them. That was the purpose of this evenings lesson, to begin to realize that humiliation was less painful that torture, and so, in a world where one tried to avoid pain if possible, was preferable. 115 and 116 were learning that now as they continued this grotesque dance for his pleasure.
What the slaves hadn't figured out yet was the obvious. That any man who had the power to humiliate you in such a way, owned you. They had eached experienced it before, but in much more subtle ways, a boss on a job having you redo something, when it didn't really need to be redone, just because he could, or a teacher having you go to the black board and write sentences over and over again, when you had already learned your lesson, but they had that power over you. The fact is that most people know what it's like to be humilitated, they just make excuses for it because there's really nothing they can do about it, and they don't want to face the truth of it.
But there was nothing preventing these slaves from seeing the ugly brutal truth that most people live with, but deny. Others often have the ability to humiliate us, they have power over us, and often misuse that power. Their life here as slaves was, in fact, more honest than much of their life had been in the worlds they had known. Here people had power over them and it wasn't subtle, it was obvious, it was brutal, it was humiliating. The more humiliation these slaves experienced, the deeper that lesson sank in, the more they understood that they were slaves, that their only task was to obey, and to please their Masters in anyway they could.
The Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell, "Murphy, you can pick these slaves up in the morning at 6, Radar will have them ready for you." With that, the Doctor decided this lesson would go on longer........all night in fact. "I'm ready for my dinner now, Radar, you may serve." Radar clucked once and jumped into action. He could dish out punishment without a great deal of emotion, partly because as the Doctor's personal slave, he had been punished often, quite often. He'd learned that obedience, immediate and complete, was the safest option. The Doctor's dinner would be on the table in less than fifteen minutes, and it would be excellent, or Radar would suffer.
"I can see that ya'll are busy, so I'll leave you to your lovemaking. If you stop or slow down.......you'll regret it," the Doctor said as he got up and walked through a wide arch into the adjoining dining room. The slaves were still quite visable, as was the Doctor to them as he leisurely ate his delightful dinner, while they dined on each other's cum.
Finally, after almost forty-five minutes of trading cum, the Doctor and Radar approached the two slaves again. "That's enough you two faggots, you don't seem to be able to get enough of each other, but you can get back to that in a moment. On your haunches piss slaves."
They knew what that meant, and each of them held the cum in their mouths then got into position. "I hope you two appreciate the fact that we're not going to make you sleep with all that cum in your mouths. In fact, we're going to help you out by washing it down for you, and with that, the Doctor began to piss into 116's mouth and Radar began to piss into 115's. They both had heavy streams of piss that flooded the slaves mouths, even as they gasped to swallow and gulp all of it. They each knew that when a man pisses, he expects a slave to take it all, and they worked desperately to do just that.
"Radar, bed these two slaves down on a blanket at the foot of my bed," said the Doctor, then to the slaves, "you will sleep with each others cock in your mouth. It is not to come out during the night. If either of you has to piss, the other one takes it. Understand?"
"Yes Master," each slave responded, and then crawled after Radar as no one had given them permission to rise. He led them into a magnificent room, he threw a blanket on the floor at the foot of a huge bed and pointed to it. They got into position and each took the other's cock in his mouth. It was going to be an awkward way to sleep, but they would help each other as much as possible. Then Radar did the most unusual thing before he withdrew from the room. He knelt down over the slaves, then bent over and kissed each of them gently on the side of their face. 115 heard 116 begin to cry softly, but he couldn't speak any words of comfort without taking the dick out of his mouth, and that, he would not do.
116 lay there and thought about what was happening to him, not simply the capture and all the crap these bastards were doing to him. No, he was thinking about what was happening inside him when they did these disgusting terrible things. Why did he feel the way he did, why was he repulsed and attracted at the same time? What was happening to him? He wanted out of this place, not simply because it was horrible, but because he could feel himself being drawn to this place, and if he didn't get away soon, he might not ever be able to. That's why he was crying right now........WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON IN HIM??
A little while later, both slaves heard Radar run to the bed and wait for his Master there. When the Doctor came to bed they heard him slap his slave several times then take him sexually. They couldn't see anything, only hear, and that was more than they wanted.
Part 3
The next day the Doctor is finishing a satisfying piss into 113's mouth. "You are a natural for this slave. You'll never convince me you haven't been doing this for years," he said jovially, as 113 finished choking down his piss load. About that time Trainer came in, "You wanted to see me, Sir," he asked as the Doctor looked at 113, obviously waiting for and not receiving something from this piss slave who was catching his breath after taking a load of hot piss.
"Yes, I did. By the way I want you to schedule in a good session for 113 in The Room. He just took my piss, but failed to lick the last drop from the head, kiss my cock and thank it. That's just plain sloppy work on his part, and we can't have that."
113 felt his spirits crash as he was being discussed as if he weren't even there, and he was furious with himself for not pleasing the Doctor. A session with Trainer, God, that was the last thing in the world he wanted.
"I'll be glad to Sir, and I can tell you this, it will be a particularly bad session," he said as he stared hard at 113, "because I'm really busy right now, and to have to stop other work to correct a slave for such a stupid mistake simply infuriates me."
"I can understand that Trainer, and I sympathize with you, but we have to nip these things in the bud. Besides, it's probably time to get him to the next level anyway. Why don't you see what you think as you punish him."
"I will Sir," Trainer said as he angrily pointed to the door for 113 to crawl out through, thinking to himself, you'll be sorry when I'm finished with you, you little shit.
"I know it's been difficult for you with Dos, is it going to be too much, or are you comfortable continuing?"
Trainer actually felt himself relax a bit because of the friendly nature of the gesture the Doctor was making. "It will be alright Sir, and you're right, we can't let up on the other slaves. It's all too important. I am going to move rapidly to hire another Boss to replace XX. That will get us back up to full strength and help out a lot."
"I agree, in fact, I should have encouraged you already in that direction. Your thinking is right on, especially since I've been contacted by another Buyer. He'd like to come in next week and look at the stock. Do you think we could be ready?"
Trainer brightened immediately, "I can assure you we'll be ready Sir. We always have time to entertain our Customers," he said with enthusiasm as he was delighted to think that the year was really picking up. Three buyers in less than three weeks, that was a good sign.
"I like your spirit, Trainer," the Doctor responded appreciatively, but lately, when I've spoken to our Buyers, I've started wondering if the circus was in town."
Trainer chuckled a little as he asked, "Why's that Sir?"
"Well after X basically wanted a she/he, not our specialty, but we can and are handling it, then Y comes in and wants one of our Bosses and a slave that hates that Boss, I've decided that sometimes life actually does become stranger than fiction. This is a new buyer, recommended by one of our trusted Customers, and while I always look forward to enlarging our customer base, this is another unusual request. He's interested in a slave with K-9 adaptability."
Trainer chuckled a little as he joked with the Doctor, "well then Sir its a good thing you have that strict policy of yours concerning what happens when a Customer buys a slave."
"What policy is that," the Doctor asked in a more light hearted mood?
"Why Sir, the policy that once a Customer buys a slave, he can do any damn thing he wants with it," Trainer laughed, and was soon joined by the Doctor.
"Thank you for that bit of perspective," he chuckled.
"It's been awhile since we've done that training Sir, but it's not a problem, really. We can handle it with a little additional work. Do we know how extreme he means Sir?"
"Well, he's bringing one of his prize black Labs with him, seems nothing's too good for these dogs, and he has the money to give them anthing. So I think we'll know pretty quickly how far he intends this to go. When he described the physical type he was interested in, I found myself thinking about 99, but I'm also curious how he would respond to 101 and 103. He seems drawn to dark hair, and that would give him dark hair on a white, brown and black slave. It would also take out some of our older stock."
"So what I want you to do is make sure those three slaves don't take a bath that day, or the day before. I want them ripe with smells that a dog would be interested in. I even have a little something special I'll want you to wipe in their ass cracks before our guests arrive. If a dog is going to help him make his selection, then I'm going to help the dog," he laughed.
Trainer also continued to laugh as he headed for the door, realizing that they had covered what the Doctor needed to go over. "Don't worry about a thing, Doctor, everything will be just as you want it Sir."
"Thanks Trainer, I knew I could count on your professionalism. Would you let Watts in on your way out?"
As Watts came in, the Doctor noticed he seemed unusually pleased with himself. "Okay Watts, I'm in the mood for some good news. Can you accomodate me?"
"Sir," Watts said as he began to really smile, "I think I can do better than that, I think I can blow you away. As you know we've been talking about me running through the areas of illegal workers, to see if I could find something that might be interesting for us. It usually takes a lot less time and involvment to grab an illegal because they're under everybody's radar. Most of the time their families don't know where they are, their fellow workers aren't the same from day to day, and they move around so much that if someone disappears, there's really no one to ask questions."
"So, I went through some of my usual areas, and I spotted this one kid, probably 18 or 19. He stood out because he had his shirt off. I think he was showing off a little, and believe me, he had every right to show off. The kid's body is beautiful Sir, broad muscular shoulders, well defined chest and abs, small waist, but it was when he turned to me that I saw his face. Sir, he's beautiful, I mean really drop dead gorgeous. He really had my attention, so as I drove by I nodded a little and pulled up on the side of the road. He came over to the passenger side where I'd lowered the window, put his arms against the door jam and leaned in a little. He's actually better looking up close Sir"
"I told him I was looking for someone for some work that might take several days. That way if he tells some of the others they'll be expecting him to be gone for a few days, and won't ask any questions. When he said that would be fine, he asked if there would be enough work for him and his brother because they preferred working together, and they could get it done faster that way. I was about to tell him that I wasn't really interested in his brother when he whistled to another kid about thirty feet away with his back to us. I couldn't really see much through the window other than his torso, but when he got to the car he bent down and looked into the window beside his brother."
Then Watts paused in his story, finally the Doctor looked at him a bit perturbed, "Yes, so his brother was there.....so?"
"Yes Sir, his TWIN brother was there. I thought I was seeing double Sir, identical twins.........and from what I could see I mean IDENTICAL," Watts said, smiling.
The Doctor just stared at him for a moment, then a big grin came on his face. "Twins," was all he said for a moment. Then he sat down and began to think.........TWINS........the possibilities just carried him for a moment, "and good looking you say Watts?"
"No Sir, I said BEAUTIFUL or GORGEOUS," he said laughing, "I'm not sure which, maybe both."
"Twins," the Doctor continued to muse. "How would you want to do the grab if there are two?"
"Well Sir, I've thought about it, and it might be a lot easier than you would first think. What I was thinking was I pick them up in my truck, bring them to the warehouse, have them actually move some boxes for a couple of hours, give you a chance to see them in person, and if you say okay, then reward them with a beer, a very special beer that will change their lives," he said, really proud of himself for his plan.
"Watts, it's brilliant. We only have one cell right now, but that might be exactly the way it should be, I want to give that some thought. Do you think you can find these guys again, you know how those people move around?"
"I invested $20 Sir. I told him that I would be ready for them day after tomorrow, and I was giving them $20 now to show up, and would pay them $150 per day, each, and that the work would probably take about five days. That's well above market for those guys and it's five days, Sir. I think those two will move heaven and earth to make sure they see me first, day after tomorrow and get the job. They'll be there Sir."
"Watts, if this goes as smoothly as you say, and if they're what you claim, I think you could look forward to a nice bonus in your check this month," the Doctor said smiling. He was genuinely in a good mood........."twins".........."mmmmmmmm."
Part 4
As Trainer came into the special training quarters of XX, he could hear some loud swats, that sounded like a paddle on an ass, and some loud screaming and crying. It sounded as if Williams had taken him seriously about improving his technique by using the slave. He saw XX crying profusely, and knew he would be begging for it to stop, except he still had the gag in his mouth. Trainer had put it there earlier in the day. As he got closer he watched how Williams was swinging and hitting the slave with the paddle.
"You know Williams, you've got good form, but let me show you something," Trainer said as he came up to the two. He could tell XX was furious, and hurting, the last thing he wanted was to be used in a demonstration, which was why that was exactly what was going to happen right now, thought Trainer.
"Your swing is good, with plenty of arc to it, but I want you to notice something," and then Trainer swatted XX three or four more times, each time was excruciating because Trainer was good enough that even when he was just demonstrating bad form, he was inflicting considerable pain. XX screamed through his gag and went up on his toes, trying to get his ass out of the way, but that wasn't going to happen.
"You see what I'm doing here, it's what you were doing.........you're stopping a little with your swing when you connect with the slave's ass. That really cuts down on the effectiveness of the paddle. This is like a golf swing, you want to follow through the ball, here you want to follow through the ass. Let me show you, and Trainer changed his position a little which allowed him to be able to swing and follow through with that swing. The effect was immediate. As the paddle came across his ass, XX actually gave a barely perceptible pause, like the child getting ready to scream his head off after hurting himself, then came the scream. It didn't even sound human, the volume went up perceptably, as did the pitch.
"You see the difference in the effect," he asked as he demonstrated a few more times, and each time causing XX to scream again, until the noise was actually beginning to hurt his ears a little. However, he knew it was hurting XX much more, so he could put up with the decibels. "Would you like to give it a try," he said, as if they were whacking at a post, absolutely no concern for the fact that XX was in a living Hell, which made his circumstances even worse.
"Yes Sir, I'd like to try it, I want to get good at this," Williams said as he stepped over and took the paddle from Trainer.
"Well Williams, practice makes perfect. You'll get the hang of it, just keep practicing every day, and in a few weeks you'll be as good as me at it. Just remember, swing like the ass isn't there.........follow through, that way when you make contact, you'll really make contact," he said as he laughed a little. Only XX wasn't laughing. His ass was on fire, he'd never felt such pain before. His face was red, his eyes were bloodshot from crying so hard, snot was flowing out of his nose, saliva was dripping from around the gag, and his vocal cords were raw from screaming. And then Williams stepped up to see if he'd learned anything from Trainer.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHH," XX screamed, at the higher pitch Trainer had successfully achieved, and again, and again.
"I think you're getting the swing of it, so to speak," Trainer again laughed. "Why don't you give it another ten or fifteen tries and see if you don't get the feel of it. Of course, I don't want you to wear your arm out, it could take several days rest if you strained it."
"No, there's no problem Sir, I feel fine, but thank you for your concern," he said as he swung his arm back again. XX was shaking his head no, and already screaming, knowing the pain that was about to be inflicted. Strain you arm, you goddamn son of a bitch, he thought, but then all thoughts except those around pain, disappeared.
After about twenty more swats, Williams decided he was done. XX's head was hanging forward from his shoulders, he was still conscious, but only barely. The pain was indescribable, but that was okay, because no one was interested in hearing it described. Trainer told Williams to take a break and come back in about two hours, he wanted some time alone with XX.
Once he was gone, Trainer went over to XX, lifted his head by his chin, and used some smelling saltz to bring him back. XX choked and coughed a bit, but soon was aware again, and since all he could feel was pain, that was pretty much all he was aware of.
As Trainer held his head up by his chin, he looked into XX's eyes. He removed the gag and asked, "Are you about to be convinced that this is real boi, that you are now a slave, and that nothing will ever change that? We can do this as long as it takes, but I'm just curious, are you beginning to figure it out?"
XX looked into Trainer's eyes, tears began flowing anew, then he spoke out of his agony, "but why me Sir, please, why me..........what did I do..........please..........don't let this happen to me..........please," he begged.
"You're asking stupid questions slave. What do you mean, 'why me?' There's no 'why me' here. A Buyer pointed at you and said, 'that's the one I want,' period..........that's the why........and that's all it took. You're asking questions like this is based on some cosmic idea of fairness............there's none of that shit here. It's simple, someone who can have pretty much anything he wants, decided he wanted you, end of story. You belong to him now, and the sooner you accept that, and stop asking these stupid questions, the sooner you'll begin to adjust to your new life."
"And so you'll begin to understand the reality of that life, I have a question for you. Pay attention, it's not a trick question, and I don't want to have to repeat myself. Ready? Here goes, 'exactly how long can Williams and I beat that ass of yours slave? MMMMMMM How long?"
Trainer asked the question as if he were asking for simple directions, then he just looked into XX's eyes. Pretty soon he saw it, realization.......as XX continued to weep. "Come on slave, answer my question, or we just might have to start up again real soon.............how long?"
Finally, utterly dejected, XX said very softly, "As long as you want, Sir."
"That's exactly right," Trainer responded enthusiastically, as if he were speaking to a child who had just answered an important question. "Okay now, that's good, we're off to a great start boi, now see if you can get this one, "How come we can beat your ass for as long as we want boi.........mmmmmmmmm..........how come?"
XX closed his eyes, as if doing so could remove him from the reality that was all around him, but that was not to be. He slowly opened them again, and Trainer could see the defeat that was beginning to emerge from them. "How come boi," he whispered.
"Because.........I'm........your.......slave," he softly choked out through tears.
"That's right slave," Trainer said softly, but with firmness in his voice as he gazed deeply into XX's eyes, "that's right Now you're beginning to understand, now your ready to begin your training. It's going to be hard on you slave, but I'll make you a good slave, and as such you'll bring your Master pleasure, which will make your life better. So in a round about way I'm making your life better boi, I want you to remember that."
Of course, Trainer didn't finish all of that statement becasue the rest of it was that in his case, his Master would receive pleasure by watching him suffer, but since that information wouldn't help in his training, Trainer saw no reason he should share it. What could XX do about it.........nothing. So why burden him with knowledge that would only disturb him and about which he could do nothing. Soon enough his future would become plain to him, and then he could deal with that reality.
"I have another little surprise for you slave, but it will take me a little while to get it ready, and I don't want you hanging around here doing nothing, so I brought this." Trainer held up a small tubular object with accordian sides and a long narrow nozzle on top. XX looked at it quizzically, knowing it was nothing good for him, but not understanding it function.
"I got the idea from a candy that is popular in Mexico, but this has my own personal formula in it. Children there put two fingers on either side of the nozzle across the top, like this, then their thumb on the bottom, like this. Then they push with their thumb, the sides collapse in on themselves and a sweet treat is projected out of the nozzle into their mouths. I've made a few modifications, but the basic principal is the same. Let me show you, and he pushed the bottom up while holding the nozzle between his fingers and a gooey substance shot into the air a little ways.
"Since I had no use for the candy, I changed the formula a little, I can't guarantee you'll like it, but I'm sure you'll notice the change. I found the original candy a little too sweet, so I came up with my own mixture of cayenne pepper and jalepeno juice. You be sure and tell me if you like it........okay," Trainer said as he moved up closer to XX, began stroking his cock making him hard, then lifted his penis up and inserted the long round narrow nozzle almost two inches into his piss slit.
XX's eyes got so big you had to wonder if they would explode as he yelled, NO.......NO.......PLEASE.........NO....... Don't do it please he continued to scream as Trainer simply smiled into his face, pressed his thumb hard on the bottom of the container and shot and ample amount of the liquidy goo into XX's hard cock.
"OOPS, too late good buddy, sorry about that, but it usually doesn't burn more than about thirty or forty minutes........at least thats usually when the guys stop screaming," he laughed.
And that's precisely what XX started to do. At first he didn't really feel anything, then the inside of his cock felt like it was on fire. His movement was restricted, but that didn't prevent his body from spasming uncontrollably as it tried vainly to repel this toxic intruder. The fire just spread to the full length of his cock and he began screaming again. He started crying, but the tears in his eyes were wasted, he needed them to flush out his cock. That's when he realized in the midst of this Hell that if he could piss, he could get a lot of that stuff out, but he couldn't focus on that. The pain was incredible.
"Now just in case you try to take a piss while I'm gone, I thought I'd show you another little device I've found handy," Trainer said as he held out one of those heavy metal clips secretaries use to clip a stack of papers together. This one was one of the big ones, two inches across. Trainer squeezed the clip open with one hand, pushed the clip about half an inch onto the head of XX's penis, then let it close, and close it did, with a vengence. It was designed to hold almost 200 pages of paper, and it had no difficulty closing his opening completely. Nothing was coming out until this baby was taken off.
"I'll give you a bit of free advice, if you pee now, with that clip on, your urine will carry the hot stuff all through your urinary tract. If you think it hurts now, just try that........you'll wish you were dead before the pain stops. So I suggest you accept the simple fact that I want your dick to burn like hell for a little while, and not make it worse on yourself, by trying to get out of that. It's a good lesson slave for the rest of your life.......that's why I'm doing it, shit head, to help you learn. When a Master wants you to suffer, you'll suffer. Now Learn!" he shouted as he left the room. XX continued to scream, knowing that there was nothing he could do, but suffer........that is what his owner wanted him to do, and that was what he would do.
Just over half an hour later, as Trainer returned, he found XX whimpering, still hanging from the ceiling beam, his feet still attached to the spreader. He decided that he would put ball weights on him later, but it could wait until after. "I see you've begun to settle down slave, that's good. We can move on then." As he got up next to XX he showed him the gag, "We need to get this back in your mouth first though, so open up."
XX lifted his head to face Trainer, and the look was one of pure hatred. Good, Trainer thought, I don't want you to lose that hate boi, but as XX continued to simply stare and didn't open his mouth, Trainer simply smiled. "Are we reluctant to mind slave," Trainer asked as if he were speaking to a petulant child, "that's okay, because I still have a good supply of this "candy" you seemed to like so much," and Trainer held up the squeeze container of cayenne pepper and jalepeno juice. XX's eyes immediately opened wider as he raised his head and opened his mouth as wide as he could.........waiting for the gag to be put in.
"Why thank you boi, I thought we could come to an understanding of how things should work around here, and I think we're really getting there, I give an order, and you obey it," Trainer said with dripping sarcasm. "Good, now that I can trust you to keep your pitiful comments to yourself, I've brought an old friend for a little visit."
Trainer walked into the adjoining room and came out leading 105. He was wearing the sightless goggles and ear plugs, so he couldn't see or hear XX, but XX was aware of who it was. He hated that bastard, and he had an idea why Trainer had him there. He'd already had 101 fuck him, and now he understood that Trainer intended to have other slaves fuck him, to humiliate him. Well he wasn't humiliated this time, he was mad as Hell, this raghead was going to fuck him, a red blooded American man, that was unacceptable. Except, according to Trainer he may still be American, but he wasn't a real man in the same way........he was a slave, but even as a slave, this oily little jig shouldn't be allowed to fuck him........this was too much.
XX started trying to shout through the gag, his body was jerking as he fought his bonds, but little was being accomplished except he was working up a real sweat. 105 on the other hand seemed calm and determined. He didn't know for sure who else was in the room or what Trainer had in mind. All he really knew was what Trainer had said when he came and took him from his cell.
"Do you think that sometimes Allah gives us a little taste of the future, you know, to encourage and uplift us. I sometimes wonder if that's the case, have you ever wondered that," he had asked 105? "You've been working hard boi, and I'm proud of the progress you've been making, so I thought a little taste might be in order." Then he had put the goggles with the painted lenses and the ear plugs on him. 105 wasn't stupid. He'd been thinking a lot about what Trainer had said to him a few days prior. He'd been watching to see if anyone was missing. In the past three days he hadn't seen Jackson or Holt. He considered both of them enemies, but he truly hated one of them. He wondered if he was in the room with one of them now, and if so, why was he blinded and deafened? He'd been told by Trainer that he would know what he was expected to do when it was time.
Now he was being led into a room, and he couldn't see or really hear anything, but XX could hear and see everything, and he didn't like any of it.
"I knew you'd be excited to see him. He hasn't really asked about you, but I thought he'd been missing you as well, so I thought it would be good for the two of you to get together again," Trainer said as he led 105 to the back of XX, who was screaming his head off. God he hated this guy, thought Trainer, I hope Y knows what he's in for.
Trainer started pumping 105's cock and quickly got him hard. He put some lube on the cock, then rubbed a little into XX's ass crack. He did it more to humiliate him than to help him. Then he uncuffed 105's hands from behind him, knowing that for once, 105 really wanted to be where he was and was no threat. As he pushed the head of 105's cock into the entrance of XX's hole, 105 could feel what was happening, and hoped he knew who it was, as he pushed into that moist tight hole in one fluid motion. Trainer then took 105's hands and brought them around XX's torso, placing them on his now tender nipples. 105 latched on like he was connecting to a docking station in space, XX now started screaming in pain rather than anger. 105 was glad that Trainer had taken the ball weights off of him a few days ago because it had allowed his balls to fill up with cum and now allowed more freedom of movement, as he began to hit his stride giving XX a good fucking.
105 actually found himself slowing down so as to draw this out a little. He was horny as hell, but he didn't want to shoot too soon, he wanted to enjoy this fuck. He kept repeating in Farsi, "God is great..........God is great.........God is great."
XX didn't know what that jig was saying in his sand language, all he knew was he wanted him out of his ass. His cock wasn't huge, but the little raghead sure knew how to push it in all the way, jabbing his prostate in the process and making precum drip from his own cockhead. But his hands on his nipples were too much. He was practically tearing his nipples off which was causing XX to scream through his gag in pain.
Trainer couldn't believe how much he was enjoying the show, now he was beginning to understand what Mr. Y was putting together for his pleasure. It was more than two really good looking guys having sex, so much more. The emotions were all over the place like the colors being projected all around at a rock show. He hoped Y knew the complexity of what he was creating, and could control it.
But all that melted into the background as he watched the beautiful body of this handsome Iranian man, fucking, passionately fucking, this tall handsome all American looking kid. Sweat was beginning to shine on both their bodies, and Trainer realized that 105 was actually drawing this out, he was holding back cumming! Trainer actually smiled when he realized what 105 was doing..........that fucking little Arab, he laughed to himself. At first he thought maybe he should slap his ass and tell him to cum in that hole, then he decided to just enjoy the show for awhile and relax.
It went on for another fifteen or twenty minutes, XX was exhausted, but the pain from his ass and nipples never allowed him to let up. Finally 105 could feel that subtle feeling deep in his balls, and he knew he was very close. He started lengthening his strokes and then started speaking English, "I'm going to fill your ass with my cum.........you're going to be my cum dump you disgusting piece of shit." He couldn't hear any response by XX, but that didn't matter. He was hoping it was him and was talking like it was. "Take it you fag cunt, take it all, and with that he started shooting........he shot........and shot........and shot........he felt like his cock had a life of its own as he emptied himself into this other slave. As he finished, he held the body of XX close to his own and whispered into his ear, "it's just a foretaste of things to come........get used to it."
All XX knew was that the fucking had stopped, but his nipples were still being squeezed and pulled viciously. "Please.......make him stop," he cried, "Please, get him off me........get him out of me.......please," he begged Trainer. But Trainer just continued to smile, letting XX know who was the Master and who was the slave. He'd take 105 back to his cell in a little while, then he'd come back here and before he turned XX back over to Williams for the evening, he'd fuck him as well. He hoped XX enjoyed being able to talk now, because when he was finished with him, he'd be lucky to be conscious. Oh, he needed to be sure and remember to piss in his water bowl again as well........after all, he would come to, and he would be thirsty.
Part 5
The Doctor found himself looking forward to his old friend and valued Customer dropping by for a drink. They'd known each other since they were kids. In fact, it was this particular wealthy friend that had helped with the seed money for the Doctor's original compound. They'd shared an interest in BDSM from college, and one in slavery soon thereafter. Kit was one of the few people that the Doctor considered a true friend, and when his friend had called him earlier that day and said he'd really appreciate it the Doctor could give him half an hour later that day, he didn't think twice about saying yes. Especially since he knew his friend was flying in from New York for the meeting. Something was up, and his friend needed something, and all the Doctor really knew at this point was that he was coming to the right place.
Murphy met Kit at the airport for the Doctor, and drove him straight to the compound for his meeting with the Doctor. Needless to say his favorite scotch was already waiting for him in the limo, so the ride was quite pleasant. Kit had grown up very wealthy, but unlike so many of his friends who had been raised with wealth, he wasn't obsessed with the good life, or more appropriately, the decadent wasted life, that they seemed to pursue. He was fascinated with the possibility that he could turn the fortune he was inheriting into a world class fortune. People always joked the first million was the hardest to make, well he would be inheriting the first 250 million, so he figured that was a pretty good step up, and it had been. Now he was worth billions, and he'd actually enjoyed the process of getting there, but much of what he trully cared about was in jeopardy now, and he was hoping his friend could help.
He'd been to the Compound numerous times, and always enjoyed his visits as his old friend generally set him up with one of his more up and coming slaves for the evening. In fact, Kit had bought one of them, and was still enjoying him at a special place he kept for that purpose in the City, but this time, Kit wasn't sure his old friend would be glad to see him. As the male secretary showed Kit into the Doctor's office, the Doctor came from behind his desk and greeted him warmly.
"Kit it's great to see you again. I didn't think I'd see you till later in the year at our fall sale." He then dismissed his secretary with a nod that indicated they were not to be disturbed for any reason.
"I really appreciate you're seeing me like this, on such short notice, it really means a lot to me................."
"Stop it Kit," the Doctor cut him off, "I don't know what's going on, and you'll tell me when you're ready, but it looks like you may need something, and the only thing you need to know, even before you ask, is that it's yours..........whatever it is."
Kit appreciated what his old friend was saying, and he hoped he meant it.
"It has to do with my daughter, Emily. Three months ago she announced to us that she'd found the guy she wanted to marry. He comes from a very wealthy in Baltimore. She met him at school, and brought him home for a long week end. I had a funny feeling from the start, there was just something about the guy, he was good looking, good athlete, and smooth as silk when he was around us, but I didn't like him. I also realized that Emily would be a nice step up for him socially and monetarily."
"Come on Kit," the Doctor said, "no ones going to be good enough for your own little girl, you know that."
"Yeah, I figured something like that, that's why I decided to pay some professionals to tell me what this guy was really like. So far two girls and their families have been paid off to cover up unwanted pregnancies. I don't like that, but I'll give the guy that, it can happen, and it's no reason to ruin a guy's life, though twice did concern me a little. It was the beatings that were covered up that I became concerned with. Three of them, all girls, all from good, though not wealthy, families, and all paid significant sums to make the problem go away. His parents split up when he was around 10, his mother dotes on him and the kid can do no wrong, including setting a neighbor's house on fire. The father seems to be an okay guy that is fed up with a son he's sorry he had, and is definitly tired of paying to get out of trouble or into one school after another when he's thrown out. The kid's cost him a fortune, but that's okay, most of our kids do."
"No, all that indicates a spoiled brat, except for the beatings. Those concerned me, and I wanted to know more. Turns out he's been seeing a therapist for years, but all he's really learned to do is cover up his issues and present himself the way he did to my daughter and my family. I hired someone to take a look at his records in the therapist's office. There are a lot of big words for it that are supposed to excuse it, especially if you're rich enough, but the long and the short of it is that it doesn't bother him at all to hurt people or destroy things."
"Last week I paid a surprise visit to Emily at school. I wanted to talk with her without her mother being around. She was at her apartment, when she came to the door she was hiding a black eye, a really nasty looking black eye. She said it was a racketball accident, but her roommate looked at me and shook her head.......no. I tried asking her about it, but she said everything was fine, and she didn't want me getting involved. I've been thinking about it for the past few days, and decided I needed to talk with you."
"Kit, you know I'll do anything I can to help you, but this sounds out of my leaque. You need to find someone to talk with Emily and convince her to drop this guy."
"I've already done that. My sister is her favorite aunt, they've always had a special relationship. I flew her to see my daughter, and nothing. My sister said she's head over heels in love, and not willing to reconsider........she still wants to marry this guy."
Kit just sat for a minute, then reached in his coat pocket and pulled out a picture, then handed it to the Doctor.
The Doctor took the picture and looked at it. A good looking young man smiled back up at him from the picture. The kind of guy that would turn any girls head.
"I want him to disappear," Kit said slowly, "I don't want him killed, but I want him gone, and you specialize in doing that."
The Doctor sat back and looked at his friend. It wasn't the idea of making this guy a slave that gave him pause, but rather, that his modus operendi was grabbing guys that would probably never be missed. He counted on that to give him the edge he needed. This kid was from a weathy family, with a mother that doted on him. People would look for him. That would make it more difficult and more dangerous.
"I know if you're able to do this, it's going to cost you more than usual. You've told me enough about your operaton for me to know that. If you'll grab this guy, enslave him, train him as a sex slave, then make sure he's sold somewhere where he'll never be heard from again, I'll pay you three million dollars."
"Kit, you don't.............."
"NO! I do have to do that. I know you'll have extra risks with this, and I want you to spend whatever you need to, to protect yourself and your business. I also want you to be able to sell him someplace remote, regardless of price. There's something else I want, which is why I want you to be the one handling this. I want to come by here periodically and beat the shit out of him, then fuck him."
The Doctor looked into his friend's eyes and knew he wanted that as much as anything else he was asking for, and by God, he would have it. He said to his friend, "There's some things I'm going to need if we're going to pull this off successfully, and I plan on being very successful at it. I'm going to need all the information on this boy and his family that you can get me. I'm also going to need his schedule for the next four weeks, I know that's tough, but it will help immensely. Then I'm going to have to get with my people and do some serious planning. How soon do you want this to happen?"
"How soon can you make it happen?"
"It'll probably take me two to three weeks to get everything set up. We'll have to double blind this deal so anybody looking for him will hit at least two complete deadends. I'll also need some time to plan the scenario, and you should spend a little time deciding on how you're going to handle your own daughter who'll be screaming like crazy for someone to do something."
"I've already had some ideas on that, it just depends on how this goes down."
"Okay, as I make my plans I'll keep you posted so you can coordinate yours."
"You have no idea what this means to me, I'll never be able to repay you for this."
"I'll help you find a way to do that," the Doctor said jokingly, and for the first time since his friend had gotten there, he smiled and laughed a little. "We're going to take care of this problem Kit, you have my word on it."
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