Sex Toy Enslavement

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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.

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.

Sex Toy Enslavement Chapter 9

Part 1

The Doctor sits in his office in the compound with Trainer while they have Watts on the speaker phone. Trainer and the Doctor were in the midst of planning some of the weeks activities when Watts called. The Doctor was glad that Trainer was there so he would hear about the new prospect first hand.

"He looks good to me," Watts is saying, "23 years old, 5'11", dark red hair and green eyes, cute face, athletic build, should develop nicely with some physical training, not many real connections I can find. He has a mother, but she's half way across the country and doesn't seem to have a lot of contact. Lives with two other room mates, but he's not close to them. I think he's the third man. He's another construction worker, what can I say, I like construction sites," he says laughingly, while the Doctor and Trainer give each other a knowing smile. "He thinks I'm an out of town contracter looking for someone to head up one of my crews. He's ready to jump because he's been at his present job almost two years and feels like he's getting the shaft. I've told him I want to take him to Houston to meet with my people, so I figured we could grab him at the airport."

"That all sounds good from this end," the Doctor says, "but I don't want him for at least a week. We have two customers coming on the eighteenth now, and I want us focused on that from this end until it's over. That's four days from now, so the earliest I'd want this new one would be next Friday. What if you tell him you want to bring him for the weekend to see the set up and find out if he might be interested. We'll grab him, then just contact the old employer with the usual nasty letters and the room mates with the same. Doesn't sound like any of them will really be interested in following up, and how would they anyway. This kid will disappear without a trace like the rest of them. I'm pleased to be getting this redhead. We'll probably fast track him for our previous buyer, or let a few others know. They always seem to be in demand, though I can't see why."

"Well Sir, I'm partial to them myself, and I was wondering if maybe I could have that first night with him at the compound before ya'll really get started?"

"You're insatiable," the Doctor said laughingly, "and I'm not making any promises, it will really depend on our schedule here, but I've heard your request and I'll think about it."

"I'd appreciate that. By the way, I know you'll still have a cage open, even with this redhead, and I was wondering about another illegal. Has that young one attracted much interest. They're so damn easy to come up with, I just thought I could grab another one for you within a couple of days of you taking the redhead. That'll give you a full house."

"Hopefully you're wrong, these two buyers are really good prospects, so I'm hoping to have at least one, maybe two cages available soon after the eighteenth. I'll think about what you're saying. You're right about the ease of grabbing them. No one really knows where they are, where they're from, no one's keeping up with them, and if they disappear, no one says a thing. 107 hasn't really been here long enough to attract much attention, but there's always someone out there that likes them a little younger. Maybe we should go even a little younger on the next one, maybe around seventeen. What do you think Trainer, is that too young for you to be able to get what we want?"

"That's getting pretty young, but as long as they're fully developed physically, I think I can make it work. And, you're right about some of our customers wanting to go a little younger."

"Well, after we get Red you can start looking around the usual places and see what looks interesting. Is that all from your end?"

"Yes Sir, I'll call you with the details for the pick up on the Friday following the eighteenth. Maybe I should tell this guy to enjoy himself, he only has a few days left as a real man," Watts said while he laughed at his end of the phone.

"Well I'm sure he would appreciate the consideration, but it might effect whether or not you get that night," the Doctor chuckled.

"Oh, don't worry then," Watts laughed, "I'll just let him live the same miserable life he's been living for the past 23 years, till we're ready to spring his new one on him. Guess it might be best to just go cold turkey," and the laughter died as the Doctor pressed the disconnect button on the phone, while he and Trainer shared in the humor of what was about to happen to Red.

"This showing will be important for us, Trainer. All of them are, but I've been curious to see if the down turn in the economy will affect us very much, and this should help us find out. I want the two guest rooms on the northwest corner prepared so each of our buyers can have their usual fun and inspections. I have high hopes for both of the clients, they come well recommended by some former customers, so let's do our best."

"Everything will be ready Sir, and it will all go smoothly. We have some good stock, and if they're serious buyers I think they'll find something they like."

"Well that's why I like to keep some variety in our slaves. I know one of the buyers is looking for a slave he can feminize and I think we have several good prospects for that. It would require some cosmetic surgery, but that will only add to the cost, so it's no problem. The other one is a bit more of a puzzle. He certainly has the ability to buy whatever he wants, but he's keeping that pretty close to the vest. All I know is that the gentleman who referred him spoke very highly of him and thinks we are just what he's been looking for. We'll see."

"Anyway, I've got to get the rest of this paper work done before I have to leave for the charity event tonight, would you send a slave in, I need to take a piss, and plan on leaving him here for awhile. I might as well enjoy some good head while I suffer through this mess," he said with a grin.

"Sure thing Sir, I'll take care of it right away, and don't worry about the eighteenth. It'll go great, I promise." With that Trainer rose from his chair and walked out of the well appointed room. As he closed the door he popped his cell out and called Martin. "Martin, Trainer here, who have you got available to service the Doc?"

"I can have almost anyone you want there in just a couple of minutes," Martin responded eagerly, always wanting to impress Trainer with his ability.

"Then get 104 over here quick as you can. The Doc needs to take a piss and then wants some relaxation while he finishes his work."

"Sure thing Sir, I'll have him there in no time. Do you want me to plan on staying with the slave?"

"No need, just cuff his hands behind his back. Hell, that fag loves giving head, we probably don't even need to restrain him, but do it anyway."

"I'll take care of it right away Sir."

And with that Trainer started making mental notes about what all needed to be done to get ready for the eighteenth. The Doctor depended on him, and Trainer wanted to show him the he was, in fact, indispensable, worthy of becoming a partner.

Part 2

The slaves quickly began to realize that something was up. Some of the ones who had been in captivity longer started sensing the place was being prepared for buyers. It had been about a month since the last buyer came, some Arab from the mideast. He bought 106, a beautiful Nordic young man. He had only been recently captured and some of the slaves were a bit surprised that he would be sold so quickly, but the Arab loved the blond hair and blue eyes. A couple of the slaves overheard one of the Bosses say a few days after the sale that the buyer hadn't been concerned too much about the training because he had trainers back home. What the slaves noticed was the look of terror in 106's eyes after he was brought back from his inspection stay with the Arab. He never really had a chance to say what had happened because Trainer had muzzled him, but he was really shacken when he was brought back to his cell. He cried most of that night, and the Bosses came and put him in chains the next morning, and that was the last he'd been seen.

That was the reality that was staring all of them in the face, but it was made more real when they could sense another buyer was coming. Who would be taken this time, where would they be taken, and what kind of life would be waiting for them when they got there? Questions that none of them had answers for, so the tension began to grow in the cell block. Maybe it was just as well that the activity level was increased getting everything ready, taking time away from pondering too many questions.

For a couple of days most of the slaves spent almost every waking hour either exercising, cleaning the compound, or being groomed for presentation. Some of the newer slaves, who had been in captivity less than three months, were each given a special session with Trainer. It was one each of them would remember while the buyer was visiting, which after all, was the point.

115 was one of the first to be taken into that terrifying room again. Two Bosses came to get him, restrained him, and then marched him to the room. As soon as he saw which door he was being taken to, he began to plead for them not to do this. He remembered the last time he had been in that room, suspended, seeing his stuff on the floor, but worst, he remembered the beating he had received from Trainer. "Please," he begged the Bosses, "please, don't do this to me, please, I haven't done anything wrong." But no one was listening to him, he had noticed that happened a lot in Hell.

As they entered the room, 115 immediately noticed that it was slightly different. There was a metal table with a lot of straps attached to it, sitting in the middle of the room, where he had hung for the beating. Trainer was standing near the table, and it was the first time 115 had seen him dressed in leather the way he was. He had to admit, Trainer was beautiful, but also even more terrifying than usual. Leather straps wraped around his torso, highlighting his physique. Some of the straps reached down and ended in a cock ring which caused his already large cock to be even more prominent. But what terrified 115 the most was the fact that Trainer was smiling at him, only the smile didn't seem to hold any friendliness in it.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen," Trainer said as the Bosses marched 115 into the room. "I didn't intend for you to be so rough with 115 today. After all, that's the point of the lesson today isn't it," he said still sporting that faux smile. "Besides, 115 and I may not even need this lesson today, he's been working hard, and I think we've come to an understanding. Haven't we 115?"

"Yes Sir, yes sir," 115 responded, grabbing on to the faint hope that maybe the Bosses had brought him into this room by mistake, maybe they would take him out now, maybe Trainer meant what he said.

"But as long as he's here, he could help me out, if he's willing. I've been working here and need to take a piss, but don't want to have to find the pissboi today. Maybe if 115 could do that for me, I could get back to my work, and he could get back to his. But I don't want him to be forced by anyone, he's not the pissboi today. What do you say 115, could you help me out?'

With that the Bosses released 115, and he knew what he had to do if he had any hope of getting out of here quickly. He meekly walked over to Trainer, fell on his knees, moved his head within inches of Trainer's cock, tilted his head back, opened his mouth and waited patiently for Trainer to use him as a toilet. He hated this as much as anything he was forced to do, but he'd rather drink a river of piss than be beaten in this room again.

Trainer looked down at 115 and let him wait awhile. After all, why rush something that a slave hates........draw it out, Trainer was very good at his job. As he looked into 115's eyes, 115 could see the dark spirit in this man despite the smile he wore on his face, but he waited patiently, knowing there was no alternative. Finally, Trainer placed the head of his dick into his mouth, waited a moment longer, then let loose his stream of golden piss. 115 struggled to swallos fast enough so that none would fall out of his mouth. He had learned that Trainer especially, didn't like it if a slave lost any of his piss. He gulped and gulped as quickly as he could, taking every drop from Trainer's cock. When the stream began to slow, 115 waited patiently for the last few squirts that always seemed to be there, then used his tongue to lick off the last drop hanging from Trainer's piss slit. He submissively continued to lick the source of the piss until Trainer stepped away.

"Good boi, I see your couple of days as the pissboi have paid off, you're doing a much better job making a man's piss an enjoyable experience, and that's one of the functions of a good slave." 115 was actually surprised that he felt pride in the praise he was receiving, and he wasn't prepared for that emotion to be connected with anything that was being done to him in this place.

"Now you've probably noticed a lot of activity the last couple of days," Trainer said as if he was patiently teaching a student. The reason for it is that we're expecting a couple of buyers here a a few days, and we like to have every thing ready for our buyers, and that especially includes the slaves. Afterall, you're what we're all about around here, that's why we try to take such good care of you," Trainer said as he continued to smile at 115, making it sound like he was at a spa where he was the fortunate object of all the attention. Only this was no spa, and 115 knew it. He began to get scared, wondering what was coming.

"And one of the things we're especially concerned about with our slaves is that they be completely ready for our buyers when they get here. Usually a good beating would remind them of their place and their function, but we don't like to mark up the merchandise just before it's to be inspected. However, we've found there are other ways to impress upon our slaves that if they misbehave in any way while our valued customers are here, the consequences will be quite severe."

As Trainer finished his statement he held his face close to 115's face and was looking straight into his eyes. "So to impress on our newer slaves especially, how important this is, we like to visit with each of them seperately," he said as if he was talking about simply dusting a few shelves before a store opened. Only 115 suspected his meaning was much darker.

"Now, gentlemen, if you please," Trainer said with steel in his voice, without ever losing eye contact with 115. Immediately, 115 felt the two Bosses grab him by his shoulders and biceps, and lead him to the table. They quickly and professionally put him on his back and tied him down on the table. Within a few minutes he was completely restrained on the table, unable to move at all. His wrists and ankles were tied to the table, but there were also aditional strapps placed tightly over his chest, abdomen, thighs and arms. There was even a strap that had been placed over his forehead which locked his head into position. He could not remember ever being so completely restrained before, and he was terrified.

"The lesson you are here to learn today boi is that I don't have to leave marks to impresss upon a slave that if he displeases me the consequences will be terrible. Nothing about your status has changed boi, in fact, our expectations of your servitude have only grown. When our buyers are here, our slaves show them nothing but complete obedience. We have already discussed with them what they may do, so anything they demand of you, you will do without hesitation or question. Do I make myself clear boi?"

"Yes Sir, 115 responded with desperation in his voice, "I'll be good, I'll do whatever I'm told."

"Well that's certainly encouraging to here," Trainer responded with a false comradery, "but you'll forgive me if I'm not completely convinced of your determination to be a good slave after only a couple of weeks with us here. It occurs to me that you might try saying something to one of the buyers to try and get word out, or a plea for help. Which, Trainer said as he began to chuckle, would all be completely wasted on these gentlemen since it's their desire which gives meaning to this place. But, we can't expect a new slave to understand all of that yet, and we don't want ot be embarrassed by your ingnorance. So we bring you in here to spend a little time with you personally, so you'll better understand our expectations."

115 was now terrified. He had already learned that when Trainer is trying to sound quite and reasonable, terrible things were about to happen, and he was right in this case.

"If you think I can't make your miserable little life a living Hell, without even laying a finger on you, you are sadly mistaken," Trainer growled into 115 ear. I can make you writhe in pain without touching you and without leaving a mark of any kind you piece of shit. When you're with one of our valued customers I want you to remember that, and I want you to remember that once they leave, I'll be under no such constraints and will gladly bring you back into this room and beat you to death. Do you understand me boi?"

115 was shaking with fear and had started crying, knowing that there was no limit to what this man would willingly do to him. "Please Sir, I understand, I'll be good, I'll do whatever I'm told, please, you don't have to do anything to make that point. I understand," he was beginning to choke a little now, "that I'm your slave, that I must do whatever I'm told........please......I'll be good, I won't try anything........please."

"I think you actually mean what you're saying boi, but I also know that object lessons are seldom wasted, and I'm convinced that's the case now," Trainer said in a matter of fact voice tinged with steel. "However, I will tell you this, if you do as I order you right now, this lesson will be shorter, but you must obey me completely boi. If you can do that boi, then I'll have more confidence in you. Do you understand slave?"

"Yes Sir, please Sir, I'll do what you say, please.........I'll be a good slave........please........"

Trainer began really enjoying himself again, he always loved it when he was breaking a man into an obedient slave, ready to be used however his master chose. "One of the problems many slaves have is not being able to see their future adequately, but I have some drops here that should help with that," he said as he approached 115 with a bottle of eye drops in his hand. Now, since you're going to be a good and obedient slave, I won't even have to hold your eyes open while I give you the drops, will I? You'll certainly do as you're told since you said you would obey me, correct slave?"

115's mind was racing. What kind of drops helped you see the future? He knew Trainer was up to something, but what. He knew he was there to hurt him, but he wouldn't blind him, it would make him less valuable as a slave. He was so afraid of being hurt, but more afraid of being hurt even more for disobeying this man. "Yes Sir," he finally said, I'm a good slave, I'll do whatever you say Sir. You don't have to hurt me to get me to be obedient Sir, I'll do whatever you say."

"Well let's see........hold your right eye open as wide as you can slave," he said as he filled the eye dropper from the bottle. "Keep it nice and open slave, and hold still."

115's body began to shiver, he tried to stop, but the fear of what was happening was too great. He was however, able to hold his head sufficiently still and his eye open wide enough to satisfy Trainer, who held the dropper above this slave's open eye. With a sense of anticipation of what was to come, he squeezed the rubber end, releasing the contents of the glass tube. It fell onto the exposed eyeball. It took only a couple of seconds for 115 to feel the effect and begin to scream incoherently. His scream was deep, tearing at his throat. Never had he experienced a pain like this, his eye was on fire. He tried to shake his head to get the liquid out of his eye, but he couldn't move it. His arms and legs strained, showing his nice muscle development, but to no avail. He was powerless to find any relief, his constraints held and the onlly relief left to him was to scream, and he did that, screamed until his throat was raw.......still the burning continued. He was momentarily blinded, but he soon realized that was from the tear ducts in his eyes trying desperately to flood this invading liquid out.

After fifteen minutes or so, 115's screams were beginning to die down a little. A combination of exhaustion and his tear ducts valiantly doing their job was finally causing him to quieten a little. His vision was blurry, but it was still there, as was the remnant of the fire that had been dropped into his eye.

Trainer chuckled a little as he held the bottle up so 115 could see it, "Funny isn't it, I'll bet you used this lots when you ate Mexican food.........it's just Jalepeno juice. But I guess you never got any of it in your eyes before," he said laughing. Well now you know. Your soft tissue and membranes are very sensitive to this stuff, and as you can see, I can cause a good deal of pain without even touching you. Or maybe you can't quite see that yet, afterall, you've only had drops in one eye."

"No, please Sir, no, please.........don't do it again........please Sir, I'll be good, I'll do whatever I'm told......I promise, you won't have any problems with me.......please Sir."

"Well, since I can trust you to do anything you're told I guess everything's okay," Trainer said, looking like a fox closing in on a rabbit. "Then if you'll do one more thing for me, I think we can wrap this up. Open your left eye as wide as you can and hold it like that for me," he stated as if he was ordering a pizza.

115 froze, he knew he had framed his own destruction. He had said that he would do anything he was told, and now Trainer had given him an order. God, anything but this!! But this is what Trainer had chosen, and if he was the slave he had told Trainer he would be, in order to avoid a terrible beating, his options came down to one..........obedience. He was crying and his body was shaking from fear again. Before he hadn't known what was going to happen, now he knew the Hell he was about to experience, and he was being asked to kindly help in the process..........make it easier on Trainer........DAMN...........FUCK.........SHIT............

Trainer could see the battle raging in 115, he was after all, in exactly the position Trainer had planned for him to be. He had said he would be obedient. Well, any slave could be obedient once, but would the slave obey again, knowing the pain that would accompany that obedience.........this was one of the true tests of a slave, and Trainer was watching intently. If 115 obeyed him, it could take months off his training time. Trainer knew this, that's why he had devised it for 112, 113, and 115. He waited, giving 115 a little time to decide.

"Well slave, I was hoping this could be a short session," Trainer said with some resignation in his voice, " but..........

"Yes Sir, my eye's open Sir, sorry if I made you wait Sir."

Trainer could hardly contain himself, he had to fight himself to keep from laughing with pleasure as he looked down at 115, whose left eye was wide open, even as the rest of his body was shaking in fear. Partly because he had to suppress his own good feelings right now, and partly because any lesson like this is better if it's drawn out a little, and partly because he was just a bastard, Trainer held the bottle and the dropper over 115's face for a little longer.

"Hold very still slave, I don't want to have to do this again," Trainer ordered, as 115 fought every impulse he had in his body to shut his eyes as tightly as he could. It took every ounce of strength he could muster to keep his eyes wide open for this sadist to torture him, but he knew he didn't have a choice, and fighting it would only make it worse. He had no alternatives.......he was a slave.........he understood Trainer now. As he strained to keep his eyes opened.......seeing the liquid falling towards them........he saw his future. His screams began again as the liquid burned it's way around his eyeball. His throat was so raw from screaming that he hadn't thought he could scream anymore.........he was sorely mistaken.........in Hell there are no limits on pain and screaming...............

Part 3

The day for the buyers finally came. Everything was ready, just as Trainer had assured the Doctor that it would be. The compound looked great, and so did the slaves. Each of them had worked on grooming each other under the watchful eyes of the Bosses. The three that had suffered through Trainer's tortures to make sure they were aware of how important their obedience would be during this day, all looked good. Each had experienced several more moments of terror as the Bosses had been dropping eye drops in their eyes for the past several days. The first couple of times each of the slaves was terrified that they were about to experience that pain again, but each one of them offered their eyes up to the Bosses when told to open wide and tilt their heads back. As soon as the cooling liquid hit their eyes they almost wept with relief, as for the Bosses they simply chuckled as they mimiced the commercial, "Murine, it gets the red out."

So all was ready, but as a final touch as the slaves were brought out to stand in front of their cages so the buyers could get up close and personal, Trainer gave a quick "ZAP" to all of them at the same time, from their collars. All ten of them grabbed their collars, but only got their fingers zapped as a result. All of them were screaming for a moment, then the charged ceased.

"Just a little reminder ladies that if anything, and I do mean anything, happens that I'm dissatisfied with, all of you will suffer. Do I make myself clear!?"

"Yes Sir," the slaves responded in unison as they got back in their positions. They had all received more training on how to present themselves to the customers. They were not wearing any restraints, partly as a show of their docility for the buyers, and partly because the restraints were a redundant precaution anyway with Trainer and all six Bosses there at the same time. There was almost a one to one ratio as it was, and with all the other advantages, none of the slaves thought there was any chance to do anything. The Doctor wanted his slaves to appear obedient, beautiful, and ready to please a Master, and Trainer had succeeded exceptionally well in each category even though he'd had some of them for less than two months. A lot of progress had been made, and it showed.

Trainer had met both of the buyers in the Doctor's office earlier that day. He smiled to himself now, knowing that these slaves were extremely apprehensive. They didn't know what to expect, but Trainer was pretty sure they were expecting what would be coming. He'd read enough porn to know that the prospective customer in the story was always a great looking hunk of a guy. He almost laughed out loud at the obsurdity of it. Why would a great looking hunk have to go out and spend a fortune to get a slave??? A great looking hunk could simply go to any leather bar and walk out with a slave.......free of charge. Trainer continued to smile to himself, as the Bosses began to wonder what was getting to him.

The first buyer, Buyer X, as he would be referred to, for only the Doctor knew the names of his clients, was a guy in his late forties, 5' 7", slightly balding and a little pudgy, but the Doctor had explained to Trainer that this computer geek was worth billions. He probably had a personal trainer, and exercised some, but he spent his real time in computer labs creating money, a lot of money. Now he wanted to spend some of it for his own entertainment, and the Doctor and Trainer were glad to help him in that endeavor.

The second buyer, Buyer Y, was in a little better shape, and was probably in his early fifties. A more intense kind of guy, the Doctor explained that he had made a fortune in the Market, and pulled most of it out prior to the crash. Now he was picking up sensational buys and increasing his billions. In short, he also had an itch to scratch, and he was hoping to find just the right toy to scratch it with. He'd always been the butt of jokes of more muscular guys, in high school and college, but when it came to the realm of business, he had few equals, now he could afford to buy some of those muscular guys and treat them any way he wanted, and the way he wanted to treat them was rough, very rough. So he found it more convenient to simply own them.

The procedure on the days that there were multiple buyers was that the first buyer to actually accept a date would review the slaves first and choose the two or three that might best suit his purposes. Then the second buyer to accept the date would review the slaves. If there was an overlap on the requests for personal time with the slaves they would occur in order of requests. On this date the buyers received their titles based on when they made the appointment. Buyer X would preview the slaves first, then Buyer Y. Then the buyer had the option of spending time with the slaves individually, or in any combination they chose. The Doctor found this system had worked well, and it helped to let the Buyers know that one of the other Buyers was previewing a slave before them. A little sense of urgency never seemed to hurt in the process.

When Buyer X came into the cell block, he found ten beautiful naked men standing in front of their cells in a position very similar to Parade Rest, except each of them was looking slightly downward. He could still see most of their faces, but they could not really see his face very well. Buyer liked the feeling he had coming into the room. He already owned several large homes, he had garages of cars, he even owned a race horse, but he had never felt quite like this before, and it was a feeling he thought he would come to like. The feeling of power that he now experienced with these ten slaves standing around him. The Doctor had told him that he was free to touch, examine or command the slaves in any way as he examined them. They were property, and he was the interested buyer. The Doctor also told him that a room would be made available to him where he could further examine the slave in privacy, and use the slave in pretty much any way he wanted. He was not allowed to harm the slave in any permanent way, since he didn't own it yet. All of this was making Buyer X hard while he was deciding which slaves he wanted to examine in private.

Buyer X moved up to 113 and told him to raise his face so he could see him better. 113 responded immediately, raising his face and looking straight forward. X was standing right in front of 113 and reached out and started squeezing one of his nipples. 113, who was looking straight through X, now looked into X's eyes. X could see the fear in his eyes, but there was something else........something........confusion, perhaps. But X wasn't confused, he was having fun. He reached down and cupped 113's balls in his hand, he liked the feel of them, though he hadn't decided yet if he wanted his slave to have balls. He knew was going to feminze his slave, but he didn't know to what degree yet. 113 only knew that since he had been wearing a ball weight almost constantly for well over a month, his balls were hanging lower than he had ever experienced, and his reward was having this man enjoy himself fondling them. He was determined not to cry, but it wasn't fair........it just wasn't.

"AAGGGHHHHH," 113 moaned as X squeezed his nuts more and more. X was impressed that 113 didn't try moving away at all, but took whatever he wanted to do to him. X liked that.

He moved next to 104. He loved the look of this one, his body was firm, but not bulky. He felt 104's cock and balls, letting his hand pause on his balls long enough to really give them a good squeeze. Soon 104 was moaning, but again, he didn't try to stop X in any way. Next, X moved behind 104 and told him to bend over, then inserted two of his fingers into this slave's ass. He liked the feel of it, and he was interested in sticking a good deal more in there.

X made the rounds, squeezing, pulling, slapping, poking, doing pretty much what he liked, and not one of the beautiful hunky men even lifted a finger in resistance. X decided this was the place he could probably find something. He told Trainer that he would like to have 113, 112, and 104 brought to his room for private inspections. He then went to that room to await the first slave. Trainer had good vibes from X, and made sure each of the slaves understood that they would be evaluated on how they handled themselves with this buyer.

When Y came into the room, he too found all ten slaves there, waiting for his selection. He was slower than X had been as he went around the room, he was also more sadistic. He handled each of them, remembering how guys just like this had bullied him in the past. Well not exactly like these, since he could do almost anything he wanted with these slaves, and not one of them would say a word in protest. He enjoyed squeezing the cocks and balls of almost all of them. Having some of them stand on tip toes and stretch their arms up as high as they could and then tickling them, knowing they weren't allowed to move from the position he put them in. He had two of them French kiss each other, just to humiliate them. He was unaware of the fact, that much more than that had been done to these slaves in the area of humiliation, but he made up for that as he gut punched about half of them, again knowing that they had to hold their positions. By the time he was ready to choose the slaves he wanted to inspect further, he was hated by every slave in the room.

When he got to 105 he saw a smoldering hostility in his eyes, just beneath the veneer of all that obedience which he responded to. He told Trainer that he needed to stop for a minute and use the restroom, and Trainer informed him that there was no reason he had to step away for that, he could simply use one of the slaves. Y was hoping for that response and turned to 105, and with steel in his voice told him to get on his knees. 105 obeyed, because he knew the consequences would be severe if he didn't, but he hated this man for what he was about to do. Y, staring into 105's eyes, pulled his cock out of his slacks, then waited until he was comfortable, leaving 105 there on his knees waiting with his mouth open. After a moment that Y found to be delicious he let his stream flow into 105's mouth. 105 began swallowing immediately and worked hard to make sure he didn't lose a drop of Y's piss, but Y moved his dick up and down at the end of his flow, wetting 105's face and chest. He held his position with piss dripping down from him, and Y liked what he saw. Finally, he chose 103 and 105 to be brought to his room for his further inspection.

He made a somewhat unusual request, but Trainer had learned not to be too surprised at the quirks of the customers. He wanted to have the slaves brought to his room at the same time, and since he wanted to be sure that there would be no problem he asked if one of the Bosses could actually be in the room with the slaves, instead of waiting just outside the door. Trainer said that could be arranged, and Y asked if it was possible for that Boss to be in the room, as he pointed to Holt. Holt overheard part of what was being said, but didn't move from his position until Trainer called him over.

As Y was going to the room prepared for him, Trainer motioned to Holt. "I want you to take 103 and 105 to our second guest's room. Stay in the room with the slaves and show Mr. Y every courtesy while he does his inspection." Holt was glad to do this since he was always trying to impress Trainer with his ability.

Part 4

113's forearms were secured together behind his back as Mr. X had requested, as he was led into Mr. X's room. He was nervous and emtionally confuses. He wasn't sure what he was hoping for. Did he want this man to take him, so he could get away from Trainer and the Bosses, but would it be any better with him. He just kept telling himself to do whatever he was told because he feared what Trainer would do to him if he didn't.

X was waiting in the room in a comfortable looking robe. 113 would like to have said that he cut a real figure of a man, but he would have been lying. He looked a bit ridiculous as he tried to give what appeared to be his best Brad Pit impersonation, but it came off more like an aging Phillip Seymour Hoffman, only 113 would not be the one to point this out to the man that could soon own him.

"Get over here," X ordered, and 113 quickly went to him, falling on his knees as he got next to him. X looked down at him enjoying the sense of power he had over this man. Power was something he was accustomed to, but it hadn't felt quite like this before. Maybe because the kind of power he had was more in the Board Room, when the kind he had always craved was more in the gym. This slave was naked, ready to do whatever he was commanded, and he could do anything he wanted with him. In fact, he could walk out of this place owning this man..........now that was a power he truly relished.

X slapped 113 hard across the face. 113 held his position, waiting for whatever this man chose to do. "Look up at me you bitch," he ordered, and 113 raised his face and looked straight into X's eyes. He was shocked when X took a small plastic tube out of his robe pocket, took off the lid, turned it a bit, and crimson red lipstick appeared. Then X put the lipstick on 113's lips, making sure it was done well. "Now you look a little more like the little slut you really want to be, don't you cunt," he asked 113?

"Yes Sir," 113 replied, "I'm just your little cunt, Sir."

"That's right bitch, but I can be nice to my bitch if she's nice to me........don't forget that." With that, X pulled out some garish clip on ear rings from the same pocket. He clipped the ear rings onto 113, who was becoming more and more uncomfortable by the moment. "I'm going to be buying a nice slave cunt today, and I'm going to dress her up like a real cunt as well. You think you're a big hunky jock, don't you bitch, but you won't be when I'm finished with you. You may remember being a jock, but it will only be a memory. I haven't decided about the operation yet, but you'll definity start hormone treatment and we'll make a few other adjustments. If I take you, you'll be my first, but not my last slave. The good Doctor is helping me take care of all those details, with his usual efficiency. Don't worry, I'm not crazy, I know you're not one of the hunks that humiliated me and made fun of me in the past, but you may well be the one that pays for it," X said with a hard tone in his voice.

113 was truly terrified. What could he do if this man chose to buy him? He didn't know what to say, so he just kept quiet, and let X talk.

"Stand up cunt," X ordered, while he viciously twisted 113's nipples, "and these will be made to be even more sensitive. I want to be able to breathe on them and drive you're little cunt crazy." As he got to his feet, X reached behind him on the bed and put a pair of women's high heel shoes in front of him. X went down on one knee, lifted 113's right foot, and put one of the shoes on. He then put the other shoe on his left foot. 113 was trying to stand in what had to be 5 or 6 ince heels.

"Now I know it takes awhile to master these, but if I buy you, you had better get used to wearing them. Walk a little in them for me bitch."

113 couldn't believe he was still standing, let alone trying to walk in these things. He felt completely off balance, but he didn't want to anger this man. If he left this man angry, Trainer would leave him bleeding. He took one or two very cautious steps. He quickly realized that his ankles weren't accustomed to the kind of stress these things caused. How in God's name did women walk around so casually in these torture devices. He'd only taken about a dozen steps when X ordered him to get on the bed, but leave the shoes on.

Focusing with all his effort, 113 made it to the bed. There he discovered it's hard to lie down in a bed with your arms tied behind your back, so he mostly fell onto the bed, face first. X was soon on top of him, kissing him, calling him a cunt, a bitch, reaching around him and grasping his nipples, pulling them, squeezing them. Then X rolled him over to his back so he could take his nipples in his mouth and began biting them, not gently, but savagely. 113 screamed in pain, hoping one of the Bosses would come in and put a stop to this. Little did he understand that the Boss was there in case Mr. X cried out, no one really cared what happened to one of the slaves.

While he continued to devour 113's nipples, X reached down and helped himself to the cunt's lovely balls. How often he'd wanted to take the balls of the bastards that humiliated him, well now he had a hunk's balls in his hands, and there was nothing this hunk could do about it.

"Would you like for me to stop biting those delicious nipples of yours bitch," he asked as he raised his head and looked into 113's face? 113 struggled with himself, knowing what he wanted to say to this bastard, and knowing what he had to say to him. Finally, breathing heavily to control the pain his balls were enduring, he said, "Please Sir, please, I want you to enjoy yourself and do whatever you desire. I'm here to please you in anyway I can," he finally choked out.

X laughed out loud, loving the submissiveness he found in this girl, she could be the one........she could be the one. "If you want to please me cunt, start using that mouth for something other than empty words..........pleasure me bitch."

113 had to struggle a little to get up enough to reach Mr. X's cock. He had been face down when X took off his bathrobe, so he was seeing it for the first time. Mr. X might be disappointing in some ways, but his cock was anything but, it was huge. How did this guy, this geek, get such a big dick. 113 knew he'd never get it all in his mouth, but he also knew that he'd try as hard as he could. He was a Sex Toy, and this guy was the one playing with him.

He brought his red lips to the head of Mr. X' cock and began to lick it. He kept licking for a little while, then began to lick his piss slit, pushing his tongue into it just a little as one of the Bosses had taught him to do. Then he took the head of his cock into his mouth, again using his tongue to bathe the corona around the base of the head. X moaned with delight, but instead of letting up his pressure on 113's nuts, actually squeezed a little harder.

"Pleasure and pain bitch, pleasure and pain, that's what a lot of this is about. My pleasure and your pain. Any problem with that cunt?"

"No Sir, no problem Sir," he gasped as he thought his balls would be crushed to nothing. He decided his only hope was to make X feel so good that he'd forget about his balls for a little while. He went to work on that cock. Licking it, swallowing it, deep throating as much as he could, feeling that enormous head press deep into his throat, but still not getting it all. That's when he noticed.........when he was deep throating X, X began to lay back a little more, moan with pleasure, and most important of all, began to release some of the pressure on his balls. That was all it took. 113 was all over that cock, coming down on it as hard as he could, ramming that head into his throat. It wasn't as bad because he was over X, so he was the one pushing down on the cock, he had a chance to control his breathing, but soon, let go of his balls and began pulling his head down further on his cock. Out of the frying pan, into the fire, 113 thought as he began to gag on X's cock.

"Take it all cunt, take it all! Get it good and wet because that's all I'm using to fuck you bitch," he said as he let go of 113's head long enough to soundly slap his face, then grabbed his hair again. Now he was setting the pace for 113, and it was getting harder to breathe, but there were no options for him except to suck, as deeply as he could.

Then X slapped him again and told him "to bite the bed and get his cunt in the air. NOW!!"

113 moved as quickly as he could, making his ass available for this man. If his hands had been free, he would have reached back and spread his cheeks apart for him, but X seemed to find the spot with little difficulty. In only seconds, 113 felt the sizable intruder pressing at the door of his ass. In only seconds more, the intruder was all the way in, causing 113 to scream again, this time deep and long. X realized that he enjoyed the screaming, so he pressed in as hard and quickly as he could. Then pulled out almost all the way, only to ram his well salivated cock back into that sweet hole. He enjoyed his houses, he enjoyed his cars, he enjoyed much of his life, but he knew that he was going to enjoy this aspect of his life more than most of the others. It fed an urge deep inside him, and gave him some peace with his past. If the price was the freedom of this little bitch, X was willing to pay it.

The two attained a kind of rhythm, X fucking as hard as he could, and 113 trying to take it without being split open. When X's breathing began to get a little more rapid, 113 hoped that it would soon be over, but it wasn't going to be that easy for him. As X neared his climax he reached around and grabbed 113's nipples again. He began to savagely pull, squeeze and twist them. 113 began to scream all over again, and that was the sound X wanted. Whoever went home with this monster, they would soon learn that he couldn't cum with one of his bitches, unless they were screaming in pain. 113 was so focused on the pain his tits were enduring that he was mostly unaware of X's final groans of pleasure, as he shot cord after cord of cum up this bitch's cunt. God he felt great. Maybe he'd take two..............

While Mr. X was getting ready for his next interviews, Holt was bringing 103 and 105 to Mr. Y's room. "Needless to say dick heads, you had better do everything this guy asks of you, and do it well, or you'll be answering to me." Both the slaves were terrified. 103 had been picked for an interview once before, but not sold, and this was the first time anyone had asked for 105. He just assumed most of these bastards were racists, but since he didn't want to become anyone's slave it was no loss to him. He was a bit surprised that this guy had asked for him. After he had used him as a toilet, 105 vowed he'd kill him someday. It seemed he'd made that vow a lot in the past few months, he hoped Allah would give him a chance to fulfill at least one of them.

Holt placed both of the slaves before the door and then knocked. "Come in," Mr. Y said from the otherside. Holt opened the door then led the slaves in while holding a shoulder of each.

"Thank you so much for your help with this Mr.........huh, what is your name Sir?"

"Holt, Sir, and I'm glad to help in any way. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised with both of these slaves Sir, they're both good sex toys."

"Well, I liked the look of them, and the feel," Y said as he reached down and took 103's ball sac into his one hand and 105's into the other. As he looked at each of them he began to squeeze those delicious orbs, watching as both slaves began to struggle with the pain, but each kept their position. Neither tried to pull away from him. "Tell me Holt, have you participated in the training of these two slaves?"

"Yes Sir, from the day each one was brought in Sir. We got them about the same time, and each has been in captivity for a little over five months. It's a good length of time Sir," Holt said, as if he were an authority on all aspects of training a slave, and not the new kid on the block around here with just over one year's experience. "In that amount of time, the slave settles into his captivity, calms down a bit, becomes a much more pliable animal."

"I see," Y responded as he continued to cause excruciating paing to both slaves. "Well, this won't be my first slave, but I'm getting bored with the one I have, and I thought an addition to the stable might prick my interest again. Speaking of pricks, both of these bois are nicely endowed. YOU!, he snapped at 103, on the floor on your back!" 103 jumped to comply with the order. "Now....YOU!, stradle your sister on the floor, putting your dick in his mouth and taking his in yours, but stay in push up position, don't lie on him."

In seconds 103 and 105 were in the position demanded by Y. "Now make sure each of you gets the other one hard and wet," and they did just that. Y too was enjoying the control he now had over these two beautiful specimans, but he was just playing with them for a minute. He had a special interest today, something he'd been thinking about that he thought could be a lot of fun for a good while to come.

As Holt retreated to stand by the door, present, but not too present, so that Mr. Y could enjoy his toys, Y dropped his robe exposing his very average body in this room of hunks and lying on his back on the bed. "Both of you up here, NOW!" he demanded, "get to work on my cock both of you. I want you to fight over being the one with my cock in his mouth, afterall, there could be a reward for the winner."

103 and 105 jumped to the bed, each getting on one side of Mr. Y, each bending down and each licking his cock at the same time. He was getting hard with all the attention, and he definitly liked the eye candy around the room. Each slave was struggling to lick his cock, and he loved that. Being this rich had it's pleasures, and this was certainly one of them. Money may not be muscle, but by God it was power, true power, because here he was with these muscled boys, and who was getting his dick sucked.........he was, and only him. No, between muscle and money, he'd take money anytime, he thought as he chuckled a little to himself.

As he lay there letting both slaves struggle to get at his dick, both of their faces now wet with saliva as each pressed is face against Y's soaking cock, but neither giving the other control. They'd been ordered to fight over it, and that's what they would do. In all the grunting and pushing, the taking the head for a minute, only to lose it to the other and struggle to get it back, Y was getting one of the best blow jobs he'd ever experienced. He could feel the explosion of cum building up in his ball sac, and decided he'd add a little wood to the fire.

"God, I'm about to shoot girls, and the one with the most cum in her mouth will get a reward. Get as much as you can, each of you, don't swallow a drop, any second...............yes............yes.......YES...........TAKE IT ALL BITCHES.........." he shouted as he began to erupt. He'd always been a big cummer, and this was big even for him. 105 had Y in his mouth when he began to shoot, and tried to keep him there, but after only a couple of cords of cum, 103 was able to squeeze his mouth over Y's head. He was rewarded with several more cords of cum, only to lose it again to 105. Neither of these men in their wildest imaginations had ever dreamed that they would be fighting over the privilege of letting a man cum in his mouth more than someone else's. The five months and made them slaves in more ways than they realized.

Finally, as Y began to relax, each slave held a good load of cum in his mouth, and each hoped he had more than the other. Holt found himself looking on the scene in disgust with both the slaves, but then he never thought very much about either one of them He wished this guy would buy them both and make room for some better stock, but he would never say anything like that. It wouldn't bother him if he never saw this rag head or spic again.

"Now, as a reward for such a nice job on me each of you can now cum."

Holt couldn't believe his ears........rewarding slaves and letting them cum???

"I want each of you to beat off while your looking into each other's eyes, but you must take turns cumming, because each of you will hold all the cum of the other in your mouth, with my cum. And to make it a little easier on you, each of you may deposit a bit of my cum on the other's hand to beat off with," Y found himself chuckling a little again as he saw the shock in both slave's eyes, along with the realization that they had better get busy and obey.

Each slave deposited a bit of Y's cum in the other's palm, then each began to beat off.

"Now let's make this a bit more interesting, shall we? When you're about to cum, let the other slave know it by slapping them in the face. That slave must then immediately get his mouth over the head, and only the head, of the other slave and take his cum. The first to cum will get a reward, but, and pay attention now," he said as he'd noticed each slave had started beating off, trying to get an edge on the other, "if you slap the other slave, you must start shooting by the time I count to three. I'll start counting as soon as you slap him, he must get his mouth on your cock head immediately, but you must come on the count of three. If you don't, you will be severly punished. Now, doesn't that all sound like some fun, so get at it."

They both knew that timing was going to be everything in this little game, and they also knew that each one wanted to cum first. Both slaves were stroking in earnest. Each had beautiful cocks, that Y was enjoying watching being stroked. Holt was impressed with this old guy imagination. It was actually getting kind of hot watching to see which one of these slaves could shoot in the other's mouth first.

"Don't forget, each of you must cum, and each of you must take the other's cum in his mouth. Cum on ladies, which one of you wants to win the prize," and with this he slapped both of them on their beautiful asses, causing each of them to jump in surprise. He liked the reaction so much he did it several more times. God, this was fun.

105 could feel himself getting close, but he also knew that he had to be very close to cum by the count of three. He could sense that 103 was also getting close, DAMN, he jumped again as this asshole slapped his ass again. All he could taste was this foul creature's cum.........focus........damn it..........focus........DAMN, keep you bloody hands off my ass, he thought.

Now! He was getting very close, just a little more, he could see 103 beginning to raise his hand, his shot out like a whip, slapping 103 hard across the face. 103 was furious, but knew he had to save that for later, he went down, taking 105's head into his mouth and heard the count.........1..............2...............3, AAAGGGGHHHHH........105 groaned as he came into 103's mouth just as Y said 3. He shot cord after cord of cum into this infidel's mouth. It felt wonderful to shoot into a warm wet hole.

103 was really mad, but there was nothing he could do except take 105's load. It wasn't like he hadn't sucked every other slave in the compound many times. All of them had, but he'd wanted to win. Almost as soon a 105 finished shooting, 103 raised up on his knees again and slapped 105 across the face. He may have used a bit more force than necessary, since he noticed a little cum dripping out of his mouth, but that was just too bad.

105 quickly dropped down onto 103's cock head, and Y had barely said "One," when he shot his very respectable load into 105's waiting mouth. 105 hated the taste of cum, didn't think he'd ever get used to it, and now he had two loads from two different men in his mouth. 103 shot several times so now both of them were almost literally dripping cum from their mouths.

Mr. Y was delighted, this was going better than he'd expected. "Holt, I wonder if I could ask a favor of you, I don't want to overstep my place, but you could really help me out here if you wouldn't mind."

"Certainly Sir," Holt responded coming over to the bed, "anything that I can do, I'd be more than happy to do for you."

"Well the thing is I want to watch each of these slaves being fucked. I'm lookinf for something in particular in their reaction, and I would be able to see that if I was the one fucking them. Could I impose upon you to be the one to do the honors, and I would especially appreciate it, if you could be particularly rough with them."

Holt smiled broadly and responded, "Mr. Y, I'd be glad to fuck them both to kingdom come if that's what you would like Sir."

"Oh excellent, that's really the spirit, and I appreciate that more than you know. I'll be sure to mention to the Doctor how helpful you were for me. Now since I want to see their face part of the time and also to hear them as they're roughly ridden, we'll let the one waiting hold all the cum for the other. Why don't we start with 105 there, afterall, he won the jack off race. Have him put all that cum into 103's mouth, and 103 will hold it while you take 105 for a little ride."

"I think you're a fucking genius if you don't mind me saying, Sir," Holt said with a little awe in his voice.

"Why thank you Mr. Holt, that's good of you to say," he says as 105 and 103 look at each other, knowing they've both been fucked, and are about to be fucked again.

"Get rid of that cum slave, 103 will gladly hold it all for you while you play with Mr. Holt," Mr. Y said while smiling at 105.

105 couldn't believe his ears, this sadist was as bad as Trainer in his own way, and he was interested in him, could his life get any worse. Oh wait, he was about to be fucked by the bastard Holt, yes, it could and would get worse. He moved over to 103, who lowered his head to receive the cum 105 was holding in his mouth. Then he saw Holt stepping out of the short leather pants he'd been wearing as part of his uniform that day.

"I wonder if you'd mind lubricating yourself with the saliva deep in the cunt's throat," Y asked Holt?

"Not at all Sir, sounds perfect," he responded has he pushed 105 to his knees and rammed his cock viciously into his mouth. He wasn't worried about hurting him because he could honestly say that the buy ordered him to make it rough. This was going to be fun. 105 was choking and gagging as Holt continued to ram his cock in and out of his mouth. He didn't expect any mercy, and wasn't disappointed. Holt rammed his cock deep into his throat, pulling up a lot of phlegm on his cock head each time he pulled out. It felt great, and he was going to really enjoy this. He hated both these slaves, and now, under orders from an important customer, he was going to fuck them raw.

He continued to slick up his cock for a few more minutes..........tears were rolling down 105's face from the gagging and choking on Holt's cock. 105 hated being faced fucked, but he especially hated it when the guy was uncut, like Holt. It reminded him that it was an infidel's cock in his mouth, and was particularly unclean because of the foreskin. But there was nothing he could do about any of this now except struggle not to choke to death on it.

Finally, Holt was satisfied that his cock was slick enough for his own pleasure, he didn't give a shit about the slave's pleasure. He pulled out and slapped 105 viciously across the face. "Now get up, turn around, face the our customer, and grab your ankles, dick wad."

105 got into position, and Y had a wonderful view. This was exactly what he wanted. He was already being rewarded by looking into 105's hate filled eyes. That's what always did it for him. He expected the submission, but he relished the fact that the slave still had a fire of hatred in him, that he hated what was being done to him. He was only submitting because there was no other choice, literally. That's what excited Y, it always had, and that's what he wanted in a slave. He saw it in 105.

Holt began to ride 105 hard. He slapped his ass, but it was also his running monologue of abuse that was having an effect on 105.

"Do you want to be my little boi cunt," Y asked 105 with a smile on his face, "do you?"

"Answer the gentleman you piece of shit," Holt roared from behind while slapping his ass with his hand. "Answer him, rag head, tell him what a good little boi cunt you could be."

105 wanted to rage to both of them that he would see them in Hell, but he knew he couldn't. He was ready to die in the attempt to kill any of these bastards.........especially Holt, whom he hated more than the others, but he couldn't. A week after he was captured the Doctor had him brought in for a private conversation. That was when 105 learned that the Doctor was watching 105's younger brother. Even said he might have an interested party for him. 105 had begged him not to take his brother, he was all his parents had left now that he was gone. It would kill them if both of their sons disappeared. The Doctor had told him as long as there was no real problem with him obeying the orders given him, he would forego his brother, but if he proved to be a problem, if he was difficult and disobedient, then the last thing he would see before being sold to a male brothel in Indonesia where he would be fucked to death, literally, would be his younger brother coming into his former cage, to take his place. It wasn't just him, it was his brother's life he was fighting for. He would hate these men, but he would not disobey them, they could use him as they liked, his brother was safe.

Holt knew nothing of all of this, all he knew was he really enjoyed this slave's ass for some reason. The way his buttocks seemed to press around his dick, and gave a slight pull as he withdrew, he wondered if 105 was even aware of what a great fuck he was.

As for Y, he couldn't be more pleased, the tension he could see in 105's body as he submitted to this fucking was beautiful to behold. He was a raging bull that was bending over for this lesser man to have him any way he wanted. Y found himself wondering what the Doctor had that was controlling all this rage. He suspected it wasn't just the collar, because 105 looked to him as being capable of grabbing someone and screaming, "Take us both, you bastards!!" And letting the explosion of the collar take him and whomever he latched onto, and from the looks of it, he thought that might be Holt. He laughed to himself at how things work out sometimes.

During all this, Holt had been ramming 105's ass unmercifully. He was close to cumming, but wanted to show his deference to Mr. Y. "I'm getting close Sir, is there any special way you want this?"

"Fill him up Mr. Holt, let the faggot know that until he's allowed to clean out, he'll be carrying your seed in him, like the little boi cunt he is."

The rage boiled in 105, but the only thing most would see were a few tears as he was once again humiliated beyond words by infidels. This bastard was right, just knowing that he would be carring this man's seed around inside of him for the rest of the day was worse than the fucking itself. Which was getting pretty bad. 105 was moaning now from the pain radiating from his asshole. He couldn't remember a more painful fucking, and still this bastard kept ramming his cock deep inside him. Then he began to feel it. Holt's cock was beginning to expand slightly.........he'd shoot soon.

"YES........YES........TAKE IT YOU CUNT.........TAKE IT ALL," Holt shouted as he slapped 105's ass on both sides at the same time while shooting his cum deep inside him. He shot again and again, slapping, shouting, shooting, until finally he felt he'd shot his load. He'd almost forgotten that Y wanted him to fuck 103 as well, and he hoped he'd saved enough for him. He didn't want to disappoint Mr. Y.

"Now you've found you're true calling in life boi cunt," Mr. Y said, "you're the cum dump of a real man. Now tell me clearly slave, what are you?"

105 looked this monster in the face, and with a reignation in his voice that was unbelieveable to Y, responded, "I'm a cum dump Sir...........I'm a cum dump for real men...........I need to have the seed of a real man deep inside me Sir," he said with tears streaming down his face. As Y looked at him he wondered, what or who are you protecting? He was a pretty good judge of character, and he would bet a considerable part of his sizable fortune that something other than this collar was keeping this boi in line. But he also decided that he didn't care what it was, he simply loved the effect.........this was a beautiful slave, and he knew he wanted to own him.

"Now boi, you need to go over to 103, and hold all the cum for a while so he can enjoy Mr. Holt's attentions. But first, get on your knees and kiss Mr. Holt's gracious cock and thank it for the wonderful service it did for you by filling you with it's seed."

105 found himself praying, not this man Allah, please not this man, as he crawled over to Holt, look up into his face, then kissed his dick and thanked it for filling him with a real man's seed. Holt chuckled and responded to 105, "Well on behalf of my cock, think nothing of it, we'll be glad to fill you up anytime........maybe even again later tonight," he said grimly. Causing 105 to look up at him again in fear.

"Hurry up cunt, get your mouth filled with cum from your sister there," Y ordered, I want to see how 103 responds to the ministrations of our Mr. Holt here."

105 crawled over to 103 since he hadn't been told it was okay to get up, and lowered his head to receive the loads of cum he was holding in his mouth. Then 103 crawled over to Holt where his throat was filled with Holt's cock. Holt didn't hate this spic as much as he did the raghead, but he disliked him enough to make this a particularly unpleasant experience for him.

Once again, Y wasn't disappointed with the performance, and when it was over, he'd made his decision. He was ready to talk with the Doctor.

Part 5

The Doctor met with each buyer individually to find out what their interests and decisions were. He negotiated with each of them, though he knew he was going to have to meet with Mr. Y another time before things could be finalized. He took each of them to the door of the compound and thanked them for their interest, then he got down to the work required to finish out this very long day. He told Trainer that each of the Bosses could take their pick, based on senority, of the slaves for that night as a reward for all their hard work over the past few days. He specified since Holt was the most junior Boss he would need to watch the slaves for the night (as they never went completely unattended), but he could have his pick the following night as his reward.

Then the Doctor told Trainer to be in his office at 9:00 in the morning because he wanted to let him know what the buyers were interested in. Trainer was a little surprised because they usually did that the same day, but it had been a long day, and he figured the Doctor had his reasons. He assured him he would be there, ready to go in the morning.

And that was the case, the next morning was a beautiful day, and Trainer felt great. He felt everything had gone about as well as it could, and he was anxious to hear what the Doctor had to say. The Doctor though seem thoughtful, not as celebrative as Trainer thought he would be after a good showing, maybe it hadn't gone as well as he thought, but how could he have misread it that badly.

Finally, after they had settled in, the Doctor began filling him in. "First, I want you to know how pleased I am with your work over the past few months. We've been experimenting with some new ideas, and I know it hasn't been easy. This work never is, fun maybe," he chuckled a little, and Trainer was glad to hear it, "but never easy. Second, we're going to have to make a tough decision today, and I want you to really give it some thought because it may affect you more than me, and I want you're honest opinion as we decide."

Trainer was delighted to hear that the Doctor really wanted his opinion and help in making a decision. That was exactly the way he wanted this relationship to go, but he was at a loss as to how selling a slave could be a tough decision.

"Mr. X has decided that he wants 104. He also really enjoyed 113, but he's just getting started with this, so he only wants to take one. I've referred him to a good man to manage his Toy for him and keep him available for his use. He's in the Seatle area most of the time, so he'll set up a place there and one in Costa Rica where he has another large home. He does have a number of special requests. He wants 104 feminized to a pretty extensive degree. I've told him there's no problem with that, and that we can handle most of it here in house, but it will take time, especially the breast implants. He says he's willing to give us the time we need to do a good job for him. One of the things I want you to do right away is require that 104 wear these at least eight hours a day. With that, the Doctor handed Trainer the high heals that he had worn for Mr. X when he was being interviewed by him. I want him not only to be able to walk in these, I want him to be able to walk seductively. I want him to feminize his walk and his manners completely. Can you do that for me?"

"You bet, Doctor," Trainer replied, "I'll have him swaying in these in no time. Just how far are we going to go.......castration.........sex change?"

"Well some of that is still being worked out with Mr. X, and he'll be making those decisions as we go along. I can tell you the base price we agreed on is $875,000. I figure with the surgical extras we'll be looking at just under a million by the time we're done. In short, I'm very pleased with that transaction, but I don't want to dawdle getting him delivered. That cage could be holding new product, so I want us to stay on it."

"No, it's Mr. Y that is posing a bit of a problem. He already has a small stable, and wants to add to it, but his request is a bit unusual, as are his tastes, but he's rich enough to have pretty much whatever he wants. He wants 105 with his first choice, but if he can't have his first choice he's going to walk on everything right now."

"I don't understand, so his first choice is 103, what's the problem with that. He can have them both if the price is right."

"Oh the price is right, but 103 isn't one of his choices. He wants Holt."

"You mean he wants to hire Holt to manage his stable, that's not exactly a new problem. We've lost several pretty good men to some of our buyers as we've helped them set up their own stables. I kind of hate to lose him, because I think he has some real potential, but I can find a replacement, afterall, I found all these guys."

"No, he wants Holt as a slave," the Doctor said flatly. "He wants Holt to be enslaved, trained and readied for him. He's willing to wait enough time to accomplish all that if we decide we're willing to do this. However, there are problems with this and I'm not sure it's something we should do."

Trainer was stunned. In the years he and the Doctor had been working together this had never come up. He began to wonder why not, because he now realized that his Bosses were every bit as desirable as many of the slaves. But the idea of the Bosses being sold could ruin their ability to find men to work for them. Who would risk working in a place where they could be enslaved at any time? "The problems are obvious, and the effect on the other Bosses could be devastating," he said.

"You're exactly right, no if we were to do this, it would have to be done in such a way that none of the other Bosses would never know it happened. I've had some ideas on it, but first we just have to decide if it's worth our time to go down that road at all."

"Did ya'll discuss a price for him," Trainer asked?

"We didn't really discuss it, he made a flat offer, 2.25 million for Holt, another million for 105, if you can make an alpha slave out of him. He wants them as a pair. He can tell they truly hate each other and he wants to use that for his enjoyment. It's actually twisted enough for me to even like it," he said smilingly, "but that doesn't solve our problems. By the way, the problems might be worth it to you, your share of the sale of Holt would be just over one million dollars."

The Doctor let that hang in the air for a minute. "On the two of them it would come to just over 1.5 million. It's a bigger cut than usual because it's going to be more difficult than usual, and you're going to be the one handling a lot of that difficulty. Just thought you'd like to know that while you mull the whole thing over."

With the higher prices and the larger share, it was well over twice as much as he would normally make on a good sale. The Doctor definitly had his attention.

"The other part, is that this buyer could be a significant customer for years to come. In the long run, catering to his tastes could make us millions more. It sounds like a lot of money to most people, and it is, but the guy that refered him to us told me he spent more than that on his daughter's sixteenth birthday party. You know our clients are among the richest people in the world, the question becomes are we willing to cater to his more unusual tastes and requirments."

Trainer was thinking about all of this. The money would be great, and would put him in a much better position to buy into the business, but he kind of liked Holt, and wasn't sure he wanted to do this to the guy. "How would we do this, we'd have to find another place to train him, and the other Bosses could never know about it, not even a hint of it."

"What I was thinking is that we could use the old part of the compound where you and I started well over a decade ago. The space is still there, it's easily sealed off from the rest of the compound, it would be close enough to get in and out of quickly, but would still be very private. Between the two of us we could keep a pretty close eye on it. You might hire one guy for this special operation then let him go when we're finished, so he never has any contact with any of our other people. I mean we'd have to give it some thought, but it's doable if we decide we want to."

Trainer was impressed with what the Doctor said. He'd obviously given this some thought. "Did he say why he wanted 105 trained as an alpha slave?"

"Well it seems what he wants to do is to have 105 be Holt's keeper. He's counting on the hate between the two of them providing him with a great deal of pleasure. Holt will have to submit not only to Mr. Y, but to 105 as well, the degradation and humiliation alone is something Y seems to like getting off on. A side benefit in all of this is that 105 would probably be so glad to be able to make Holt's life a living Hell, he'd settle into his own life as a slave. He'd probably submit to anything Y wanted just to be able to get his hands on Holt regularly. I'd been worried about 105, but this might solve that problem nicely."

"Do you want to take a few days to think about it. I told Mr. Y I'd get back to him by the middle of next week, so you've got a few days."

"I don't need a few days," Trainer responded in a professional tone, "our business is providing Sex Toys to our clients, we have a customer ready to pay us a premium on two Toys, it's a little more difficult, hence the premium payment. When do you want me to take Holt?"

"Let me work on a cover story for a day or so, you check over your list of prospective employees, decide on one and get him to get that old space up to par. I don't see any reason why Holt shouldn't be in a cage by mid week, do you?"

"No Sir, not at all, I'll get on it right away."

"One other thing, I don't want Holt to have a number like the other slaves. I don't want any questions from any of our people who notice we've apparently skipped a number. What do you suggest?"

"Well," Trainer said with a little smile on his face, "Holt's favorite beer is a Mexican beer called 'Dos Equis,' it means Double X or more simply XX. Why don't we just call him that, XX?"

"Your sense of humor never ceases to surprise and delight me," the Doctor chuckled. Let's touch base on Monday, but we're agreed, we're scheduled to have him caged by Wednesday."

"Sounds good to me, Doctor,"

Oddly enough, the object of their conversation was at that moment deciding which slave he would use to pleasure himself with as his reward for a job well done when the buyers were there. If he only knew how much he had pleased one of those buyers, he'd be running for his life to get as far away as possible, but as it was, he went on living his life pretty much like all of us do..........oblivious of the future.

I hope you enjoyed some of the twists in this chapter, and thanks for all the positive feedback. I continue to enjoy hearing from you guys, and I continue my search for a true slave.