Slave for Hire

Slave for Hire

Julian Hurt

The following story is fiction. Any resemblance of the four main characters or their situation and actions is purely coincidental. However, some scenarios and minor characters are literary expansions and embellishments of real-life situations or episodes. The story involves sexually explicit erotic intergenerational events involving domination and submission between an under-aged dominant male, his older essentially no-limits hired slave, and two other adults. It is often brutal, abusive, humiliating, and involves most forms of raunch and on occasion borders on incest. However, everything in the story is fully consensual. If you are offended by such material or are too young or live where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In this story the primary characters are HIV- and other STD-negative and have agreed to bareback. All rights are reserved under US and International Copyright Law. Send comments and suggestions to the author dad2own@hotmail.com

CHAPTER 1.

I'm 45 years old and have a long history of gay BDSM bottoming in play, dungeon sessions, and once was owned by an older Daddy. I have built a reputation as a pig bottom who can take lots of pain and torture, and other than serious damage don't have many limits in kinky play sessions.

Until about 11 months ago I held a low six-figure executive job, but as the economy tailspun and my company contracted, despite years of strong performance I found myself unemployed, pounding the pavement to get a job, and only able to find menial janitorial or other shit-labor jobs, and then they would say I am over-qualified. I was prepared to down-size a lot and scale back my aspirations, but after months of hard work seeking new employment that had something to do with my experience and talent, I was getting desperate. Despite my once high earnings, my savings had been low, but I had managed to be debt-free except for my mortgage. Both my savings and my unemployment were soon to run out.

When I get depressed about my situation, I take refuge in various gay BDSM sites. Recon, and others. Today I am very down as I log into The Slave Register web site and begin to look at the personal ads.

But before I do, I update my profile there. I'm pretty happy with it, no need to change location, contact IDs or e-mails, or physical description. My old profile description essentially says, I'm a bottom and would like to be in a Daddy/boy or Master/slave situation.

Impulsively I add, "I've been unemployed through no fault of mine because of the economic down-turn, my money and benefits are running out, I would consider becoming a House Boy if it could help me get my life back together." I post the revisions.

Updates done, I decide to look at the TSR personal ads. Since I am bottom, I first look at the ads of Masters/Tops wanting to own slaves/subs. I always enjoy those, seeing what sorts of Top trips people want to impose on bottoms. I always have found erotic those who say they want to own a Real Slave. But most of them go on to say they don't want to support any losers, so the slave they want will work in a job and turn their paycheck over.

I never have viewed that as more than pretentious. If you want a 24/7 slave, you bloody well better be able to afford one!

The nerve of all these wanna-be supposed Masters wanting to own slaves they can't afford.

I think about how little respect I have for those self-styled Masters who show their ineptitude at every opportunity. I am member of several of the premier gay BDSM clubs that put on annual play events. But my best bottoming events were not at these premier runs. The now defunct NY Renegades used to have terrific runs out at the Valinor estates.

That is where I first encountered Andrew (none of this "Master" or "Sir" shit for him, he was just Andrew).

I had gone to that run as bondage top to my bondage-pig boy friend, and we had done a lot of spectacular suspension and other bondage including one where I had him strung 15 foot up in a tree, his ankles and wrists locked to a spreader bar, but with quick-releases for his wrists. At a certain point I pulled the releases and he flipped from folded like a hanging sandwich to being inverted spread-eagle.

Anyway, when not topping the bf I was in the dungeon and Andrew was the center of attraction. He was, I think, the most dramatic and dynamic and captivating percussion Top I ever have watched. You were spread-eagles in the hands but free at the ankles so you could jump in pain but never really escape his torture.

Andrew didn't give a shit about any of the leather drag garb. He just wore boots, nondescript clothes, almost frumpy (well he is an ex-monk), but he would lay into you with various floggers, stamping on the wooden floor hard in rhythm when the flogger hit you. When your back was well-warmed then he would take the single-tail and do precision 45 degree slices, well patterned and closely spaced. You would just fade into subspace heaven. I was mesmerized with Andrew's performance and let him work me over like the others.

Then I think of Joel. Big, lumbering, overweight, waddling, prone to wear cop uniforms who is a regular at one of the club's annual event that I attend. He styles himself a single-tail whip artist, but I think he is an incompetent butcher. His approach is to slash back and forth horizontally, just lacerating the bottom's back. A true single-tail artist like Andrew knows the trick is to pop the cracker just on the surface of the skin, so as to cut the surface, draw a bit of blood but not swipe skin back and forth like plowing a field as Joel does.

Bottom as I am, I have become very retiring in the sense that I am very picky who I will let top me. I would never bottom to Joel.

Andrew is another thing. Since that first encounter, some years ago, he went on to do the same to me multiple times, including a memorable New Years in Gramercy Park, NY, where percussion was combined with 3 bottles of Veuve Clicquot champagne, truffled pƒt‚ and other delicacies. Another time he single-tailed me in the Lure leather bar.

My last time with him, I was caned with a thin Lexan cane more than 50 strokes--the most intense torture I have experienced and the deepest I ever have gotten into bottom space. I simply did not care whether he continued to cut me with the thin cane or stopped. It literally was no concern of mine. It took about six weeks to fully heal.

So, I guess you can see that when I respect a Top, I can go into deep subspace and take about as much as anybody. But I am unwilling to sub like that to a Top I do not respect.

CHAPTER 2

I'm looking through the Slave Register advertisements when I get a memo that simply says, "Check out Profile 'YoungMaster4PaidRealLifeSlave'."

I respond "Yes, Sir," but get back in response the message, "Do it NOW! Then he messaged me back "QUICKLY! boy."

I do it, and I find a profile completely lacking any personal information. But my heart races when I read the profile description:

"I am agent for a young sadistic gay Master seeking to own a REAL SLAVE long-term who will be handsomely remunerated for his submission.

"By a real slave is meant: 24/7/365 no limits ownership: Total transfer of all control of the slave's life to the Young Master without exceptions or hesitations. Severance of all ties to others. The only real limit is that you well be viewed as valuable property to be taken care of and your value as owned slave property WILL be protected. There will be checks and balances to ensure this is the case.

"The successful slave candidate will have his entire life controlled: no freedom or rights. Objectification, humiliation, dehumanization, and obedience training will be relentless. You will constantly be humiliated by your Young Master. The only dignity allowed you will be your ability to handle total domination, use, and abuse. You will be locked in permanent chastity. Total Ass Invasion (TAI)--meaning your ass will be plugged, holding an enema, fisted/dildoed, or fucked 24/7/365. You will be under physical restraint at all times. Frequent heavy punishment. Dungeon torture sessions. Young Master is a bully who will always want more than you are able to deliver, and punish you for your failings.

"You must be disease free and in good health.

"This contractual ownership is for an initial term of 6 years with no escape allowed. So be certain this is how you want to spend the next six years of your life. Possibility of subsequent continued remunerated servitude. Full medical and life insurance benefits. Outside employment forbidden. This is total commitment slavery. Generous financial remuneration will be put into investment trust for the slave.

"I will screen applicants and determine which ones might be appropriate for the Young Master to select.

"Respond with an e-mail to Pimp4YngMaster@h*tmail.com giving full particulars as to your physical and mental being; prior experience serving, being owned, or BDSM play; essay detailing why you think you would be an appropriate slave, any limits you might have (be aware they could eliminate you in the first-pass screening, so be cautious but frank here)."

My heart skips a few beats. I am intrigued, and wonder if this could be an answer to my employment and financial concerns.

Hmm, I think, if he is like Andrew I could actually enjoy being a paid slave. But if Joel, no way Jos‚.

I am mulling it over when I get another message: "Stop fucking around. Are you interested or not?"

Nervously I respond that I am not ready to apply but that I would like to explore the possibility further."

I hope that satisfies him, but he comes back, "You little worthless piece of shit. Get serious about this. None of your crap."

"Yes, Sir."

"So what is holding you back?"

Flustered I stammer back, "Would Sir explain the slave requirements and the remuneration details?"

"Yes, but not here. In a person-to-person interview. Tomorrow noon at the Blue Parrot Lounge. I'm not treating, you are. And I want your application information tonight. When you get to the Blue Parrot, just tell them you are the slave applicant."

He logs off.

He sure is aggressive and dominating, but hey that is what I like as sub. I mull it over and decide to keep the appointment.

CHAPTER 3

First thing I do is work on my application: I detail how I am a very experienced BDSM bottom, indicating the range of things I have done including my experiences with Andrew. I make it clear that for a skilled Top I will endure most anything, but I have no use for unskilled butcher tops like Joel. I mention that I am 45, in good health, no medical issues, disease-free (and want to remain that way). I tell him my mental health is good but this unemployment is getting me depressed, but nothing economic security would not redress.

I am tempted to talk about my employment skills, but realize they are irrelevant to this slave position. Instead I write about how, at age 21, I became boy to an older, strict, controlling Daddy who liked to punish me and use me a lot and how I responded to it. I also detail the range of my SM bottom experience, including the fact that I am comfortable with piss, but when it comes to shit and other raunch I only have experimented with smearing and eating my own, that it is not something I really want, but that it is not a limit. (Unlike my vanilla job-seeking resume, these were the relevant "prior job experience.")

The only limits I mention are health, absence of permanent or crippling injury, don't want markings or disfigurations that would compromise post-slavery employment prospects.

I mention that I have no family to speak of or that I care about (I am an only child and both parents are deceased, and no other close relatives) and so removal from contact with the outside world is not an impediment to remunerated ownership.

I have no idea what the remuneration would be, but for now I just want to do an honest application that gives me a chance in tomorrow's interview.

I send off my application, and then have a fitful night of attempted sleep. It feels like I didn't sleep a wink, but the time passes too fast for that to be the case.

I get up several hours before the scheduled noon lunch interview. I agonize over how to dress. The Blue Parrot is a pretty up-scale gay restaurant and bar. For a normal job interview I would be in a pinstriped suit, but this is a slave interview. Finally I opt for a pair of crisp designer jeans, a dressy black Perry Ellis tight shirt with sleeves considerably shorter than the normal tee that allow my two upper arm tattoos to peak out, and a pair of dress loafers without socks.

I enter the Blue Parrot exactly at noon, indicate I am the slave applicant, and am led to a discrete remote table where sits a man somewhat younger than me and dressed in a custom suit that must have cost five bills. He motions me to sit and I do.

"Your application was acceptable," he said without introducing himself.

I stammered a thank you and waited for him to take the lead.

He said that he had already ordered for both of us so that we could focus on the interview, adding that if you get this slave position you will have no say on what or when you eat.

With that opening, no way would I take the lead without instruction in this interview. This is really weird. In vanilla job interviews you expect to have opportunities to sell yourself, to take some control over the interview to make them want to hire you. Instinctively I sense that would be completely the wrong move here. This is more like a cattle auction than a job interview! So I remain silent waiting his next move. I wait perhaps five minutes.

I'm going to lay out the situation. Don't interrupt or say a thing until I give you permission to talk. There is no room for discussion. I'm going to make you a "Take It or Leave It" offer. I expect a decision before we end this delightful luncheon. If you take it you will have one month to get your affairs in order, including divesting yourself of possessions, and report for slavery. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good boy. I'm glad you know your place, boy."

I remained silent waiting for him to continue in charge. After all, this is a slavery interview. There are so many questions I am dying to ask, but instinctively I know to do so would be inappropriate. And I am desperate for this "handsomely remunerated" job despite not knowing what it really is about.

He continues, "I like the fact you are submissive and are keeping your mouth shut. This might work out."

I'm pleased that he appreciates my reticence. Nevertheless I wait anxiously.

After a bit he begins, "This is not about me. It is about my gay son. He is about to turn 13, is sexually very precocious, went through early puberty and already is well endowed."

I nod.

"Simply put: my son is a bully. He has been kicked out of several elite private schools for his abuse of other kids. I have given up on him being viable in schools so have hired a Home-Schooling teacher full time for him.

"But this doesn't address his aggression and need to dominate and abuse. I discussed this with him a while back, and he gave me a most surprising response: 'For my 13th birthday, hire me a gay slave I can do what I want to. Then I can channel my bullying productively.' I was astonished at the brazenness of his proposal, but the more I thought of it in the next days and weeks, the more reasonable it seemed to me."

I gulped and said, "So this job is to be slave to an out of control almost teen?"

"He will be a teen when you begin your slavery."

This is fucking weird, I think. A father pimping for a slave for his 12 year-old son. But I am desperate for a job, so I decide to not bail. Instead I ask, about the remuneration and benefits arrangements and other conditions.

"The deal is simple. You will be an indentured slave for a minimum of six years with my Son as your de facto owner--until my son is ready for college. It essentially will be no-limits slavery except for avoiding significant lasting injury and body modifications that would compromise post-ownership employment viability. Every 10 days, you will be inspected by a kinky physician to make sure your abuse does not cross those lines. If it does, I will stomp on my son. You will have no living or personal expenses, full medical insurance, a million in life insurance."

"What about remuneration?" I asked.

"Very simple. You will receive, after taxes, $4000 a month. You will not have access to it during the six-year slavery term, but it will be invested into a high-yield investment account with guarantee that your assets never drop below the deposited amounts. That is a minimum of $288,000 clear after taxes."

I gulp. I think about how, when I was earning my six-figures, I was lucky to cover expenses and not have credit-card debt. What do I really have to show for all of my high earnings? A $150,000 principal left on my mortgage, no real debts, and no employment prospects.

Still, I am concerned about the prospect of a barely 13 year-old owning me as an essentially no-limits slave. So I ask, "Sir, could you tell me a bit more about your son and the arrangements?"

"What do you want to know?"

I'm concerned that I not end up with a 13 year old Joel beating me up for six years, so I ask, "Well, does he have the proper skills for bondage, whipping, electro and so on?"

"I am bisexual. Before I married his mother, I was active in the gay BDSM world. Even belonged to the Scorpions. I became a skilled switch. But I gave it up because I wanted to raise a family. My wife knows about all of this. At the beginning I will mentor him and teach him the skills he needs. He can practice on you under my supervision until he is skilled. Then he will be essentially unsupervised."

This is fucking unbelievable. I just sit there stunned when he says, "I assume you have some other questions, boy."

"Well, you said he is a bully. Is he sane? Dangerous? Should I fear him?"

"He probably could be brutal, but I think the training I am planning will temper that somewhat. Plus, there are checks and balances to protect you, and you will be very well remunerated and kept healthy."

He went on, "I have made an addition to the house for him that will be his living and Slave Quarters. It has a cell, cages, bondage table, St. Andrew's cross, and all the toys he could want to use on you. However, he understands that he can display you in any part of the house or grounds that he wants to. His Mother and I are quite content with our gay son having his slave live with us."

I cannot believe this, and I guess show my incredulity.

"I expect he will be nasty and cruel to you. I will protect you from lasting injury, but you need to expect to be beat up a lot, raped, and abused. That is why I am being so generous in my financial offer.

"But you need to understand that there will be no backing out once it begins. There will be a binding service contract and it will have a provision that if you bail before the end of your six-years servitude, you will surrender all remuneration and investment income based on it. This will be as close to indentured servitude or real slavery as current law allows, and it will be extremely punitive for you to not complete your six-years ownership."

I gulp, trying quickly to fathom the implications of this. It is a lot of money--though at 24/7/365 for 5 years with no overtime makes it come to only $5.50 an hour after taxes so maybe $9 an hour gross--something that doesn't register at the time.

I say, "I am very seriously interested in the proposition. But I have one big concern. He is almost 13, the age of consent here is 16. What protection do I have that I will not go to jail for statutory rape?"

"Your vulnerability is no greater than mine for arranging this set-up. ... Shall we say that I have lots of influence in high places, have an excellent legal staff, and I am certain neither you nor I will suffer legal consequences from the arrangement."

"That is reassuring. So what's the next step? An interview with your son to see if he selects me among other applicants?"

"Your application was the only one I found suitable. Since I want to give my son his slave on his 13th birthday, I can't wait for other possible applicants. I'm offering you the position."

"Can I see the contract?"

He opens a brief case and hands me the contract. I begin to read it. It is pretty straightforward:

"Agreement of Servitude

"In exchange for after-tax income of $4000 monthly to be invested soundly, and with the understanding that in no case will the amount be less than $288,000 at the end of the contractual period, I _________________ agree to six years of 24/7/365 servitude.

"During that period, the undersigned, hereafter known as the servant, willingly and voluntarily assigns any and all rights to its free will and to its physical person to THE MASTER or his delegates in this contract for an uninterrupted period of six full years as stated in the terms established in this Agreement Of Servitude. THE SERVANT will acknowledge and always accept the status of inferiority its existence and name implies.

"THE SERVANT now surrenders all rights and privileges automatically upon the execution of the Agreement, and all rights and privileges are under the absolute and total control of THE MASTER or his delegates for or the duration of this contract.

"Power of Attorney: A trust will be set-up in THE SERVANT'S name to manage his earnings and whatever assets he brings with him. That trust will be responsible for all IRS and other reporting and taxation requirements of those assets.

"Total Domination: THE SERVANT accepts that THE MASTER or his delegates has absolute power to do with the slave as THE MASTER or his delegates sees fit so long as there is not lasting or permanent damage to his person.

"Protection of the Servant: THE SERVANT will undergo inspections by a licensed physician every 10 days to determine that conditions of servitude are not endangering the physical well-being of THE SERVANT in any manner of lasting or sustained harm. Should danger of such harm be indicated by said inspection, the physician has absolute authority to intervene to protect the health and well-being of THE SERVANT.

"No Free Will: THE SERVANT will for the duration of this contract surrender its free will and THE MASTER or his delegates will punish accordingly for any expressed or perceived exhibition of free will. All commands by THE MASTER or his delegates are to be quickly obeyed and strictly followed without question, hesitation or reaction.

"No Physical Rights: THE SERVANT'S physical person is now the leased property of THE MASTER for the duration of this contract. THE MASTER or his delegates may alter THE SERVANT'S external physical appearance to meet required standards as he sees fit and such modifications might include shaving, branding, piercing, tattooing, hair removal, tooth removal, and the installation of permanent chastity devices among other practices provided such modifications do not disadvantage the Servant's employability after the conclusion of this contract. THE MASTER may alter THE SERVANT'S body through extreme physical workouts and performance enhancing treatments, as well as though the use of devices to permanently change the shape of THE SERVANT'S body including cock and balls.

"No Privacy: THE SERVANT has no right to privacy, and THE SERVANT must always present THE SERVANT'S physical person openly and without restriction to the control of THE MASTER or his delegates. THE MASTER or his delegates has permanent access to THE SERVANT'S body, for any reason at any time.

"No Speech: THE SERVANT will not speak or utter verbally any sound unless permission is granted directly from THE MASTER or his delegates. This includes times when THE SERVANT is being punished or tortured. THE SERVANT will have no personal beliefs or thoughts. THE SERVANT will receive the proper training from THE MASTER or his delegates so that THE SERVANT'S only thoughts are to obey, worship and serve THE MASTER or his delegates in every action, thought or deed. THE SERVANT will exist only to serve the will of THE MASTER or his delegates.

"Natural State: THE SERVANT is denied all clothing except mandatory chastity device and collar as well as control items such as harness, hood, chains, and plugs THE MASTER or his delegates may order which will be THE SERVANT'S natural state unless THE MASTER commands otherwise.

"Sexual Services: THE MASTER or his delegates has the right to command THE SERVANT to perform any and all services as he sees fit.

"Master's Gifts: THE MASTER or his delegates may, at their discretion, train THE SERVANT to eat his shit and drink his piss directly from THE MASTER or his delegates, and to cherish these gifts of sustenance from THE MASTER's or his delegate's body. THE SERVANT understands that in time piss might become his only allowed beverage, and shit may become a major component of his diet. Being a total-service sewer for all of THE MASTER's or his delegate's filth could be a major component of THE SERVANT'S servitude and duties

"Punishment: THE MASTER or his delegates has the right to punish THE SERVANT for any reason at any time including disobedience, offense, inability or failure to achieve required performance standards, for training, or just for THE MASTER'S or his delegate's pleasure and entertainment. The punishment, and the degree to which the punishment is applied, are the choice of THE MASTER or his delegates.

"Assignment Rights: THE MASTER or his delegates has the right to assign control over THE SERVANT to third-parties which are subordinate to THE MASTER's rights and commands in all respects. THE MASTER has the right to assign, sell or transfer THE SERVANT as property to a third party without THE SERVANT'S consent for the duration of this contract period provided there is no compromise of the remuneration conditions and limits of this contract, and all rights and responsibilities of THE MASTER as stated in this contract transfer effectively to the third temporarily or for the duration of this contract period, depending on the conditions of the transaction to assign, sell, or transfer title of this property. Early termination of this agreement can only be granted by THE MASTER.

"THE SERVANT has the right of refusal for extension of this contract, but should he decide to exercise that right, he is guaranteed continued servitude until age 70 under the conditions of this contract except that permanent marking or disfiguration of THE servant is allowed without regard to future employability.

"I, ________________________ (legal name), known and referred to as THE SERVANT in this agreement, hereby irrevocably agree to these conditions and to be bound by them for the next six years.

" (Signed)

" (Witnessed)

" (Date)

"I. ________________________ (legal name), known and referred to as THE MASTER in this agreement, hereby irrevocably agree to these conditions and to be bound by them for the next six years.

"(Signed)

"(Witnessed)

"(Date)"

As I read it, he states, "You need to understand that my delegate WILL be my Son and he will have the control over you this contract stipulates. The contract uses 'the Servant' for legal reasons, but you need to understand it means slavery, real slavery." Pausing, he continues, "I apologize for its length, but you know how lawyers are when they get hold of something."

I read to the end, then ask, "What is the next step?"

"Pay the bill for our lunch, take the contract home and study it. If you want to sign it be at my office at 10 AM tomorrow, where we will sign it in the presence of a notary. By the way, I have run it past my legal staff and they say it is legally enforceable with respect to your and my obligations. So this is for real."

He gets up and walks out while I wait to pay the bill.

CHAPTER 4

At home I sit reading and rereading the contract, trying to let the reality of what I have been offered. Part of me finds it exciting, and part of me is scared shitless.

Talking to myself, I say, "I don't know anything about the son other than he will turn 13 in a month, is a bully, and has been kicked out of a bunch of posh schools. What if he turns out to be a jerk like Joel?"

But then I realize I know a fair bit about the father who will be training and supervising him. The father is a hot looking man. I can picture him in full leather at the Eagle wearing his keys on the left with grey and black colors showing. He would be fucking hot, I think. If he cruised me and told me to follow him home, I would do it. I realize I trust the father a lot.

And then there are the inspections every 10 days.

And it pays a lot of money with no expenses. If you adjust for that I'll be better off financially than I was when I had my six-figure executive job. Besides, I don't have any other lucrative employment opportunities and pretty much have given up on finding another executive job that uses my skills. In fact my experience and skill bottoming seems to be my best employment skill these days.

I decide to sign the contract in the morning.

My sleep is surprisingly restful.

At precisely 10 AM I walk into the father's office. It is posh. Mahogany paneled walls, expensive furnishings, a real Modigliani on one wall and a David Hockney on another.

"I was pretty sure you would accept it, boy. Sit down." He picks up the phone and tells somebody to come in. It is the notary. We sign the contract in his presence, he affixes his seal and departs without a word.

"Well, that's taken care of. You don't officially become a slave for a month. But you are going to have a lot to do the next four weeks, and I don't want you distracted. So I'm giving you $4000 for 'moving expenses'."

He hands me 40 $100 bills, then continues, "Close out all credit cards and pay them off. Use only cash for purchases this month. You are to sell your house and divest yourself of all possessions. Convert everything into cash that will be put into your trust account. Cancel phones and utilities. Keep a computer with internet connection until you receive your final e-mail instructions the day before you report. When you report for slave duty a month from today, on my son's 13th birthday, you are to be wearing all of the clothes you still own: A pair of running shorts and flip-flops. No underwear, no shirt. Those are to be your only remaining possessions and they will be destroyed. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir, i will divest myself of everything, converting it into cash to go in my trust account and report dressed as ordered, Sir."

"Do you have a passport?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You will receive orders by e-mail. Be prepared to travel at a moments notice."

"Yes Sir!"

"Now get out of here. I don't want to see you or have you initiate contact with me until you report on my son's birthday. However all e-mails from me are to be acknowledged and you are to report compliance with my orders."

"Yes Sir. i understand, Sir. Thank you, Sir." I quickly depart taking my signed copy of the contract with me.

On the way home, i stop in at a realtor friend and arrange to have the house listed. At home, i start an inventory of my possessions, deciding for each how to dispose of them. Clothes to Goodwill. Furniture to a second-hand furniture place i know, electronics on e-bay, and so on.

I check my e-mail and there is a message from him: "Have your house cleared out in three weeks, keeping only a quilt for sleeping on the floor and a weeks' worth of clothes--just shorts and tee shirt and flip-flops. Pick ones that are ratty. At the end of each day you will destroy the clothes you wore and put them in the trash. When you are home you are to live naked. Keep your computer until the last minute. Use it to take pictures of the empty house and e-mail them to me."

Another e-mail orders me to report to an establishment for laser hair removal. i am told they know what they are to do and i am to cooperate. They begin full body laser hair removal. The final sessions will occur after i have begun my slavery.

i acknowledge his orders.

A week later i get an e-mail saying, "Tonight you are flying to Dortmund-Holzwickede airport in Germany. The e-ticket is attached. When you get there take a cab to B"nen-Nordb"gge. You have a reservation there for two nights at the Gasthaus Middendorf. You have an appointment for 10:00 AM the next morning with Mario Latowski for a fitting. He knows what I want for you."

I have no idea what this is about, so I do a Google on Mario Latowski and find that he makes custom chastity devices. They are like a pair of bikini briefs made of form-fitting stainless steel that completely covers penis, scrotum, and much of the buttocks. It consists of form-fitted front and back pieces connected by a crotch hinge. There is a form-fitting silicone rubber genital organ chamber in the front that encases your genitals. You put the chastity device on by positioning it between your legs then press the front back pieces together in a pincers-like movement and lock the two halves at the waist sides. The crotch has an opening hole that allows defecation while wearing the device.

Options include a bottom bar for securing dildos up the ass, a D-ring for tethering or attaching a leash to the front cup, and various electro-stimulation devices including a remote control device that shocks the penis, a TENS-unit you plug into the penis chamber, and an electro-stimulation dildo that can be assembled to shock deep inside or alternatively at the anal sphincter.

My hunch is that i'm being fitted into one that has all the options. I quickly calculate that would run 2,752 euros or nearly $4,000

The device looks really hot and absolutely inescapable, though it will need to be removed for ass whipping. i get hard imaging my ass being blistered then being locked into the Latowski, stainless steel pressing on my stinging red ass.

i see that the plane leaves tonight, so i quickly pack and head for the airport taking just two sets of clothes, my laptop, and toiletries. The next day i am fitted for the Latowski, which should be ready in 8-12 weeks, returning home the following day. i e-mail my compliance to him.

On the return trip my mind is focused on the fact that i will be living much of the time locked and plugged in the Latowski. But, i recall that the contract specifies i am to be kept in a mandatory chastity device. Since the Latowski won't be ready for 2-3 months, i surmise that my Master will have at least one other chastity device for me to wear. Soon i would find out that this was the case. The other device is a custom Steelwerks Extreme chastity cuff with a slotted cover that fits to the end of the cuff totally encasing my cock, waist and ass chains to make the device inescapable and hold a dildo in place, and it leaves the balls free for torture, tethering, and the like. i remember the Total Ass Invasion provision of the contract, so i'd better get used to being plugged all the time.

Time passes quickly. Soon there is a contract on the house with a quick settlement date. By the time it is one week before reporting for slavery, my house is bare, i am sleeping on the floor, and i have only the few clothes allotted me, the quilt, and the laptop computer.

The night before i am to report for slavery, i get my last e-mail from him, telling me when a car will pick me up. i realize i don't even knew where i will be living. "Destroy the computer immediately. Smash it into pieces so that it is unusable and impossible to repair. Make sure the hard drive is destroyed-erasing your prior life. Put the pieces into a garbage bag and bring them with you when you report tomorrow. Enjoy your last night of freedom, boy."

i find it odd that the car won't pick me up until 3 PM tomorrow.

CHAPTER 5

At exactly 3 PM a car and driver arrives to pick me up. He pulls out a switchblade knife and cuts my clothes off of me so that they lie on the floor in shreds. He locks a steel slave collar on my neck. "Turn around, hands behind you!" i comply and he handcuffs my wrists. Next he puts an eyeless Mr. S leather cocksucker Deluxe Open Chin Hood over my head, tightens the laces, and snaps a padlock. "Open your mouth wide." i comply and he puts in a ball gag, straps it tightly, and then locks the buckle. He grabs me by the cock and balls and leads me, stark naked, out the front door to the car. i worry what the neighbors will think, then realize it doesn't make any difference because i'll never see them again anyway.

He leads me to the back of the car and leaves me standing there naked. He goes to the front seat and suddenly i hear the trunk open. "Get in there," as he somewhat roughly pushes me in. i try to get comfortable lying on my side as the trunk closes. Soon the car is moving. We drive a long time, perhaps an hour or two.

Eventually the car stops, i am released from the trunk, a pair of ankle cuffs with a short chain connecting them are locked on me, and i am led by my cock and balls into some sort of structure.

I recognize his voice when he says, "Slave, this is your new home. My son is out doing errands with his mother. His birthday party will be later today." He leads me over to a standing cage, and locks me in. I hear the rustling of wrapping paper and he and the driver cover the cage with birthday paper. After affixing a large bow and a birthday card, they disappear.

i am left there standing for several hours, and after a while my legs start to ache. Finally, i hear some people coming into the room and they begin singing "Happy Birthday" to the newly teen-aged son.

The father says, "Son, why don't you open your birthday present?" My new Master goes over and starts ripping the paper off.

"Wow, Dad, a real life slave! Just like I wanted!"

The son reaches into the cage and grabs my cock and balls, squeezing and twisting them roughly. "I can do anything I want to him, can't I dad?"

"Not exactly Son, it is a valuable piece of property and you are going to have to learn how to use it properly and how to care for it. Once you have been trained how to use and abuse it properly, then you will be able to do most anything you want that doesn't decrease his property value."

"Yes, Dad," he says sounding a bit dejected.

"We'll start your training tomorrow. But now, it's time for your friends to arrive for the party. But don't tell them about your big present, Son."

"Ok, Dad, I understand. I'm not stupid. You don't go around bragging that you own a slave."

"Excellent, Son. Now let's enjoy your birthday party with your friends and relatives, have the cake and ice cream, and then after the others leave I'll let you begin to use him under my supervision."

"Gee that's swell, Dad. I hope the cake is chocolate, with raspberry between the layers, and chocolate fudge frosting.

i hear them leave and go to the next room where i hear "Make a wish," then cheering, and the general hubbub of a teen's birthday party.

Several hours later, the dad and son come back into the dungeon. They approach the cage and i hear the middle door in front of my crotch open.

"Son, slaves need to be locked into a chastity device and never allowed to cum. You want your slave to be as horny as he can get--to keep him constantly frustrated sexually. That way he will be more eager to service your cock."

As i hear that i get a serious erection.

"So the first thing you are going to do, Son is to lock your slave in a chastity device," he says as he produces the custom Steelwerks Extreme chastity device. "But first we have to get rid of that erection." He slaps my dickhead painfully, then said, "You try that son, and keep it up until that slave dick is soft."

"Gee, Dad, this is fun. It is so kewl that I can hurt him when I want him to do something."

By then i am limp. The kid has been really very aggressive punishing my cock.

Then the kid looks at the chastity device and asks, "How does it work, Dad?"

"Let me show you," as he produces the key and separates the chastity cuff from the cock ring portion. "First lock the waist chain around his waist, snug but not too tight. .... Yes, that's it. Now attach the cockring around the base of the cock and balls, and connect it to the waist chain."

"Like this, Dad?"

"Yes, that's exactly right. Now take some of this silicone lube and coat his dick. But don't get him hard again."

He does so, being careful to keep me soft. "What's that for, Dad?"

"It helps you slide the chastity cage on easier. Now put the cage over his slave dick--so that it lines up with the top of the cock ring."

i feel the cold steel tube slide over my cock.

"That's it Son. Now lock the two together like this."

"OK, Dad. Gee this is really fun, Dad. But I bet he doesn't like it at all. I'd be climbing the walls if I couldn't cum at least three times a day, Dad."

"Yes, son, he is going to become very frustrated and horny, Son. Now remember, we basically don't want him ever to cum--at least hardly ever. So whenever we remove the chastity device--like for cleaning, teasing, or the rest of his laser treatments--we will restrain him so that he cannot touch his cock. Not ever, Son."

"I gotcha, Dad."

"Son, reach in and grab one of his balls between your first two fingers and your thumb. ..... Yes, that's it, son. Now start squeezing it with your thumb, rolling the nut around like it was a marble."

"Like this, Dad?"

"Yes, Son. Now feel around on the nut until you find where the sperm cord connects to the ball. It's a bit raised and has a different, coarser texture than the remainder of the nut."

"Found it, Dad."

"OK, Son, that is the sweet spot. It's called the epididymis. Concentrate your thumb pressure there, rolling it around over it."

Sharp intense pains start radiating from my balls into my groin, then pain licks up like flames to the waist and starts circling my kidneys, with tongues of intense pain leaping up into my rib cage. I am squirming and trying to avoid the pain.

"Looks like you have it, Son. I'll bet he is in agony. Don't let him pull away from your hand, Son. .... Actually it would be better if he were strapped down to the bondage table for this."

The son continues torturing my balls as i writhe in agony. i can't scream because of the ball gag.

"OK, Son, lets try something else," he says as he closes the middle cage door in front of my crotch and opens the upper one in front of my face and pecs. "Take his nipples and squeeze them between thumb and forefinger as hard as you can, Son."

"Like this, Dad?"

"That looks good, Son. If you want to cause him more pain, you can dig your nails into the nipple." He does, but i enjoy the pain.

After a while, the Dad says, "OK Son, now let go of one of them and use your teeth instead. You can chew the nipple and wider around. Just as you rolled his nut around to increase the pain, you can do similarly with the teeth, literally chewing on them. Tits are tough, so you don't have to worry about biting too hard, Son."

My new Master gives it a try and soon he has the hang of it.

"Now, Son, place your incisors right on the nipple itself and bite as hard as you can. Try to bit it off, in fact. Although you won't be able to do so. And keep working the other nipple with your fingernails."

The kid really gets into it and i want to scream. Then, suddenly i feel his free hand grab my balls and starts rolling my nut with his thumb and forefingers. I am in agony, and he keeps it up quite a long time. Finally he stops and i slump in exhaustion. The cage door is shut again.

Dad leads his son over to a raised padded area covered with black vinyl over foam rubber. "Son we are going to let the slave out of the standing cage and tie him down here spread-eagle." He positions a black bolster in the middle. Then they move back to the standing cage. "You never want your slave able to be able to resist you, Son, so when you change one restraint, you always have others in place. We are going to replace his handcuffs by these locking wrist cuffs. Now reach through the bars and undo the handcuffs. Then attach these two wrist cuffs, lock the buckles, and lock them together just like he was handcuffed."

"Like this, Dad?"

"That's it, Son, now open the three front doors of the cage and lead him over to the platform. Position him so that his head is off one end, his ass is raised by the bolster, and lock his ankle cuffs to the corners."

The son does so.

"Now, Son, unlock the cuffs from each other, pull his arms over the edge and lock the cuffs to the screw eyes at the base of the platform."

I am stretched out with little movement possible.

"Ungag him, Son, and make him suck your cock. But don't let him get you off. We want him to get your cock good and slick with saliva and mucus."

i figure this is the first time he has had his cock in a mouth, and i try to make it good for him. i really work up the juices because i know what is coming next and i want him as slick as possible before he rapes my ass.

"That looks good, Son. Pull it out, get on the platform, and fuck your first piece of ass, Son.

He is inexperienced, just rams it in without regard for me, bangs me hard a few times and shoots a big load.

"Son, keep pumping gently. See if you can stay hard enough to deliver him another load of spunk."

The kid does, and this time it takes longer, and eventually he dumps another load deep inside me.

"OK, Son, pull out, and let your slave clean off your cock with your mouth." The kid does. "You need to piss, Son?"

Yes, I guess I do, Dad."

OK, keep your cock in his mouth and just let go. I'm sure he knows how to be a urinal, Son." He was right about that.

The kid is really excited about his first fuck, and he and the Dad share his enthusiasm ignoring me. Finally they regag me, release my arms, lock them behind me, then release the legs and padlock the ankle cuffs together. I am led tippy-toeing over to a puppy cage which i enter and they lock the cage door.

"Hey, Dad, that has me hungry. Let's get some more birthday cake."

They leave, shutting the door as I begin my first night as a slave bound and locked into a cage. I still have not laid eyes on my new Master.

CHAPTER 6

After many hours, i hear the two of them enter the dungeon. They unlock the puppy cage, get me out of it, and lead me to the center of the room where i am reattached vertically spread-eagled. Totally vulnerable.

"Son, I think it is about time your slave gets to see his new Master." He moves behind me, removes the gag, and then the hood. i blink at the light, but soon my vision enables me to see my new Master. All of 5'8" and 120 pounds, smooth except for some pubic hairs at the base of a good-sized dick. "Must be 8 inches," i say to myself, "My Master is one hung kid."

Ignoring me, the Dad proceeds to lecture the kid. "Son, over breakfast I told you about my experiences in the gay BDSM world, even about being a member of the Scorpions."

"Yeah, Dad, that sounds really great," the kid interrupts.

"Well, I'm not so sure how you would have liked it, Son, because it was 'Old Guard'."

"What's Old Guard, Dad?"

"Well back then you had to earn your leathers and you had to earn the right to become a Master. First, you apprenticed as a 'boy' to a Daddy who trained you. Training meant, you learned obedience and how to accept pain, control, and punishment. When you had enough training you were allowed to buy and start wearing leather clothing. Often you would become somebody's slave. Eventually, when you had enough experience, you could elect to become a Master and other Masters would help you develop the skills."

"Eww, I don't think I would like that at all, Dad. I just want to use my slave."

"Son, your Dad was a boy to a Daddy, then a slave, before he became a Master."

"You a slave, Dad? Like him?"

"Well, it was only part time, but there would be regular SM scenes where I was the slave. I was a better Master for having been a boy and slave first, Son."

"I can't believe you were a slave, let alone that you are glad you were. I just don't get it, Dad."

"I like the Old Guard way because it made for better Masters. By the time I left the scene to marry your Mother, a New Guard was coming in where self-styled Masters who never had bottomed came on the scene. Most of them didn't know what they were doing because they didn't understand it from the bottom's perspective. In my experience, I never have seen a really good Top or Master who hadn't paid his dues as a bottom boy or slave."

As he spoke, i thought of my dislike for, and distrust of, Joel as a Master or Top. The kid sulked a bit. Then said, "Well that is all old stuff, Dad. What's it got to do with me."

"Simply this, Son. Before I turn you loose to do what you want with your slave, you are going to be trained as a Top and Master. You are going to have me teach you whipping, flogging, bondage, and other skills, and you will practice under my supervision until I think you are ready to start unsupervised control, use, and abuse of your slave. He is costing me more than a quarter of a million and I am not going to let you damage my investment. Understand, Son?"

"Yea Whatever, Dad."

His face is slapped. Hard. "Don't talk to me disrespectfully like that to me, boy. How do you expect to command respect from your slave when you don't know what it is to respect your superiors."

The kid mumbles something under his breath. i am enjoying watching this.

"So, Son, it's like this: You undergo my training or you don't get the slave. It's that simple."

The kid is flustered and angry.

"Don't you get angry with me, Son, or you might just find yourself on the receiving end like this slave. You understand, boy?"

"Yes Dad," he mumbled.

"You mean, 'Yes Sir,' don't you boy? And I want to hear it loud and clear."

"YES SIR!"

"So it's a deal. You are going to accept all of my training without any resistance or back talk. You will not have unsupervised access to your slave until you do. Correct boy?"

"YES SIR!"

"And, just in case you haven't figured it out, there is going to be an Old Guard aspect to your training, boy."

Wide-eyed and in shock the kid stammers, "I gggota bbbe a ssslave first, DAD?"

"Not exactly, but for every Master skill I teach you, you are going to have to experience it as a bottom so that you have a clear idea just what you will be subjecting your slave to when you torture, use, and abuse him."

The kid looks shocked.

"You got that, Son? You will do whatever I tell you to do during your training? Otherwise, no slave."

"I guess I don't have a choice if I want to keep my birthday present, Dad. ... Sure, OK, whatever you say, Dad."

Suddenly I feel much better about this slavery. The Dad obviously is very shrewd and is using this ownership of me to straighten out his kid and convert him from bully to aggressive but controlled dominant. I am going to enjoy my new Master's training.

CHAPTER 7

They went off to get something to eat, leaving me spread-eagled like that. Several hours later they returned and my Master's training began. First thing the dad does is remove my chastity device. This perplexes me.

The dad told his son to strip, then put him in spread-eagle bondage like i was. He proceeded to clip then shave the boy's pubic hair off. The kid started to cry. "It will grow back by the time your training is over. ... It's old guard. You have to earn the right to be a Master. Right now you are a boy in training and boys and slaves don't have body hair."

The kid is bawling his head off. The Dad just ignores him until he realizes it is useless and gives up.

The dad comes over and gently cups the kids balls in his hand and plays with them. i can tell that he is being very gentle, getting the kid used to being held by the balls. He won't get rough with them for quite a few days. Each day the ball fondling will get more aggressive until the kid has one really painful episode.

Same thing with the tits. Gentle caressing and sucking today, progressing over time to serious tit torture for the kid.

When the Dad is done with the ball and tit maneuvers, he takes the kid down and moves him over to the standing cage where he locks him in unhooded but gagged. He leaves the kid in there for about an hour and the kid is bawling like a baby by then.

The dad released his son from the cage, comforts his son, and tells him he is doing really well. Then he kisses his son. Just a fatherly kiss.

He tells the kid to come over in front of me and start sucking my cock. "I'm not going to do anything incestuous with you, so your sexual bottom training will be with your slave."

The focus is on the kid getting comfortable with a cock in his mouth. No attempt today to get me off. Before his training is finished i will be face fucking him and plowing his ass giving him loads of cum. Once training is over, i don't expect ever to be allowed to cum again as a slave except by being fucked.

By the end of the week the kid will have experienced intensely everything that was done to me that first day: ball torture, tit torture, sucking my cock, getting roughly fucked by me, cleaning my cock of afterwards, and even learning how to drink my piss.

The Dad is very methodical in his training. For various kinds of bondage, the dad demonstrates on me, then ties the son the same way allowing him to experience the restraint for longer than the kid wants. After all, part of the bondage experience is the growing discomfort of prolonged restraint. He knows what it is to be hog-tied for hours or spread-eagle to beyond the aching stage. He knows about numbing and how the slave has to try to manage it. Finally the son practices restraining me in that way time after time until it becomes instinctual and reliably safe.

i am very much enjoying this training. It gives me confidence that my young Master will know what he is doing when he has me without supervision.

For percussion, the training is somewhat similar. First the Dad demonstrates on me, giving clear instructions about wrapping flogger tips and the like. Then the kid practices using pillows or manikins as targets. As the boy's skills improve, the dad uses a spare set of whips or floggers dipped in chalk so that the kid can see where his tips land. For single tail practice, the dad suspends tissue paper fluttering in the air and the kid has to learn how to cut it without destroying it. Next he is allowed to practice on me under supervision. After the kid knows what good and bad percussion is, it is his turn to experience it.

First is spanking. The kid is strapped to a spanking bench, and given a pleasure spanking where there is a very gradual build-up before reaching full strength so that it never is experienced as really painful. The next day the kid gets a punishment spanking where the Dad lays in full-strength and rapid from the start, making the kid call out the strokes. Another day the razor strop full strength. He tells the kid that for the duration of his training he will be punishment spanked every other day so that he experiences the inevitability of it his slave will live with.

For flogging it is similar, the kid being flogged with a deerskin soft flogger, then a regular one, then a thick bull-hide one, and finally a braided cat-o-nine tails. He learns how to torture inner thighs with a tawse, and then experiences it himself.

Finally he learns how to cane and gets caned himself with different thickness canes.

i am very impressed in the transformation of the kid. He is coming to understand just how skilled a Master has to be to responsibly own a slave. The more he is on the receiving end, the more mature he seems to become. The dad is straightening out the kid in ways i never anticipated when he recruited me. As things progress i am actually looking forward to the time that the kid is my real Master and can do with me as he wishes.

The kid sometimes has to sleep bound in the puppy cage alone and other times with me there. i think the latter is especially effective because he has to learn how to share discomfort and misery with another, learns how moving for his comfort can cause me discomfort, and vice versa.

Similarly, once when stretched up by our wrists, the dad tied us back to back, adouble dong up our asses, strapped together ankles, knees, thighs, waist, chest, and neck and he used the deerskin flogger on our genitals, where the only escape for one is to twist so the other takes it.

From these exercises, the kid actually is coming to cooperate in sharing the pain rather than trying to make me take it all.

He also was trained in ass play using lots of different dildos and toys while in the sling. The training regimen was the same as for other skills. He even spent several consecutive days with his ass plugged. Fisting was the one ass play that the kid didn't have to experience as bottom-simply because my hand was too big for him to safely take. But his dad taught him how to fist me. i easily could take his small hand.

He even was locked into a chastity device for an entire week while i was unlocked and i was required to use his mouth and ass multiple times daily on command. i guess the idea was for him to learn what it is like to be an on-demand sexual slave cum-dump. And for a week he served as my urinal.

This is some tough love that the dad is giving his son, but done so subtly and effectively. The kid is being cured of being a bully by being on the receiving end. Those bullying instincts and penchant now are being channeled into knowledgeable skill and understanding of what the slave goes through.

The training is similar regarding clothespins and tit clamps, electro, rimming.

My slavery contract says i may be required to become the kid's full-service toilet. The dad doesn't require his son to eat shit, but he does make him rim my dirty ass. And, during the training, many days he is cleaned out by enema, locked into the enema stand and having to hold it a long time, just as i do.

For the final week of his training, his dad makes him a 24/7 slave along side me. we are slave brothers for a while. On the command "Present!" both of us assume the presentation position (legs spread, torso at attention, hands clasped behind the neck elbows back, and mouth wide open staring at the Master's crotch. "Kneel!" is the same except we are on our knees with out open mouth 12" from the Master's crotch. "Attention" is the standard military arms at the side rigid stance. i like the presentation position best because every part of me is exposed and offered to my Owner. i'm not sure how the kid feels about it, but he sure knows the vulnerability one has holding that position and the punishment if one breaks it no matter what is being done to you.

Neither of us is unrestrained at any point in time. we are both locked in chastity. we are punished daily and frequently humiliated. Dad subjects us to the whole range of tortures and punishments the well-equipped dungeon allows. i guess the idea is for the kid to know what relentless day-in-and-day-out slavery can be like.

Regardless, i am enjoying it, watching him suffer as a slave, sharing intimate contact when we are crowded into the puppy cage, and the like. He almost freaked out when he was hooded and gagged for a full day.

i'm really not sure whose benefit this training is for. To be sure the kid is growing up fast and his cruelty is being channeled in controlled and productive forms. But at the same time, this training is making me comfortable about the prospects of this young teen becoming my largely unsupervised but cruel Master.

Of course, i don't know whether he will take revenge on me for my topping role in his training when he takes control of me. But strangely, i have no fear.

CHAPTER 8

At the end of the first month, the kid's training is coming to an end and he is about to take over as my owner and Master.

The dad calls us together and says, "Son, I think you probably are ready to own this slave. But you need to prove it to me in a final examination. You have one week to plan an intense 72 hour scene where you work your slave over severely but never go over the line of good practice. If you are too easy on him, you flunk the test. If you are too severe on him, you flunk the test. If you can't explain the safety considerations, and where appropriate (for example electro) underlying theoretical considerations, you flunk the test. If you flunk the test, you will spend the next month as his slave," pointing to me. "This is going to be by far the hardest and the most important exam you ever have taken."

"Yes, Sir, Dad. I'll make the grade, Sir. You bet I will, Sir!" i'm impressed by his change in attitude from that first birthday party night.

"The slave will spend the week locked in his cell. I'll take care of his needs so that you can focus 100% on preparing for the exam, Son."

i'm locked into the prison cell and largely ignored for the next week as the kid plans his final examination demonstration that will entitle him to become my Master under essentially Old Guard standards.

The kid works really hard on it. i watch him on the dungeon computer, planning out an itinerary, surfing the web, watching porn for ideas, typing and printing things out. It turns out they are notes for his presentations and explanations. From my cell there are large parts of the dungeon i cannot see, but i get the impression that the kid is practicing various technical skills, perhaps even developing some new ones.

Finally it is almost time for the Final Examination to start. The kid comes over to my cell and has a talk with me.

"I need your help. I know I was a real brat on my Birthday, and you have every right to hate me. But I've changed a lot and grown up an awful lot in the past month. I know I was a bully, and I don't like the kid I used to be. Dad did the right thing making me go through this Old Guard training."

"Yes, you have matured a lot. Though i have to admit i enjoyed watching and helping you getting whipped into shape."

"I really have to pass this exam. I don't want to have to be your slave for a month. I want to be your Master."

"I sure don't want to be YOUR Master. Besides, i think you will be a good Master for me. What is the help you want?"

"I'm not officially your Master until I pass this exam. Please help me pass it by being cooperative. Acknowledge me as your Master during the exam, cooperate, obey, don't fight me, show me proper respect, call me 'Master' or 'Sir.' .... Please!"

"Yes Sir! You already are my Master, Sir."

He gently pulled my head forward so my face pressed against the cell bars and kissed me. A deep kiss with our tongues probing each other's mouth.

"Thanks," he said quietly, "I was hoping I could count on you to make me look good in this exam." Then he added more confidently, "I'm going to be as hard on you as I can without going too far. Please understand I don't intend these next three days to be a preview of how cruel and nasty I usually will be."

"i know that, Sir, this is what we have to do so that you can become my real Master, Sir. Don't worry about being too hard on me. i can take whatever you dish out, Sir."

Several minutes later his dad and the kinky physician who regularly checks me arrive. It is 5:00 PM.

"Tell me what your plan is for the 72 hour Final Exam, Son."

"The next three days, I will demonstrate all the torture, bondage, control, punishment, and sexual-use skills that I have learned. Tonight I want to begin showing you how I use him sexually and demonstrate my percussion abilities--all of them except for caning. I'm doing percussion first so that my slave will be in good shape for the finale that will involve caning. Tomorrow I plan to illustrate what a typical day will be like for my slave. The following day I will focus on bondage, torture, and sexual-use skills. Each night i am going to demonstrate various ways of controlling him as he sleeps or tries to. Then on the last day I plan to do a super intensive torture scene that shows my ability to combine my various skills into a long heavy scene. I am trying to make this a comprehensive demonstration of my fitness to own my slave. Is that OK with you, Sir?"

As he speaks he glances at his notes, but does not read them. His presentation is natural, fluid, and confident.

i am impressed at the maturity of the kid's plan. But it sure sounds like i am in for a very intense and rough 72 hours.

"Sounds like a good plan, Son. Get started."

My young Master comes over to the cell, "Turn around slave, back facing the bars and cross your wrists behind you."

"Yes Sir! Master Sir!"

He attaches a pair of locking leather wrist cuffs and locks them together. Then he kneels down and attaches locking leather ankle cuffs. He unlocks the cell door, and leads me to the spanking bench. i get up on the kneeling arms and bend my torso over horizontally onto a padded surface. He straps down my ankles, calves, thighs, waist and chest. When he has me so i can't escape, he unlocks the wrist cuffs from each other and reattaches them stretched downward. i am immobile and my ass is totally vulnerable.

"First I am going to demonstrate my technical skill by giving him a pleasure spanking with this leather paddle with a spring-steel insert. My goal is to do a gradual build up with blows distributed evenly over his ass so that they take on a uniform red glow without bruising, and do so in a way that even when full-strength he really isn't in painful agony because of the slow build-up which elevates the pain threshold." Turning to me, he adds, "slave, for this demonstration if it is really painful, you are to yell out that it hurts."

i'm really impressed by the kid's presentation and reply, "Yes Sir."

"In real life where he might get spanked only once a day, i would keep up his full strength spanking a lot longer than i will do today because he is going to get additional ones tonight and i want to protect his ass from damage."

He takes the leather paddle and gives the gentlest pats, slowly spaced, positioning each one a little different so that the entire buttocks receive the same stimulation. He repeats the patterning gradually increasing the force of each paddle from taps to light blows, until perhaps 7 minutes later the blows are becoming pretty hard and by 10 minutes he is laying into me full strength--always careful to uniformly distribute the blows. At no time do i need to cry out that it hurts. It actually is pleasurable. After 5 minutes full strength, he stops.

"I'm stopping because I want to save his ass for the other demonstrations. When I own him, he probably will get daily spankings for my entertainment that will go on very much longer."

He unlocks my wrists and locks them to a D-ring at the back of my neck collar, then undoes the various straps freeing me from the spanking bench and then leads me to a corner.

"Corner time, boy. Stand at attention and think of your Owner and how lucky you are that he cares enough about you to give you a pleasure spanking and protects your ass from injury.

"Yes, Master, Sir! Thank you, Sir!"

He walks over to his dad and the doc and quietly whispers so that i cannot hear, "I'm leaving him like that for an hour. One hour will be his standard post-punishment corner time, but I will vary it so he never knows how long it will be. His ass is pretty tough so I expect in an hour his ass will have calmed down enough for a good punishment spanking."

He pauses, then continues: "Sirs, you two can relax, get a beer, whatever you want while he does his corner time, but I want to make sure he doesn't slouch or break position."

By the end of an hour, my ass glow has faded away and my pain threshold has dropped way down. He moves me back to the spanking bench and reattaches me.

"This is a punishment spanking, Sirs. We'll see how well trained he is about taking it silently. And of course, I'm not going to keep it up anywhere as long as i will do in daily punishments. Gotta keep his ass good for the rest of tonight's demonstration."

He takes the same paddle and lays into me full-strength in rapid blows. The pain is intense and mounts as each successive blow adds new stimulation to the still attenuating pain of the previous blows. But he is careful to position the blows various places around my ass for uniform coverage. After about 10 minutes he stops.

"I think he will be able to work up to an hour like that once a day. But his ass is going to get more trauma tonight, so I am stopping. I'm just trying to demonstrate my technical skill blistering his ass, Sirs."

i expect him to release me and take me over for additional corner time. But he doesn't. Instead he puts a small amount of lube on his cock and rapes my ass plowing hard against my stinging butt. He is deliberately holding back cumming so my ass will get pounded more. Finally he cums. He withdraws, comes around to my head, saying "Open, slave!" and has me clean off his cock of my ass juices and his cum.

Then he starts another hour of corner time for me.

At the end of the hour, he leads me to the St. Andrews cross, and begins strapping me to it, explaining, "I want his ass to recover some more before I use the belt and the strop on him, so I'm next going to flog him. Again, my goal is to demonstrate technical skill, not my endurance or his in being flogged. I'm going to do a progression from a soft deerskin flogger, to a standard cowhide one, to a heavy bullhide one, then a braided cat, and end with the single-tail. I'm not going to do any of them that long, cause I want to save his back for the finale."

He begins to lay into me full strength with the deerskin flogger. His blows are well placed, the tails fanning out, tips never wrapping. My back gets a nice red glow with no bruises.

After a few minutes he says, "I know it is considered good form to not wrap tips and cause bruises on the sides, but sometimes a Master wants to do that. I think wrapping tips is OK when it is deliberate, but not when it is accidental. Now I'm going to give two from the right and two from the left where I deliberately wrap and bruise, then go back to flogging him with no wrapping. This is to demonstrate my control."

i think to myself, "i cannot believe how skilled and knowledgeable a Master the kid has become. No need to fake it to submit to him for this test."

He does exactly as he said he would. Shortly after resuming the non-wrapping floggings, he switches to the cowhide one following the same demonstration routine, then the same with the bullhide one.

Afterwards he mentions to the two examiners that the different floggers differ in how they are experienced and that the thuds of the bullhide one sound great but do very little damage if you don't wrap tips.

"Floggers like this don't sting that much, they more slap or thud, and the closer you keep the strands together the louder the thud noise but the less actual pain," he continues. "But a braided cat is very different. They sting sharply. Flogging often is actually enjoyable to receive, but a cat is nasty punishment pure and simple."

After a pause, he adds, "That is why I plan to use the cat for my slave's weekly demerit-erasing session. This slave of mine is quite the pain-pig and he actually likes to get flogged. But I think I have learned to cat him so that it is just terrifying pain for him--real punishment. For the purposes of this demonstration let's assume he is working off demerits. ... And that isn't such a stretch because during the past month he has done things that will in the future earn demerits."

This surprises the hell out of me.

With the end of his explanation, he lays into me for maybe 5 minutes nasty and hard with the cat. i'm pretty good about taking percussion silently, but i scream out involuntarily.

"Shut up, slave! If I have to gag you you'll get twice as much."

i try but do not succeed, he stops, puts a large ball gag in my mouth, and resumes, saying to the two examiners, "I only intended 50 for this demonstration, but now it is 100."

i manage to get through it. Then he gets out the single-tail.

"I don't want to cut up his back because he is going to take a lot in the finale. But I want you to see that i have the technical command to single-tail my slave. One of you please come up, take this magic marker, and make two parallel lines, say an inch apart, angling up to the left and two up to the right--say about 3-4 inches long."

The doc comes up and draws the lines placing them where anatomically there is the least danger if the kid fucks up.

"OK. I'm going to single-tail him 4 times. My goal is to contact each line with a separate snap of the whip."

Instinctively i try to jump as each lands, though the bounds prevent it. For this test it is good my Master does not have a moving target--though i know from previous single-tailings the best way to deal with it is to not jump around.

They inspect the kid Master's work. "100% contact. Excellent."

"He needs some corner time to come down before the next demonstration," the young Master says.

"Mom's got pizza for us. I'll go get it, Son." He goes and comes back with pizza and beer for the two adults, coke for his kid, and nothing for me, the slave. i'm glad because i don't want to barf.

After about an hour, the young Master says, "OK. Time to get on with this. I want to demonstrate my ability to strop and belt an ass. Instead of using the spanking stand, I will demonstrate my control when the slave is stretched out horizontally and vertically. Which do you want me to do first?"

"Well, he has been standing quite a longtime, let's do it horizontally, first," the dad says.

i am strapped down to a bondage table so that i am face down and immobile. First the kid lays into my ass using a doubled belt for maybe 4 minutes, about 40 strokes per minute. Then he switches to a razor strop. As usual his concern is his ability to control the welting, marking, and placement.

Then i am unstrapped and moved to a place where i am standing spread-eagled. The young Master lays into my ass full strength. First with the belt, then with the razor strop. He goes about it like he is batter up, swinging with all his might with strong follow-through. With every swing my body arches backwards from the force of the blow, but sags back ready for the next.

Finally, i am released and i sag to the floor completely spent. The doc come up, paws my body, rolls me over here and there, inspecting my body for damage, then "Says he's in very good shape for what he has taken. You did a good job, kid."

"Thank you, Sir. I was trying hard, Sir."

"Did you have more demonstration planned for tonight, kid?"

Well I had considered demonstrating my tawse ability on his inner thighs and possibly cock whipping, but I think he has had enough, so I'm just going to plug him and put him to bed as the beginning of the first night of my typical slave day demonstration, Sir."

"It is my medical opinion that he has taken a lot, nothing excessive or beyond limits mind you, but i concur with your judgment on this. Turning to the dad he says, "You agree?"

"Yes. Let's see how he is to spend the night and then we can go get some sleep to be rested for tomorrow's demonstration."

In this giant dungeon/playroom addition to the house is a king-sized leather bed. My master will sleep there. To the balls protruding from my chastity device he attaches a custom Steelwerks Extreme oval scrotal tube around my ball sack and locks a tether chain to it. There is a thin quilt at the foot of the bed for me. i am tethered to the scrotal tube by a stout chain long enough to enable me to crawl up to his bed to service him on command, but not able to do anything really discretionary like go to the bathroom.

i fall into exhausted sleep, my wrists locked behind me and my ankle cuffs padlocked together, tethered by the balls. My Young Master sleeps comfortably in the bed.

CHAPTER 9

i am sleeping soundly when i hear the order, "slave Present!" Instinctively i snap to the presentation position at the foot of the bed facing him, mouth open staring at his crotch. Out of the corner of my eye i sense the presence of the two examiners. This must have been a pre-arranged time for us to start.

"Get your ass up and service me, boy!"

i jump onto the bed, being careful not to catch my ball tether chain on the bedpost, kneel between his legs my mouth held open an inch from the tip of his cock.

"Lube me up, slave!"

i lather him up good because i know what's coming next--though plugging usually leaves my ass lubricated somewhat. I'm enjoying having my Young Master's cock in my mouth.

"On your back, legs up!"

Immediately i am in position. He pops the plug out of my ass, orders "Open up" and as i do he puts the plug in my mouth to hold. Mockingly he says, "We don't want to mess up the sheets, now do we?" He raises my legs over his shoulders and rams his cock into me full force to the hilt. He starts banging away at my ass. He has no concern for my pain or enjoyment. This is about Him, not about me. Soon he shoots wads deep into me.

After a few moments he softens, pulls out of me, reaches up to my mouth, grabs the plug and shoves it roughly into me. "Clean me off, boy."

Eagerly i use my mouth and tongue to clean him off, savoring the mix of his cum, my saliva, and my ass juices. The he holds my head full onto his cock. I know to stop my cleaning. Soon i am enjoying his morning piss. The he roughly shoves me off so that i fall off the bed and end up sitting on the floor. i know to stay put.

"He turns to the two examiners and says, I intend to use him regularly as my urinal. I debated whether to piss like I just did or whether we would have breakfast and I would piss over his dry cereal or dog kibble while I had a more appropriate breakfast for a Master. Today I decided not to do that because I don't want him exercising on a full stomach."

"Smart thinking," the doc says, "watching out for his well-being as well as working him over and humiliating him."

"Dad, Sir. I hope that in time Mom will be comfortable with him being in the kitchen eating out of a dog-dish while we eat Mom's great breakfasts."

"Before we purchased this slave for you, Son, Mom and I discussed it and agreed that you would be allowed to parade your slave around the house naked and in bondage. But, I think you and I need to carefully plan the first few times we do this, because she doesn't have any first-hand knowledge or observation of gay BDSM. ... Though i have been preparing her by us watching some porn together and discussing it."

"You're the Boss, Sir. I'll do whatever you say, Dad."

In another part of the dungeon complex is an exercise corner. It has a full Nautilus system and a treadmill. He takes me over to it. Then he turns to address the examiners.

"This slave is going to spend long hours confined or in restrictive bondage. In order to keep up his strength and muscle mass we are going to have to have a daily exercise regimen."

"I heartily approve," says the doc.

"Slaves are valuable property, Son, and I am glad to see you're learning that property is to be used but also must be taken care of."

"I intend it to be forced exercise under the whip. In time, it will be a two-hour session. But we have to work up to it and since he hasn't done it before, I'm going to go light on him. Single sets with lighter resistance and lower treadmill speeds and inclines. I don't want him getting all sore from the exercises today. I want him sore from punishment and torture!"

The two examiners chortle in response.

"So what I am going to do is show how I intend to use the whip to make him exercise hard. Today, I don't care whether he deserves the whip for being laggard, though I am asking him to be so for the purposes of demonstration. I'm going to use two different whips today: Buggy Whip and the Sjambok.

When i hear he intends to use a Sjambok on me, i'm scared the first time since becoming enslaved here. The South African Sjambok, made out of rhinoceros hide, traditionally was used to drive cattle but more notoriously on blacks to enforce Apartheid. Misused on humans, as it often was then, it literally tears the flesh off the bone and can kill. With skill, however, it can be used safely in BDSM. i have had it used on me and have used it a bit as top. You can do light switching on the ass or back, or you can stand behind the swish it back and forth. Even then, it is very nasty. I'm scared because his dad didn't include its use in his training, nor has he had it used on him.

"Sjambach?" the dad asked, "I didn't instruct you in its use."

"I know, Dad, in preparing for this test I practiced using tissue paper-just like with the single tail. I've even used it on my calf. I can handle it safely. If I'm wrong, I flunk the examination and become his slave for a month."

"OK, Son, but the doc will stop it if it gets out of hand for an instant."

"I understand that, Dad."

He takes me through the exercise program. Exercise by exercise, half-way through a set i deliberately slack off to aid his demonstration. When i do he uses the Sjambok or the buggy whip on my back, ass, or thighs, yelling, "Harder, slave!" or "Faster, Slave" when on the treadmill. He is careful, skilled, and effective with the Sjambok. My fear is gone. But it is still nasty as hell to take.

After about 40 minutes the demonstration is finished. Turning to the two examiners, the kid says, "Normally this will be a two-hour exercise session. But today was just a demonstration. I suggest we put him back into the cage for the rest of the two hours and go have one of Mom's great breakfasts."

None of them seem concerned about feeding me. In time i will learn that most days i will get only one meal a day, occasionally two. Actually, from a captivity perspective this is good strategy. A mixture of unpredictability, hunger deprivation, and thirst are very good techniques for making a captive more submissive to and accepting of his captor. And, in fact, my slavery IS an inescapable captivity situation.

At the end of the two hours, the three of them return. My young Master releases me from the cage and takes me to the Raunch Room part of the slave complex. This is a really interesting room. Its walls and floor are all stainless steel. The sink and sit-down toilet are standard stainless jail fixtures. In the center of the floor is a barred detox toilet with blow-out jet--a flushable 14" x 10" box sunk into the floor with a barred grill over it. There is a suspension hoist in the center of the ceiling. Multiple shower nozzles, hoses, and even a hydro-washer unit.

On the floor is an eXtreme Restraints Stockade With Fucking Pole. Essentially it is a long piece of square extruded metal with side bars for locking the ankles and wrists into rigid steel fetters, a vertical piece with a steel neck restraint, a long dildo attached up front, and at the rear another vertical piece with an adjustable arm like used for some microphone stands, on the end of which is large steel enema nozzle.

i kneel down on hands and knees and the wrist and ankle shackles are closed and padlocked, then my neck is locked into the steel collar with the long dildo far enough into my throat that there is no way i can get it out of my mouth. He removes my chastity device.

Then the enema nozzle is shoved into my ass. It's like i am on a spit. Up on the wall is a stainless steel 5 quart tank with a bottom feed hose coming down. That is attached to the nozzle. He begins to fill me up.

"For now, he isn't trained to take the full five quarts. Since 3 is his best, that is what I am using today. However in time I want him to work up to 5. Later we can start adding irritants to make it nastier."

Finally the three quarts are in me. I'm cramping badly, though my young Master occasionally massages my stomach to help the fluid work up in me.

"He's going to hold it for one hour. I intend this to be a daily occurrence because i intend him to be plugged or his ass used the other 23 hours of the day."

i am in agony and time passes very slowly. i get fairly used to the cramping, perhaps because i am focusing on the pain from my knees and elbows pressing into the stainless steel floor. I don't have knee- or elbow-pads, so the whole experience is intense. i think to myself, "and this is only 3 quarts of warm water without any irritants added." To take my mind off the cramping and pressure pain, i start aggressively servicing the dildo in my mouth pretending it is my young Master's cock.

i lose track of the time and suddenly the hour is up. He closes a valve at the end of the enema nozzle and uses the quick disconnect to free it from the spit that has been impaling me. He releases my ankles and attaches them to a pair of leather suspension cuffs. These are connected by carabineers to a spreader bar that is attached to the winch. Using the winch he raises the bar up so that my knees are off the ground, then releases my neck and wrists from their shackles, tells me to raise up on my palms, and then extracts the enema stand out from under me.

Suddenly i hear the whir of the hoist and i am suspended until my outstretched arms clear the floor. He cuffs the two wrists together and attaches them by a short chain to the floor toilet grate. My Master gets on a little stepstool facing me, and pulls my plug saying, "Hold it until I give the signal, slave."

i wait.

"Now, slave, let 'er rip."

My bowels erupt in showers of diluted shit and water cascading all over my body. i feel really humiliated. But i keep spewing until i can't force anything more out.

"My aren't you a raunchy mess, boy. Maybe i should put you in diapers. ... well let's clean up the mess."

He takes the power washer and adjusts the force so that i can take it safely despite the pain wherever it hits. When he has the filth washed off me, he turns up the pressure and hoses all of my shit down into the floor toilet.

Adjusting back the pressure, he pushes the soap dispenser button and i am washed from head to foot with soap, then rinsed off with clear water. Degunked like a filthy engine at a car wash.

A bank of heat lamps in the ceiling comes on and i am left out to dry.

CHAPTER 10

Once i am dry, he reattaches my chastity device, then lowers me. i am let down using my cuffed hands to cushion the drop. When i am down, he orders me to stand and leads me over to the sling.

i am lying on the sling, my legs raised and locked into stirrups, a chest belt cinched tight, and my wrists in leather cuffs locked to a D-ring on the underside of the sling.

He lubes my ass up really well, and begins to work my ass with increasingly large dildos. My sphincter definitely is being challenged.

After about 40 minutes he begins to fist me. In my bottoming career, i usually have had trouble taking a full fist--getting past the last knuckle being a real challenge. i often failed. But his left hand slides in really easily. "Well, small hands are one advantage of having a 13 year-old Master," i think to myself.

He continues to fist me deeper and deeper, eventually clearing the sling muscle and entering the end of the large intestine. By the end he is in up to his elbow. This is the best, most awesome fisting i have ever experienced.

Finally, after he been working my ass for an hour, he withdraws his hand and proceeds to insert a soft, jelly-like 11" x 1 1/2" diameter dildo into me which he attaches to my chastity device's ass chain.

In days to come, i get used to the fact that this is my normal state--that i am unplugged only for him to fuck me or for my daily enema session.

He takes me over to a table and chairs, tethering me by my balls kneeling on the floor. Master and the two examiners take chairs, with me kneeling at his feet. His dad goes to get the lunch his mother has prepared for us. We all eat the same kind of sandwiches, but for me he tears them into pieces putting them into a dog bowl. He pisses all over it and sets it down for me to eat. i'm staved and i eat eagerly until the food is gone and lap up the rest of his piss.

After lunch they relax and chat, letting lunch settle. i am kneeling between my young Master's spread legs sucking his cock being careful to not get him off.

After about 45 minutes of this i am led over to the spanking bench where i am strapped into it in the usual manner.

"I expect to work up to an hour daily as the default spanking punishment. I intend to keep a clear separation between punishments for infractions and punishments for the hell of it, his training, or my entertainment and enjoyment. Cat-o-nine-tails are for infractions. Other flogging and spanking are for my entertainment."

"That's smart thinking, Son, a slave doesn't need to know why he is being punished unless he is being punished for infractions. In that case it needs to be very clear and your scheme makes that clear."

"Today, I'm only going to do 15 minutes with the leather paddle and 15 minutes with the razor strop 'cause his ass is really going to take a lot tomorrow in the finale."

He lays into my ass with the paddle full force in rapid blows. The pain mounts and soon i am screaming. Over the din He shouts to the examiner, "I'm going to have to train him to stop this screaming shit."

Eventually i quiet down to a softly sobbing whimper, tears rolling down my cheeks.

When the 15 minutes are up, he switches to the razor strop. He swings it like a baseball bat with strong follow-through. Rapid full-strength strokes.

When 15 minutes are up he asks, "Had enough boy?" as he continues to strop my ass slowly but hard.

"Yes, Sir!" i say softly through my sobs.

"I can't hear you boy."

"YES SIR1" i shout as loudly as i can.

"I asked you a question boy!" accenting the demand with a particularly nasty hit. "Answer me, Boy! Now!" accompanied by another vicious stroke. Finally i grasp what he wanted me to say.

"NO SIR!" i shout, "The boy needs more punishment, Sir!"

"How much more, boy?"

"Five minutes, Sir! The boy needs 5 minutes more, Sir!" i say quite loudly, wincing as the nasty stokes continue to punctuate what he and i say."

"I can't hear you boy! I asked you a question. Now answer me!"

i figure he can't hear me means it isn't enough. In desperation i shout, "DOUBLE, SIR!" as he continues to hit me.

"Beg for it, boy!"

i plead as best as i can for him to repeat the punishment. I get another 15 minutes of rough stropping. The blows during the "negotiations do not count.

When it is over, i am sent to do corner time. For the usual hour it turns out.

While i do my corner time, my young Master talks with his dad and the doc. "That was intended to illustrate how i am going to teach him. I hope he has learned that during a punishment, the only acceptable answer to 'Have you had enough boy?' is 'NO SIR!' and that he is always to ask and plead for double. The real reason I shortened the punishment session for this examination was to demonstrate this bit of training, Sirs."

"Very effective," the two examiners agree.

"I don't like the way he yells and screams. I want him to take it ....," he hesitates then contionues, "Is 'starkly' the right word?"

"'Stoically', Son."

"Yeah, Thanks, Dad. Anyway, when I start seriously training him to be stoic, I'm going to give him choices gagged or ungagged. If he chooses gagged, the punishment is doubled. If he chooses ungagged and starts yelling, I will gag him and start over double. I'm going to give him every incentive to learn to be silent. Just as today I hope he learned that the double punishment is inevitable and the longer he takes to beg for it, the more he will suffer. It wouldn't surprise me if next time he immediately responds, 'NO SIR! The boy NEEDS double, Sir!' and immediately begs."

"That's a sophisticated mixture of positive and negative reinforcement training, Son. I like it."

"Thanks, Dad. In time I want to train him to take his punishments unrestrained. I think similar techniques should work. ... Though another idea I got from the Internet is to lock his wrists to his neck collar, have him bend at the waist and hold a heavy book against the wall with his head. ... If he drops the book, we start over again."

"Looks like you have a lot of training planned for your slave, Son."

The son secretly hopes that "for your slave" means he is doing well on the exam.

When corner time is finished, the young Master says, "The slave has had a pretty rough day so far. He needs some down time. I'm going to lock him into the puppy cage until after we have our supper. Then it will be dungeon play ending with flogging and an infraction punishment session."

"I think that's wise," the doc says. "You can't beat up and abuse your slave 24/7. After all, he is a human. He needs some down time, too."

"Right, Doc. Many evenings we won't be doing dungeon stuff. He'll be holstering my cock and balls in his mouth while I watch TV or study. Sometimes he'll just be sitting at my feet dozing until I want to use him."

i try to doze in the cage to help my sore body recover for more. i am surprised to be woken by my young Master bringing me a supper tray of--i'm guessing--the same stuff that they are eating in the dining room. There even is a bottle of Gatorade. He releases my cuffs so that my hands are free to eat using knife and fork.

Before i start to eat he tells me to get out of the cage. He caresses me gently and we embrace.

"You are doing very well, boy. Thanks for helping me pass this exam."

He starts making out with me sucking face. He is very erotic and very gentle. Finally he breaks off, embraces me tightly, and whispers in my ear, "you know, boy, i think i'm starting to love my slave."

i start crying tears of joy, sobbing out "Your slave already loves You, Master."

He holds me a bit more and then breaks the embrace, saying "Here, eat your dinner before it gets cold."

Then he leaves and i bawl some more, dripping tears onto my dinner.

CHAPTER 11

I am standing spread-eagled in the center of the dungeon. He hoods me and gags me. my chastity device is removed.

He begins with a demonstration of tit torture using various tit clamps, fingers, and teeth including some of the things he learned from his dad on his birthday. At the end he leaves my very sore tits with weights suspended from nasty tit clamps. They bounce around sending new shocks of pain as i react to the CBT he is now subjecting me to.

Rolling my nuts between thumb and forefinger like Captain Queeg he creates tongues of fiery pain shooting up my groin, circling my waist, and licking up into my rib cage. He doesn't know it, but this is my favorite ball torture-and i do like CBT.

Next he encircles my ball sack with his thumb and forefinger, forcing them down into a hard package. He moves behind me, pressing his crotch against my ass, and starts spanking my nuts with a riding crop. Then he switches to a thick rattan cane. Finally he puts them into a ball press compressing them tightly. It is quite an elaborate device: There are two steel collars around the ball sac, one pushed up to the base of the cock, the other pressing down against the nuts with adjuster rods to separate them as far as my anatomy allows with the result that my nuts are forced tightly downward--connected to my cock-root by a stretched flesh tube. From the lower collar hangs a "U"-shaped yoke in the middle of which is an adjustable thumb-screw pressing a concave pan hard against the bottom of my nuts. When the adjuster rods have been extended for maximum stretch and the thumbscrew tightened pressing against my testicles as hard as possible, i am like a dairy cow who has stepped on one of her milk teats. Then he attaches a few pounds of weights to the yoke and leaves me for a bit.

Actually, balls are pretty strong. Although it looks really hot and extreme there isn't really any danger from compression--and the discomfort is mild compared to the other ball tortures he has learned. i try to relax while i am left alone so that i will be prepared for what i think is coming next: cock torture.

i'm only partially correct. It is clothespin time. He ungags me. One by one he silently attaches clothespins to my ball sack. When there are ten, he begins a game.

"How many clothespins, boy?"

For some reason i know that it is ten. i am right.

Starts removing and attaching clothespins, keeping up a running dialogue with me asking me how many clothespins are on me. Removing clothespins is worse than having them on because the blood rushes into the compressed skin. Quickly i get confused.

"Wrong" he says, not telling me how many there actually are. "Now i'm going to have to add an extra one."

i am hopelessly lost in the count and soon there is no room on the ball sac for more. There are at least 30.

Next he attaches lots of clothespins strung together with a rawhide thong. Various of those are patterned across my chest, down my torso, up my inner thighs.

He adds a few clothespins to my lips and tongue.

Finally he turns to my cock. He plays the same clothes pin game on my dick shaft that he did with my ball sac until it is saturated with clothespins. ... Of course the clothespins on my lips and tongue aren't any help trying to respond.

When he continues the game on the corona of my cut dickhead i start screaming and can't even reply. When the corona has maybe 5 or six pins, he pauses until i get used to the pain. Soon it actually gets bearable as the pain response refractory phase sets in.

Then he takes two nasty alligator clips and sinks their sharp teeth into both sides of my piss slit.

He waits for me to stop screaming, giving me some poppers to sniff. My head begins to buzz ... and then the pain isn't so bad.

Just as the poppers are starting to wear off, one of the strings of clothes pins is violently yanked off--creating intense pain as blood rushes into compressed skin where maybe thirty clothes pins had been.

He waits until the pain subsides and i stop screaming. Then he repeats, yanking the next thong, waits, repeats, continuing until all of them have been removed.

He gives me a hit of poppers, and removes the alligator clips one at a time. By now i am shaking, hanging from my restraints.

i think i know what is coming net. And i am right. He begins slowly to flog my cock and balls with the light deerskin flogger. His goal is that each stroke will knock off one or two clothespins. Of course the newly innervated exposed skin then is screaming with the pain of blood rushing in, but on top of this the flogger is hitting the same skin.

He continues until all have been removed.

"Help me get him down," he says to his dad and the doc, "I'm pretty sure he will collapse if I just unclip him."

The three of them gently lower me to the floor, and lay me on my back. The doc breaks an ampoule of ammonia under my nose and i come out of my daze."

"You pushed him to the limit, there, boy," the doc said.

"I know but I didn't go too far. This is painful as hell, but there is no real trauma. Also, that is why I had him nap and eat a good dinner but let the food settle before we started. Plus I let him out of the cage, held and caressed him, telling him how proud I was of him. We actually made out sucking face a bit and I told him I loved him and he told me he loved me as his Master."

He paused before adding, "The only reason I could take him this far is Dad's Old Guard training. It really paid off. I couldn't have safely pushed him this hard if I didn't know first hand what he was going through." Turning to his dad, he went on. "You know, Dad, when you put those clothespins on my dickhead, I was gagged but I was cursing you nonetheless. .... Thanks for doing it to me, Dad, I'll be a better Master and slave owner from the training."

"You already are a better Master because of it. But, Son, I have an examination question for you. Suppose we hadn't been here. What would you have done differently?"

"First, it would have been a much lighter scene. I'd want him to be able to stand when it was over. I'd probably do just the string of clips or the cock and balls but not both. I might do it sitting strapped to the bondage chair or prone on the bondage table. If I did it standing spread eagle I'd use a spreader bar connected to the electric hoist so that just in case I could safely lower him down."

"What do you think, Doc?" the dad asked.

"If he had gone any further it would have been excessive. He is right that with the two of us here he could go farther than alone. I am impressed with his answer to you. It demonstrates he has a good sense of safety issues."

"I agree," said the dad.

CHAPTER 12

They waited until i felt ready to stand. Then my young Master walked me over to the bondage table, hooded me, removed my butt plug, and inserted a rectal bullet electrical probe, followed by a short butt plug to hold it in position next to my prostate. Then i was strapped face up on the bondage table. "Now electro," i thought to myself.

The kid began an explanation of what he planned to demonstrate: "My slave has already put in an arduous day-especially the last clothespin scene. I want him to be in good shape for tomorrow's finale. So I'm going to make these remaining scenes abbreviated. All I want to accomplish is demonstrate my proficiency with wax and electricity. The focus will be on technique and safety."

"First I'm going to do a brief wax scene on him. .... The main issue with wax is to have the wax molten when it hits the skin but low enough in temperature that the skin does not really burn .... but he NEEDS to think he IS being burned. ... You don't want to use good candles with beeswax. The melting temperature is too high. Use cheap plumbers or emergency candles."

He lights a candle and proceeds to hold it up pretty high above my body so he can observe how i and my skin react. Finding a good distance to make it painful without actually burning, he dribbles a line along one thigh. Next he dribbles wax on a nipple, until it builds it up. He dribbles more wax on one point on my stomach just below the sternum, then sets the candle base into the wax so that the candle stands up by itself as it burns. Taking two more candles, he lights them and proceeds to drip wax on my cock shaft and balls, allowing a substantial build-up. When a good amount has accumulated, he next attacks my dickhead, lowering the candles a bit so the burning sensation is more intense. i grit my teeth, hissing at the pain.

He stops, blows out the two candles, saying, "The candle on his chest has accumulated a large pool of wax. If he moves this chest, some will slop out."

To demonstrate he presses his palm down on my stomach--and then suddenly releases, and i am hit with a good volume of molten wax. I wince, hiss, but do not scream.

"In time a side of the wax pool will rupture releasing a larger volume of wax." He simulates this by depressing the thinnest part of the wall and most of the liquid wax flows out, down the candle shaft onto my chest streaming down towards the bottom of my rib cage. "A scene like this safely could go on for an hour or more, with a dozen or more candles attached to his body, and much of his body coated with wax. I've even heard people melting paraffin in a crockpot and ladling gobs of the stuff at a time. But we don't have time for any of that, so I am going to stop. ..... I think I have demonstrated that I have the skill and knowledge to do wax scenes."

He blows out the candle, detaches it from my stomach, then begins to peel off the wax with his hands as he says, "A flogger is a fun way to remove the wax, but this slave has enough more to suffer today and he has one hell of a day coming up tomorrow, so I won't."

He attaches two adhesive medical electrode pads to my body, one on the center of my right ass cheek and the other onto my ball sac. He takes a small device about 2" wide, 3/8" thick, and 8" long and attaches one lead to the electrode pad on my ass and the other to the one on my ball sac.

"This is a Omron Low-frequency Electrotherapy Electronic Pulse Massager. Essentially it is a programmable TENS unit for doing physical therapy massage of various body parts. It has 15-18 minute programs. You can vary intensity and frequency. "

The doc interrupts, "I am familiar with it. It is available by prescription only. I wrote the prescription for the unit you have."

The young Master continues, "That's right ..... I've selected the 'Back' massage mode because it is the strongest. It is a 15 minute program. It alternates between 'Push,' 'Tap,' and 'Knead' cycles that alternate building up to crescendos. I tried it on myself last week, and it feels like you are being kicked in the nuts and other neat ball tortures. I'm going to crank it up full strength with frequency 6. In my experiments I found it packed the biggest wallop with those settings. I found could just take it but it was a real workout."

Turning to me he says, "One reason there are so few electro BDSM porn flicks is that the torture is internal and hard to display visually. ... slave, periodically I'm going to ask you what is happening to your body, how it feels. That's why I hooded you, so that you can focus on the sensations. I want honest answers, boy."

"Yes Sir!"

He turns it on, shows the examiner the settings.

All three modes have the sensation of electroshock. But they also produce a feeling commensurate with the mode names. In "Push" the electro shock starts focused in the center of each nut and then spreads out as if your nuts were repeatedly being flattened. In "Tap" it is as if something were hitting you sharply right in the center of the nuts in a tapping manner starting fast, then slowing down, then spreading up again. "Knead" feels like someone is rolling your nuts with their thumbs against a surface. Each cycle takes about 3 minutes. The finale is intense tapping for a minute. At times my left ass cheek twitches like involuntary clenching and release.

When asked, i gave descriptions. The kid was right. It's like getting kicked in the nuts. When the 15-minute program ends, i feel a tightness in my gut.

"Normally I would repeat the cycle two or three times on him. But I'll do it just once for this demonstration."

i think to myself, i'm nearly spent from just one cycle. After 30-45 minutes of this i would be wiped out.

Next he attached E-Band Velcro electrodes around my the base of my penis glans and an E-stem gel electrode to my ball sac. Then he lubed and inserted an electrode catheter down my urethra. Finally he attached E-stem gel electrodes to the soles of my feet.

"Most electro units send two-halves of an electrical circuit to two different parts of the body, allowing the electro-conductivity of the body to complete the circuit. Because nerves themselves send electrical signals to the muscles, the results can create kewl muscle responses. In fact this is the basis for TENS devices used in physical therapy."

Pointing at the electrodes attached to various parts of my body, he explains: "I have 7 places of electrode contact. Probably the most important one is the bullet up his ass, resting on his prostate. I can use any pair of these to make a circuit. That's a lot of different combinations. You will notice that in no case does the shortest path between electrodes go above the waist. This is to prevent the electro stimulation crossing the heart. It's a basic rule that in most electro you don't attach above the waist. However there are a couple exceptions I'll demonstrate and explain later."

The doc, says, "That is sound advice, son, but i'm a little apprehensive about there being exceptions. Before I let you demonstrate them, you will have to convince me it is safe."

"Yes Sir. I'll explain the theory when we get to that point and you can decide whether to allow it."

"The next unit is an ErosTek ET-312B unit that is a sophisticated programmable TENS unit with 18 programs, with controls for tempo, frequency, and intensity." Reading from his notes he continues, "It has two separate circuits plus provision for a third waveform so that you can torture different parts of the body simultaneously.

"First I'm going to connect the foot electrodes and demonstrate how the device works. The signal will go up one leg, across through the groin, and back down to the other foot." He explains that this will be the least intensive because it has the longest distance to travel, then continues, "This sorta resembles how the device would be used in physical therapy?excerpt there you wouldn't run things through the groin."

The sensations are a mixture of stinging and muscle twitching. I do not scream.

Unhooking the feet electrode leads, he says, "Now I'm going to hook one pair of leads to the bullet and the catheter electrode. Its tip and the bullet are on opposite sides of the prostate. So it is going to really get zapped. If i use the bullet with either the cockhead electrode or the ball sac one, it too will zap the prostate, but not as intensely. The second pair is going to connect the cockhead and the ball sac. I'll demonstrate each pair separately, then both at once."

"Won't they interfere with each other and get out of control?" the doc asks.

"I don't understand the electronics, Sir, but according to the ErosTek manual that won't happen. It has something with the electronics for the two different circuits being isolated from each other?whatever that means. But I don't understand the electronics. I searched the web pretty seriously and I don't find any indication it has been a problem. Also I went onto the eckie.com 'Bondage Fan' BDSM site and in the forum asked if anybody knew of this being a problem and those who responded said in their experience it had not been a problem, Sir."

Turning to me, the kid says, "Vocalize how it feels. If you need to scream that is fine, but try to tell us why you are screaming."

First comes the circuit between cock and balls. It hurts a lot and I scream that it is like i've stuck my dick into an electric socket, like my genitals are on fire, like lightning hit.

Finally he zaps the prostate using the bullet and the electrode catheter. The sensations are so intense and painful i can only scream inarticulately.

Each of these demonstrations has only lasted about three minutes.

"Now I'm going to do both simultaneously and I'm going to let it run for five minutes."

Suddenly my lower body is overwhelmed with intense sensations. my brain can't sort out one from the other. my screams are inarticulate. Suddenly my prostate erupts in the most intense orgasm of my life, blowing wad after wad out with such force that the catheter electrode is expelled, breaking the circuit. He turns the other channel off.

"Let's let him come down while I explain the theory about the first of the two exceptions to not-above-the-waist."

He hands each of the examiners a tit clamp with separate leads attached to each jaw. "The basic theory for the kind of electro-stimulation we've been doing is that the electrical signals take the most direct route between the two electrode attachment points. It you attach these babies to the nipple, the current is just going to zap the nipples, and not affect the heart. For this kind of electro play, this is the only exception to the 'not above the waist' rule." Turning to the doc he asks, "Do I have permission to demonstrate, Sir?"

"Yes, but do it just to the right nipple since it is farther away from the heart and do it just long enough for the slave to describe the sensation. I want to look into this further before giving my unqualified approval or let you do it in unsupervised play. .... Hmm speaking of which, I want you to get CPR certification for the protection of your slave."

"Yes Sir. Good ideas, Sir." He attaches the clamp to my right nipple, selects a circuit and turns it on. I grit my teeth and hiss as i try to deal with the pain. "It is a cross between very nasty tit clamps being yanked and someone biting them off, Sir."

The kid turns it off.

"What is the other exception, Son?"

"The Violet Wand. It generates static electricity rather than regular electrical currents. They stay on the surface of the skin and don't penetrate into the muscle tissue."

The doc interrupts, "that is what the heart essentially is?muscle tissue."

"Exactly, Sir. So the main safety concerns are that if done excessively it can cause sunburn and never use it close to the eyes. ... Not above the bottom of the shoulders is a good rule."

"It started out as a quack medical device," the doc explains, "that allegedly 'quickened every vital process causing the blood to course through the body with renewed vigor, freeing the blood of poisons and oxygenating cells.' Now a reworked safer version is manufactured for BDSM electro play. It's safe when the precautions you mention are taken."

The young Master continues, "There are three main ways to use the violet wand. The first is known as 'Direct Application.' In it you just hold the unit near the skin and create arcs, moving about from target to target."

The young Master puts the round ball head on the unit and, holding it several inches from my skin, goes all over my body. The static-electricity visibly arcs between my body and the wand head. He focuses more attention on my cock--especially the glans--than anywhere else. It feels like a jolt of static electricity, such as when you pet your cat and the spark jumps to your skin. He varies the adjustments and it goes from erotic tingles that feel like you are in an Alka-Seltzer bath, with the sparks fizzing lushly over your skin, all the way up to sharp shocks.

"In the second method I am going to attach the wand to the slave's body using a contact pad. This will charge his body. If i touch his body with my hands, a Wartenburg pinwheel, or a Mylar flogger he will be shocked from inside his body."

No shit. It is like i am exploding. When he does it to my cock shaft and head, it feels like thousands of needles piercing them from the inside out.

"The third method is known as 'Indirect Application.' Here I am going to pass the static electricity through my body to his. He will feel it but I won't. You can us a Wartenburg pinwheel or a Mylar flogger instead of my fingers to create new patterns of static discharge. But I'm going to do something very different."

He holds the wand's electrode firmly in his left hand and turns it on. Then he spreads the fingers of his right hand and brings them near to my skin. Arcs start jumping from his fingers to my skin. He "rakes" me with five thunderbolts as he draws his spread fingers over my skin. He pauses to concentrate the static charges on my nipples. When he gets to my penis, he cups his fingers around my shaft then my glans, keeping them far enough away to have strong arcs, but never touching. It is like he is massaging my glans in edge play, only the sensations are far more intense despite no actual contact. Uncontrollably i scream.

He turns the wand off. i hear the click of a switchblade knife opening, followed by the scraping of the sharp blade against my cock shaft. He stops for a minute, then i feel the prick of the sharp tip of the knife blade against my ball sac. i'm hooded. i don't understand what is going on. i begin to get very anxious. Then the knife blade starts scraping the glans of my cock. i'm scared for the second time in this examination. Suddenly i feel the knife blade enter my piss slit. i am about to lose it.

Suddenly i feel the knife resting on the base of my ball sac right where it attaches to the root of the cock. Holding the wand in this left hand he turns it on and as he lifts the knife blade away the sensation is that the knife is cutting off my balls.

"No! No!. Don't cut my balls!"

i start to cry but panic takes completely over when he does the same thing at the base of my glans. It feels like he has sliced off my cock head. i am screaming in uncontrollable panic, thrashing at my bounds.

He removes my hood, frees my neck, and raises my head so that i can see. To my astonishment, my cock and balls are still there intact. i start crying uncontrollably in relief.

"boy, the knife blade I stuck in your piss slit was a different one that i had dulled so that it can't cut anything. You never were in any danger." Turning to the two examiners, "Sirs. A lot of BDSM is mind-fuck."

"I dare say you have shown you have the knack for mind-fuck," both examiners respond almost in unison.

My young master turns to me, kisses me deeply, then whispers in my ears, "you have to learn to trust me, slave." i respond by bawling like a baby.

"Well, Sirs, that ends today's demonstration of a 'typical day' in this slave's life. But in a given day fewer things would be done, so it would be much less intense and he would have more down time. Often instead of torture he might just do a lot of servicing of my cock-like keeping me hard for a long time or doing holster duty while I watch TV."

When i am released, he continues, "This slave has endured a lot today, and done a great job. he needs to be fresh for tomorrow's finale. So I'm going to let him sleep unrestrained except for chastity ... and he is to sleep in my bed with me."

The two examiners leave, i am embraced and kissed by the young Master, then led to bed where we cuddle and make out.

"Thanks, slave, you did a great job today."

"Thank you, Master."

We fall asleep cocooning with me nestled in his embrace, His cock gently resting against my ass crack. i fall asleep feeling happy and contented.

Chapter 13

The next morning, the young Master and i got up. i was allowed to eat the same breakfast made by his mother as he did, sitting-nude, locked, and plugged, of course-at the table with his dad and mom.

We return to the dungeon, and i am given down time to let breakfast settle in my stomach and prepare myself for the finale that i suspect will be brutal. My young Master is naked--as he has been throughout the final exam.

About 90 minutes later the examiners arrive and we are ready to begin.

"I used to be a bully. I was kicked out of a number of schools because I could not stop bullying other kids. That is why my parents decided to Home School me. Dad had a serious talk with me about my bullying, wanting to know if there was some way to channel my aggression more productively or at least less harmfully. I suggested he get me a slave. He agreed, recruited this slave," pointing to me, "and made me undergo this Old Guard training and this Final Examination. That is how we got to this situation."

"The training and preparation for this exam have really changed me. I no longer am a bully. I understand that bullies are cowards. I don't want to be a coward."

"Why do you say bullies are cowards? asked the doc. "Aren't cowards people who flee from conflict or fights?"

"I did some web research to try to understand the bully in me. Bullies pick on people they think are weak and won't fight back. Bullies never take on conflict with people they view as strong. Bullies are weak themselves and afraid of a fair fight. At least I now see that I was."

"Bullies also are cruel or sadistic. I know I enjoyed the torment of my bullying victims. The more they suffered the more I wanted to hurt them--more and even more."

Pointing to me, he continued, "This slave is NOT weak. Only a real man can take what he takes. he is more masculine than I am."

"During my training, where I had to live as a slave for a week and also take the various sorts of punishment I have been demonstrating in this exam, I felt the most masculine ever in my life. Part of being a man is the ability to take pain and hardship. I became a man during my training."

The dad interrupted, "That is very insightful, Son. I'm glad to hear it."

The kid continued, "What I don't know is what is left of the bully now. As this slave's Master I won't be preying on the weak. he certainly is not an unwilling victim. But what about the cruelty, the sadism?"

"Before I can responsibly own this slave, I need to better understand the cruel sadist in me. At the moment I don't know how cruel and sadistic I really am. I just don't know whether I am so cruel and sadistic that, torturing and abusing him, I might go too far. I know I have enjoyed seeing him suffer during these various demonstrations. But I also know that I held back on most of the tortures for demonstration purposes."

"Also, during this training and examination period, my interaction with this slave has become intimate and complex. I have come to love him. I need to know how cruel and sadistic I can be towards a man that I love."

"So, I have conceived of this finale as a vehicle for self-exploration, to try to gain insight into these questions, these aspects of me, under supervised circumstances."

"I have planned an extremely cruel and sadistic finale. I want to see if I am capable of going through with it. If I do, he is going to be severely bruised--so much so that it will take weeks for all of them to go away--but no lasting damage. .... If there is danger of lasting damage, I want you examiners to stop me. But I ask that otherwise you let me continue."

"Deep welting bruises aren't lasting damage," the doc interrupted.

"Thank you, Sir. Shall we begin?"

The young Master took me to the center of the dungeon, stretched me out in a vertical spread-eagle. Since my feet were on the floor, i wondered why he used suspension wrist cuffs instead of the usual leather ones. He removed my chastity device.

"I'm unlocking his cock because it is going to be a frequent target."

As he put an open-jaw hood with no eyeholes over my head, he whispered in my ear, "The mind-fuck with the knife last night was to teach you that you can trust me. You HAVE to trust me in this finale. It will be very intense, and you may want to panic like you did last night. Trust me. There will not be any reason to panic no matter how extreme things seem to you. But scream all you want."

Then he kissed me.

"He needs to not be able to see. In some respects the heavy hood would be more appropriate to this finale, but I want to be able to hear his unmuffled screams. In order to explore how sadistic and cruel I really can be towards this man I love, I need to find out how I respond to his screams and pleas for mercy. That is why I have selected the open-jaw hood and am not gagging him."

He went around back and replaced my large dildo with an electrode butt plug that aligned with the prostate. Next he took two large spring-loaded carpenter's gluing clamps and separately compressed both balls with them. i screamed in protest.

He laughed, "You'll get used to it."

In a bit i did. Then he took about a dozen nasty toothed alligator clips and slowly attached them one by one around the corona of my cock glans and in the piss slit. Each one introduced a new shock of pain and produced involuntary screams. Only when the pain from one had subsided, did he repeat with the next-- until all were on. i didn't appreciate it at the time, but he actually was being kind, preparing me for far more intense clamping of my cockhead that was coming.

As i got accustomed to the pain on my dick head, he put locking forceps on my nipples and hung several pound weights off each of them. Then he returned to my cock quickly removing all of the alligator clips. They were removed in quick succession, one after the other so that the pain of returning blood from each one integrated with the others creating massive, mounting, unbearable pain. i am screaming incoherently. Before i know it there is a heavy strong-springed, coarse-jawed clamp biting down on my dickhead.

He puts poppers under my nose, whispering "Breathe deeply, baby. It's ok."

The poppers take effect and i begin to relax into the pain. (It is a curious thing about extreme pain scenes: The more you relax into them, accept the pain, and not fight it, the better you tolerate and manage the pain.)

i didn't know then that an automobile jumper cable had been attached to my cockhead. my head was so messed up that i didn't appreciate how much worse it would have been if he had directly attached the toothed jumper-cable clamp without the alligator clamp preparation which had raised my pain threshold.

The jumper cable and the electrode buttplug are attached to the ErosTek ET-312B unit.

"I have picked the "Torment" mode and I'm cranking up the levels."

He turns it on. Random stimulation with varying intensities starts, where even the lowest intensities are hovering at my pain threshold. i begin to struggle against my bonds trying to escape the torment my cock and prostate are receiving. As i do the weights on my nipples and the clamps on my balls bounce around adding new floods of sensation.

He goes over to his dad and the doc, saying so that i cannot hear, "I'm planning on 90 minutes like this--unless he passes out or something. I've been thinking that some time I might make him spend an entire night like this while I sleep nearby. I want to learn today whether that might be feasible. I'm very interested to see how he handles it. And of course to find out how much I enjoy his suffering."

After a while i stop struggling and just sink against my wrist suspension. Now i see why he chose the suspension wrist cuffs. When i sink, he comes up, asking, "You OK?" When i nod yes, he gives me a couple hits of poppers. Hard as it is to fathom, the poppers are just the trigger i need to relax into the pain. Quickly i cease to notice the pain from the clamps on my dickhead or on my tits. i go into deep sub-space, and get to the point i don't care whether the zapping of my cock and prostate continues or stops. It just doesn't matter.

The young Master, his dad, and the doc are watching closely my responses to the torture.

"You know, when I was a bully I enjoyed watching my victims suffer. But I never even thought about what their experience was like, what it would be to suffer a bully's torment. But in this case, it is very different. Because of my Old Guard training I've experienced the ErosTek zapping my prostate and things clipped to my cockhead and balls, so I can empathize with my slave and what he is suffering."

"Does it make a difference in your enjoyment of your cruelty, Son?"

"Yes, Dad, it does. I am enjoying my cruelty towards him much more than I did bullying kids. Although I have never experienced this level of intensity I KNOW what he is going through. That makes the cruelty more thrilling." Pointing to his cock he continues, "I'm not sure I ever have been this hard. Obviously my dick likes what I am doing to my slave."

"You are more than just cruel. You are getting sadistic pleasure from torturing him, aren't you?" the doc asked.

"Yes Sir, I sure am, Sir."

"Son, what if at the end of this exam we said we weren't sure whether to pass you?"

"That scares me, Dad."

"Of course it does. But just suppose that our reason was that you were far more extreme in your treatment of this slave than anything you received in your training and we weren't sure you had adequate appreciation for what you slave is enduring in this finale."

The kid gulps, waiting for his dad to continue.

"Suppose we gave you a choice: Flunk the exam and become his slave for a month OR you go through the same finale as he does? What would be your response, Son?"

The kid thinks a bit before slowly and carefully responding. "What i am doing to him is close enough to things that I have experienced that the only real difference is the intensity .... which is very much greater."

"Exactly!" says the doc.

"I .... think .... that .... if forced .... i could take the finale."

"Is that your choice, then, Son?"

"Have I already flunked, Dad?"

"No, Son. But I am asking you to make your choice now, a binding choice, in the event that were to be our decision.

"That would be my choice, Dad and Doc, Sirs"

"OK, Son, but don't hold back on the rest of the finale in case you have to suffer the same. Keep in mind that you have supplied us with your scenario for the finale and so we can tell if you are easing up. You ease up, you WILL have to undergo the finale and it will be in accordance with your scenario not what you actually do that is easier. So you have every incentive 'to carry through as planned,' Son."

Yes sir, I understand, Sir."

He pauses thoughtfully for a couple minutes. "You know, Sirs, it wouldn't be a bad thing if you made me go through the finale as bottom. Not that I am asking to, but it might make me a better Master, Sirs. If you require it, I will do it, Sirs. Regardless whether it is a requirement of passing or not."

"I like that attitude," said the Doc," "It makes me more comfortable letting you proceed with the rest of your finale scenario and less prone to put a stop to things when they get extreme."

Chapter 14

When the 90 minutes were up, He turned off and disconnected the ErosTek unit and removed the clamps from my nipples and balls. The pain of blood rushing to fill tissue was extreme, but nothing like when he took the jumper-cable battery clamp off my cockhead. i passed out slumped in my bounds. He snapped and waved an ammonia ampoule under my nostrils and i came to.

With the help of his dad and the doc, they released my hands and feet and lowered me to the floor where they let me rest a bit.

After maybe 10 minutes, he said, "OK get up. Time to continue."

He led me again to the center of the room where he shackled my ankles, legs spread fairly wide. i remained hooded with the open jaw hood, Then he hooked the suspension wrist cuffs together above me and attached them to the electric hoist cable hook and stretched me up taut--so much so that any more my feet would be lifted off the ground.

He left me stretched like that for what seemed a long time. It probably only was minutes, but it was long enough that my stretched body was starting to ache uncomfortably.

"You like being stretched like that? Don't you, boy?"

"Yes Sir. Thank You Sir!"

"You in enough discomfort yet, boy?"

i was in enough discomfort, but i knew better than to say that. "No Sir. The boy needs more discomfort, Sir. Please Sir!"

"I thought as much," he snarled as he grabbed the base of my cock and balls and attached some sort of tether around them connected to a horizontal rope--which he proceeded to tighten until my back was arched backwards and i was pulled up on my toes.

"That better boy?"

"Yes Sir, Thank You Sir."

He left me off balance, muscles straining, and ignored me until i didn't think i could take much more.

"Uncomfortable, boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Want something to take your mind off of it, boy?"

"Yes Sir!. Anything Sir!"

"Anything? ... Hmmm .... Well you asked for it, boy. Here goes."

i hear a swoosh and a nasty two finger-pointed tawse hits full strength on my upper inner thigh. There is no whipping that i hate worse than a tawse and it is nastiest on the inner thighs. He is hitting very hard and rapidly, systematically working down one inner thigh and then back up, then doing the same to the other, i am screaming in agony. my already stretched and arched body struggles hopelessly to avoid the blows. But i am stretched so tightly that there is no relief. my thighs are on fire. Finally i get some relief when he does the same to the insides of my calves. When they also are smarting, burning, stinging, he goes back and attacks the inner thighs even more aggressively than before.

When he is satisfied how beat up my inner-legs are, he releases the tether to my cock and balls and my body straightens back to relative flat-foot stretched comfort. He ignores me for a few minutes. Later i learn his cock was so excited from the beating that he was edging it ignoring me.

Eventually he unhooks my ankle cuffs, and buckles my ankles to each other, causing the welted thighs to press against each other, sending new waves of pain. He tethers my ankles tightly to a screw-eye set into the floor. The hoist whirs, drawing me upwards so that i am stretched as far as i can flat-footed. Next he fastens a heavy cowhide 8" wide waist-cincher that covers the vulnerable kidney region of my body. As tightly drawn up as i am, my stomach is stretched thin and he is able to cinch the four roller buckles very tightly. i can only breathe shallow breaths.

He begins with the deerskin flogger, methodically flogging my back beginning with my shoulders, slowly working his way down to the waist cincher, then skipping down to my ass, continuing down to my ankles. There is a nice pink glow to my backside, but no welts.

Next he proceeds to flog my chest, working slowly down to the waist cincher, Then he skips to my insteps and works his way back up to my crotch. So far it has been enjoyable. But when he gets to my crotch, focusing on my cock and balls, it begins to hurt. Even that is bearable pain--except when he catches my glans with a flogger thong.

As he works me over, he has a raging hardon. It springs unusually hard when he catches my glans with the flogger tips.

He repeats the same patterns front and back with the cowhide flogger. i sense some welts are beginning to form. When he gets to my crotch, the pain on my cock and balls has crossed into unpleasant, and i scream when the glans takes a direct hit.

Taking the bullhide flogger, he turns to the two examiners, saying too quietly for me to hear, "By the time I am done with him, I want the whole body welted and bruised. So with this bull hide flogger and the cat-o-nine-tails, i'm going to deliberately wrap, bruising the sides of his body."

Consulting the written scenario he has supplied them, the Doc responds, "Yes, your scenario calls for that."

He lays into my back with the bullhide flogger, following the same back and front patterns as before except he skips my buttocks. But then he repeats it, only this time when flogging my backside he wraps the tips around the right side of my torso and legs. When he repeats the front side, he wraps the tips to bruise my left side.

Now that he has me suitably warmed up, he starts laying in on my back and front with the braided cat. He does not follow the methodical patterns he used with the floggers. Instead he moves around slashing every which way. i have no idea where one blow from the next will land. i am unable to anticipate and clench myself for individual blows. Before long i just go limp in my bounds. i no longer care where things hit. i stop trying to manipulate how i take the blows. i just don't care anymore. He keeps this up for perhaps 20 minutes.

Then he takes a 4' single tail and systematically slices the meaty parts of my back and then the pectorals of my chest. With each slice i jump out of my skin, trying frantically to break out of my bounds. But they hold and i take more and more.

He takes up another implement. Turning, again, to the two examiners, he says too quietly for me to hear, "This is a steel CB-antenna whip. It has a protective metal tip on the end, but I don't want it to contact his body. Instead, I'm going to make contact with the upper middle part of the shaft. I told you it was going to get brutal. Now it is!"

At that point my back and front are masses of welts from all the flogging and cat-o-nine-tailing with 2-3" cuts everyplace the single tail has landed. He begins at the top of my shoulders, flexing the CB antenna so that it makes new, very thin, horizontal welts. Wherever the CB antenna intersects with existing welts, little droplets of blood appear.

He continues to make similar CB antenna horizontal blows, spacing them perhaps every 3/8 inch, working his way down to the waist cincher then continuing from my upper thighs down to the bottom of the calves. My backside is mincemeat. i am on the verge of passing out.

"For the most part, I have spared the front from serious cuts. he is going to need to be able to lie on his stomach to sleep while his back heals," he says to the doc and his dad. i am oblivious to him even talking.

Breaking an ammonia ampoule under my nose, i come back to and am alert.

"Here, Dad and Doc, help me reposition him for the last event of the night." He clips my waist cincher at the sides to two chains suspended from the ceiling. Then the three of them move in a kind of padded table that is waist-high. Lowering the hoist that has stretched my wrists up, i am bent over the table, my wrist cuffs are locked to screw-eyes at the far edge of the table. Then the chains attached to my waist cincher are removed and my ankle cuffs are unlocked. My bondage is inescapable, but quite loose affording me a remarkable degree of movement. i'm supposed to stand there, legs straight, bent at the waist. But things are so loose that i can actually sink down to one knee.

Taking a Lexan cane, he explains so that they and i all can hear: "This is a 1/8" Lexan cane. It is extremely wicked. I'm going to give him a severe ass caning. he has to keep count. I've deliberately left him a lot of freedom so he can do whatever he wants to try to process and deal with the pain."

Turning to me, he continued, "When you are ready for the next cane stroke, you position yourself legs straight, bent at the waist. I'm not going to exactly rush you, but if you don't resume the proper caning position in a reasonable time, i'm going to reconnect the chains to your waist cincher, and you'll have less options for dealing with the pain. Do you understand, boy?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Get in position and say, 'Ready for Number 1, Sir'."

i lock my legs straight up, bend at the waist, my upper torso and arms on the padded table. "Ready for Number 1, Sir."

Suddenly there is this crack of the Lexan cane hitting me full strength. Initially it doesn't hurt that much. But after a little delay my ass explodes in blinding, excruciating pain. i sink down onto my knees, hanging off the table by my bound arms.

As the pain is fading away he orders, "Get in position, boy."

i get in position, "Ready for Number 2, Sir" and wait. The delayed eruption of pain from the second stroke is worse than the first time. Again i sink, then reposition at his urging.

By the 10th cane stroke i am blithering, no longer capable of saying "Ready for Number 10, Sir." Instead i struggle to merely say, "10 Sir." But at the same time my getting back into position for the next one has become mechanical and he no longer has to tell me to get up.

By 25 i have lost all ability of intelligible speech and he has taken over giving the count.

By around 30 i no longer care whether the caning continues or stops. i take a blow, briefly sink down, get back into position, ready for another. i am beyond wanting them to stop.

i continue taking cane strokes until, with number 52, my ass is furrowed with the parallel deep cutting cane bruises covering from just below the waist cincher to the bottom of my ass cheeks. The young Master has a raging hard-on.

i am delirious. The young Master solicits the help of his dad and the doc, and they undo my bounds and lay me on the padded floor. Young Master rolls me onto a leather-covered pillow, lying prone face-down.

Immediately he is on top of me, ramming his cock all the way in one violent thrust. The only lube is his pre-cum. Maniacally he rapes me as roughly and violently as he can. He is so sexually charged from torturing me that when he cums his cock does not soften. He continues to rape me, with utter disregard for my discomfort. Every violent thrust into me slams his body against my bleeding ass. He cums again, and is still raping me as i pass out.

He pulls out, and i come to just as i feel his warm hot piss on my ass and back.

"That's the end, Sirs," he says to his dad and the doc.

Chapter 15

Dad and Doc tell Him He has passed, congratulate him, and award Him His leathers. He puts them on. He looks hot in His leather vest, chaps, engineering boots, and Muir Cap. i'm happy for Him. And proud of Him, too.

"You are now the Owner and Master of this slave."

"Master, owner, and lover, Sirs."

"Lover?"

"Yes, Dad. During our training we bonded, and during this examination that bond has turned to love for each other. I love my slave and he loves his Master, Dad."

Turning to me, the dad asks, "Is that true, slave?"

"Yes Sir, my Master and i, his slave, are now lovers, Sir."

"Well I'll be damned," says the dad slapping his knee. He gets up and gathers both of us into his arms and hugs us together. Then the doc hugs us both.

"That is fantastic news, Son."

"Thank you both. ... Dad, there is something I want to do." He hesitates, then continues, "I show my love of my slave through my domination, control, and use of him. ....."

"And i show my love for my Young master by serving Him willingly without hesitation or reservation," i interrupt. "i love being His slave and i love Him by doing His will, Sirs." Sheepishly i look around somewhat embarrassed. "i should have asked for permission to speak freely, Sirs. Sorry Sirs."

"No, my slave lover, I'm glad you did because it has to do with what I wanted to ask to do." Turning to His Dad, He continued, "Dad, once my slave has healed enough, say in 3-4 weeks, i want him to do the finale on me--to Top me as roughly as I topped him."

"Why Son? You passed the Exam. We aren't asking you to do that."

"I know, Dad. But he is my slave lover now and I owe it to him to be the best Master I can. When you two raised the prospect, I said I might be a better Master for going through it. I now believe I will be."

"But there is a deeper reason, Dad. It has to do with us being lovers. The finale today was like our wedding night. When I tortured him as I did, I was making love to him. Turning to me, "slave?"

"Yes, Sirs, He was making love to me and i knew that i truly belonged to Him."

"Well, Dad, I want my slave lover to make love to me."

It was agreed that after I was healed enough we would repeat the finale with me as the Top, my Master as the bottom, and Dad and Doc present.

The ensuing weeks were idyllic. Because of my bruises my Young Master did not use any percussion on me or even keep me in restraints. Even my cock remained unlocked so that the bruises and cuts could heal. i slept in His bed with Him. i sat on the couch with Him and we made out watching TV or videos. We ate with His parents in their part of the compound. We were lovey-dovey like the newlyweds we were. But we never forgot our respective places and roles. He was my Master and He owned me totally and unconditionally. i never initiated any interaction. It was always what He wanted when He wanted it--as is completely appropriate. He was gentle and caressing with me because He wanted to be, not because i had any right to, or expectation of, such treatment. Indeed, as the days pass and i heal, He is increasingly rough when we make out--biting, pinching, squeezing.

Sex, however, was completely one-sided. Since my head had been hooded and not targeted in the finale, straight away He used my mouth to suck Him, drink His piss, and rim His ass. When, after several weeks, the welting, cuts, and bruises on my ass had receded to pink new skin and deep purple splotches, He began to rape my ass and keep me plugged. As soon as my cock was healed enough it was locked up again.

"slave-lover, I learned a few things in my final exam: I love you .... as a slave. I love to hurt and torture you. My dick likes it best when you are in pain, when you suffer. Don't think for a minute that just because I love you I am not going to be cruel or sadistic towards you."

"Just because i love you, Sir, i wouldn't have it any other way."

"You don't have any choice anyway, boy. I own you. My love for you is cruel and sadistic. Don't you forget it, boy!"

. . . . . . . . . .

Finally i was healed enough that i could reverse roles and Top Him in a repeat of the finale scenario. Dad and Doc were present.

i'm not going to describe in detail how it proceeded because it was a faithful reproduction of the scenario He used on me-even down to me raping Him at the end. What was different were our heads and the fact He knew in advance what was coming next whereas i hadn't.

i did not get hard from torturing my Young Master. i did it because i was ordered to by Him and He wanted it. The only enjoyment i got out of it was doing what He wanted. i tried to keep focus on the fact that this was me making love to Him.

Afterwards we talked about His experience of it. He said it was unbelievable hell and He would have done most anything to escape. When He saw He couldn't He just resigned Himself to His fate and stopped fighting it. He got to the point of indifference as to what was happening to Him. At times it was like He was out of His body--being a detached observer watching and impersonally feeling what was being done to it. He said He never had been in bottom space like that before, and now He had a better understanding how i deal with extreme pain and torture. He said He did try to focus on it being me making love to Him, but He had difficulty holding on to that focus. Ultimately He just disengaged and took it.

He went on to say that He was very glad He did it, because He has a better understanding what extreme scenes are like for me and other pain-pig slaves.

Chapter 16

Things were fairly low-keyed as He recovered from His bruises and cuts. i was solicitous in my care as i nursed Him to recovery.

Dad told us he'd heard from Latowski that the device finally was ready. He suggested that the three of us fly to Germany for the final fitting. It was enjoyable travelling with the two of them. At Latowski's it was rather odd: me standing naked in the middle of the room as Latowski fit the device on me and made some adjustments. We were not alone, since his female interpreter was present to translate between our English and his German.

Latowski largely ignored my young Master, interacting primarily with His dad. i doubt Latowski had any idea that i was owned by the kid, not the dad. Dad said he wanted to try the electro-stim devices out before we left. He handed the remote to his son and said, "Son, why don't you try it out on him so that i can observe."

"Sure, Dad!" He played with it, cranking the settings up and holding the button down a little too long, so that my cock was really getting zapped trapped in those steel underpants.

Next Latowski hooked up the TENS unit, and again Dad gave it to the kid to try out.

When everything was fitted properly and tested, we left Latowski's and went back to our hotel. Dad decided i would wear the Latowski while we were in Germany. Dad had planned for us to do some sight-seeing in Germany before we returned. We drove from Dortmund to Frankfurt, to Stuttgart where we saw the Ballet perform pieces choreographed by John Cranko and Maurice B‚jart, ending up in Munich. There we went to Der Englisher Garten where, beneath the Chinese Tower, we ate wurst and pigs knuckles as we drank beer and listened to an Oom-Pah band. We also went to see Bayerische Staatsoper Festival performances of Mozart's "Die Entf£rung aus dem Serail" and "Don Giovani" as well as Strauss's "Ariande auf Naxos." My young Master enjoyed the comedy of the Mozart operas, especially when Don Giovanni invites the statue to dinner, and it comes. But He found the Strauss static and heavy going, whereas Dad and i thoroughly enjoyed it. i particularly thrilled at the deep-throated registers the soprano uses when singing the "Es gibt ein Reich" aria. Our tourism ended with a visit to Mad King Ludwig's Neuschwanstein Castle in the Bavarian Alps that was the inspiration for Walt Disney's Snow White Castle. Then we returned to Munich to catch our plane back home.

During this travel in Germany, i was i was locked in the Latowski the whole time. My young Master delighted in using the remote shock device at the most inopportune times.

He also kept pestering His dad that they should make me fly back wearing the Latowski saying He wanted to see me get humiliated trying to go through security locked in my steel chastity pants. In the end, Dad said no, that while the humiliation would be fun it probably wasn't smart to mess with German airport security people when we didn't know the language. In the end they locked a curve with a plastic lock on me for the flight back.

By the time we got back, i was fully healed from my examination ordeal, and my young Master was well-enough along in healing that once again He could begin to use and abuse me. The lovey-dovey honeymoon was over. Now i had to adjust to being the slave of a cruel and very sadistic 13 year-old Master who loved to torture and humiliate me--and loved me in the process.

Quickly we fell into a basic routine: Wake up, service His cock, drink His piss, work-out a couple hours, clean-out and plugging ass, ass play, daily punishments, lots of sexual service and use. In time we had to sandwich these between his Home Schooling sessions.

He loved to see me suffer, struggling to deal with His abuse. Of course, i soon got used to it and, pig that i am, quickly learned to take and enjoy His tortures, humiliations, and abuse.

That of course frustrated Him because His cock liked it best when i was really suffering. This meant that He tended to invent new and more cruel ways to abuse me.

For example, it wasn't that long before i could take the full 5-quart enemas and hold them locked in the enema stand for an hour. As it became routine for me, He would get angry that i wasn't suffering enough.

He started adding peppermint Castile liquid soap. It made the cramping more intense. He likes it best when i am in sheer agony from intensive cramping. He keeps surfing the internet trying to find safe additives that add to my agony.

These days, ice water enemas are standard. The five quart tank is filled with crushed ice and covered with water, then allowed to melt to almost freezing water. The cramping is immediate and intense. He has to be careful to see that i don't slip into hypothermia. The cramping is so intense and unrelenting that i just have to zone out to cope.

Over time, my Master came to the opinion that i had way too much freedom. Clanking around in wrist and ankle cuffs connected by short chains was not enough. More and more my default became hands cuffed behind my back.

In time He added the waist-cincher with my cuffed hands locked behind to a "D" ring on the cincher. As i got used to that He started pinioning my elbows together, so that i had very little movement of my arms for hours daily. A posture collar forces me to keep my head erect. Usually i am tethered by the balls.

Increasingly He gagged me. These days i wear a large ball gag at night to sleep. Most of the rest of the time, i wear a 2" ring gag leaving my mouth and throat available for assault, rape, and urinal duty. His cock just fits nicely through the ring. Rarely am i allowed to speak.

i no longer sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed. Instead, i am stretched out tightly across the head of the bed, ankles tethered to one side, wrists to the other. He uses my stomach as His pillow.

He doesn't do this every night. Some nights, on weekends even several days and nights, i am left hooded in the standing cage. Other nights i am tied on to a fuckpole with a conical-shaped dildo for the night. The more i relax, the deeper it sinks into me. i get very little sleep.

Last Wednesday He was in a particularly cruel mood, so He had me spend the night vertically spread-eagled with my cock and ass connected to the ErosTek which was cranked up high and left to run for eight hours while He slept peacefully.

my use and abuse varies. Some days He is really into it and spends most of the day fisting, fucking, whipping, etc. But some days He isn't so energetic or just doesn't want to be bothered with me. When He is in that mood, He just wants me uncomfortable with no effort on His part.

He has left me holding 5-quarts in the enema stand for as many as 8 hours.

He has had me in the sling being relentlessly fucked by machine for hours on end.

One of His favorites is to have me kneel sucking on a doorknob for hours on end. Usually my wrists are tied to my ankles, making for awkward balance. The doorknob is full in my mouth and i have to give it day-long blow-jobs. This is a very effective way of keeping me out of the way in serious discomfort. Last time He did this, He did not let me wear my usual knee pads, and instead had me kneeling on one of those office chair carpet-protector pads turned upside-down so that the blunt spikes that normally grip the rug were digging into my knees. The eight hours were unbelievable agony.

Fortunately, most of the time He is in the mood to actively use and abuse me. That is when i am most happy. i know this is a weird sort of love relationship, but as things go on, become more cruel, the deeper i love Him and He me.

Chapter 17

One day a package arrived via UPS. Eagerly He opened it in my presence. It was a pair of Demonia Unisex Chopper 5 1/2" platform knee-high Chunky High-Heel boots in black matte--essentially unisex Goth high-heel boots that zip up on the inside.

Handing me them and a pair of white tube socks, he ordered, "These are for you. Put them on."

i did. I am three inches taller than my Young Master, so i towered over Him more than 8 inches in these."

"Walk around, boy. Let's see you strut your stuff." i do. "Now turn slowly around so I can see the effect!" i slowly turn. "Stop right there!" He orders as my ass is facing Him. He comes up and starts feeling my ass. "Just as I hoped, boy, those high heels do a lot for your ass. Almost like a push-up bra for your ass. Firms your cheeks nice and tight. ... I like the look."

He modified the chopper boots by drilling a hole through the platform soles so that He could insert a spreader bar to keep my legs spread wide.

From then on my default uniform was the chopper boots, knee pads, chastity device and buttplug, waist cincher with my wrists cuffed to it behind, elbow pinion, posture neck collar, and ring gag. Sometimes He would add a hood.

On days when He actively uses and abuses me, there still are times where i am just waiting "on call." At those times He usually just parks me: Spreader bar between the chopper boots, posture collar locked to a screw-eye at the end of a rigid horizontal rod attached to the wall, and blindfold if not hooded. i am kept at attention with all sides of me exposed for His torment.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

Young Master is always on the look-out for new sorts of kinky play. When He finds something He wants to try, He arranges for His dad or another skilled Top to teach Him the techniques, experiences it for Himself as bottom, then under supervision He practices on me before He does it on His own.

One day He came into the Dungeon excitedly carrying a very large carton. "Great! The stuff from Grogan's has arrived." He set it down. i found it strange that He did not open the box given His excitement over receiving it. In fact, He didn't open it until the next day.

"Grogans," i said to myself, "that sounds familiar."

i run things through my mind. Then i remember this Top i used to play with who was into diaper play. He would give me massive overdoes of psyllium husks which would bind my shit together into giant turds with a sausage wrapper-like psyllium coating. He called those giant turds, which could be 15" long, Grogans. He would keep me diapered until i expelled a Grogan, and then i would have to wear it in my diaper for a day or so. He also would pull down the front of my diaper and deposit his own Grogans next to my cock and balls.

But it wouldn't make sense for my Young Master to be receiving a box of used Grogans.

What i don't realize is that Grogan's is a medical supply house that has a large clientele of artists who use plaster or fiberglass casting materials to make George Segal-like sculptures and also serves the recreational orthopedics and casting crowd.

The next day, Doc comes over and he and my Young Master open the box. There is a lot of stockinette, hypoallergenic cotton-batting-like padding, bandage plaster rolls of various widths, fiberglass casting materials, a $1000 American Orthopedic electric Cast Cutter with vibrating blade that allows cutting off casts without injuring the skin below, and cast spreaders to facilitate removing casts after they have been cut.

As they unpack the stuff, Doc explains what each is for. In addition, the doc has brought a package of Foley catheters and syringes to inflate their balloons.

The Doc tells the boy, "I'm going to teach you how to do body casting. I am going to put you in one and then you are going to help me put your slave into a cast."

"Kewl!" He replies.

"You can use plaster or fiberglass. The procedure is the same, but the fiberglass is more expensive and holds up better."

"Let's start. Take off his chastity device and have him lie down on this table. Then you strip and lie next to him."

He unlocks me and we lie down on our backs naked.

"Did you clean yourself and your slave out like I ordered, son?

Yes, Sir. Neither of us has eaten anything for 24 hours. We each have swallowed bottles of Citrate of Magnesia twice, 5 hours apart. And we each have taken two large enemas and expelled them. The last one the water was pretty clear when it came out., Sir."

"Hmm, so that is what that was all about yesterday," i thought.

"Since we are going to cast your crotches, i am going to insert Foley catheters in both of you.

"So that is why He shaved His pubic hair off last night," i said to myself.

"First i am going to catheterize you. Pay attention, because you are going to catheterize your slave with my help next."

Doc puts on surgical gloves and proceeds to wipe Young Master's cock with antiseptic then lays down a sterile field with a hole for His cock to protrude.

"The biggest danger with catheterization is introducing infection into the urethra and bladder. First we need to get you and your cock nice and sterile."

Dock then begins to manipulate His cock, getting Him somewhat hard.

"Catheterization is easier if you are semi-hard." Doc unwraps the Foley from its sterile package, shows it to the kid pointing out the balloon at the tip and coats it with a sterile surgical jelly."

I'm going to insert this into your piss slit and push it past your prostate until it enters the bladder. You can tell when it is there because it will stop resisting so much. I'll keep pushing it a bit further in. I've clamped the external end of the catheter so no piss will come out and mess things up."

Doc proceeds to do to the kid what he has just described. "There I'm in your bladder now. Can you tell?"

"I think so, Sir."

"Good. Now I am taking this syringe with sterile saline solution in it, and i am going to insert it into this side tube. The saline solution will go down and fill the balloon at the end of the catheter." He fills the balloon, then tugs back on the catheter until the balloon is set at the very entrance of the bladder. "Now the catheter won't come out and won't leak even when the bladder is quite full."

He removes the sterile field, takes off the gloves, and lets the kid get up, the clamped end of the catheter dangling off His now limp cock.

Doc talks the kid through doing the same procedure on me. Soon both of us are naked and catheterized.

"Now, son, I'm first going to put you into a fiberglass cast. It is going to go from waist to mid thighs. I picked Royal purple for your cast color."

"First we start with stockinette--an elastic tube of stocking-like material. Pay attention to what I am doing. You can see in the mirror in front and the rear on the TV monitor next to it."

Doc took a medium wide stockinet tube and cut it into two pieces that covered His upper legs from mid thigh to His crotch. Next he took a wider piece and cut it so that it covered His torso from belly button down over the ass and crotch so that it overlapped the two pieces on His upper thighs. Then he took a very narrow piece that he used to sheath His cock--which was hardening from all that was going on. Finally he made a stockinette snood for His balls. Every part of His body from mid thighs to navel was now covered with a layer of stockinette.

Next the Doc secured the kid with His ankles shackled about 18" apart and His hands raised above Him so that He was comfortably stretched.

"This is to position you properly for the remainder of the casting. You need to remain still. Understand?"

"Yes Sir."

Dock began with 2" wide rolls of cotton padding that he used to wrap the kid's cock and balls until it was perhaps 3/8" thick padding."

Taking much wider rolls he started wrapping the lower stomach and hip region starting just below the navel. Instead of just continuing wrapping around over the butt, he adopted more of a weaving pattern, off the waist, diagonally across one butt cheek, then around the upper thigh, and back up to the waist. This way he padded it so that the ass crack was nicely contoured but padded.

Then taking wider rolls he wrapped the kid's upper thighs until they were nicely padded. When he was done the entire region was uniformly thick in its padding.

"Here," Doc said to me, "you are my assistant." He took a roll of the purple fiberglass material, showed me how to soak it in water just the right length of time, then after i handed it to him, he proceeded to unroll it, wrapping it similar to the cotton padding pattern, though this time cutting overlapping strips that they lay vertically along the ass cheeks so as to very nicely have the cast conform to the kid's ass anatomy. The cock was wrapped in fiberglass so that the cock and balls clearly protruded somewhat obscenely, the catheter hanging out the tip. Doc built up the layers until the kid was rigidly encased mid-thigh to navel in a thick rigid purple fiberglass cast.

When it had set, Doc released my Master, who finally got used to waddling around with His legs rigidly spread out so that His ankles were about 18" apart.

"I know walking is awkward, but I had to have that spread to be able to do the crotch wrapping properly. You will get used to it in a day or so."

"A day or so, Doc?"

"Yes. Your Dad and I have decided you need to be kept in the cast long enough to know what it will be like if you decide to cast your slave for extended periods of time."

The Young Master looked crestfallen.

"Don't go pouting now, kid. Your Dad and I have plans to make your confinement lots of fun for both of you. ... Now you need to practice casting your slave."

Under Doc's guidance, my Young Master's spirits rose as he proceeded to replicate on me the cast He is wearing. Before long, the two of us have onidentical royal purple fiberglass short pants.

"Because you have had your intestines thoroughly cleaned out and haven't eaten solid food, there will be nothing for you to shit. That is why we could seal up your asses like this. For the time being you are going to be on all liquid diets, so that you can be kept like this for some days. Have fun."

With that the Doc left, but not until he had replaced the clamps on our catheters with locking ones, saying "Your Dad will have the keys."

Shit, i thought, not only are we trapped in these casts we have lost control of our bladders.

"Well, slave, i guess we better make the best of it," my Young master said. With that He pulled us together, our fiberglass-encased cocks banging each other, and began to make out. "I guess it's going to be vanilla stuff as long as we are like this."

Our casts were such that we could not sit. Either we stood, lay down next to each other or one on top of the other. i think it was easier for me than for Him because i had learned to deal with the restrictive movements required by the Latowski .... though in that i could at least sit rigidly.

Mom brought us our liquid diet three times daily as we were unable to sit with them at the dining room table.

Our second night like this, Dad came in as we lay in bed, unlocked our catheters and drained us. Then he said, "There are a lot of fun games you guys can play while you are like this." He proceeded to take a large syringe and fill each of our bladders to an uncomfortable level with sterile saline solution, then clamp us off. "This is known as bladder busting." He left us in agony and neither of us slept much.

The following night, he tied both of us spread-eagled next to each other on the bed. He drained both our bladders, then filled mine even fuller than the night before. Then he connected a piece of tubing between our catheters and opened both clamps. Immediately the sterile liquid from mine flooded onto His. Involuntarily my bladder tried to expel all of it--which of course flooded it into His bladder (which was smaller than mine). Soon He tried to expel the liquid, flooding back into my bladder. This urinary tug-o-war continued all night.

The third day, the Doc returned. "Watch closely what i am doing on the TV monitor over there." Its camera was focused on the crotch of His cast. Doc took the electric Cast cutter and cut out My Young Master's crotch, exposing just His cock and balls.

i was very apprehensive as i watched the cutter blade move along the top of the cock cast, wondering why He wasn't getting cut. Then using surgical scissors the stockinette and padding were cut away exposing His cock and balls.

Doc removed His catheter.

"OK, son, now you are going learn how to cut off a cast." Doc rolled me over on my stomach, took a marking pen and drew a () shaped pair of cutting lines on my ass crack. "This cutter has a blade, but it doesn't rotate, it vibrates. That way it doesn't catch the padding below and it doesn't go deep enough to hit flesh. You don't have to worry about cutting Him. .... You saw how you didn't get cut when i used it to cut along your cock cast, didn't you?"

So that is how it works, i said to myself as i relaxed readying myself to have part of my cast cut off.

The kid quickly got the hang of it as He followed the lines Doc had drawn. Using the cast spreaders He was able to pull off the double crescent cover over my ass crack, then used surgical scissors to cut away the remaining padding and stockinette.

"You guys are going to be in your casts for a number of days more, but at least now you can begin to fuck your slave again," Doc said.

In fact we were like that for another ten days, although several days later the doc cut open my Young Master's ass like mine so that He could shit and we could return to a solid food diet.

And, of course, He kept me plugged much of the time. My catheter did not come out until the cast was removed, and most nights, He would drain then fill uncomfortably my bladder for sleeping.

He became adept in fucking me wearing His cast, and of course i was on my knees much of the time servicing His cock with my mouth.

Finally we were released from our casts. i enjoyed the relative freedom of being back in the Latowski.

Chapter 18

A few weeks later the Doc showed up. It seems that my Young Master had a new casting scene He wanted to do on me. Doc was there to supervise and assist.

He was going to put me in a full-body cast.

Doc explained that we were going to use plaster, not fiberglass, casting materials this time because the plaster was porous enough to breathe through whereas the fiberglass was not.

First i am catheterized, a bullet electrode is put up my ass, a Velcro one around my cock head.

Then they proceed to encase me from head to toe in stockinette, then wrap me completely in cotton padding. Then positioning me in different ways for different parts, they proceeded to apply the plaster casting strips, soaking the rolls in water and wrapping and cutting and smoothing just like the fiberglass. Soon i was in this thick plaster encasement, my catheterized cock and balls encased and protruding as before, the electrode leads also hanging out. Rubber heel cushions had been incorporated, and my legs were positioned partially bent at the knees and splayed apart by spreader bars incorporated mid-thigh, at the knees, and at the ankles. There were two small holes for my nostril openings, but everything else including my eyes and mouth were encased in plaster. Doc was right, i could breathe through the plaster into my mouth, so i was not dependent just on those two small holes.

i was amazed how comfortable it was. It was the most rigid bondage i every have experienced, yet there were no pressure points, no points of constriction like normal bondage, no circulation problems. i felt i could stay like this a long time.

i could and i did.

Sometime that evening the ErosTek was hooked up to the protruding electro leads and my prostate was zapped. Since i was utterly helpless all i could do was relax into and enjoy the sometimes painful stimuli. They repeated the torture at random times.

When it became nighttime, my bladder was drained and refilled to uncomfortable with saline solution. The next day my bladder was released. i remained rigidly encased like that for a long time. i completely lost track of time. Later i learned that i was like this for about 36 hours before the nastier games began.

I felt something near my mouth. Soon a round hole had been cut over my mouth, slightly larger in diameter than my mouth when open at its widest. Soon His rigid cock intruded (i know that cock when i feel it) and i am sucking it. Then He starts face fucking me. After He cums, He pisses down my throat. My dehydration is reversed.

He comes back several times more in the next however many hours, always using me the same way. This is incredibly hot. Totally helpless and being used. i feel deliciously dehumanized.

Then i feel something happening around my nipples. The cast is being removed. 2" radius circles centered on the nipple exposed. Soon He is biting and chewing on my nipples as roughly as He can.

The abruptly He stops.

A while later i hear Doc and Him approach talking softly.

"Well, kid, you're going to learn a new skill now," Doc said being careful not to reveal what it is that is going to be done to me. I feel my exposed nipple regions being swabbed with what feels like alcohol followed by something else. Betadine it turns out, but i don't know it at the time.

"Here clamp it like this," as Doc locks a pair of Pennington forceps on my left nipple. "Now you do it on the other one." He does.

"Now push it through like this." i feel an 18 ga piercing needle inserted through the openings in the tips of the Pennington and out the other. "Now you try it. Once you start, keep pushing, go through in one smooth motion." The kid does a pretty fair job of it.

"You don't really need the Pennington's with these tiny ga piercing needles, but if you were using 14, 12, or 10 ga. for a permanent piercing you would need them. And to get a good position you would be pushing into a sterile cork held against the exit site. I just wanted you to know the technique."

"Here is how you do it for play piercing without the forceps." He demonstrates using 20 ga. disposable hypodermic needles, continuing to explain as he does, "The idea is to prick the skin, then pierce subdermally close to the underside of the skin, then out again. Very shallow piercings. Now you try it."

My Young Master tries.

"That's it. Now put as many as you want in. They can go through the nipple from different directions or they can go in the surrounding corona or even nearby skin." He proceeds to place more until there are about six for each nipple.

They leave me for a number of hours. i drift in and out of sleep, having totally lost any sense of time. i don't know whether i am dreaming or hallucinating from sensory deprivation.

Eventually i feel my cock and balls being freed of their cast. Soon i feel needles penetrating the outer skin of my cock sheath in three rows. The kid is doing it to me under the Doc's supervision."

When my cock sheath is fully decorated, the doc says, "Before i agreed to this scene i had you experience the kind of subdermal piercings we have been doing. But you haven't experienced what is going to happen next, so I'm going to do the rest, not you."

I hear the spray of an aerosol and next thing i knew a bandanna steeped with ethyl chloride was in my mouth. "Suck it," Doc said as he plunged a 20 ga hypodermic through the glans of my cock. Then a second one. The ethyl chloride effect wore off by the time he put in the third one and i screamed in agony.

"That enough for now. We'll explore play piercing more some time if you want."

"I'd love that, Sir," my Young Master said.

A couple hours later, they returned and removed all of the hypodermic needles, carefully cleaning everything with antiseptics.

An hour later they cut me from my cast and released me. i was emotionally drained and physically exhausted. Fortunately my Young Master was gentle with me, allowing me to relax, sleep, and recover.

Chapter 19

From the beginning i had been drinking my Young Master's piss. As time went on more and more of the time i would be His urinal until it got to the point that i took all of His piss and that i rarely was given anything else to drink.

There was the issue what to do about His piss when He took a shit. Initially, i would drink His piss then He would sit to shit. But more often than not some additional piss would come out and be lost while He was shitting. So He started having me kneeling in front of Him, His cock in my mouth as He took His dumps.

Gradually i got used to this and became OK with the smell of His shit coming up from the water below.

Eventually, after He had wiped His ass clean, He would have me "polish" His ass crack and hole with my tongue. This was no big deal since i was used to rimming Him.

In time, however, He began to wipe not so carefully, and as i polished i would get the sweet, or sometimes slightly bitter, taste of slight shit residue. Again, this was no big deal as i often had rimmed His less-than-clean asshole.

Gradually His wiping with paper got more and more perfunctory. But the increases in amounts of stuff i licked up were incremental, and so there was no big change from day to day, though over time i went from polishing a perfectly clean ass crack and hole to the point where finally He had dispensed with any pretense of wiping with paper.

One day instead of His normal shitting routine with me being His toilet paper, He removed my chastity device and my plug, then tied me down arms spread-eagled, feet stretched out together on the floor of the stainless-steel Raunch Room. He squatted over my chest and took a dump leaving a sizable deposit on my sternum. Then He sat on my face and had me clean His crack and hole.

He left me like that all day, and before night took two more dumps on me. Before each of those dumps He would piss over the growing pile of shit on my chest. Sometime that evening my bladder was so full and my ass unable to hold in my shit any longer, until finally i just let go shitting and pissing myself. He left me over night lying in His and my own filth.

The next morning He repeated the ritual, but then He untied my right hand. "If I were you I'd think of smearing that stuff all over your torso and face, boy."

For the first time i deliberately disobeyed. He was very angry when next He approached me. He grabbed my free hand, shoved it into the shit on my chest, and started smearing. First my torso. Then my face.

"Open your mouth, you filthy pig!" i refused. He grabbed my nose closing it off. When i opened my mouth finally to breathe He forced a handful of his shit into my mouth, then forced my jaw shit with His hands--still holding my nose. Fighting for air, i had to swallow. When i did, He released His hands, wiping the shit off on my legs. He retied my free hand.

"Disgusting pig," He muttered as He stomped off.

During the day He built up a new pile of dumps on my chest. Again i was left over night. He gave me nothing to eat other than the shit He forced down my throat and whatever piss i could catch when He watered my chest and face.

The next morning He took His dump on my cock and balls. He untied my right hand and told me to masturbate using His shit as lubricant. i resisted. But then He used a cattle prod in my groin and boy did i start masturbating with my hand full of shit. I had not cum since the night i had raped Him in the re-creation of the exam finale with Him as the bottom. It was a fantastic explosive orgasm.

"Grab some more shit off your chest and do it again," He ordered brandishing the cattle prod. i obeyed.

Two more cums later, He ordered, "Clean your fingers and hand off with your mouth. Swallow everything."

Fearing the cattle prod, i obeyed. Then He fastened my right hand back down.

"You are not going to be released or get any other food until you become an eager shit-eater. I don't care how long it takes. You are going to learn to eat My shit right out of My asshole. Before this is over you will be begging Me to feed you My shit. Think it over, pig."

The next morning He came in. "Open your mouth wide. You ready for your breakfast right out of the package, Pig?"

i was starving, dehydrated, slightly disoriented. i nodded yes.

"Beg for it boy."

i begged as hard as i could for His shit.

Finally, "You asked for it, Pig." He squatted, His hole right over my open mouth. He slowly pushed out firm turds and i bit them off and chewed then as fast as i could. i could not keep up and they started smearing out over my face. i kept trying to gobble as much as i could."

He got up. "What do you have to say, Pig?"

"Thank you for using me as your Toilet, Master. Thank you for the gift of your shit for breakfast, Sir."

"That's more like it, Pig."

He kept me tied down covered in shit like that until i eagerly had eaten two more dumps right out of His ass."

"If I release you and let you clean up, you going to be My eager full-service toilet, Pig?"

"Yes Sir."

"You're a shit-eating pig now. It's 'Oink Oink, Sir!'."

"Oink Oink, Sir!"

Sometimes, after eating His shit, i would retch and barf it up. Brandishing the cattle prod He would force me to lick up and re-ingest the shitty barf.

Gradually i got used to eating His shit on a regular basis. In time i came to look forward to it.

But i learned there was more to being His Full-Service-Toilet than just drinking His piss and eating His shit. When He wanted to spit, He would shout, "Spittoon!" and i would put my ring-gagged face a foot in front of His face and He would spit. Often it would land on my face, not in my mouth. If i could scoop it in with my tongue, i would slurp it down. Otherwise i was to let it just dry on my skin.

He also wanted to use me as human Kleenex. If i was ungagged, then He would stick His nose in my mouth and He would blow as i sucked the snot out. But most of the time i was gagged, my wrists locked behind to the waist cincher and the elbows pinioned. So, He simply used the armpit fold between chest and upper arm, inserting His nose and blowing snot out into the crevice. Occasionally He would use my ass crack the same way.

Initially it was very humiliating to be used as His body-waste receptacle. But in time, as always was the case, being His pig ceased to be humiliating, becoming instead a source of pride.

Chapter 20

During the full body cast scene, my Young Master had indicated He wanted to learn more advanced play piercing. That meant He had to experience it as well.

One day it was time. The kid already had experienced and learned basic subdermal play piercing and how to pierce nipples with and without using Pennington forceps.

Doc had Him strip and then he strapped Him down to the bondage table. But he didn't use the waist or the chest strap. So the kid was restrained just by His ankles, calves, thighs, wrists, forearms, upper arms, and neck. He was blindfolded.

"I'm going to pierce you subdermally three different ways. I want you to describe what you feel each way."

He inserted a 20 ga hypodermic needle subdermally with about one inch between entry and exit.

"It is a very sharp pain that subsides after it is through."

"Do you feel it going through the skin between entry and exit?" Doc asked.

"No Sir, it's all one big sting."

Then Doc took a can of Maximum Impact head cleaner--ethyl chloride--and sprayed it on to the corner of a bandanna, then placed the corner in the kid's mouth.

"Suck on this and breathe in the fumes," Doc said as he proceeded to do an identical subdermal piercing to the first one. When he was done, he removed the bandanna and said, "Tell me how it felt."

"Wow, it was SO different, Sir! It didn't sting like before when it broke the skin. I could feel the needle slowly going through my skin, slicing across under the skin, and then exiting. That was soo kewl!"

"Exactly. The pain of breaking the skin masks the other sensations. The ethyl chloride masks that sting and allows you to focus on and experience the other sensations."

Next Doc took some poppers, and soaked another corner of the bandanna with them, and had the kid suck on it. He inserted a third identical needle.

"That's more like the first one except it just isn't so painful. But i can't feel the needle going through under the skin like i could with the ethyl chloride."

"Exactly," Doc said. "Three different sensations. Depending on the effect you want you can use ethyl chloride or poppers to vary and control the experience. However in an extensive play piercing experience like you are going to get today, after enough needles are in you the experience becomes more like the poppers without their use. The endorphins that kick in as the scene unfolds have a similar pain-attenuating effect."

Turning to me, "You've done a fair bit of play piercing before, slave. Is that your experience?"

Yes Sir."

"Play piercing is safe as long as we keep things sterile. That is why we wash your body down with alcohol, use gloves, and use (but never reuse) sterile disposable hypodermic needles. Before it is done you will have more than 100 in you. Shall we begin?"

"Yes Sir."

Doc began around His nipples. He gave the kid Maximum Impact to suck on as he formed rosettes of 8 needles in a circle each pointing towards the nipple, their exposed tips being about 3/8" from His nipple. It looked quite pretty with the blue plastic syringe ends forming a decorative symmetrical effect.

Once he was done with the nipples, Doc stopped using the ethyl chloride. He wanted the kid to experience the cumulative effect of many needles. Doc proceeded to create two rows of horizontal needles about half an inch apart, sharp tips facing each other the colored plastic ends to the outside. The two rows ran down His chest then His stomach, ending close to where His pubic bush would have been had He not shaved it off, as instructed by Doc, last night.

By then the kid was really mellow and was softly moaning happily, relaxed, and not flinching with each additional insertion of a needle.

Next Doc took blue plastic-tipped hypodermics and created a false pubic bush out of many hypodermic needles, inserted horizontally, criss-crossing each other until there was a triangular patch of blue plastic needle ends.

The kid was raging hard by now. Next, Doc took a set of shorter needles with pink tips and did a closely-spaced row of them horizontally forming a line from root of His cock shaft to just below His circumcision scar. He followed with two more rows a third of the way around the shaft in each direction.

Doc looked the kid in the eye and said, "You OK?"

"Yes Sir."

"You enjoying this?"

"Yes Sir. This is very exciting, Sir."

"Good. Your balls are next. We could do the same thing we have done with your pubic area and your cock shaft with your ball sac. Or we could do something that is more adventuresome but safe. It's your choice, but I won't let you do the more adventuresome thing to your slave unless you have experienced it."

"Adventuresome, Sir!"

"You absolutely certain, kid?"

"I trust you, Sir."

He told me to grab the kids balls, squeeze the sac and pull down squeezing His testicles as tightly as i can against the end of His scrotum.

"Whatever i do," he said to me, "you don't move His balls a millimeter. Understand?"

"Yes Sir."

Doc took two very long thin hypodermic needles. Cupping his fingers under the kids' balls to stabilize them as i continued to pull, he took one of the needles and plunged it straight through the middle of the right testicle forcing it out the bottom between his fingers. The kid could not see what was happening.

"How was that, kid."

"Weird sensation."

"But not bad?"

"No Sir."

"Ready for the next one?"

"Yes Sir."

Doc repeated the same with the left testicle.

"You OK?"

"Yes Sir."

The kid has no idea that both His nuts have been skewered.

We let go of His nuts.

Doc takes some more ethyl chloride, sprays the bandanna corner, gives it to the kid to suck on. He plunges a very thin needle through the corona of the kid's glans--just as he had done to me in the full body cast scene. The kid tensed, bit down on the bandanna, and sucked the fumes as hard as He could. He grunted, but didn't scream. When He had relaxed down, Doc repeated the ethyl chloride, then another corona piercing, and yet another. When the ethyl chloride from the last one had worn off, Doc said, "One more piercing. This time no drugs."

The kid gritted His teeth. Dock pushed one last needle into the kid's corona. The kid screamed uncontrollably, then broke down crying. Doc just let Him come down.

When He had, Doc said, "You OK?"

"Yes Sir. That was the worst pain i ever have experienced. But i'm OK now."

Doc waited until He had relaxed down to normal breathing. While waiting he had me take photos of the piercing pattern on the kid's body.

"You said you wanted me to teach you suturing. You up to a few stitches?"

"Yes, Sir, let's go all the way."

"I'll give you ethyl chloride. But first I want to remove the needles from your cock."

As the kid inhaled the ethyl chloride, Doc carefully removed the needles from the corona and the cock shaft, then wiped it down with Betadine. The kid's cock shrank down from all of this.

The kid has a generous circumcision flap. Doc proceeded to stitch back and forth between different parts of the flap, drawing it close like foreskin so that it covered His glans. He tied them off so that there was an opening about the size of my little finger.

"You're sutured into chastity, son. Want to see?"

The kid nodded yes. Doc removed the blindfold, then had me hold a hand mirror so that the kid could see His stitched infibulation. Suddenly the kid saw the two plastic needle heads against His balls. Panicking the kid screamed, "What have you done to my balls?"

"Just what you asked me to, "Doc said laughing, "You said it didn't hurt a bit."

"I don't care, take them out. Now!"

Doc grabbed the kid's balls and pulled the needles out quickly one by one. As each one exited a stream of clear liquid briefly squirted out in an arc about 9" from the body.

"As long as you avoid infection it's perfectly safe."

Gradually the kid relaxed again. When He was released from His bounds, He hugged the Doc and told him that was absolutely incredible and "Thanks."

Doc told him that he would come the next day and remove the sutures. For now He was going to have an interesting chastity experience. The rest of the night, He spent most of His time trying to not get hard and strain against His stitches. That meant i got little attention--and no cuddling or making out.

A few days later when He had recovered sufficiently, He recreated the scene on me under Doc's close supervision.

There was one difference, however. The kid received much more extensive suturing training and practice on me.

Chapter 21

A few weeks later, i found out why my Young Master was so interested in suturing.

i was strapped to the bondage table and blindfolded. My chastity device was removed and i was unplugged. My intestines were empty, having been cleaned out like we were when we both were put into the purple fiberglass casts.

He catheterized me, then proceeded to stretch my ball sac up so that it covered my soft penis bent up, the catheter tube coming out the top. Then in a series of small stitches, He sutured the sac to my pubis region, until my balls and cock were cocooned in this tidy package.

For much of this suturing He allowed me to suck on a bandanna with ethyl chloride. Apparently suture pain was not the point of this scene.

Next He freed my left hand. He placed it so my palm was resting on my stomach, fingers spread near my navel. He proceeded to suture the webs of my fingers to my stomach. When all four webs were stitched and tied, He did the same with the sides of my fingers. Then the sides of my hand, and the forearm to the elbow. My left hand was securely attached to my stomach.

He repeated the same thing with my right hand.

Next He undid the thigh and calf cuffs from my left leg, so that only my ankles were restrained. He proceeded to create two rows of stitches separated by about an inch and the rows staggered relative to each other, where they were connected one row to the other in a zigzag pattern. They ran along the insides of my legs from just below my crotch to just above my ankles. Then He did the same to my right leg. They were such that if i were to bring my legs together their zigzags of stitches would touch.

Next He removed my blindfold. Taking the cheek skin below my eye, He folded it up to my eyebrow and stitched them together. He repeated the same with my other cheek and eye. Now i was robbed of all sight.

Using a hooked needle He stitched my upper and lower lips together in closely spaced individual stitches He tied off and then trimmed the ends. Before He did the last couple stitches He inserted a small tube for feeding me liquids.

He released me from the bondage table, and led me over to a padded black vinyl covered platform. He carefully laid me face down, trying not to disturb my various sutures any more than necessary. He took a dildo and inserted it into my ass. Then He proceeded to suture my ass crack together, in a large series of individual sutures, so that effectively i no longer had a crack, but just a slight crease.

Gently He rolled me over on my back. Then He threaded a thin steel rod between the zigzags of stitches on my inner legs, drawing them tightly together, the rigidity of the steel also preventing me from bending my legs. The rod had eyes on both ends and He sutured those to my thighs and ankles.

He left me like that for a very long time. i could not move anything and my butt began to feel sore from the pressure once the numbness of all the ass sutures wore off.

He ignored me except to pour His piss down my mouth tube and occasionally empty my bladder using the catheter.

Other than that it was two full days that He just ignored me. i was so sensory- deprived that i was hallucinating. Or was it dreaming? i really couldn't tell. But it did strike me that they were remarkably like the dreams i get if i take more codeine than my pain requires. Little did i know that His piss had been doctored with dissolved codeine in order to ease the discomfort of my suture bondage.

The third day He began to attack my nipples aggressively. Biting and chewing them. Then He started very sharp barbless giant marlin fishhooks deep into my nipples, each attached to heavy lines that ran up over pulleys with more than several pound weights attached at the other end. 24 hours later the hooks will have pulled completely through.

The way my balls were tucked under the ball sac that held them and my cock captive, they bulged and so were very vulnerable for external trauma. He would hit them sharply with wooden cooking spoons. Other times with a rubber mallet. Sometimes He would grind His heels into them. Other times He would punch them with His fist. Or gut punch me instead.

He tawsed the front of my legs. Clothespin rows from my shoulders down my biceps onto the forearms sutured to my stomach.

As this continued i became very confused, disoriented, maybe even borderline psychotic. There was no tenderness, i was as dehumanized as i ever have felt.

i had no idea how long this went on, though later learned it had been five days.

When He released me, removing the stitches, He bathed me in alcohol disinfectant that flooded all my suture holes sending me into such agony that i fainted.

After i was released, came to, and had regained orientation, my Young Master asked me, "Were you scared, boy?"

"Yes Sir. i was terrified, Sir."

"That's what I thought. I was hoping you would be."

i said nothing in response and He stood there pensively.

Finally He said, "Sometimes my cruelty scares even me."

He said it more to Himself than to me. But it gave me faint hope that what i had just gone through was not going to become routine.

Chapter 22

Shortly after His 15th Birthday i noticed a change in His behavior towards me. He would go through periods of cruelty and brutality towards me--such as the suture bondage i've already described--but these would be separated by periods of tenderness where we were more lovers and the Master-slave differences would be minimized. During those periods He wanted me to be companion and lover. We would spend evenings sitting on the couch making out as we watched TV or DVDs. He was gentle with me, sucking face, caressing, and so on without any biting, pinching, or rough stuff.

During one of those periods, He had me dress in Levis, a tee shirt, and penny loafers without socks. His Dad drove us to the mall where He bought me a wardrobe of stylish casual clothes--linen slacks, silk shirts, and the like. He clothed me as richly as He himself dressed.

When He was in this mood, i generally was unrestrained. We usually would eat meals with His folks and i would be allowed to sit at the table. i was instructed to address His parents as "Mom" and "Dad" and they would address Him as "Son" and me as "boy." Increasingly He would have me dress in those elegant clothes to eat dinner with them. i was allowed to join in the dinner conversation as if i were a normal free person, not a slave. Sometimes the two of us together with His parents would go to museums, a concert, even to the opera.

Regardless whether He was nice and caring like this or cruel and sadistic towards me, i never doubted that we were lovers. But when He was in this kind phase i felt like i was His boyfriend, not His slave. Only my chastity device and plug reminded me that i was, after all, Owned.

A clear pattern became established. When He was in a kind and gentle phase, where i was more boyfriend lover than slave, He locked me in the Latowski. When He was in a cruel and sadistic phase i was in the Steelwerks Extreme device that left my ass exposed for punishment and my balls available for torture. In the Latowski, He could fuck me with it on if the butt plug were not inserted.

These were very happy times for me. Each phase would last long enough that i would begin to miss the other. And before long i would get my wish.

One night, a couple months before His 16th birthday, i was sitting at the table with them casually chatting about the performance of Poulenc's "Dialogues of the Carmelites" opera we had seen the night before, when Dad announced, "My Son and I are going on a trip together tomorrow. We'll be gone ten days." Turning to me, he continued, "While we are gone, I want you to keep Mom company. Eat with her, go shopping with her, spend evenings watching TV or whatever she wants together."

i said that, of course, i would do whatever she wanted.

"It'll be just like in the Crusades where the men go off to battle and the women are left behind," my Owner and Lover said, barely able to restrain His laughter, "except you, not Mom, will be the one locked in the chastity device." Then He collapsed in hysterical laughter. The rest of us joined in the mirth.

No further details were offered about the trip and i didn't pry. i know my place as a slave--even when they sometimes treat me almost like a free person as they were doing now.

i enjoyed getting to know His mother better, and we became close during the ten days they were gone.

When Dad and my Young Master returned, they were mysterious as to what the trip was about or even where they had gone. i thought that a bit strange but didn't dwell on it.

Soon He was back in His cruel, sadistic phase, and it was back to serving stretched out as His pillow at night, hour-long ice enemas, daily punishments, lots of torture, being His full-service toilet, and the like.

A few days before His 16th birthday, He reverted to being my lovey-dovey boyfriend lover.

It was after dinner the night before is 16th Birthday and we were making out on the couch. Suddenly He broke off, became very serious, and said, "You know, Love, sometimes I think you're the one who has it easy in this relationship."

i was perplexed since it certainly is not easy being the target of His cruelty and sadism. But i simply said noncommittally, "Oh? Why is that, Sir?"

"You don't know how much work it is to dominate, control, use and abuse you all the time. It is a constant challenge for me to find new and interesting ways to torture and abuse you. You don't know how hard i work to not make things go stale and predictable. Owning you is fucking hard work, boy."

He paused, and i remained silent, waiting for Him to go on.

"All you have to do is take what i dish out. I have serious responsibilities and you don't. Kids don't normally have to bear such responsibility."

Another pause and still i remained silently attentive.

"Sometimes I wish You were the Master and I was the slave. Why should you have all the fun and I do all the work?"

Instinctively i understand He is thinking out loud, giving voice to some frustrations He feels, not trying to open any real dialogue."

"You know, don't you, that is why I get into these periods where I want us to be gentle lovers. I need vacations from being a cruel sadistic monster."

"I love you both ways, Master."

"Lucky you, boy!"

i don't know whether He is being sarcastic or not.

We sit silently, then He pulls me to Him, begins sucking face ... and my hand reaches out to His cock, feeling it grow and harden in my grip. He pushes my face down and i take it in, lubing it. Soon i am on my back and He is fucking me.

Chapter 23

It is His 16th Birthday. There has been a big party with lots of family friends and relatives, including lots of cousins His age. Mom has dressed me in a rented Tux--today the servant, not the slave--and i am busy circulating the crowd carrying hors d'oeuvres, champagne, and sparkling cider.

After the guests have left, i am out of my monkey suit wearing just my Latowski when Mom and Dad come into our Dungeon/living quarters.

"Son, Mom and I haven't given you our birthday present. You already know what it is, but what you don't know is that it arrived a couple days ago. Here it is."

My Owner is extremely excited. "Wow, Dad, That is fantastic. I can't wait to try it on!" He grabs the package out of Mom's hand, and starts tearing off the wrapping paper. He opens the box, pulls out the present and holds it up for all to see.

i am dumbfounded. i don't know what to think. i feel week-kneed and have to sit down.

"My very own Latowski!" He rushed to kiss His Mom and Dad. "I can't wait to try it on."

"Go ahead, Son," Mom says.

He strips naked, unhinges it, steps over it so the hinge is between His legs, turns to me, and says "Lock me into it, Lover boy." i still don't know what is going on but i get up and do as i have been ordered.

i look around perplexed, the key in my hand, and ask, "Who do i give the key to?"

"Give it to me for now, Dad says, I already am holding your key as well."

Now i am very confused.

The Birthday boy is strutting around locked in His Latowski. "Doesn't it look fantastic on me, Lover boy?" i admit to myself that He looks very hot locked like that. But i still don't know what is going on, why He now is locked in a Latowski.

In a few minutes, He stops His excited prancing and showing off, notices my furrowed brow and frown, comes over to me, pulls me tight against Him, our Latwoskis pressing against each other, and starts kissing me. Holding the embrace, He pulls off my lips. "What is my widdle lover boy all pouty about?"

i laugh at His baby talk. "Come on, Lover boy, what's the matter?"

i start to cry. i'm really bawling. Soon i regain enough composure to sob, "Are You being sold into slavery?"

He breaks out laughing. "Of course not. You and i are going to be Lovers together for a long time."

"i'm confused, Sir."

"Do you remember that, after we did that extreme suture bondage, I said that sometimes my cruelty scares me?"

"Yes, i recall that, Sir. It gave me comfort and reassurance, Sir."

"Well," He continued, I didn't tell you what was behind that comment. At the end of that scene I realized that we could not go on with me inventing ever more extreme ways to torture you. If we went that way the only things left would be maiming, permanent grotesque body modifications, and eventually snuff."

Those prospects terrified me, and i guess my fear showed despite my silence.

"Relax, boy, I knew I didn't want to go that way. I knew I had to create a new dynamic to keep this Master/slave/lover relationship going. I gave it a lot of thought. And Dad and I had long talks about it."

"Yes we did. And those talks led to what is happening right now," Dad added.

"Remember a couple nights ago where I said sometimes I envy you because you have it so easy?"

"Yes, and You said how hard work it is You having to invent new ways to Top me, Sir."

"Exactly!" He paused, then continued, "But I didn't tell you everything then. I didn't tell you that would be the basis for redirecting our relationship in a sane direction, rather than just ever more extreme tortures."

Now i was really confused.

He continued, "Dad and I already had made our decision then. But I wasn't sure you were ready to hear it. I wanted to give you a little preparation for what I'm going to tell you now."

i manage to force a little smile as i wipe the tears away.

"You remember when, after the final exam, i had you repeat the finale done to me? And how as part of the play-piercing training i insisted on experiencing it?"

"Yes, Master."

"But you don't know that, before I trained you to become my full-service toilet slave, i experimented smearing my own shit, even eating some of it."

"Master, You always have been very conscientious about knowing what i was going through. i really respect You for such care and concern, Sir."

"It was more than care and concern, boy. Increasingly I find myself looking back nostalgically at the times I have SM bottomed in my training. I find myself fantasizing being a slave, being tortured and abused like you are."

"Really, Sir?"

"Yes boy! Really! I have to fight the urge to become jealous of you when I am in that mood."

Dad interrupted, "My Son came to me a few months ago telling me about those feelings. We discussed the issues at length. He doesn't want to be a full-time slave like you are. He enjoys being cruel and sadistic some of the time. Other times He just wants to be your vanilla lover. But other times He wants to be the slave."

"That's right Lover, Dad and I discussed all of this."

"Well," Dad continued, "We came up with the idea of the Latowski for him. He's going to wear the Latowski when you and He are vanilla lovers. Two chaste lovers who can make out, get each other horny as hell, but can't get off. The only time either of you are to get off is when one of you is the Master to the other."

Dad turns to Mom, saying, "Give him the other package, Mom." She hands it to her son. He opens it, and inside is a Steelwerks Extreme just like mine except sized to Him. "When He is the slave, He will be locked in this and plugged. You will be unlocked. Of course the reverse when He is Master and you are the slave."

"i think for now i want us both locked in Latowski's. ... i'm not instinctively a Top, Sir."

"No you are not, but i saw what you did to him when He underwent the finale. You are an excellent slave and you will do as you are ordered. In time, i think you will come to like being His Master just because He enjoys it so much."

"Yes Sir. i hope you are correct Sir. But regardless, i will do anything that makes my Owner happy, Sir."

"Do either of you have any questions?" asks Dad.

"i do," i said. "Who is going to decide whether we are locked lovers, or who is Master and who is slave? And who will be keyholders?"

"Son and I have discussed this. Are you familiar with Chastity Bingo on lockedm4m.net?"

That stirs a faint recollection but i am unsure.

Dad continues, "Essentially it is a randomized computer program that determines whether you remain locked, and if so for how much longer, or whether you get released. We have created a similar computer program located on a remote server that neither of you can access that does a similar thing. There are four small electrically locked safes here that it controls. Two have a key to one of my son's chastity devices, two are for the keys to your devices. There are three possible statuses: Lovers locked in Latowskis, Son is Master and you slave, you are Master and Son is slave. At periodic intervals not known to either of you, the program will decide which of the three states will be in effect for that interval."

my amazement obviously shows.

Dad continues, "All you will know is which state the two of you are in. You will not know how long you will be in that state. Accessibility to each of your keys will be controlled by remote locking and unlocking your safes. To prevent cheating by not putting the key in the safe when required to, each key has a code that triggers a sensor inside the safe."

"That's right, Lover. Dad and I thought it would be best for what I needed to not have any say over what status you or I are in."

"Son, I'm putting both your Latowski keys into your respective safes now." He shuts both doors and we hear the whir of the electric lock mechanism. He does the same for the steelwerks devices.

"Now I have a surprise for both of you. I set up the program so that it will be a full month before the first decision as to possible change of status. I did it because I think it is desirable that you both learn to be locked vanilla lovers and be very horny when the Topping and bottoming starts."

"Kewl, Dad"

"Excellent, Sir."

The two of us embrace and kiss while Mom and Dad applaud.

"Happy Birthday, Son," they both say simultaneously.

i think to myself, but do not say aloud, "The transformation from Bully to Kinky Queer is now complete." i am very satisfied.

They leave and we crawl into bed in locked embrace for the first night of our new life together.