Disclaimer: The following is an original work of fiction that contains graphic depictions of sexual activities and erotic abuse between males. All characters are portrayed as being over 18 years of age, as you should be to read this. If you aren't, or if such material is offensive to you or illegal to read where you are, then stop reading now.
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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.
Additionally, I would like to say that the various racial slurs in the story are there for the development of particular characters. I don't use them, but I recognize they are a reality in parts of our world.
As before, I continue my search for a slave to be of assistance as I explore this story. I don't like being without a slave and feel I have a great deal to offer the right boi. Let me hear from you at nakedrabbit819@yahoo.com, if you want more information.
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)
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.
Holt: 28 yo, 6'2", 200, 7.5 " uncut, Anglo, muscular, blond hair and blue eyes, straight, employed 1 year.
I continue to hope that you're enjoying the read, and always enjoy hearing from you with ideas or suggestions. Please remember if you write me to tell me where you're from, I'm amazed at how spread out we are. I also enjoy hearing from younger slaves looking for an older Master with a great imagination and more to offer.......:)
Sex Toy Enslavement Chapter 8
On the evening of the tenth day after 109 had been taken from the cell block, he was back as the slaves were returning, only he was somehow different. He was standing in the middle area between the cells, but he was deathly still, posed in fact, like a statue. The other slaves began reacting immediately with looks at one another and murmurs between each other, but it wasn't until much later, after the lights were out and the Bosses had retired that any whispered conversations could take place, and by then they had much to talk about. Trainer knew how it would go, that's one of the reasons he'd kept 109 away from the other slaves. He wanted them wondering what had happened, and he wanted the additional time to hammer in some more crucial lessons for 109.
He'd been kept in a smaller area that was separated from where the other slaves would be. That way, Trainer was assured there would be no contact between 109 and the other slaves. However, there had been plenty of contact with the Bosses who had each been given specific instructions by Trainer on how 109 was to be treated. The objectification of 109 was to be reinforced by everyone. For ten days 109 had been referred to as "It" by everyone around It, and more, It had been used as an object by all of them. In the past ten days It had been a foot stool, It had been a coffee table, It had been a portable stool, It had been a clothes rack, It had been a toilet, and, most often, It had been a cum dump. What It had not been at any time during the last ten days, was a person, and It had never referred to Itself nor heard anyone else refer to It as anything other than It. The truly significant difference however, and this was not yet known, even by Trainer, for the last few days, It had not even thought of Itself in any way other than It. It was now a true sex object, and well on Its way to becoming a sex toy.
Another modification that was observable were 109's nipples. After It had asked Trainer to help make Its nipples more sensitive to a man's use (as Trainer had mentioned in that post hypnotic suggestion), Trainer had begun having 109's nipples rubbed with a very fine emory board, the kind women use on their nails. Its nipples were still somewhat raw and inflamed, but one only had to breathe on them to get a reaction from 109. One of the other things that was happening, that 109 wasn't completely aware of yet, was that Trainer had ordered that whenever 109's nipples were touched or even breathed on, Its cock was to be fondled and played with, and vice versa, if Its cock was being touched or used in any way, Its nipples had to be stimulated as well. Trainer was creating a psychological connection between 109's nipples and Its cock. Within a month whenever anyone touched Its nipples, Its cock would begin to precum.
109 didn't realize that would be part of Its future. What It was feeling however, was much more sexual than It had since it had come to the farm. To be sure, It had had plenty of sex, but most of that was forced acts that had been done to It or that It had been forced to do to others. In some ways it was no more sex than rape was. But lately, that had been changing. One of the reasons was the little white pill It was given every day, and It suspected that, but that wasn't all of it. It was beginning to become aroused even when It was being used as a piece of furniture. It saw Itself being used in Its own mind, and It was becoming excited by that. It didn't understand, and though It had more time for reflection as various objects, It found Itself more often thinking about what might be done to It next.
The night 109 had spent with the Doctor proved to be, among other things, a trip down memory lane, only they weren't memories that 109 found that pleasant.
"Does It remember only a couple of months ago when we first met." the Doctor asked with an attempt at plesantness in his voice. "As I remember, It was working with a contractor laying floors when Mr. Watts noticed It, and look at It now, Its still working with floors," he chuckled, as he sipped his cocktail while resting his feet on 109's back. 109 was on all fours, on the floor. It had been there for almost an hour as the Doctor had enjoyed his drink and read a book. It had held the position It had been put in, not moving a muscle, and Its muscles were screaming now. It was learning that furniture was one of the hardest things to be, because it required It to remain so still for extended periods. It wouldn't be so bad except the Boss that had placed It had put Its head way up, straining Its neck way back. Holding that position was proving difficult, and It was beginning to sweat from the exertion. None of this had been missed by the Doctor, and none of it had been commented on, in fact, in just over an hour, that was the first time the Doctor had even spoken. After all, how often do we actually talk to our furniture?
It remembered that day. It had started out like most days. It had met Its boss on the job site where It had been helping to install a new floor in a house. Its boss was gone to bid on another job, but trusted It to work at the house without his supervision. It was feeling great, this job would be finished in another day, then It was going to visit a friend in another city for the weekend. Things were finally coming together for It and Its friend had a good lead on a better job in that city. While It was working a guy knocked on the door and asked if he could get some information on installing new wood floors in his boss's house. It was in the process of explaining that the owner of the business was away, but It had a card with information that It could give the man. The guy said that would be fine, but could It just take a minute to answer a question his boss had about the different kinds of floors. He was out in his car, they were on their way to lunch, if he could just pop his head in and talk to him for a second.
Of course, like It had found out from some of the other slaves, within about an hour It was naked, being raped on the floor of that car and screaming for help. No help ever came, and it was only the first time of many that It was raped over the next few days. As the Doctor spoke of the memories fondly, It remembered how frightened and confused It was. It was less confused and frightened now as It remembered Its last day as a real man. The training had done its job well, even with this recalcitrant slave. The fact that even now, as the Doctor reminisced about that day, It knew that there was no chance of a change in Its circumstances. It held Its position because It was no longer a real man, It wasn't even just a slave, to be exact, right now, It was a foot stool. A foot stool with some memories, but a foot stool none the less.
The Doctor could see some of the emotions going through 109, and he was pleased that It was holding it's position and continuing to serve Its Master. It was time to take all this to another level, but before he did, he decided to just have a little fun. Afterall, what's the point of having a beautiful man as your slave, if you don't just have some fun every now and then making the slaves life Hell.
As 109 held Its position the Doctor sat up, lifting his feet off Its back, but reaching into his drink that he had just been finishing. He took one of the ice cubes out of the glass and reaching around to 109's beautiful curved ass, he stuck the ice cube in. He repeated this action until all the ice cubes in the glass were now in 109's ass, yet 109 continued to hold Its position, though It was beginning to wonder how much longer It could hold it. Then, 109 almost lost Its position because the Doctor did something so unexpected. He reached around again, only went between Its legs and firmly grabbed Its balls.
"Does It remember the first time I did this," he posited, watching for any reaction from 109. Does It remember how I held Its balls and squeezed them like this," as he began to apply considerable pressure to 109's balls. It started working on Its breathing, trying to hold Its position as this man's foot stool, but the pressure was incredible. Without realizing it, 109 began to moan a little as the Doctor continued to apply more pressure.
"I told It that It was now my slave, but I don't think It believed me. Does It believe me now?"
"Yes, Master," It responded, struggling as never before to hold a difficult position while being abused physically and emotionally by Its Master.
"I told It that It was entering my world, and here It is..........in my world. I told It that It would learn to please a man and serve a man in anyway that man chose, even if that man chose to do this," and with that, the Doctor suddenly thrust his foot up from the floor, kicking 109 forcefully in the gut.
"AHHHGGG," 109 cried, as It lost part of Its position for the first time, allowing Its head to come down and his right arm to contract a bit. The pain was incredible because the Doctor never let go of Its balls, which continued to be firmly squeezed. 109 thought Its gut was about to fall out. But, as soon as that movement occurred, 109 quickly moved back into position. It was still a foot stool, but It was a foot stool in agony. Before It had a chance to think or react, It was kicked again, and again. Twice more 109 lost a bit of Its position, and twice more It regained that position.
"I told It that I would do anything I wanted with It, and I've done exactly that. I've made It something of value, something desired by important men. Who desired It before I owned It........no one, but now It will be desired by many that see It. Now It has become a source of pleasure for important men. It will be a toy that is cherished by someone."
And 109 remembered Its time with Trainer. It understood that It was becoming a desirable toy. It was becoming anxious to know who Its owner would be, and what Its owner would expect. But until then, this was Its owner, Its Master, and It would do whatever necessary to bring pleasure to this man. If that pleasure caused It pain, that was a price It was willing to pay to be a desirable Toy.
"And right now I need a good, warm, tight hole more than I need a foot stool," the Doctor said as he got up from his seat and kneeled behind 109, taking some lube off a side table, "this is for my pleasure, not Its ass," he chuckled as he lubed his cock then rammed it into Its ass. There was no foreplay, no gentle stretching of Its hole, just one massive plunge and the Doctor was in all the way. 109 gasped in pain, and Its body spasmed, trying to adjust to this sudden invasion of Its ass. As quickly as the Doctor was all the way in, he was all the way out, but not from a sense of mercy, but rather to be able to plunge his rock hard rod right back in that warm vulnerable hole that was completely his. Again, It gasped and struggled to hold Its position, Its neck hurting from the strain of holding Its head so far back.
Now Its Master was using It for his complete pleasure, and even with the pain It was feeling, It was pleased to be providing that pleasure to Its Master. A month ago there would have been tears streaming down Its face, but not now. It hurt and It was suffering, but It was also giving pleasure to Its Master, and now It realized that is what a good Toy is for, Its owner's pleasure.
Pleasure was certainly what the Doctor was receiving now as he continued to ram his cock again and again into this delightful tight hole. He looked down at the beautiful ebony skinned toy that was there for his pleasure. His delight was heightened by the fact that this slave had been taken from being a stubborn insolent young man to a submissive toy in just over two months. That was a record for Trainer, and the fact that the level of submissiveness was greater than it had been in many of the slaves before 109, caused the Doctor's mind to race with the possibilities of that fact, even as he could feel himself nearing his climax. As he continued to ram his property he leaned down just enough to reach down and around to Its raw sensitive nipples and give them a vicious sqeeze and twist. He relished the moan that emanated from deep within 109, it stimulated him even more, but then the pain of others almost always did. Yes, this slave was a fine piece of property and would make him a good deal of money, but for now, It was simply his cum receptical.
And with that stimulatingly powerful thought, the Doctor began releasing his load into 109's receptive ass. "Yes," he cried as the first rope of cum began to coat 109's passage, "Yes, Yes," as more cum shot into Its bowels. The Doctor began to slap Its ass and side in a state of euphoria. "Take it all bitch," he cried as he shot his final load, and came to rest on 109's muscular back. 109 felt most of the weight of Its Master resting on Its back, then felt Its Master's right hand go from Its sore and now throbbing right nipple to Its ball sac, where it grasped Its balls and began firmly squeezing as it had been before the fucking began.
"I said It would be my slave, and I've made it so. I said I would do anything I wanted with It, and I've made it so. I said It would do anything I commanded, willingly, and I've made it so. I said I would make you my submissive Toy, and I've made it so. And I said I would sell you to whomever I chose, to use you in any way he chose, and I will make it so. As the Doctor said this he continued to squeeze 109's balls as emphasis to all he was saying. That gesture wasn't necessary as 109 had no doubt that the Doctor would do this, and now understood this to be Its destiny. With the Doctor's softening dick in Its ass, with Its bowels coated with cum, with Its balls being crushed, 109 accepted Its fate. It was a Sex Toy.
And so, as the other slaves came to their cells on that evening, they found 109 standing in the position that a Boss had left him in, with instructions that "It is now a statue, until told otherwise." As the slaves returned to their cells, they looked furtively at 109. Most of them had decided that he must be dead, but here he was, only he wasn't like anything they had experienced of him before. After the slaves had been locked in their cells, Trainer had ordered the Bosses to withdraw for a little while. When they did so, some of the slaves began whispering to 109 to find out what had happened.
104 was among the first to whisper, "Are you okay? We've been wondering what happened to you. What did Trainer do to you?"
Only 109 continued to stand, silently, in the prescribed position. He was striking, it almost looked like he had been oiled, his skin seem to have a luster to it, and his silence was confusing to the others.
"What have they done to you, are you okay," 99 whispered with a bit more urgency, but still no response or even recognition by 109 that he had heard the others.
Now the other slaves began to become more agitated. Afterall, whatever had been done to 109 could be done to any or all of them. Something was wrong, 109 had been one of the most defiant of them all, but now he stood there, almost motionless except for the movement of his abdomen as he breathed.
"What's wrong with you man," 101 growled from his cage? He had enjoyed watching 109 defy Trainer and the other Bosses, and to see him like this was unnerving to him. "At least tell us what's going on."
109, while standing motionless, was anything but that on the inside. Tell you what's going on, It thought to Itself. How can It tell you what's going on, when It doesn't completely understand Itself. All It knows for sure is that It was placed in this position by Boss Willis, and It will remain in this position until ordered otherwise. What's wrong with It, you ask. Nothing is wrong with It, It has simply found It's place in the world, as the rest of you will discover as well. It doesn't matter what any of us came into this room as, none of us will leave alive as anything other than a Sex Toy. It understands that now.
After about forty-five minutes of fruitless questions and some exasperation on the part of the other slaves, Boss Martin came back into the room. "I see you've all noticed that 109 is back with us. Has It told you about Its little vacation and all the fun Its been having with Mr. Trainer and the Bosses? No?? Well let me enlighten all you stupid cunts, especially since you're looking at a version of yourselves, or at least the you of the future," Willis chuckled.
"You see, 109 is no longer merely a slave, It has advanced to become a Sex Toy. Don't waste your time trying to understand all of that, for now all you need to understand is that 109 is to never be refered to as a person, and no personal pronouns are to be used by any of you in referring to It. 109 is now a Toy, and no one refers to a toy as 'you' or 'he.' A toy is referred to as an object, as 'it,' and that is how all of you will refer to It or the consequences will be severe."
"As you can see, It was placed here as a statue, and since statues don't talk, It is not allowed to speak. Even to answer all your questions," and with that Willis looked at all of them knowingly. "And It will hold this position until told otherwise, but one of the advantages of this type of statue is that It can be played with, if the owner so desires."
And with that Willis began to fondle 109's cock, bringing It to full erection. 109 was as horny as It could ever remember being after all the sex play over the last ten days. It had been allowed to cum only a couple of times, and both of them had accompanied a good deal of pain. Now, all of a sudden, It was being fondled, and It was responding. The only real frustration was having to hold a strict position while being played with. Almost immediately after beginning to fondle 109's cock, Willis began to play with Its nipples. They were still very sore, and 109 groaned softly, letting Willis know he was having the desired affect on It.
Willis was also having the desired affect on the other slaves as well as he continued to stroke the cock of this beautiful slave. He was glad this assignment had been given to him because he found 109 strikingly beautiful. He only wished he could afford to own a slave like this, but knew that would never happen. That's one of the reasons this job had been such a great one for him. He had the opportunity to use beautiful slaves as if they were his own, and got paid for it.
"I know It love this, and It loves having me show It this much attention," Willis whispered to 109 soft enough that no one else heard anything. 109 moaned gently in response, beginning to understand the one power It might have in the future, the power to drive some men crazy with desire, and that's no small thing, It realized. 109 was careful to hold Its position, just as It had the night before with the Doctor. It was churning with desire on the inside, but on the outside, It was holding the position ordered. It was beginning to breathe more rapidly, and perspiration was beginning to break out on Its forehead.
The other slaves watched with facination. Not because one of them was being masturbated, that and worse had happened to each of them, and they all knew there was nothing they could do about it. But rather that 109 was participating in a way they had not seen before. It wasn't simply that "It" was submitting, but rather that It was participating in the act. Willis was playing with It, but It was trying to please Willis, even while not being allowed to really move. Something significant had happened to 109, something that had changed this reality for It, but worse, it was something that could happen to them. They now realized that they could become like 109, and that terrified them.
109 was close to cumming, but Willis said, loud enough for others to hear, "It had better not shoot until It is given permission. Toys don't shoot cum, or anything else, without permission." With that 109 really began to sweat. How was It going to refrain from this bodily function? It began to try to think about something else, something nonsexual. It wasn't having a great deal of luck, when Willis said, "And when I do give It permission to shoot, It must do so immediately, or It will be punished severely." With that Willis began to really enjoy himself. He had complete control of this beautiful muscular man, and he knew that It would do whatever It could to obey him.
So a process of riding the edge began for 109. It had to be ready to shoot at any time, but It couldn't release until allowed to do so. Willis was actually better at this than 109 knew because it was one of his favorite passtimes, and he was actually pretty good about reading his "victims." He wanted to add some anxiety to the mix for 109, but he was having too much fun to allow 109 to fail too badly.
Unfortunately, 109 was unaware of this momentary lapse in Willis' character. It was struggling to obey the commands that had been given to It, but then It began to feel that release beginning deep in Its balls. It paniced, which showed in Its eyes and Willis waited only a few more seconds before shouting, "Shoot Toy, Shoot Its load.......Now!!"
And with that, cord after cord of hot jism spewed forth from 109's raging cock. Again and again it shot across the floor falling several feet away, but eerily, there was no loud release or exclamation from 109, there was no collapse of his upper body into the arms of Willis, there was hardly any movement at all, just cords of cum shooting out of this "statue."
When It was finished, the only change was that Its breathing was beginning to slow down. Then Willis did something very uncharacteristic. Most of the slaves suspected that he was gay because of some of the ways he treated them, but now he took 109 in his arms and told him, "It may now release position and respond to me." With that he kissed 109 full on his lips and 109 responded by placing his arms around Willis and pulling him into Itself. None of the slaves had witnessed this kind of "intimacy" between a slave and one of the Bosses. It was more shocking than to see a slave beaten by a Boss. There was nothing a slave could do about a beating, but to give one's self to one of these sadists, truly give one's self, was beyond their pale of experience. It frightened them.
For his part, Willis was in ecstacy. He only wished he could take 109 to his quarters this evening and continue to use It, but his instructions were clear, even down to this kiss. 109 was to be returned to Its cell, where It would remain, silent, much to the consternation of the other slaves, for the rest of the night. But for right now, he could enjoy It for a little longer, so he reached down and began squeezing one of Its nipples which caused It to hold him even tighter. Ecstasy.
Finally, Willis broke from the embrace and pushed 109 into Its cell. "Its not to speak until one of the Bosses comes in tomorrow morning. Not one sound. Does It understand?"
And 109 looked into Willis' eyes and nodded Its understanding. Then Willis walked out of the room.
He hadn't been gone more than a minute when several of the slaves near 109's cell began whispering to It, "What happened, what did they do to you?"
109 looked up and realized that was the first time in over ten days anyone had said "you" to It. It was saddened by the lose of "self" in that way, but It knew there was nothing that could be done about that now. It simply looked at the other slaves and found Itself wondering, how will you do when Trainer takes you into that room? How will you come out? Will you still be a "you," or will you be an "It?"
All that occured in 109's mind because It knew better than to speak without permission. Eventually, the other slaves stopped whispering their questions, but the lack of any answers left a bitter air of betrayal in the room. All the other slaves, even 115 who was so new to all of this, went to their racks that night wondering, what had happened, and could it happen to me. Exactly what Trainer wanted them to be thinking about that long and mostly sleepless night.
A new slave will be arriving soon, and an important buyer will also come on the scene. His purchase may surprise a few of us. Also we'll be learning more about the physical realities of the slave center and how it's set up. Hope you keep reading and enjoying the story. If you have comments, I always enjoy reading them. Please let me know where you're from as I really enjoy seeing how spread out we are.
And if you're finally ready to try the life of a slave for yourself. get in touch, and we'll talk about it.