Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 08:59:45 -0500
From: Rod <rodwl@comcast.net>
Subject: Good Counsul?

Well gents this is my first submission to Nifty. I look forward to your
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All of the standard warnings apply.  This story is fiction.

Good Counsel?

Greg

I could feel myself waking up, as I tried to clear the
muddled mess that had taken lodging within my brain.  I
didn't know what had happened, where I was or even when it
was.  The signal to raise my hand and my arm where being
disobeyed as I realized that some force was holding them
captive, unrelenting as I tried over and over to move them,
as my mind became clearer I realized that all my
extremities were in similar status.  I could not move my
hands, my arms, or my legs.  Though my mind was becoming
clearer as the seconds past I could not see, there was
nothing but blackness in front of me, not a sliver of light
in the slightest.  I soon realized that wherever I was,
there seemed to be no sound, and I could feel something,
cocoon like enveloping my head, perhaps a hood blocking any
vision or any sound.  I could feel my heart beating in my
chest, faster than normal and that unmistakable sensation
of my heartbeat reverberating within my ears but no other
sound was distinguishable.  With the loss of my sight and
hearing my sense of feel seemed to be heightened, not only
was there probably some type of hood but I could now
distinguish straps, smooth leather I presume, at strategic
locations imprisoning my body and stripping away any
ability to move, but yet, I could feel a cool breeze as it
wafted over my body. Held only by the straps I seemed to be
suspended in air. Every hair on my body, but especially my
chest, my nipples, and my groin seemed to be in tune with
the stirrings of the air around me.  I could sense in my
immobility a certain excitement tied with my nudity that
excited my very soul.  I could feel the swelling of my
chest and the protuberance of my nipples as they must be
standing full and inflamed, ever mindful of any stirring of
the environment around them.  My groin, oh what a sight it
must be, I could tell there was an enlargement, a swelling
of my cock bringing it to full stature, straining,
straining to a point where it felt it would burst, yes
indeed it must be a sight, but to whom?

Who had me in this position? How could this have occurred?
My mind is getting even clearer, I'm starting to remember
some details of over a week ago, no, and this couldn't be
it. Maybe I had misread something, but this wasn't what I
had thought I was arranging.  There must be a mistake, this
wasn't the fantasy I had inquired about and then I hadn't
gone through with anything, I had only inquired, yes I had
filled in some of the information requested but I hadn't
signed anything, I hadn't finished the enrollment
procedure. It was only to be a fantasy weekend.  I had
several choices, I would travel to the Atlanta area and
somewhere after I arrived there I would be abducted.  Upon
that abduction I would be taken to a prison like compound
and treated as if I were a spy.  I knew that I would be
stripped and interrogated but nothing sexual was to take
place. I knew somewhere deep inside what I really wanted
was to be taken sexually, made a slave and be dominated by
some other male or even a group of males.  I also realized
that I could never let that happen, if just once it did I
was all too sure that I would never be able to return to my
life as I lived it.  My son and my lifelong friend depended
too much on me for me to allow it to happen.  They would
never forgive me.

 The guards where normally off duty police or military that
would dominate and treat me as their captive for the
several days then suddenly, I would find myself back in a
position to travel home my fantasy vacation completed. I
could only hope my pseudo vacation would serve its purpose,
put me through such pain and agony that I could forget this
crazy idea and return to my normal life.


But I hadn't left home. I hadn't finalized the
arrangements. I knew that it wouldn't have the effect that
I wanted and I didn't even think I could tolerate the pain
and humiliation I would be subjected too.  I didn't have
the courage. To be honest I just didn't have the guts.

No one, save my best and lifelong friend Craig had even
known that I was contemplating such an adventure. I had
given him some excuses; I didn't want to really explain to
him that what I longed for was really man to man sex.  He'd
never understand.  We had been together throughout the
trials of our life, grade school, middle school, high
school, even to college and grad school.  After our final
graduations we had even gone into business together.  The
only thing we didn't share was my wife.  Somehow along the
line I had met Jennifer and we had fallen in love.  As life
would evolve we created our own family and reared a son.
Craig was even the God Father to Phillip, our one and only
offspring. I was straight, I had to be,for my son and my
friend.


When Phillip was ten years of age, Jennifer had died with
Leukemia, it had taken her quickly and Phillip and I were
overcome with grief in her passing, but Craig was there as
always, ever the proverbial shoulder to cry on, always the
support we needed, and always the level head to see that we
managed to meet every day and every challenge that life
seemed to throw our way. It had even been decided that he
should move into our home.  A wing of the mansion had been
redecorated specifically too his tastes.  He had a private
entrance and everything he could need, but I had noticed
with all the privacy afforded him he never brought anyone
else home, he always was with Philip and I.  For this, I
knew I could always trust him to know just what we needed
whether I could see it or not, and this had continued for
the last fifteen years as we had both watched and savored
the sight before us as Phillip had become Phil and grown
into such a man that any father on earth would be proud.

So much for my wondering mind, it doesn't solve my problem
at hand, oh, if I could only move my hand, relief is what I
need now, relief,  I can feel all the tensions building to
a crescendo within my body, centered in the statue grown
from my groin, I can feel it pulsing with every beat of my
heart, but even the friction of the air is not enough,
something is overpowering my desire to explode and holding
me right on that abyss, so excruciating but so
exhilarating.

Suddenly I can feel a great movement of air as if a door
has been opened and shut.  Someone has entered the room.
What is about to happen?

Meanwhile in Eric's office:

"Yes, Mr. Bellows," said Eric as he looked out his office
window to the endless sands of the Nevada Desert,
unbeknownst to Greg, that he was in fact, just outside of
his native hometown. "Greg has been received and prepared
as you have ordered.. No, he should be waking up at about
any time... Yes Sir, the sedative given to him should be
wearing off.  Our people handled the capture and
transportation without problem. The drug lacing his morning
coffee knocked him out in the time it took for him to set
his cup back down.  He never felt or suspected a thing.
Shall we go ahead as you ordered? ..... Certainly, no
problem, after our task is done we'll let him settle back
into his current state and then re-sedate him through the
IV he doesn't know he has and ready him for his next stage
of treatment." Eric hung up the phone to look at his
associate waiting patiently for his instructions.

"James, check on our guest and see if he's coming around
and let me know," ordered Eric as James rose from the side
chair.

"Certainly sir," said James as he turned and headed out of
his bosses office.

"This is an unusual case, we've handled a lot of special
requests before but this one just seems different for some
reason," he thought as he looked over the file in front of
him with explicit instructions as to the handling of his
latest arrival, Greg. . According to the psychologists
report here is a man with deep seated desires to come out
of the closet, who other than the normal teenage
experimentation with male to male sex has not allowed
himself to engage in it in any way since.  He seems to hold
to the usual train of thought in so called society that his
feelings are all wrong. He even has some misguided notion
that should he act on them he would need to be punished. If
he was not he would never be able to accept his conversion
and might cause himself great bodily harm if not death if
left to his own devices. No the only way for this man to
come through his conversion is to be forced, with
sufficient pain to disallow any other choice.  Only if he
is forced will he get to the point where he will be able to
accept it and feel that he has paid the price to get there.


"Eric, Sir, the guest seems to be coming too. He's tried to
move but the restraints are holding well.  Everything and
everyone is ready if you are Sir," said James as he stuck
his head inside the door.

"Well, we might as well get going, just a short distance to
the new lab and our awaiting patient/guest," replied Eric
as he beckoned James to follow him.

Back at the lab

"Greg, I see that you have rejoined us, so glad to have you
with us, I can imagine that all of this is a bit of a
surprise, but, why should I ruin the fun. We have a few
things in store for you yet. I'm sure they will be even
more of a surprise," Greg heard as some type of earphone
inside of his hood seemed to come alive and validate his
senses that some one was indeed there.

The earphone seemed to go on," Sorry about the sight and
hearing deprivation but I'm sure you've noticed it only
intensifies your other senses, I'm sure you've realized
though your head is covered, you have not been gagged yet,
but that is now to come, we wouldn't want any distasteful
side effects would we?"

With that a technician stepped forward and in just an
instant managed to insert a phallic shaped gag into Greg's
mouth, fastening it in such a way to disallow any movement
of the tongue or mouth.  After gasping and fearing he would
choke Greg suddenly discovered that there way evidently an
air way within this intruder and he could continue to
breath but had been deprived of the ability to make any
discernable form of speech and for that matter, had been
surely throttled back as to even what sounds could emanate
from him.

Suddenly as Eric nodded to one of his technicians, the
table on which Greg lie began to move, lowering his feet
and raising his head to an upright standing position.  The
stainless steel frame reflected the lights in the room
casting lines of light around the room's perimeter.  Greg
was indeed still in full display as the only parts of his
body being covered other than with the hood where those
areas around which the various straps entwined and held
captive his six foot frame.  The light covering of fur
surrounding his body only added to his intrigue.  He was
approaching that age of fifty; he would have been in
fabulous form if it weren't for that little extra weight he
carried around his middle. His life style just didn't seem
to allow him what he needed to rid himself of that extra
baggage.  The exercises that he did seemed to lend itself
in the formation of well muscled legs and a certainly ample
chest and set of arms.  His only chink being that a little
too well endowed middle hiding the inevitable six pack that
had to exist within.

As the frame came to a halt several individuals stepped
forward, one just off to the side behind him and Eric in
front of him.  After testing the stability of the straps
Eric felt they should hold him very well and decided just
one more test should prove that theory.  Upon his command
his partner swung what appeared to be a very heavy and
large fraternity type paddle stopping only as it's arc was
halted by the flesh of Greg's buttocks resounding in a loud
thwack, assuring all that as it would begin it's retreat
the surface would no doubt be an overwhelming shade of red,
a condition bound to worsen as time progressed. The sudden
impact on his backside brought Greg to full attention and
through the blackness a burst of unimaginable display
before his eyes as the shock to his system began to radiate
from the point of contact.

Seeing that Greg had remained immobile through the ordeal
verified the thoroughness and efficiency of his bonds.
Without hesitation Eric grabbed the swollen right tit of
his captive and clamped it well, sending a pain of
completely different proportion through Greg's system,
befuddling his mind in an overload of sensations, confusing
his nervous system as to what assault was to occur next.

As Eric stood ready, instruments in hand, he nodded and
once again his compadre assaulted Greg with a forceful
swing of his weapon.  As soon as contact had been made Eric
pushed through the piercing needle and impaled its victim
again sending a wave of pain never before realized by its
victim. Within a matter of seconds as the blood trickled
form the site of invasion a heavy stainless ring was pushed
through the void being vacated by the piercing needle and
as quickly as it had been invaded the ring was sealed as a
testament to the infliction of pain that would forever
remain in Greg's mind.

With a few minutes in between and a rudimentary check of
Greg's pulse, which was expected to be racy, Eric decided
to continue.  Again the procedure was repeated.  A
hellacious swing of the wooden attacker colliding again
with the ear drum breaking shot-like sound, as nerves
danced again as the impact propelled them to never before
states of overload, and then Greg again felt the
unmistakable pain emanating from his other tit as it too
suffered the attack of the clamp.  As had occurred in each
of the previous assaults, his attempt to scream was muffled
by the invader that filled his mouth and effectively all
but silenced his cries of pain.  As he had learnt all to
quickly, another impact on his buttocks was immediately
followed by that stab of pain as another piercing needle
ripped away the center of his tit and was promptly followed
by another heavy invader quickly pushing out the sharp
instrument of torture, there only milliseconds before.

As the myriad of thoughts quickly traversed his mind he
prayed that his pain had come to an end, after all both of
his nipples had been ravaged with an assault he never
imagined could occur.  He had long desired to have these
piercings but certainly without the added pain that had
just happened.  From what he had read and heard he had
followed his normal path and ignored his desire because
deep down he knew that he was just too yellow bellied,
chicken to do it.  That had always been his problem, there
were several things he had often wanted to do but when push
came to shove, he was just to chicken-shit to do them and
so, he cowardly went on upon his way, always wondering in
the back of his mind just what it would be like if he could
every get up the fortitude to do those things he so dreamt
of doing.

His prayer was quickly disturbed as he felt something
invading the area between his all too tender and he knew,
soon to be, if not all ready, purple or even black butt
cheeks.  The anal invader knew no mercy and pierced through
his sphincter and imbedded itself in the hidden nether
lands to be found within.  A low vibration soon dispersed
itself from the mysterious invader and as the pitch of the
vibration rose in a crescendo he again felt the pulsation
in his cock, that edge of the abyss again that he had been
pulled away from as his ass and chest had been assaulted so
savagely.  Not to be left alone, he felt a tugging at his
chest where the pain had hardly subsided from his nipples.
It felt as if something were being attached to the nipple
rings.  As he tottered on that abyss he felt a hand
encircling his cock, not attempting to stimulate, just
clamping down so that even his pulse no longer could cause
any movement.  As the vibration continued driving him
closer and close to the edge of the abyss there was a
sudden explosion as a sharp jolt attacked the inner regions
of his anal cavity and his chest at the same time.  As his
mind seemed to explode, he felt for sure he was about to
soar off that abyss and finally cum but a sharp stab of
pain and a release of pressure as if his blood was shooting
out, emanating from the end of his cock. Quickly this was
followed by another invader and his mind almost
hallucinated as the realization hit him like a tornado, he
had just been ringed with a very sizable and heavy
additional piece of jewelry now standing guard at the end
of his piss slit. Within seconds of this final piece of
jewelry being fastened he again felt the jolts as his anal
cavity and chest were assaulted with a series of charges,
he felt his entire body convulse as the surges of
electricity ravaged through his body.


As quickly as it had been thrust into his mouth, the
phallic gag was removed and the table began to move,
returning him to the lying position to which he had
originally awakened. A few other quick movements and the
anal invader exited and whatever other attachments made to
his nipples also seemed to retreat.  Though he tried to
speak, he still could not hear, and with the flurry of air
that danced suddenly upon his body he sensed that his
attackers had probably left the room and would not hear or
answer his pleadings for explanation.

He lay there unaware of any thing but the residual pain
that seemed to have taken residence in his body.  As he
tried to overcome his pain he felt his body slide into a
state of sleep.  Though his mind wanted to scream for
answers and stay ever vigilant, his body in it's need to
recover the atrocities it had suffered, overruled all else
and subjugated him to a state where it could begin it's
repair and regain it's balance.  Deep sleep, where nothing
would be felt, where his body could disconnect, and
hopefully, if his prayers could be answered, he could
become ready for what ever else might be in store for him.

As he noticeably started to calm down the attending
technician had started another sedative that was slowly
taking Greg's body deeper and deeper into the depths of his
unawareness.  Soon he would be in such a vegetative state
that they could remove him from the torturous frame to
which he had been lashed and move him on to the next step
of his new life.

One week later

Bill the trainer conferred with the attending physician and
between them they decided that the time was finally here.
The last week Greg had been kept drugged, his piercings
treated to expedite a speedy healing, and special creams
had been applied to the blistered skin on his posterior so
no signs of his previous encounters remained. After Bill
and an orderly had moved Greg to his new room his
medications had been stopped and within the hour he started
to come out of the stupor that had been his reprieve for
the last week.

Upon awaking he looked around to find himself still in the
same state of undress but no longer tethered as he had been
the last time he remembered being awake.  His room was
totally stark, he found himself on a flat wooden pallet
with a minimal rubber covered foam pad. The room, if you
could call it that, was barely six foot by eight foot with
no other adornments than where he lie. As he looked down
upon his body he slowly touched the nipples rings adorning
his chest and the larger and heavier ring through the end
of his cock. A slight smile crossed his face as he thought
about how he had always wanted these items but could not
bring himself to get up the courage to go through with the
piercing to put them there. The smile was soon replaced
with a frown as he remembered the pain as they had been
inserted. No clothes or bedding were in sight and nothing
but a steel door broke the monotony of the walls encircling
what he jokingly embraced as his bed.  Upon a second glance
he did notice one small bubble in the ceiling in the far
corner, an eye, probably for a camera, which would allow
his captors to monitor his every move.

His solitude was soon interrupted as the door to his little
closet opened and in came two huge burly men outfitted in
very neat gym shorts and sleeveless wife-beater type
shirts. Without so much as a word, each ascended on Greg
grabbing an arm and lifted him to a standing position to
progress between them to some other place of unknown.
As they progressed through the facility there was very
little to be seen that could add any information to the
empty stores of knowledge Greg wished he could fill. There
was nothing but blank doors in a monotonous hallway. Soon
they came upon a door and one of the men opened it and Greg
was led inside.

Standing before him was Bill, even more of a giant than the
escorts whom had brought him to this.  Bill stood at about
6'8" and easily looked to carry 250 lbs, muscle as far as
the eye could see, skin so tan and tightly stretched over
his muscles and veins that seemed ready to pop out at any
moment.  He too was attired in similar fashion to the
couriers that had escorted Greg to this mountain of a man.
His wide shoulders seemed to hover over a mantle that
formed the most developed chest Greg had ever witnessed.
Framing the chest hung two arms that gave the impression of
two tree trunks rather than branches narrowing to elbows
that seemed miniscule in comparison to the biceps above and
the forearms that flared below them.  The magnificent
mantle of a chest tapered down in classic formation to a
waist that seemed to be so narrow but yet so strong as a
well defined 8-pack was clearly visible through the tight
shirt straining to cover the torso of this man.  Below that
plate of abs was a basket that strained as well against the
shorts imprisoning it with the stretch of the mere fabric
only highlighting the outline of what was held within.
Below that flared out a set of thighs that only could be
the dream of ninety-nine percent or more of the men on this
planet.  Not to be outdone, the calves supporting this
colossus of a man were in themselves as perfect and as in
proportion as even Michelangelo could have envisioned.
As Greg stood in awe unable to speak or move the couriers
who had brought him here quickly departed, well knowing
that Bill could handle this captive who stood before him.
As Bill began to speak Greg was ripped back to his senses
as he realized that this was the first time since this
whole thing had begun that he could possible find out what
was going on.

Much to his chagrin however Bill had only instructions for
Greg and began to go over them one by one.

"While you are with me you will at all times address me as
Sir" said Bill as he towered over his new student.
"Your time with me will be spent in improving your body to
a respectable level that you will even become proud of, it
will not be an easy job, before you can be built up you
will be torn down so that I can rebuild you properly, your
understanding is not required and I will not answer any
questions that I feel are impertinent." Bill continued
saying "Through my training you will receive punishment and
rewards as deserved, some of these are actually part of
your training and you will learn to accept appropriately
that which you are given.  By the time I have finished your
only desire will be to please me and in so doing you will
find pleasure in yourself"

Walking around the room Bill began to explain the various
types of exercise equipment present and emphasized how Greg
would become very acquainted with each and every one.  With
out further ado Bill ordered Greg to the first machine, a
star stepper and had him begin.

On the onset it seemed to Greg that things were really
improving, as he looked across the room to the mirrors on
the wall he was surprised to see the adornments that had
been added to his nipples and cock and how they really did
look good, he also noticed that though it stood very
vividly in his mind, his buttocks appeared normal and did
not show signs of the distress he had endured.  Just what
had happened, how long a time has passed?  A multitude of
questions scurried through his mind and he not so
surprisingly found himself starting to flounder on the star
stepper as it seemed to be slowly increasing its rate of
speed.  As a beep went off alerting him to hurry his steps
he heard a whoosh thru the air and a heart stopping sting
across his buttocks.

"That's just a taste of your punishment if you don't keep
up with the pace" said Bill as he stood to Greg's side with
a thin cane in his hand.

The time seemed to keep marching on as always, and Greg was
lost in his mind as he went from machine to machine
averaging at least one whack with the cane at each station.

Suddenly Bill called a halt to the last exercise and tossed
him a bar of something; it looked similar to a granola bar
only a little larger and heavier.  It seemed somewhat
greasy on the exterior and had no real odor.  But, if this
was food, it was the first he could remember since sitting
at his kitchen table drinking his coffee over the morning
paper.

Continuing to stare at the item in his hand Bill turned to
him and briskly instructed him to eat it now, or go hungry
for quite a while.

As the growls escaped from his stomach Greg hurriedly
attacked the bar and though it had no apparent taste, he
quickly devoured it as instructed.  Bill then handed him a
bottle of water and advised its speedy consumption.

After a short break it seemed the entire routine began
again and Greg progressed from machine to machine
occasionally incurring the wrath of the cane but pushing
ever so steadily to achieve that level that would protect
his aching hide from the monster that seemed so small but
caused such a wide band of pain.

As the day had to be drawing nearer to an end Bill finally
ordered Greg off of the last piece of equipment and told
him it was time for dinner. In hopes of a real meal the
shock on Greg's face was of total confusion as Bill
approached him removing the few pieces of clothing he was
wearing.  When Bill stopped in front of Greg he placed his
hands on Greg's shoulders and pressed down willing him to
kneel before him.

As he knelt Greg searched Bill's face for some indication
that he intended something other than that which Greg felt
he was about to be forced to do. No reprieve was to be
found as Greg knelt on his knees before Bill; Bill reached
down with one hand and encircled his cock bringing it
closer and closer to Greg's lips.  When Greg did not open
his lips Bill swung his cock back and forth slapping Greg
on each side of his face.  It was only too soon that Greg
resigned himself to what he had to do and he opened his
lips to find Bill quickly shoving his appendage over Greg's
tongue.  He then moved his hands to Greg's ears and taking
hold of them forced his expanding helmet further and
further down Greg's throat.  As Greg began to gag Bill
backed off for only a second or two and then forced himself
ever so closer to Greg's gullet once again. For Greg this
torture seemed to last forever although it was in reality
only a short time, but as Bill continued his breathing
instructions, and his degradation of Greg, suddenly Greg
overcame his gag reflex and his throat seemed to widen as
Bill's twelve inch sword firmly entrenched itself down
Greg's throat and then began to expand as Bill repeatedly
thrust it back and forth deeper and deeper down the gateway
to Greg's stomach.  Within a matter of minutes the girth of
the attacking weapon seemed to increase tremendously and as
it pulsed, Greg felt the shooting down his throat.  When
Bill finally receded from Greg's mouth he commented that he
hoped Greg had enjoyed his protein dinner and it was time
for him to assist Bill in his bath before Greg could shower
himself and retire for the night.

Little did Greg realize that Bill's bath would consist of
Greg licking all the sweat and grime from the day's
activity from Bill's body, a task that Bill constantly
monitored with a flowing diatribe of comments and
instructions as Greg worked his way back and forth from
head to toe to cover every inch of Bill's body.  Only after
accomplishing the task of licking every square inch of the
surface of Bill's body did Greg find that he also was
expected to continue the service to the rosebud between
Bill's ass cheeks.  When his humiliation was finally
overcome and the task completed Bill signaled by means of a
button on the wall, and Greg's earlier couriers once again
appeared escorting him out of the room and down another
hallway where he was taken to a shower.

Entering into the shower Greg found himself not to be
alone. There was another man probably half his age, well
toned, well muscled and quite hung.  Greg reached for the
soap only to have it taken from him.  As he looked in the
other man's eyes for an explanation he was told that he was
not allowed to clean himself and that was why he was there.
He introduced himself as Chad and without further comment
set about scrubbing Greg, paying particular attention to
all intimate areas and particular care around his
piercings. Just as Greg thought his shower was coming to an
end Chad told him not to move he would be right back.  As
Chad returned he was carrying safety razors, scissors, and
shaving cream.

Greg asked if Chad was going to let him shave himself or
must he do it for him.  Chad's response of "he would be
giving him a full shave" raised a shiver of wonder in
Greg's mind as he awaited what he was sure were to be
further instructions.  His concerns were soon to
materialize as Chad instructed him to turn and face the
wall, place his hands out to support himself and stand
still. Without delay Chad began to lather and putting the
safety razor to work efficiently removed all the hair from
Greg's shoulders and down.  Before having him turn around,
Chad told him to lean over at the waist and just as quickly
as before on his back, Chad spread Greg's cheeks and
removed any sight of hair that lied within the crack.
Having him turn Chad proceeded to remove all hair from
Greg's chest, stomach and even that treasure trail that
worked it's way down from his navel.  After clearing all
hair from his legs Chad returned to Greg's privates and
began to remove the hair from his scrotum.  Pulling a pair
of scissors from his stack of supplies he then trimmed the
pubes leaving a fraction of what had been there and what
hair Greg had from the neck up.  Considering Greg was well
past a five o'clock shadow, he practically had a beard,
Chad grabbed his third or fourth safety razor and after
tenderly applying a thick layer of foam, completed a facial
shave that would rival any barber.

Greg was then escorted out of the shower after rinsing off
and came face to face with himself in a mirror.  He could
not believe how he looked.  Though he still had some extra
weight around the middle he looked pumped and after all the
shaving his body never looked better.  There was actually a
glow, he couldn't help but smile as his escorts brisked him
away to his room, even the hair cut he now sported was
different. When, he wondered had that happened?

As he lay on his bed of sorts he began to contemplate just
what had transpired so far.  He had been taken totally
without his knowledge to a place he knew not where.  He had
gotten piercings that he had often dreamt about, but he had
been forced to endure pain he could never have thought was
even possible to exist let alone endure.  He again was
moved, how far or to where he did not know and now he was
being forced to actually build his body, perhaps to a point
even better than he could have ever thought possible but
the pain, could he continue to endure or could he force
himself to achieve to avoid it?

Why the sexual activities? In his mind, those he had always
considered gay, he was straight, he had married and had a
son, a handsome twenty-five year old that as the saying
goes, could be in the dictionary as the picture beside the
word masculine.  He hadn't remarried after Jennifer had
died as he felt that no woman could replace his son's
mother.  He had always been close to Craig his lifelong
friend and he had never married but there had never been
anything other than the usual jack-off buddy type
relationship when they were growing up, and certainly
nothing later.  And as for the relationship with his son,
there had never been any hint of any thing out of the
ordinary there, they had a good relationship, got along
well, there even seemed to be a higher level of respect
than was exhibited by many of his friends towards their
fathers.

Phil just hadn't found the right girl yet, hell at twenty-
five he still had plenty of time, he hadn't been out of
school that long.  He went after a graduate degree
following his bachelors just like his father and since he
hadn't married and brought a child into this world as his
father had done he could afford to take his time.  Greg
certainly could afford to pay for his education with Craig
and his father having their business.

 "His time will come" Greg thought, "I'm certain, one of
these days he's going to fly through the door with some
lovely young thing on his arm and inform me that they are
getting married, he will probably then ask me where I'm
going to send them on their honeymoon? That is if I ever
get out of here.  How did I get here, why am I here?  Who
is behind this? Is Craig going crazy wondering where I am?
And Phil, my dear son Phil what is going through his mind?
I have never left him alone without a way to get in touch
with me.  I know he's grown.  But that's just it, we have
always been somewhat close, always in communication, we
always knew how to get in touch with each other. I admit I
have never told Phil about my feelings toward men. I don't
know how he would take it; I would hate to have him turn
against me after all these years.  He has always looked up
to me depended upon me to show him what is right.  To do
the right thing, to be proper and fit in socially, to
always do what is expected?  I guess that's why I have
always been so chicken about some things; I couldn't stand
for my image to be tarnished in his eyes. These things that
have happened, they excite me but, they scare me, what will
Phil say if and when and I pray when, I see him again?
What about Craig, he has always been by my side ready to
fight to the death for me?  What will he think; he is the
only one that I have been able to tell anything too?  For
some reason when I told him years ago what I was thinking
about other men he never made a comment. He didn't say
anything nasty or derogatory he just looked at me smiled,
and said "I understand," he never said another word. I was
so overjoyed that it didn't end our friendship, I never
thought any more about it, but now I wonder could this be
his revenge.  If I am gone he does inherit the business and
I know he would take care of Phil but where does that leave
me? I know it's getting later and later tonight and I am so
tired.  I just have to close off my mind and get some
sleep, no telling what tomorrow will be like."

Before he knew what was going on the two goons were on Greg
again removing him from his bed and directing him towards
the showers.

 "Well at least today I get to start with a shower," he
thought. "Maybe it will help to ease some of the
discomfort, all that exercising with no clothes, no support
and that heavy ring through the end of my cock, I swear it
is stretching it, it seems longer than ever before.  It
always was a "grower", it looks now like its being
stretched to become more of a "shower".  Like I really have
any choice, but really I do think it looks awfully hot.
After all it was forced on me I didn't do it.  It will be
difficult if I ever get out of here and back with my family
to take it out.  I just wish I could have the courage to
keep it."

As He approached the shower after taking care of other
morning necessities he could see Chad waiting for him. As
he entered the room, he was directed over towards one of
the walls.  Approaching he saw open hanging cuffs suspended
about six and a half feet off the floor and another set
suspended about three feet apart just about six inches off
the floor.  He stared at them in fear wondering what was
about to happen when Chad gently put his hand on his
shoulder and directed him face first towards the wall while
in a calming voice he told him to stay calm and just go
with the flow and everything would soon be over. When he
had gotten close enough to the wall Chad lifted one wrist
at a time and closed the cuff around it.  After securing
both of his wrists he then proceeded to have him spread his
legs and each ankle was then captured.  Greg stood in fear
as he wondered what was about to occur.  Without warning
Chad returned soap in hand, and began to apply soap to the
crevice in Greg's ass working his way towards the rosebud
and then gently forcing some of the soap suds into and past
his sphincter.  His hand was suddenly gone and a strange
metal like object was plunging its way into Greg, the soap
suds acting as a lubricant to ease its passage.  Then he
felt a warm liquid starting to fill him, He was being given
an enema, he hadn't had one of those since he was a child.
Again the questions raced in his mind, why was this being
done?  The pressure kept increasing and Chad reached around
and with one hand massaged his stomach and told him just to
breath, well past the point where he thought he would
explode Chad finally ceased the onslot of water and though
not removing whatever it was that he had inserted, he told
Greg to rest, as if he could, his entire body wanted
nothing more than to expel all of that which had now been
forced within him.  After about fifteen minutes of agony he
finally removed the instrument of torture and released the
bonds telling Greg to move over above the drain before he
evacuated.  Never before had he felt such relief as a gush
burst forth with unbelievable force and odor.  Then again
he was to be strung up on the wall and the entire procedure
repeated.  Little did he know that he would endure this
three times before he was deemed finished, and would have
to endure this every morning from now on.

After another bar such as had been introduced the day
before and a good amount of water, he was led back to his
room of torture with Bill awaiting his arrival, a certain
look of evil in his eyes and that ever prevalent basket
that drew Greg's eyes to that enticing area just below his
8-pack.

The exercises started off very much as they had they day
before and as they would each day to follow.  Some minor
changes occurred but as they say nothing to write home
about until he found that he had made it through his first
session and into lunch without being caned.  "Oh, day of
jubilee, maybe this would be a day of days," after all he
thought.  After lunch Bill told him that he was very proud
of his success that morning but not to get too heady
because as the time progressed everything would get turned
up a notch at a time so that he could continue to improve.
At that point it did a weight check a check on body fat and
took measurements, he then informed Greg of their goals for
that week.  The rest of the day progressed he thought,
quite well and Greg was almost surprised when Bill
announced the end of the exercising and that it was time
for his protein dinner to be served.  Without hesitation he
again advanced towards Greg as he had done the day before,
removing his clothing as he approached, then laying his
hands upon his shoulder directing him to the desired
position.  Not wishing to be dick-slapped again Greg
immediately opened his mouth and tried to remember
everything he had been taught the day before.  He didn't
gag anywhere near as much and before he knew it was again
injected with his daily quota of protein. The goons, as
Greg had decided to refer to them, arrived upon being
called and once again he was escorted out of the "gym" and
on to the shower area where he was met again by Chad.
Tonight at least there would just be a shower, no shave, as
one wasn't needed, at least for his body, and he was
informed that from now on his facial shave would take place
in the morning, but his body would be checked and touched
up every three days. Without much ado but seemingly, with a
little more massage as he was being scrubbed, his shower
soon ended and he was back to his closet for the night.
Again as he lay upon his so called bed his mind tried to
grasp all the possibly explanations that could explain why
he was here, who could be responsible and whether or not
there was any possibility of ever returning to home.  He
had tried to ask Bill, but as he had been told, he would
not answer any impertinent questions and that seemed to be
exactly of that classification, so at least for now those
questions and any others that might come to mind would not
be answered, He could only stew them over in his mind,
stealing away precious time that he could be sleeping as he
seemed to never get enough sleep.

The third day turned into the fourth and then the fifth and
suddenly it was the beginning of a new week, or, so said
Bill as he informed Greg that it was time to do his weekly
evaluation.

Surprise, surprise, he actually exceeded his expectations
and had done better than he had projected for a goal.  This
too brought a great surprise as he was escorted to a piece
of equipment he had never seen before.  It appeared to be
somewhat similar to a sawhorse but the top was wider and
covered with a padded leather cover.  Next to the legs
seemed to be appendages that had multiple straps and a
certain range of adjustability as to their height and
placement.  Before he knew what was happening Bill asked if
he wanted to lay on his back or his stomach.  Not realizing
what was about to happen, Greg simply replied with the
question "Sir, which way would you prefer me, Sir?" This
brought a smile to Bills face, the first one seen in quite
a while and he replied for him to lie back on his back. His
arms were quickly hung down to the sides and fastened.  As
quickly as the arms had been fastened he lifted Greg's
muscular legs and they became fastened, his ankles within
inches of his ears.  As Bill checked over his handy work
with a great smile he removed his clothes once again and
approaching with a tube of lube he started to massage and
work lube into Greg's rosebud.  He then told him that he
had pleased him very much and now as a reward he was going
to please him.  He worked first one finger into the hole
and then with more lube he continued to massage getting two
fingers all the way up to the knuckle, then with a little
force and a small amount of pain a third finger was added
thoroughly opening Greg up for the impending assault.  As
he placed the helmet of his cock against his hole he slowly
moved it about massaging and every so gently beginning his
entrance into Greg.  With barely any pain Greg suddenly
felt Bill's wiry pubes tickling his skin; he had sunk his
whole twelve inches into him without pain.  Once he waited
for a few moments for Greg to adjust and realize just what
had happened he slowly started to move out of him
withdrawing at an every so slow pace.  Just as he was about
to draw the helmet across the sphincter in exit, he quickly
reversed and in a flash and speared his way back inside
about as deep as possible.  Again he started the
treacherously slow exit followed by a hasty insertion.  By
the time he had done this about five times he had suddenly
managed to brush Greg's expanding and sensitive prostate
and the jolt of excitement that flooded Greg's body was
nothing short of totally unbelievable.  He had to have more
of this, never in his life had he experienced such a
feeling. As Bill started his see-saw journey once again
Greg yelled to him just to ram it in, fuck him, fuck him
fast, feed him what he wanted oh so bad, take him, and take
him now.  Bill reacted with a fury of action; his body
became a blur as he continued to push Greg further and
further into a state of excitement that his body had never
experienced before.  There wasn't any pain it was all
pleasure and he was feeling every delicious and wonderful
inch of it as it moved in and out of him and pounded his
prostate into a state of exhilaration that he had never
before experienced.  As Greg would approach that point
where he was just ready to totally explode, the rocket
fuses had been lit, he knew they were ready to soar, but
Bill would slow down, change his angle or do something that
would just take him off that edge, just pull him back
enough to keep him from going over.  He felt like he was
going to die if he couldn't make it.  Bill again was
torturing him but oh, what a torture. It seemed to go on
forever and ever and finally as Greg cried out to him to
finish him off he brought him right to that pinnacle again
for the countless time and as Greg screamed for release
Bill looked him straight in the eyes and without changing
his momentum or style commanded him to cum. His eyes rolled
back and a multitude of firework grand-finales fired off in
his brain as he knew he must have suffered as the French so
aptly say "Le Petit Mort."  As his nervous system took him
to a place he had never been, stream after stream erupted
from his cock going over his head, then all over his face,
then covering his chest.  If that were not enough just at
that moment Bill exploded filling his insides with his seed
and attacking Greg's lips with his lips and tongue further
streams boiled as they flew from his cock to only shatter
against Bill's chin and chest.  After they laid there
motionless for a few minutes to regain their strength he
slowly raised himself up and proceeded to turn lose those
bindings that had held Greg prisoner for now over an hour.
He then lovingly began to clean Greg with his tongue as
Greg battled with him to do likewise, ending only when any
vestige of their experience had been thoroughly consumed.
He received his lunch as on any other day and afterwards
Bill drove him hard but steadily on a round of exercises.

The intensity that afternoon wasn't really increased but
now when he announced it was time for dinner Greg was on
his knees before he even got to him.  As he approached,
Greg didn't know why, he must do it, an overwhelming urge
and he followed through on his instinct and lowered his
lips to Bill's right foot and while holding his foot in his
hands Greg asked if he could honor his foot with a kiss.
He told him yes and he did immediately rising back to his
kneeling position and swiftly engulfed the manhood before
him with his mouth and tongue as he tried to impart the
best feelings he could possibly give to him, this man he
had to feel was his master.

The next two weeks passed, he couldn't believe what had
transpired. How could he have changed so much?  He only
wanted to please this man. Every day Bill took him to
greater heights, either by finger fucking him, teasing and
torturing his prostate till he shot till he could shoot no
more, or repeating his assault with Greg on the horse, in
endless positions till Greg thought he would totally lose
his mind. In every case Greg felt that by surrendering to
Bill's desires his only goal was to satisfy Bill and in so
doing his pleasure was immeasurable.  Whatever Bill seemed
to indicate Greg wanted to do and go beyond.  His pleasure
could only come by seeing his master's pleasure with
whatever he could do for him. He still had the concerns for
his son and lifelong friend but had found a place of peace
where he was happy.  He couldn't believe he said that, he
was happy, how could that be?  His life revolved around his
son and his friend.  There was the business that he and his
friend ran.  They had employees that took care of them, and
they took care of them, they were always like one big
family, but now it was if He had given it all away. He was
actually saying that He was happy.  How could this be?

At the third evaluation Bill informed him that he had
achieved that which had been intended. His weight, body fat
percentage, muscular development and even his now very
apparent six pack, where all solid evidence that Bill's
training had brought him to the point desired, but at whose
wishes? As he stared at him with mixed emotions Greg asked
him what that meant and what was to happen now.  He only
looked back at him and said that he should consider that as
an impertinent question and not even acknowledge his asking
but he had shown such devotion and an acceptance to
training Bill had never before witnessed he would only tell
him that all would soon be revealed  and he should just be
patient.

His reply left him with even more concerns, what was going
to happen to him now?  Bill had truly become his Master,
was he now going to abandon him? Though so much of his body
had healed, more the mental than the physical, He was aware
that his physical healing from the piercing was over half
way there. He was told by Chad that they normally took
about six weeks and he had only been four.

Again his mind was beginning to be his tormentor.  He
didn't know what lie ahead and he had always been afraid of
the uncertain.

As he arose from his slumber the next morning after a
frightful night with a real lack of sleep, he was greeted
by Chad instead of the two goons who normally escorted to
and from any place he was to go.  Chad gently called him to
the waken state and requested that he follow him for his
morning routine.  He lovingly massaged Greg's body with
soap suds, washed his hair with a fragrant shampoo, gave
him his morning shave and even an enema which he was now
able to handle without problem and without restraint.  It
almost seemed reassuring as they progressed through the
daily ritual.  As they finished instead of planing off
whatever water was left Chad approached with a warm and
large fluffy towel and proceeded to dry him thoroughly.  He
had not touched a towel since before this whole ordeal had
started and couldn't remember when he had enjoyed the
luxury of such a warm and fluffy one.  Then to add to the
surprise he took Greg to another room, one in which he had
never entered.  There he proceeded to pull a pair of boxer
shorts, satin, very form fitted and very comfortable, but
so different than that to which Greg had become accustomed,
after all in the last four weeks he had never worn a stitch
of clothing.  The only adornment to his body was the three
rings that had been so brutally attached.  But somehow even
after the brutality under which he'd received them he had
at an earlier point wanted them and now couldn't see
wanting to remove them.  They were a part of his new being,
he was different, and he had a completely different
mindset. The pain he had endured, he had earned these
embellishments. He had feared if he experienced male to
male sex he would never want to do without it again.
Through the training and all his time with Bill he found
that to totally be true, he couldn't imagine life going on
without the special attachment to another man, but who?
Bill had made it quite clear that he was only an
instructor, a person assigned a task which he had now
completed, he would never see Greg again. He didn't know if
he had any more courage but then he didn't know what was
happening or if it would even matter.

Next Chad pulled a soft polo shirt for him.  As he pulled
it down over his torso looking into the mirror he realized
that he had never looked as good as he did right now.  The
shirt was definitely form fitting and his nipples and rings
where as much on display as if he hadn't been wearing a
shirt at all.

While he was admiring the look of his new chest and its
adornment Chad pulled a pair of Dockers shorts for him to
put on.  They were tight and revealing in all the right
places, he had never felt he had much of a basket to
display but now with his PA it seemed that his equipment
just didn't disappear it stayed right there to be noticed.
The last item to be added to his wardrobe was a pair of
sandals.  He didn't know what was about to happen but he
certainly could feel confident and comfortable in the way
he was attired.

Sometime in that lost time when he didn't know what was
going on his head of hair had been restyled, shorter,
easier to care for and even though he was pushing 50 the
person looking back in the mirror looked much younger and
much stronger in body and mind than the one that he had
seen in the mirror how ever long ago it had been. Since
then Chad had kept the new look sharp, trimming as needed.
He knew that he had been here in training for four weeks
but how much time had elapsed from the time of his
abduction to the beginning of his training was a total
unknown to him.
His train of thought was interrupted as Chad informed him
that it was time for him to go, Greg had a meeting to
attend.  What was this meeting? Would he finally find out
what had been going on? Who would be there?  Would he
finally be able to know who he should thank or curse for
upsetting his life in such an abrupt manner?

As they approached an office door, one he had never seen
before, Greg saw a simple sign that said Director.  It was
with great apprehension that he approached that door and on
Chad's urging, knocked lightly and opened the door to enter
as he was summoned into the room.

Sitting behind the desk was a man he can only describe as
someone he would expect to see in a GQ magazine.  Strong,
prominent features, a look of sincerity, and honesty that
was unapproachable, will built of course, but then it seems
those were the only type of men that he had seen for the
last four weeks.  As he entered the room he was instructed
to take the seat directly across from him.

The director spent the first few minutes looking over Greg
from head to toe, all the while smiling at what he was
seeing and then he ask Greg how he was.

Greg replied that he had never felt better physically, but
was in a certain amount of mental distress with the vast
unknown that surrounded my circumstances.

The director's only reply was that was understandable but
he would try to remedy that shortly.  First he had some
questions.

"Greg" he started, " I realize that some of the methods had
been unorthodox, but has there been anything done to you
that at some time, you have not desired to be done, or that
you have not found that you enjoy?

Well what could he say? Either someone has been a mind
reader or under hypnosis his deepest secrets had been
revealed.

"No," he replied, "other than the pain I was subjected to
when my body was ornamented I have either desired or
discovered afterwards that I did enjoy whatever happened.
Why do you ask that question?

"You were afraid before to make any of the changes that
have occurred since your abduction, but wanted them, isn't
that correct?" he asked, ignoring the question Greg had
asked of him.

"Certainly, some of those changes, if not all of them could
possible not be acceptable to my son or my closest friends"
Greg answered.

"I see, and I understand, you have progressed very well
with the program and goals that were set for you by the
persons that hired us.  You were considering a type of
abduction as a fantasy weren't you? He asked as he leaned
forward giving Greg his full attention.

"Yes, I did consider it but I only researched it I never
arranged it and it certainly wasn't anything like what I've
experienced this last month or more." Greg stated.

"Do you think that the fantasy you had started to plan
would have brought you any long term satisfaction?" He
inquired seemingly to pursue a point.

"I don't know, but after what has happened I doubt it, but
I'm still concerned, I don't know now just where my life is
or who I have left in the world to turn to.  For all I know
my life long friend and my son may consider me either
already gone or if I do see them, they may not be willing
to accept what I have become?" Greg asked becoming more
uncomfortable as the conversation continued.

"Your dilemma is a good one, I can understand but I think
all can be handled in a way that may be more satisfactory
to you that you might believe." He said with an appearance
of sincerity that Greg could not quite fathom.

"Mr. Baker, would you please show our guests into my office
please" he said into the intercom in front of him.

A moment later the other door opened and there entering
into the room were Craig and Phil.  They both hurried their
step as Greg jumped from his chair and leapt towards them.
As they finally broke their hug, Phil looked his dad
straight in the eye and said "Hi Dad, you look great!"

 Craig added "Yeah you didn't even look so good when you
where in college You know you really left me in a lurch
when you disappeared, how about if we get going so we can
get you home and catch up on what has happened."

Craig then turned to the director and inquired." Is there
anything else you need or can we leave? Thanks for letting
us know where to find this guy we really have been
worried!" The director quickly replied "Sure Mr. Bellows,
if there are any further questions we have each others
numbers, Take care!"

With that the three headed out the door and into the
parking lot, the destination, home.

Greg was so elated he was with Phil and Craig, all else
seemed to have fled from his mind, but as they approached
home the questions began to nag at him again, he knew he
needed some answers.

As they walked into the house, "Oh my lovely house, so good
to see the comforts of home again," Greg thought. He asked
Craig just what had happened.

At that moment he saw a confusing look exchanged between
Craig and Phil, then Phil turned to him and said " Dad,
lets go into the study I think it's time for a talk."

They were soon seated in the study and Phil had brought
each of them their favorite drinks as he started to speak.

"Dad, I know you have wondered why I am still not married
or at least engaged, and I don't know just how much you
have questioned the fact that Craig has never married
either."

Craig jumped in continuing the story, " Well Greg, old
buddy, when you married Jennifer I thought I would about
die, but then I found that you two were about to have a son
and I couldn't bear the thought that I couldn't be around
you and your child.  I never wanted any more in life than
to be with you."

Phil then picked up the story, "Dad when I left for college
I ended up in a discovering that I really was gay, but I
never thought you'd understand.  I went to Craig since for
some reason I thought I could talk to him, and he accepted
me as I am, and as of late, Craig has become my lover. The
two of you always seemed liked reflections in the mirror.
So identical, hell even yours names are so close you are
like twins, but as close as I always felt Craig was to me
he wasn't you, my father, and I couldn't take the chance
that you'd reject me. The truth of the matter is I had
always wanted to be your lover, but just couldn't see how
that could be possible, you were just so straight"

Craig continued, "And when you told me about you fantasy
vacation plans, and I remembered your comments about
considering other men, then deciding not to carry them
through, I had a feeling that once again you where doing
what you have always done.  Put what you think are others
wishes ahead of yours, but Phil and I knew that there was
just no way that you would just accept what we wished you
would accept. I too was afraid of your rejection, I could
not have faced it.  All these years, Greg, I had wished
that it could have been me instead of Jennifer that was
with you. I always had that nagging feeling that you wanted
that relationship we had as fuck-buddies to go on but just
couldn't bring yourself to carry it through. It seems odd
that at this late time in our life it would be your son who
would end up bedding me and convincing me that we both
needed you as well."

"So Dad, when Craig told me about your fantasy and your
past comments, we checked around and believe or not there
are really some pretty good shrinks at that place we just
brought you home from.  After questioning us for hours and
checking every psychological exam you had ever taken they
laid out the program that they said would allow you to
break through all your barriers and finally be able to not
only accept us but join us.  So at this point we have to
lay it on the line and pray that we were correctly
directed, Dad, do you want us to leave for what we did to
you, or did we have proper counsel?"

Greg's mind was in overload as all the occurrences of the
recent past flashed through his mind.  His ultimate concern
was rather or not these two would accept him and here, they
were worried that he wouldn't accept them when they had had
the courage to try something though so totally bizarre he
could never have considered let alone planned and executed
it.

He looked across the room at the two most important people
in his life and saw the concern and worry that was so plain
in their faces as they waited for his reply.  How could he
do anything else but love them.  Their worry seemed only to
intensify as he rose and started towards them. As he came
near to them and reached out to surround them both with his
arms they melted into one as he turned to Phil and asked,
"Does this means we have to adopt if we want to hear the
patter of little feet?"

With that the sudden sound of laughter was quickly
silenced. They took their first step towards their life as
lovers. Their mouths sought out each other in passionate
and deep kisses as Phil and Craig began to massage the
rings on the chest of their long awaited companion. With a
loving touch their other hand sought out Greg's PA and as
the two men grasped it firmly they pulled Greg towards the
stairs and into their lair.

The End. Or, should we say the Beginning?