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Texas Slave Market
Chapter 2
In a surgical preparation room in the large building at the back of the slave market, L024 sat alone on a gurney. The room was cold and sterile. It was still trying to process being owned. Its new masters looked attractive, but it was worried about what would be expected of it. It had heard what had happened to the other slave that had been bought and wondered what modifications it might be in for. Still, only one guard was needed to escort it out of the viewing room. In fact, it had provided little resistance during the entire day. The past twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind experience.
Jeremy had arrived in the small, dusty Texas town the day before with the contents of a gym bag containing all of his worldly possessions: some toiletries, two changes of clothes, a couple of hundred dollars, and the address of the man he had come to see. It had been a long ride on the bus from Iowa, where he had spent most of his life growing up on a dairy farm.
He had known he was gay since he was young. Growing up in a rural area, however, Jeremy had few opportunities to explore his sexuality. His family was religious and strict, so he had to stay in the closet till he graduated high school and moved off to attend college at the state school. He was never much of an academic, but the new environment did allow him to broaden his experiences.
As soon as he moved into his dorm room, he got on the internet and searched out where the cruisiest locations were on campus. The bathroom on the library's third floor seemed to be the hottest spot, and he soon spent most of his time there. Late in the evenings, he would strip down and wait in the last stall on the left, and it was never long before a myriad of cocks would appear in the makeshift glory hole there. A natural submissive, he took to blowing any man that wanted his mouth for pleasure, and before long, he got the opportunity to give up his virgin ass, too. That was how he met Dominic.
The senior was on the football team. Dominic was an enormous black man with a ripped chest, powerful arms, and a cock over ten inches long and thick as a beer can. His balls were the size of large eggs and never failed to flood the young man's mouth and nourish him with protein. Jeremy drooled over the ebony Adonis the first time he saw him through the hole in the stall divider. It took some time, but he eventually became an expert at deep-throating the massive member. Dominic, who went by Dom, was every bit his nickname. He treated the young man as nothing more than a toy to be used, and Jeremy loved every moment of it.
A month after he started servicing the bull, Jeremy was surprised when he heard a knock on the stall door and an order to come out. Dom was standing before him with a raging hard-on.
"That pussy ready to be bred, boy?"
Jeremy's eyes widened as he stared up at the naked man from where he was kneeling on the floor. Dom had stripped his shirt, shorts, and jock off and stood only in grass-stained socks. His torso was sweaty, and the scent of his musk was present, which made Jeremy's cock twitch and begin to engorge.
"I've never been fucked before, Sir," Jeremy replied.
"Shit!" Dom exclaimed as he scratched the thick bush of pubic hair surrounding his huge balls. "Well, that cherry is about to be popped, then. Get your ass out here and bend over the sink, bitch!"
Jeremy did not hesitate. He knew he would be in a world of hurt, but he wanted this. He needed this badly. Quickly standing and walking over to the sink, he could hear Dom spitting on his hand and rubbing his thick shaft.
"Don't you need lube for this, Sir?" Jeremy asked as he turned his head.
"All you are getting is natural lube, boy!" Dom said as he pushed the young man over the sink and knelt behind him.
Dom's face shoved between Jeremy's ass cheeks, and when the young man felt the bull's tongue push inside his tight hole, he groaned loudly. Jeremy's cock was now raging, and as his head emerged from his foreskin, it dribbled precum in a thin continuous thread to the tile floor below. Dom spat on Jeremy's hole several times as he pulled the boy's cheeks apart and explored the virgin ass. At the same time, Dom reached down and stroked his hard cock, which was also dripping precum on the floor, just like the boy.
"Such a nice tight pussy," Dom said as he pulled back and slapped Jeremy's ass.
The impact rippled through Jeremy's skin, and it immediately reddened in response.
"Fuck!" Jeremy groaned as Dom pushed deeper and spat on his hole again. "Fuck, Sir!"
"You are gonna need something in that mouth before your deflowering," Dom said as he stood up and rubbed his thumb over Jeremy's hole.
The young man had his eyes closed and was lost in the moment when he felt the big man force his mouth open and shove in something stale that smelled of musk. As Jeremy opened his eyes, he saw in the mirror that Dom had stuffed him with the sweaty jock he had worn to football practice.
"That's better, bitch," Dom said as he slapped his thick cock on the boy's crack. "Breathe my scent in. I had that on for hours while getting sweaty and tackling my mates. That's the smell of a real man. Let it permeate your mind and help you focus. It is time to learn your true role."
Dom squeezed his dark cock and let a glob of precum flow over Jeremy's hole. Adding some spit, he looked in the mirror and stared at the boy gagged before him.
"Here it comes!"
Jeremy's eyes bulged as the head of Dom's massive member started moving inside him. He screamed into the gag and tried to clench his ass and escape, but Dom grabbed the boy with his large hands and held him still. He was going nowhere.
"Stop!" Jeremy screamed into the gag.
"Shut up, bitch!" Dom growled as he slapped the boy's ass.
Tears started to form in Jeremy's eyes as his ass was ripped apart by the man's shaft as it pushed deeper. Jeremy's legs went weak, and he felt his whole body lifted and held by the bull's strength behind him.
"Halfway there, bitch!" Dom growled as the cock sunk deeper. "Fuck! This pussy is hella tight!"
Jeremy was now screaming into the sweat-soaked jock. He was experiencing the most intense pain he had ever felt. The boy squirmed and did everything he could to expel the massive tool, but it kept moving inside him.
"Damn, you are a fighter," Dom laughed. "I'll give you that. A tight fighter! I haven't broken in a new bitch in years!"
Jeremy was now wailing. His grip on the sink was such that he was sure he was about to rip it from the wall. Dom's shaft widened near the base, and as the last few inches sunk in, the young boy was sure he could take no more.
"There we go," Dom said as his balls finally rested between Jeremy's ass cheeks. "That mouth of yours is talented, but I can tell this pussy is going to be a great fuck."
Dom gave a final push. Over ten inches of beer-can-thick meat skewered the boy, and Jeremy could feel it in his abdomen. It felt as though he was impaled on a red-hot poker.
"Now the fun begins," Dom said. "Buckle up, bitch!"
Dom began to fuck. It was a fuck that was hard and brutal. The bull's huge, socked feet were planted squarely on the floor, and he had a death grip on Jeremy's waist, pulling the boy back and forth so that the shaft inside slid nearly out and then slammed back down to the root. Jeremy screamed so loud that even though the jock was forced deep into his mouth, the noise traveled and alerted a young man studying outside the room. When the curious sophomore poked his head in, he got the full view of the event, and Dom invited the visitor to watch. Soon, the audience grew to three young men over the next fifteen minutes as the bull built up a sweat and reamed the hole below him.
"Fuck, this pussy is sweet!" Dom growled. "And it is my pussy now! I have claimed it. No one better be in this pussy without my permission. Got that bitch?"
Jeremy was now just a rag doll under the bucking bronco. The pain was so intense that he had almost lost consciousness several times. But a smack to his ass brought him back to life.
"Right, bitch?" Dom screamed.
Jeremy looked up with tears streaming down his red-shot eyes and saw the man in the mirror covered in sweat and pounding. He nodded and grunted as Dom smiled back.
"Look over at your audience," Dom said. "They are getting quite a show."
Jeremy turned his head. The three young men that had entered had their pants on the floor and were furiously jacking their cocks as they watched. The sweat and spit-soaked jock was dangling from the young man's mouth as Jeremy's eyes rolled back and forth with every thrust. His feet were barely on the floor as Dom pulled and lifted his ass back with every thrust. Jeremy's engorged cock was flopping back and forth, and fluids were flying everywhere beneath him.
"Fuck yeah," the student in the middle growled. "Pound that bitch!"
Dom laughed and smacked Jeremy's ass again. For nearly ten uninterrupted minutes, the marathon fuck continued, hard and fast. One of the students even congratulated Dom on his stamina. But eventually, a familiar feeling was building in the bull's balls.
"That's a good boy. You ain't a virgin any longer. I think it is about time for your reward!"
The fucking intensified, and Jeremy's body flung back and forth as Dom climaxed. As the hot, white cum exploded from his enormous bull balls, the jock leaned back and let out a guttural growl so loud that the three young men stroking themselves and watching each came simultaneously from the energy of the experience alone.
"Yeah, bitch!" Dom said as he pushed down into the boy and delivered his fluids deep. "You got alpha seed in you now!"
Jeremy was panting and crying. The boy's cock had cum twice during the intense fuck, and it was now hanging limp below him. A puddle of his seed was on the floor and more coated the walls. As Dom slid out, the bull's load, mixed with blood, oozed out, and Jeremy collapsed onto his knees.
"Damn!" Dom said as he spanked Jeremy's ass playfully. "I sure tore that hymen good! It was a good lay, though. Turn around here and deal with your mess, bitch!"
Jeremy spun around slowly and saw the blood and cum coating the bull's cock. He did not pause for long, though. Dom pulled the jock from the boy's mouth and threw it on the floor behind him. He then shoved his softening member deep down Jeremy's throat to be cleaned. Grabbing the young man by the head, he pulled back and forth until he was satisfied, and then he released his grip, grabbed his pants, and began to dress. Jeremy was in shock, and the audience beside them all thanked Dom for the chance to witness.
"You boys get over here and let this bitch clean your cocks before you go," Dom said. "Don't let that seed go to waste."
Jeremy felt humiliated as the three students walked over, each taking turns forcing their cocks into the young man. After swallowing every remaining drop of their loads, they patted Jeremy's head, then turned and left. Dom dropped a piece of paper on the floor with a number. He then used his large hand to lift Jeremy's head.
"You got roommates, bitch?"
"No, Sir," Jeremy replied.
"Good. That is my number. Text me your address."
"Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied.
"It takes a while to recover from being deflowered. So, I'll be generous this one time. Be ready for another fucking in two days, boy. I took it easy on you today, but next time I'm going full throttle on that pussy."
Spitting on Jeremy's face, Dom smiled.
"I'm usually pretty horny after practice, so having a personal cum dump is going to be a nice treat this year."
Dom turned his head and looked at the floor and saw the cum that had collected there from the audience.
"Before you leave, I want you on the floor licking and swallowing all the loads those boys left for you. Every man is superior to you. You will not waste their fluids. Is that understood, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied with a groan.
Dom smiled and released his grip. As he left the bathroom, Jeremy collapsed in a heap. He did not know how long he remained on his knees in the bathroom. However, enough time had passed that the cum and blood dripping from him dried and crusted. Looking over at the splattered loads from the students, he put his head on the ground and licked the floor. It was dirty and disgusting, but Dom had commanded him, and he had to obey. When the mess was cleaned, he stood and washed the fluids off himself before dressing to leave. He noticed in the corner of the room that Dom had left his musky jock for the boy. Jeremy immediately snatched it up, brought it to his nose, and breathed in the man's musk. He was in intense pain from the fuck, but the scent caused his cock to engorge again. Jeremy quickly returned to his dorm room and huffed on it while he jacked-off again.
After that event, the young man was fucked regularly, and before long, he was stretched enough to take the jock's cock without intense pain, though discomfort was always involved. Dom owned Jeremy's mouth and ass and trained the boy over the year on what it meant to be a submissive slave. Showing up whenever he needed to nut, Jeremy learned to be naked and available in his room at all times. Disgusted by the young man's engorged cock, Dom put Jeremy in a chastity cage and restricted his orgasms to only once a month, and then only by anal manipulation. It had been a struggle for Jeremy to adapt to, but he soon learned to crave pleasing his master.
When the end of the year came, Dom stopped by to fuck Jeremy one last time, tossed the key to his cage at him, and walked out of the dorm room, never to see him again. That was it. There was no goodbye or farewell. The year of connection he had to this bull had meant nothing. He was just an object to be used and discarded when no longer needed. Jeremy spiraled into depression. He quickly flunked out of school. Unsure of his future, he returned to the farm to work for his father, and that is where he remained for the next ten years till he came across the online profile of a man named Harold.
Harold's pictures revealed a man of an opposing frame, dressed in leather and smoking a cigar. The man said he was looking for slaves, and it was not long till Jeremy started talking to him daily. For the past ten years, Jeremy had been celibate. Dom was the last to have fucked him, and though his ass never tightened back up completely, it recovered most of the way. His hand had been the only thing that brought him pleasure, but it was unfulfilling for the boy. The more he talked to Harold, the more his imagination ran wild, and his lust increased.
At first, Harold asked the boy to do mundane tasks: put his chastity device on and abstain from orgasms, take pictures at different times of the day in various compromising poses, and author an essay on what service and submission meant. Each request allowed the man to ensure the boy was willing to commit. Soon, the discussion turned to more extreme sexual situations and fantasies. Jeremy could not get enough. The boy began to beg Harold to make him a sex slave. He longed to be used as a submissive for a dominant's pleasure alone, something Dom had made him crave all those years ago.
After three months of begging and pleading, Harold surprised Jeremy. He promised to provide the now thirty-year-old boy with the slave lifestyle he longed for. All Jeremy had to do was leave everything behind and take a bus ride down to Texas to meet him. The idea was foolish and dangerous to the clear-headed, but the fantasy blinded Jeremy. It took only a few days of mulling over in his brain to make up a story and tell his father he was moving to the city to start a new life.
In the month leading up to his trip, Harold had instructed Jeremy to leave his chastity cage off but not to touch himself or cum. He wanted the slave to have full balls and be able to show off his body unaltered in any way. As the final date approached, it had been a struggle, but Jeremy had resisted the urge to jack off one last time before starting his new life. When he finally boarded the bus and said goodbye to his home, he could feel the intense blue balls pain in his nuts and the wetness of his pants as his engorged dick struggled in anticipation.
The trip took an entire day as the vehicle made its way through the heartland of America. When the bus reached its final destination, Jeremy was amazed. The view was like something out of a Western movie. There was an old gas station and a general store across from it, but that was it. The surrounding area was nothing but dirt, scrub grass, and rocks. Jeremy had no choice but to sit on an old wooden bench in the Texas heat and wait. He remained there sweating in the sun for over an hour before a rusted truck appeared and stopped before him. Inside, he recognized Harold beckoning him.
"Howdy!" Jeremy shouted excitedly as he stood, walked over, and reached for the passenger side door.
"Get in the back, boy," Harold snapped.
"Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied in shock as he bowed and walked around to climb into the tailgate area.
The floor was severely worn and covered with dirt and rust. He sat beside the back of the cab near an old toolbox and braced himself as the truck took off down the dusty road. The bouncing of the vehicle was painful as he felt every pothole and rut right up his spine. It took an hour to reach their final destination.
The farm they reached, if you could call it that, was off the beaten path. It was desolate, and the long driveway to the buildings on the horizon was nothing like what Jeremy had imagined. When they finally pulled into a parking lot in front of a large metal building, the truck stopped, and Harold climbed out.
"Get out here and kneel in front of me, boy!"
"Yes, Sir!" Jeremy immediately replied as he quickly hopped onto the dirt and rocks and knelt before the man.
A swarm of insects buzzed around the young man's head as he watched Harold grab the bag that Jeremy had brought. Rummaging through it, the man found the cash and placed it in his pocket.
"What is this?" Harold asked as he pulled out an old jock that was clearly too big for the young man.
"A memento of the first man that owned my ass, Sir," Jeremy replied. "He was the one that took my virginity and the last one to fuck me."
"I see," Harold said as he tossed it back in the bag. "Is everything you own in here, boy?"
"Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied. "In addition to the jock, there are a few changes of clothes and some toiletries in there, Sir. I didn't bring much, as you requested. There is nothing else."
"You are forgetting what you have on now!" Harold said with a loud, booming voice. "Strip! I want everything you own in this bag!"
"Yes, Sir," Jeremy said with a trembling voice as he began to stand to undress.
Harold knocked him to the ground again.
"Did I say you could stand, boy?"
"No, Sir," Jeremy replied. "Sorry, Sir!"
Jeremy was now shaking. After removing his shirt from his sweaty body and slipping off his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear while kneeling on the rocky ground, he placed them all in the bag and zipped it up before handing it back. He was now naked on the rock-covered ground and vulnerable.
"Sit up straight on your knees!" Harold said. "Head up and shoulders back. I want to get a good look at you."
"Yes, Sir!" Jeremy replied as he tried to comply.
A rock was sitting right under his left knee, and it bit painfully into his skin as he tried to maintain an upright posture. Lifting his head slightly upwards, he watched Herold slowly walk around him. When the man returned to face him, he bent down and put his face next to Jeremy's. He then reached under and grabbed the heavy, full balls of the boy and squeezed them. Jeremy's face contorted as his cock immediately began to fill with blood.
"When was the last time you came?"
"Last month, Sir," Jeremy replied with a grunt. "I haven't touched myself, just as you instructed."
"I see that cock is a nice big one," the man growled as he looked down. "Your pictures did not do you justice. That is unusual for a potential slave."
"Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied.
"You ever used it to fuck before?" Harold asked.
"Just to jack off, Sir," Jeremy replied. "I am a virgin when it comes to topping someone."
"We don't get many of those!" Harold said with a laugh. "Or one so furry. You know slaves are usually shaved smooth!"
"Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied. "I understand, Sir."
"What if you were made to use that thing to fuck an ass or a pussy?" Harold asked. "You think you could make it work?"
"I would try, Sir," Jeremy replied.
Harold snorted. A sly grin fell across his face as he released his grip and walked around to the young man's ass. Leaning over and pushing his fingers inside Jeremy's hole, the older man grunted.
"Well, you are right. You aren't a virgin back here, but you have tightened back up some. Clench your ass for me, boy! Grip my fingers like you would grip an invading cock."
"Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied as he squeezed his ass.
"Good!" Harold said as he pulled his fingers out. "Very good."
Jeremy watched as Harold walked around and over to a trash can. He disposed of the bag containing everything Jeremy owned and held dear, then closed the lid. Jeremy's heart sank as he saw Dom's jock, the last remnant of his former master, thrown in the trash without care. He stared at the can as Harold returned to the kneeling slave and shouted.
"Stand, boy!"
As Jeremy got to his feet, Harold reached into his front pocket and retrieved a rubber cock ring. He slid it over Jeremy's dick and balls, ensuring it was a snug fit. The young man's cock began to fill with blood.
"Yeah, that will be a good selling point," Harold said. "Now, open your mouth."
Jeremy did as he was told as Harold put a pill on the boy's tongue. Grabbing a bottle of water from his back pocket, he squirted the liquid into the boy's mouth.
"Swallow it!"
Jeremy nervously complied.
"Good," Harold said as he tossed the bottle in the trash with Jeremy's possessions. "Now, follow me!"
Harold walked over to a large metal door and turned the handle to open it. Jeremy hesitated for a moment, still staring at the can.
"Boy!" Harold shouted. "I said follow me!"
Jeremy walked forward and followed the man inside the building. The space inside was cavernous, and structures were built all around him. As they moved towards the left, Jeremy noticed rows of cages. He was confused when he saw the naked slaves already delivered and locked away. They were gagged and placed in shackles, and a few wore cock rings, their shafts engorged and wagging obscenely out in front of them.
"Hold here a moment, boy," Harold announced as he grabbed some paperwork from a table.
Jeremy stood quietly, stark naked, in the large building. He could hear the clanging of metal, grunts and groans, and some conversations between men, but the buzz of the lights in the ceiling above drowned out the ability to make out where they were coming from. Harold was using a pen to fill out the form, and when he finished, he looked up at Jeremy and handed the clipboard to the boy.
"Sign on the line at the bottom," Harold commanded.
Jeremy looked and saw that it was a contract, and many paragraphs were in small print. He began to look it over before Harold slapped his head.
"I didn't say read it!" Harold shouted. "I said sign it, boy! Do you want to be a sex slave or not?"
"Yes, Sir," Jeremy replied. "I do, Sir. I am sorry, Sir."
Jeremy quickly signed and dated the form and handed it back to Harold, who put the document in a bin and then motioned for the boy to follow. They continued down a row of cages until they arrived at an open cell, where Harold motioned for Jeremy to stop. He grabbed the chains and metal cuffs that were hanging over the door's bars and turned to secure Jeremy's arms behind him before chaining his legs together. He then brought the boy into the enclosure and locked him to the eyebolt in the floor.
"Sir, what is going on here?" Jeremy asked.
The second slap he received from Harold to his face shocked him.
"Shut the fuck up! I didn't permit you to speak."
Jeremy was now genuinely scared.
"Open up!" Harold growled.
Jeremy complied as a giant ball gag was forced into his mouth. The straps were then secured around his head tightly. There was a small opening through the ball portion of the gag in the front, but it completely muffled him, regardless. Harold then grabbed a metal device from the floor and brought it to the young man's ear. With a quick squeeze, Jeremy felt a sharp pain as a blue plastic tag with writing and a bar code on it was secured to him permanently.
"Is this the slave you were telling me about?" came the voice of another man walking down the line of cages.
"It is, Saul," Harold replied. "A little on the thin side but should be good for sexual services or light work. I fed it some Viagra to engorge its prick for evaluation. You can test it later, but I think you will agree it will be suitable for breeding stock."
"Indeed!" Saul replied as he grabbed Jeremy's genitals and squeezed them. "It does have a nice cock and low-hanging balls for a slave. What is its designation?"
"The tag says L024," Harold replied.
"Excellent," Saul said. "Once its cock is fully engorged, we will measure and photograph the organ and then prod its ass to ejaculate it for testing."
"Don't drain it too much," Harold said with a smile. "It hasn't orgasmed in almost a month, and I know new owners like slaves with blue balls that are ready to serve."
"We only stimulate enough to test," Saul replied with a grin. "I assure you the experience won't be pleasant, and it will leave the slave with heavy, full balls."
"Excellent," Harold said.
"I looked over the documents you provided, and I will type up a spec sheet for its cage and include it in the catalog," Saul said. "It is a good find, as usual, Harold."
Jeremy grunted as he turned to look first at Saul and then Harold. Harold smirked as he closed the door to the cage and locked it.
"Welcome to the Texas Slave Market, L024! As you requested, you will soon be entering a life of servitude and slavery to the person or persons who decide to purchase you. I hope you will bring in a high bid as I get a twenty percent commission on your sales price."
"Indeed," Saul added. "Per the contract that was signed, we will issue your death certificate as is standard when entering into a life of slavery. A copy will be sent to your next of kin. A slave registration certificate with your new designation will be issued when you are purchased, listing your owner as your guardian. As of today, you have no legal rights. You are considered property. Obey every command you are given or face the consequences. Is that understood, slave?"
Jeremy nodded at the man slowly.
"Good. My technician will be around to take pictures of your genitals and prod your ass to collect your sperm sample in about an hour. Your feeding times will be at six tonight and eight tomorrow morning. Liquid nourishment will be hung on the bars of the front of your cage. The protruding metal tube on the feeding bag can be put in the hole in your gag to allow consumption. The auction starts tomorrow at noon. If you need to piss or shit, do it in the cage. The drain in the floor will allow the removal of the liquid waste, and the handlers will come by periodically to hose you down and remove anything solid. You will sleep on the floor tonight, so try not to shit everywhere. Any questions, slave?"
L024 screamed into its gag as it realized what it had gotten itself into. Tears streamed down its face as the men smiled and laughed.
"What is the matter?" Harold asked. "You asked for this. You practically begged me for this! There is no turning back now. You are coming into this new world just as naked as you started and ended your last life. Embrace your new purpose. Enjoy your evening, slave. Be ready to serve the master that buys you tomorrow!"
Harold and Saul turned and left. L024 stood for a long while, watching in disbelief. It could not fully comprehend what was happening. It pulled at the chains binding its arms and legs, but they were tight and held firm. Eventually, it turned to the side, and in the next cage, it saw a younger boy, not yet eighteen, who was thin and looked gaunt. The tag in its ear was green in color. The boy nodded as it sat curled in a ball on the cage floor. L024 looked around for a way to sit and decided that using the cage itself might be the best option. As it leaned against the metal bars and slid down to a sitting position, it felt the pain in its legs from the cramped confinement. Its balls and body ached, and its shaft was beginning to swell and engorge with blood due to the effects of the drug it had been given. The slave leaned its head against the bars, closed its eyes, and shook. It was in fear of what might happen to it. But it had no one to blame but itself, and strangely it knew deep inside this was what it needed. The thought of being a slave to a man again made its cock fill with blood even faster.
"I was told you were a cooperative slave," the nurse said in the surgery prep room as he removed the chains from L024's wrists and ankles and reached around to unstrap the gag from its head.
As the large ball fell from its mouth, the slave coughed and rubbed its cheek. Its jaw was on fire and burning from the twenty-four hours of being forced open. It had been fed water and liquid food through a hole in the gag using a tube, and it had no idea if it would ever get relief.
"Thank you, Sir. It sure is cold in here."
"The doctors like it that way," the nurse said with a smile as he grabbed L024's arm and looked for a vein. "I need to put an IV in, so stay still."
"I understand," L024 replied. "What will they be doing to me?"
"Your new owner has you slated for a docking and piercing package," the nurse replied as he wrapped some rubber tubing around L024's arm and placed the needle just below its wrist.
As it pushed inside and was secured, the slave grimaced.
"What does that mean?"
The nurse smiled as he attached the IV bag and tubing to the port.
"You look pretty hung down there."
"Yes, Sir," L024 replied as it looked down at its cock and balls in the rubber ring. "I can get close to eight inches long when turned on. I've never fucked anyone, though. I have just jacked off. I haven't cum in a month. Well, except when they put that prod in my ass. It hurt like a bitch, and some sperm shot out they collected, but it still left me with blue balls. I felt even worse after the prodding. I suspect it wouldn't take much stroking for me to cum again. I hope my new master will allow me to jack off soon."
"Well, I am afraid after your operation, that will not be possible anymore," the nurse said as he stood and walked over to record some data in a computer. "During a docking procedure, the surgeon first tightly circumcises the slave to remove its foreskin. They then sever the newly exposed head and set it aside. The remaining shaft and erectile tissue are cut away down to near the root, and then the glans is grafted back on the stump that remains. With our state-of-the-art techniques, a slave's nub will fully heal, and while it can never become erect again, the organ will function for urination. The nerves will be maintained, but the loss of the foreskin will cause the glans to toughen and desensitize."
L024's color turned white as it reached down and grabbed its cock. It felt physically sick.
"After the surgeon is done with your nub, your testicles will be injected with a growth serum to enlarge them significantly," the nurse continued. "Your prostate will also be treated with a drug, too."
"What... what will that do?" L024 asked.
The nurse smiled and pulled the slave's hand away from its groin.
"The chemicals will supercharge your reproductive organs. You will produce a higher level of hormones and thus much more precum and sperm. You might even grow more hair on your body if that is possible. You will be extremely horny all the time but never have an erection or the ability to stroke yourself to satisfaction. Ultimately, you will constantly drip precum out of your nub for the rest of your life."
"But can I cum?" L024 asked.
"Sure," the nurse replied. "The procedure will make your prostate less sensitive, but given enough stimulation in your ass, you can orgasm. In fact, any orgasm you do have will likely be massive. Your loads will significantly increase in volume and will be thick and potent."
L024 looked scared.
"Don't fret," the nurse said with a smile. "We will take good care of you here. You won't be in any pain. We give you lots of drugs during your recovery. Just do what you are told."
"You said I'm being pierced too?" L024 asked.
"Yes," the nurse replied. "Your owner has requested a standard package of a Prince Albert, nipple, and septum piercing. You will first start with six-gauge stainless steel rings, but you may be sized up to different ones over time depending on your owner's wishes."
"This is all so much to take in," L024 replied.
"Is it ready?" came the voice of the doctor as he came into the room to scrub his hands.
"Yes, doctor," the nurse replied.
"Well, strap it down and wheel it in," the doctor replied. "A docking takes more time, and we are behind schedule already."
"Yes, doctor," the nurse replied as he turned to L024. "I need to strap you down now, slave. It is protocol."
"I understand," L024 said. "Can you let me hold my cock one more time, though?"
"It is not yours, slave," the nurse replied. "It belongs to your owner now. But, yes, you can hold your master's nub for a moment. But please hurry."
L024 sat up and cradled its shaft. It felt the thickness and weight of the organ, and the stimulation caused it to engorge. A bead of precum formed at the tip, and it collected and tasted it.
"Goodbye," L024 said softly. "It is time for me to embrace my destiny and become a true submissive slave."
The nurse smiled as he pushed the slave back down and strapped its arms and waist to the gurney. After L024 was secure, the nurse looked down and gently stroked the slave's cock. The organ swelled in his hands and began to drip copious amounts of fluids in no time. L024 groaned as it felt its sore balls straining for release. The shaft lengthened to its full, thick eight inches. But, just as it began to grunt, the nurse stopped and gently patted the slave's furry belly.
"I just wanted you to remember what stroking felt like one last time," the nurse said. "Your master is docking a very impressive tool. It is much larger than mine."
L024 could only groan in frustration. The nurse pulled out some metal stirrup extensions at the foot of the bed and lifted and spread the slave's legs wide to give access to its groin. Once its ankles were strapped and secured, the nurse grabbed some paperwork and then moved to the front of the bed.
"Take a deep breath, slave," the nurse said with a smile. "Relax. It is time for your surgery."
L024 heard the lock disengage on the gurney and its wheels squeaking as the bed was rolled out of the room and into a sterile, white, cold hall. It moved past several closed doors and around a corner before entering a large operating room. Many nurses were in the room, and L024 closed its eyes and tried to remain calm. Its pulsing shaft stood upright at a right angle from its body in complete defiance of what was about to happen. The slave felt gloved hands remove the rubber cock ring from around its balls, and then a liquid was applied to its groin. Before it could open its eyes to see what was happening, L024 felt a cool fluid flowing into its IV. Within three seconds, it was unconscious.
"Let's begin," the doctor said.
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