Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2010 16:01:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jake Ward <nakedrabbit819@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sex Toy Enslavement Ch. 15

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graphic depictions of sexual activities and erotic abuse between males.
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	This story is fiction...........I think.



	As the story continues we'll be dropping in on several scenes at a
time so I'm providing a list of primary characters for quick and easy
reference.  As they become involved in the story you can quickly scroll up
to remember who they are in case you come across a number which may not be
as easy to remember as a name.  I will periodically update the time line as
well.


	115 (Matt Forest): 23 yo, 6'2", 195, 9" uncut, Anglo, athletic
build, blond hair and blue eyes, straight, single unattached guy getting
his life started.  Captive about 6 weeks.
	The Doctor: 41yo, 6'1", 185, Anglo, well defined, short salt and
pepper hair and blue eyes, sadist that has developed a way to profit from
his sadism.
	Trainer: 37yo, 6'4", 215, 10" uncut, Anglo/Latino, muscular but not
bulky, dark hair and eyes, sadist that has worked for the Doctor for years
running his training stable, hoping to become a partner.
	Mr. Watts: 31yo, 5'11", 170, 7" cut, Anglo, athlectic build, dark
hair and brown eyes, loves his job scouting for new slaves.

	Slaves:
	  99: 22 yo, 5'8", 175, 6" cut, Anglo, muscular, dark hair and blue
eyes, straight, captive for 7.5 months.
	103: 23 yo, 6'2", 195, 8" uncut, Latino, tall slender and well
defined, black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive just over
			6.5 months.
	107: 19 yo, 5'9", 165, 8" uncut, Latino (Captured illegal),
athletic build, brown hair and eyes, straight, captive 5
			months.  (Wearing ball weights)
	109: 23 yo, 6'1", 190, 10" uncut, Black (Ebony), slightly muscular
and well defined, straight, captive just over 3.5 months.
	112: 21 yo, 6', 180, 9" cut, Anglo (darkly handsome features),
athletic build and well defined with attractive body hair, straight,
captive about 3 months.
	113: 24 yo, 6', 190, 5" cut, Asian, slender but muscular build,
black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive about 2.5 months.  (Wearing ball
weights)
	116: 23 yo, 5'11", 185, 7" cut, Anglo, tight swimmer's build with
well defined chest and abs, red hair and green eyes, straight? Captive
about 3 weeks.
	117A: 18 yo, 5'10", 170, 7" uncut, Latino (Captured illegal),
athletic defined build, brown hair and eyes, straight.
			Captive about 2 weeks.
	117B: Twin......ditto
	XX (Holt): 28 yo, 6'2", 200, 7.5" uncut, Anglo, muscular, blond
hair and blue eyes, straight, former Boss, now slave
			being trained for Buyer Y.  Sold with 105.
	Radar: 30 yo, 5'11", 175, 7" cut, Anglo, muscular, well defined,
black hair and green eyes, straight, the Doctor's
			personal slave, captive for 10 years.

	Bosses:
	Murphy: 32 yo, 6'2", 200, 7.5" uncut, Anglo, muscular, dark
features and hairy chest, straight, employed 3 years.
	Willis: 33 yo, 6'1", 205, 7" cut, Black, muscular, black hair and
eyes, gay, employed 3.5 years.
	Martin: 31 yo, 6'3", 215, 8" uncut, Anglo, very muscular, lt. brown
hair and green eyes, straight, employed 2.5 years.
	Samuels: 34 yo, 6'2", 205, 8" cut, Anglo, muscular, blond hair and
green eyes, gay, employed 2 years.
	Jackson: 33 yo, 6'4", 210, 8" uncut, Anglo, very muscular, brown
and brown, straight, employed 3 years.
	Williams: 29 yo, 6'1", 195, 7.5" cut, Anglo, well defined and cut,
brown and brown, straight, special project employee.

	Sold Slaves:
	101: 21 yo, 6'4", 225, 12" uncut, Black, heavily musceled, black
hair and brown eyes, straight, captive 5 1/2 months.
			Sold to Buyer C2 as a K9 slave.
	104: 22 yo, 6'2", 190, 7" cut, Anglo, swimmer's build, brown hair
and eyes, gay, captive just under 6.5 months.  Sold
			to Buyer X and transformed into a she/he.
	105 (Rex & Alpha): 24 yo, 5'8", 165, 6" cut, Iranian, slighter
build but very well defined, black hair and eyes, straight,
			captive 6 months.  Sold to Buyer Y with XX.

	Buyers:
	Mr. X: Late 40's, 5'7", 195 (pudgy), Anglo, balding, computer
genius.  Bought 104 (making into she/he).
	Mr. Y: Early 50's, 5'9", 190 (average build), Anglo, thinning gray
hair, Wall Street genius.  Bought XX and 105.
	Mr. C2: Early 50's, 5'9", 215 (pudgy), Anglo, salt & pepper hair,
another computer wiz boy. Bought 101 for K9.


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				Part One


	Departure ceremonies at the compound weren't as involved as the
welcoming ceremony, and varied due to the exegencies of the occassion.
However, when possible, the Doctor liked having a brief ceremony to instill
into the slaves the understanding that the only thing that would improve
their circumstances was to be sold, at a significant profit, to a buyer
that wanted to use them, for whatever reason.  A sold slave was of
immeasurably more value to the Doctor than an unsold one, because a sold
slave represented a success story, his vision, his dream was being
vindicated by the most significant measure in the world he
understood.......monetarily.  The sold slaves he had delivered to his
clients through the years represented more than the fortune he had amassed,
it meant that his vision that there were superior men in the world who were
entitled to take what they wanted, at any cost to others, was affirmed.  He
was affirmed.

	So he had told Trainer to plan a brief departure ceremony for 101
before he was to be crated and shipped to his Buyer.  Shipping had proved
to be a bit of a problem for the Doctor, and he was always looking for
better ways.  However, he'd hit a bit of luck when he'd met a guy that
owned a national trucking company while attending a national Master/Slave
Convention.  It hadn't solved his problems with some international
deliveries, but it had gone a long way in taking care of most domestic
deliveries, and since 101 was being delivered to California, it was solving
his immediate problem.  The company owner had made a special truck that he
had designed for his own use, available to the Doctor, and in return, the
Doctor made his slaves available to the owner when he was in Houston.  In
fact, a couple of his current stock had had the dubious pleasure of taking
care of that individual's needs on a couple of occassions.

	The Doctor often marveled at how pervasive this alternative
lifestyle was in our culture, and how close to the surface it sometimes
came.  It made what he was doing a little easier, but he never took the
security of his business for granted.

	As the slaves were gathered in the main cell block, they each saw
101 standing in the middle of the room in presentation mode.  The slaves
knew he had been sold, and some were wondering when this would happen, but
for others, it was their first time for this particular event.  The slaves
settled into presentation mode on their knees around 101 as the Bosses
present took up positions around the room.

	"You slaves look at your brother here," Trainer said firmly to all
present.  "When you slaves came here you were worthless pieces of shit, but
with the hard work of these Bosses and myself, this one was made into
something of value."  Trainer made this point, making it sound like all
these slaves had come here voluntarily, as slaves seeking training to
become better slaves.  A point that was grossly inaccurate from the
perspective of the slaves, but none dared to challenge it.  "And as a
result of this effort on our part," Trainer continued, "this slave has
achieved the highest goal a slave can..........he has been purchased by a
Master.  He is no longer taking our time in training, he is now a piece of
valued property.  To his credit, this slave brought a good price to his
creator, so he will receive the respect due him from you other slaves who
have, thus far, proven to be of little value to anyone, as no one has
offered a cent for any of you."

	So you will now show your respect to 101 before he departs for his
new home with his new Master.  99, you've been here long enough to know
what to do.  Show your sisters how they are to treat a real slave."

	With that one of the Bosses slapped 99 on the back of his head, and
99 crawled on all fours to a kneeling position in front of 101.  "You have
fulfilled our destiny and are worthy of our worship," he said, and then
proceeded to kneel down and kiss both of 101's feet.  If it had stopped
there it would have been fairly unremarkable as far as some of the newer
slaves were concerned, but then 99 crawled to 101's backside, then reached
up and spread those beautiful black butt cheeks, exposing the dark ringed
center.  Then 99 leaned in and passionately kissed 101's asshole.  He
tongued it, then kissed it, then went back to tonguing it.  Finally, after
what seemed an inordinate amount of time to the other slaves, 99 was
finished.  He crawled back to the front of 101 and kowtowed before him,
bringing his head all the way down to the floor and resting it there for a
moment.  Then 99 crawled back to his original place.

	Then another Boss slapped 103 on the back of his head, and he,
having participated in this before and knowing the established pecking
order, crawled to his place in front of 101 and repeated the phrase, "You
have fulfilled our destiny and are worthy of our worship."  He then
proceeded to do exactly what 99 had done by kissing 101's feet then moving
to tongue and kiss his ass.  He also finished with a long kowtow in front
of 101, then crawled back to his place.

	And so the procedure was established and understood by all the
slaves, even the new ones, and proceeded much as planned by Trainer.  Each
slave paying homage to a real slave, a purchased slave.  101 had performed
the ritual a number of times on other slaves that had been sold before him,
and he knew there was more to this than just having all the slaves pay
homage to him in this way.  He knew that he would soon have to pay homage
to each of the Bosses and to Trainer.  He had learned by watching other
slaves as they had given each of the Bosses their last blowjobs in this
slave farm.  Then after eating the cum of each Boss, 101 knew he would have
some time with Trainer.  He wasn't as sure what happened there, as the
other slaves had all been taken to Trainer's quarters for their final
goodbye to the man who had broken each of them.  Then, as he understood it,
he would spend a final session with the Doctor, the man who had decided
that Hank Thomas of Shreveport, Louisiana should be made into 101, a sex
toy for the amusement and abuse of wealthy men.  For 101 it was a lifetime
ago.......had he really ever been anything but this slave, here in this
slave farm?  As the twins finished kissing his ass and made their final
kowtow to him, 101 came out of his thoughts, dropped to his knees and
crawled to the first Boss and began sucking his cock.  Enough, he thought,
this is my life.......I'm a slave.

	Later that day, after the Doctor finished enjoying listening to the
screams of 101 during their final session together, 101 was crated up and a
special truck pulled into the warehouse to pick up the merchandise and
deliver it to its new owner.  However, well before then, life had resumed
its normal Hellish pace in the compound for the other slaves...........




				Part Two


	Boss Martin had been looking forward to this evening.  It had been
a long day, and he was three days into his four day shift.  The shifts for
the Bosses were patterned after those of firemen.  The Doctor had learned
that too much coming and going caused a restlessness among the slaves and
slowed the training.  They needed continuity of control, discipline and
torture for the best results.  So each Boss was on a Four-On, Three-Off
System.  That way, for four continuous days the Boss lived at the compound
and was always on duty.  Scheduling all of this was one of Trainer's tasks,
and he'd become pretty adept at it.  It would have been considered long
hours and a lot of up time, but not really much different from working as a
fireman or on an oil rig.....except for times like this, thought Martin, as
he led 116 to his quarters for the night.

	Martin loved red heads, he prefered that they were women, but he'd
learned long ago at this job that the feeling of power he got being in
complete control of another man was a powerful aphrodisiac, unlike anything
else he'd ever experienced.  He still considered himself straight, but
taking a slave for your sexual pleasure......well that was something else
entirely.  And this slave had been attractive to Martin from the beginning.
The red hair was just so all-American boy next doorish to Martin, and the
tight swimmer's build was his favorite among the slaves.  All in all a nice
package that was his to enjoy for the whole evening, and there was that bit
that Samuels had told him about yesterday.

	Samuels had enjoyed 116 two nights ago, a few nights after Trainer
had done his "Thing" with him.  None of the Bosses were too sure what
Trainer did during those sessions, but they could certainly tell a
difference in the slaves after Trainer had them for that long session.  It
was obviously exhausting for Trainer because he generally tried to take a
good deal of the next day off, but the effects were remarkable.  First,
109, then 105, and now 116.....all changed dramatically after their
marathon session with Trainer.  Martin was thinking he'd really like to
know what it was Trainer was doing since he'd love Trainer's job.  That was
the only problem with this place, no upward mobility to speak of.  Of
course, the Doctor tried to compensate for that by choosing guys with
native intelligence, but little formal education.  Martin and the others
were pulling six figures a year, and none of them ever dreamed of anything
like that before coming to the Compound.

	The same however, could be said for 116 whose hands were cuffed
behind his back as Martin led him to his quarters.  116 had never dreamed
that his life could take this kind of turn.  Here he was, terrified because
he knew Martin's temperment, being led as a sex slave into another man's
quarters to be used by that man for his sexual pleasure in whatever way he
chose.  Yet, as frightened as 116 was, he was also a little excited.  In
some perverse way he was only beginning to really get hold of, he knew he
was where he was meant to be, regardless of the pain and humiliation.  He
realized he was becoming accustomed to always being naked, always being
subservient, always being ready to give himself however his betters
demanded.  He wasn't sure what all that meant yet, but he suspected he'd
have a lot of time to figure it out as a sex slave for the rest of his
life.

	"Present bitch," Martin's voice jolted him back to the moment as
they came to the door of his quarters, and he immediately straightened
himself, pulled back his shoulders, lowered his gaze and waited for his
instructions.  Martin punched his key code in and his door opened.
"Welcome to paradise cunt, he growled as he shoved 116 into his room.  116
stumbled into the room then resumed his presentation mode since he had not
been instructed to change it.  As Martin closed the door, they both
realized it was about to begin, but only Martin knew where it was going.

	It might seem to an untrained observer that the Bosses did pretty
much what they wanted with the slaves when they had them in their quarters,
however, nothing would be further from the truth.  The Doctor had learned
long ago that the process of breaking a man then training him to be a sex
slave was complex and intense.  Fun and games by the Bosses could do
serious damage to a well structured, very organized approach to the
process.  In fact, each Boss submited a plan of what would happen when they
had a slave, and that plan was reviewed by Trainer or the Doctor.  Changes
would be made, as well as additions to what should happen.  After the
session, each Boss would write a brief summary of the slave's responses
with suggestions for additional training.  All of it was part of a process
that the Doctor and Trainer had spent years working on, and one they
continued to develop, as evidenced by Trainer's new interest in hypnotism.

	116 was unaware of any of this.  All that was on his mind was what
Boss Martin was planning for him, and he didn't have long to wait as Martin
slapped him savagely across the face with the flat of his hand.  116 was
taken by surprise, but had learned not to resist what was happening to him,
simply submit and hope whoever was using him would show some mercy.  Of
course, that hadn't happened too much so far, but it didn't change the fact
that that was all that was available to him.

	Martin had decided he would start with humiliation, to soften the
bitch up a bit.  He slapped 116 again, this time with the back of his hand.
116 gasped as he was hit again, but came back into a good presentation
mode.  This didn't bode well, it was going to be a hard session.

	"Let's get something straight right from the get go, bitch," Martin
sneered as he checked that he had security buttons in both palms, and in so
doing letting 116 know there was no chance he would be able to overpower
Martin before he hit one of those buttons and sent him into agonizing pain.
Both were clear on that point as Martin took off the cuffs holding 116's
hands behind his back.  As soon as he felt the release, 116 assumed the
Presentation position.  "when you're in this room you belong to me, so you
might as well start calling me Master right now.  Understand bitch," he
said as he slapped 116 across the face again.

	"Yes, Master," 116 responded, tasting blood in his mouth.

	"Now show your Master how excited you are about being here with him
by getting hard and dripping cum, faggot.  I want to know that just the
thought of being with a real man gets your juices flowing.  Get
hard......NOW, BITCH," he yelled.

	116 immediately brought his hand from his back and grabbed his dick
to get it hard for his Master, and just as quickly, Martin slapped him so
hard he almost fell over.

	"I didn't tell you to use your hand douche bag, I told you to get
hard, " Martin screamed into 116's terrified face.  "You shouldn't need to
use your hand to get hard with a real man.  Hell, just by being with a real
man you should start getting hard and dripping in anticipation of being
used.  Now get hard and start dripping you disgusting cum dump."

	"Yes, Master," 116 said while desperately trying to will an
erection.  He was so scared of what this man might do to him that he
couldn't even conjure an erotic image to help him.  He was just hoping
Martin wouldn't hit him again, and he got his wish as Martin grabbed hold
of his nipples and began to squeeze them mercilessly.

	"Maybe a little attention to your pathetic tits will help stimulate
you, you pathetic faggot," Martin said as he proceeded to almost tear off
116's nipples.  116 began screaming and tears rolled down his face.  He
started to instinctively move away from the intense pain, and in fact, the
pain did stop for a second as Martin again viciously slapped 116 and told
him to stand still.  But the momentary pause was just that as Martin
grabbed 116's tit again and squeezed even harder.

	"PLEAZZZZZZZE," 116 cried as a drop of blood from his cut lip
dripped onto his chest where it seemed his nipples were being pulverized
between the steel grip of Martin's fingers.  "PLEAZZZZZZE," he continued
crying, and failed to notice that he was beginning to get hard, just as
Martin wanted.  However, Martin noticed.

	"Just as I thought, you little cunt.  A little stimulation to your
tits and the bitch gets hard with anticipation for more to come.  In fact,
you want more, don't you bitch.  Say it, tell your Master you want him to
use you, to make you his boi cunt.  SAY IT BITCH!"

	"Please Master, please make me your boi cunt.  Use me, enjoy me,
hurt me," 116 responded without even thinking.  Sure part of him wanted the
pain to his nipples to stop, but he also realized that part of him was
truly asking Martin to use him as a sex toy.  It had been this way ever
since the session with Trainer.  The more that was demanded of him, the
more appropriate he felt in his situation, and the more he wanted to submit
to the pleasure of another.  He still didn't understand it, and he rarely
had time to think much about it, but he knew it to be true.

	"Fuck me Master," he groaned as the pain continued, "fuck me, fill
me with your seed."

	Even Martin noticed the difference.  The bitch wasn't just
"responding" to the command he'd just been given, he was begging, genuinely
begging to be used for his sexual pleasure.  Martin was getting so hard and
turned on he'd have to watch himself. He knew this feeling, and bitches
usually got hurt, and he couldn't afford to really damage this slave, but
damn, he was going to have fun with this cunt.

	"Well, since I've found your "turn on" button I think I'll keep it
dialed to maximum," Martin sneered as he reached over to a side table and
pick up a pair of mean looking tit clamps.  As he let go of one nipple, he
clamped it, causing 116 to moan again, then proceeded to do the same to the
other nipple.

	116 still didn't understand everything that was going on within
himself, but having his nipples clamped like that was continuing to turn
him on.  He was actually feeling a craving for something to touch his hole,
probe him, use him.  He didn't bother trying to understand what had been
done to him, he simply began to respond to those feelings as it enabled him
to better serve his Master, and he now realized he had a deep craving to do
just that.

	Martin pushed him onto the bed and positioned his head to hang just
off the side.  He then ran his leaking cock and balls over 116's upturned
face.  God this bitch felt good, Martin thought.  He'd wanted to do so much
more, but this cunt's response was turning him on so much all he could
think about was dumping a load down that throat.  Afterall, he had the
bitch all night, and he could put several more loads into this faggot.

	As Martin rammed his cock deep into 116's open and willing mouth,
he felt 116's tongue washing over his rock hard cock.  The little bit of
lubrication helped his cock begin to slip down that velvety throat.  He
marvelled that 116's gag reflexes were already becoming stablized so it was
more pleasurable to slip in and out of that wet, warm hole.  Just to remind
the bitch of his duty, Martin reached down and pulled the chain connected
to both nipple clamps and listened to the increased tenor of the moaning
from his submissive cocksucker.

	As for 116, he was beginning to realize that as Martin stimulated
his nipples, even with pain, it continued to turn him on more and more.
This bastard was using his throat like a cunt, and 116 was coming to
understand that he liked it.  He wasn't being forced to be a sex toy right
now, he was finally, now trying to be just that, a compliant, submissive
sex toy for the pleasure of this Master.

	Martin was just beginning to feel that wonderful feeling you get,
just before you reach the point of no return.  He almost pulled out to make
the feeling last a little longer, but the combined sensations of a smooth
tongue, a delicious throat and a willing toy were simply to much for him.
He plunged in even deeper, until his pubic hair was tickling 116's lips,
and shot cord after cord of thick rich cum down the bitch's throat.  Martin
groaned with pleasure, and, only a little surprisingly, so did 116.

	Trainer stepped away from the monitor where he had been watching
the proceedings with some interest.  He would have to talk to Martin about
making sure he followed his evening plan a little better, but he couldn't
help but be pleased at the progress of 116.  In such a remarkably short
time, this slave was almost ready.  He knew the Doctor would be pleased as
well.  Just before stepping out of the security surveillance room, Trainer
noticed with approval that Martin was already securing a rope around 116's
balls and running it over a metal bar above and to the side of the bed.  He
knew that Martin would soon be fucking 116 while pulling on the rope,
stretching 116's balls mercilessly, but also enjoying the contraction in
the slave's cunt that occured each time he pulled on the rope.  Trainer had
taught each of the Bosses that technique, and each of them continued to
enjoy it, much to the pain of the slaves.

	As Trainer decided it was time to retire to his own quarters for
the evening he passed through the main cell block and walked up to 99's
cell.  99 responded immediately by presenting himself in good Presentation
Mode at the edge of the cell in front of Trainer.  Trainer opened 99's cell
and told the slave to get on all fours and start crawling to Trainer's
quarters.  It had been awhile since 99 had spent the evening with Trainer,
with all the recent activity in the compound.  99 knew he was in for a hard
night, but he also knew there was nothing he could do about it as he sank
down on all fours and began to crawl just in front of Trainer, leading him
to his night's pleasures.

	However, as usual for Trainer, though he might get some pleasure
out of the evening, he had a specific goal in mind, and 99 was part of it.
Trainer knew that a somewhat special buyer would be visiting the compound
the next day, and the buyer had expressed an interest in the portfolio of
99.  This was a little surprising to Trainer as 99 had been at the compound
almost eight months, too long a time in Trainer's opinion, and this buyer
had been aware of 99 for all that period.  Trainer wondered what had
changed in the buyer's circumstances that would now make him interested in
this slave, but his real goal for the evening was to impress on 99, by
whatever painful means necessary, how important it was to please this buyer
and impress upon him the slave's willingness to be a sex toy.

	To make sure that he would have the slave's undivided attention,
and that this was serious, Trainer took careful aim and kicked 99 several
times squarely in his deeply hanging ball sac.  Each time 99 almost doubled
over in pain, only to be yelled at and told to keep crawling.  99's guts
were coming apart inside, but he knew better than to stop.  He was, after
all, heading to Trainer's quarters, and that was still better than being
taken to The Room, or at least it had been in the past.  For his part,
Trainer wanted 99 alert and scared.  As his shoe made contact with 99's
balls again, he grinned a little at the cry of pain and knew he was solidly
there on both counts.  99 was about to get a wake up call.




				Part Three


	When the Buyer, known only as BC1 to everyone but the Doctor,
entered the cell block, a chill came into the room with him.  Unlike the
other buyers who had made their billions almost exclusively with their
brains, this man had also used the sheer strength of his body.  He'd been a
captain of a merchant ship when by chance the daughter of the owner of the
fleet took notice of him.  As they came together as a couple, most were
surprised that this man's intellect matched his physical strength, and the
combination had proven invaluable to the declining fortunes of a family
grown soft on its excess.  Within a decade of the marriage he was the owner
of one of the largest fleets of merchant ships in the world.

	If he had a failing it was that he indulged his wife in almost
everything.  From the moment he first met her he was madly in love with
her.  They had one child, a son who took after his mother's small frame and
slight build.  She proved to be over protective with the boy, keeping him
sheltered from the harder realities of the world, and even that, the man
allowed her.  However, two years ago she was stricken with an illness
contracted during a trip abroad, and her weaker constitution was simply
unable to overcome the disease.  For a year the man had done little but
mourn the death of the person he had cherished.

	But it wasn't a man in mourning that strode into the cell block, it
was a man on a mission.  He had taken it upon himself to make his son into
the man he would need to be to handle the business that would one day be
his.  The soft days for the boy were over, but the man knew better than to
be too hard.  He hadn't gotten where he was by being stupid, and he was
being as creative and constructive as he could be in bringing about the
desired change in his son.

	The boy stood about 5' 6" or 7", and weighed about ninety pounds.
He'd be 16 in a week, and as part of his plan to build his self confidence
and plain grit, his father had decided the boy would have a slave to
exercise his will over.  The reason he had mentioned to the Doctor that he
was interested in 99 was because he was one of the smaller slaves in the
compound.  He was still much stronger and larger than the boy, and that was
okay, to a point.  After all, the man wanted his son to feel the power of
exercising his will over someone physically larger than him, but he didn't
want the slave to be as big as many of the ones present.  For this buyer's
needs 99 might prove to be a good compromise.

	"Dad, I'm not sure I understand," the boy was saying to his father,
"these men are what?"

	"They are slaves son, I think its time you began to understand some
of the more basic realities in our world.  One of the major ones being,
money is power, and power, to be any fun at all, has to be real.  It
doesn't get anymore real than this son, I'm going to buy one of these men
to be your slave.  You can do anything you want to or with him.  He will
never say no to you, and you can begin to FEEL what real power is like.
It's important that you come to understand its exercise and subtleties.

	"You mean he'll be mine like a dog or a horse, completely mine?"

	"That's what I mean son.  You'll have the assistance of our trainer
because, as you'll come to find out, I already have two other slaves that
I've purchased from here, but I wanted this one to be all yours, no
hand-me-downs," he chuckled.  "You're getting to an age that you're
beginning to feel like a young man, with urges and feelings that I want you
to feel free to explore.  A good slave is excellent for that.  I know
you've discovered the joys of masturbation," and the boy began to blush a
bit, "but believe me, you'll never bother with anything so mundane with one
of these hunks to service you, and service you anyway you can imagine."

	The boy looked around the room with new eyes, more intense, more
curious.  However, the slaves in the room found this to be even more
humiliating than when the other buyers came.  They may have been pudgy,
middle aged men, but at least they were men, not boys.  This was a boy, and
he was about to become the Master of one of them.  They would be groveling
and servicing A BOY!

	All the slaves may have been feeling the humiliation of their
situation, but 99 knew that he was likely to be that slave serving this
child.  His ass was still sore from the fucking Trainer gave him last
night, but it was nothing compared to his tits and his balls.  Trainer had
worked on both overtime.  99 was still semi-erect just from the air
touching his raw and tender nipples, and his balls were still throbing from
the effect of the clamps Trainer used.  All of it to make him more
"interesting and pliable" for the prospective buyer, only now here was the
buyer, and it was a BOY!

	However, Trainer had been clear with 99.  If for some reason this
Buyer chose another slave, the Doctor was going to cut his losses on 99 and
sell him to an Indonesian brothel.  Eight months of taking the trainer's
time and eating the Doctor's food was enough.  There were better prospects
out there that could use the space of 99's cell.  99 wanted to weep, but he
knew what he had to do.  He had to get this BOY to choose him.

	Now that the initial shock was beginning to wear off for the boy,
he found himself looking at the slaves around the room in earnest.  He
asked Trainer, "Instead of being on their knees, could I see them all
standing?"

	"Of course Sir," responded Trainer promptly, then he asked, "Would
you prefer all of them to be standing at the same time, or would you like
to have them stand individually as you inspect them?"

	"Inspect them," the boy asked with a somewhat puzzled look on his
face?

	"Yes Sir, please feel free to touch them, handle them, slap them,
in fact you can do pretty much anything you like to any of them, as long as
it doesn't damage them.  And of course, once you buy one, you can even do
that," Trainer chuckled.

	The boy looked to his dad for verification of this remarkable news,
and his father nodded to him, "Go ahead son, enjoy yourself.  Very shortly
one of these slaves will be yours to do with as you wish.  Check out any
that are interesting to you, then we'll discuss which one you've decided
on.  Mr. Trainer, would you be kind enough to assist my son in his
inspections?"

	"I would be delighted to help him Sir," Trainer said as he turned
his full attention on the boy.  "Not all of these slaves are at the same
level of training, but rest assured, before you receive delivery any of
these slaves will be fully trained and modified to your specifications."

	"Modified," the boy asked?

	"Yes Sir," replied Trainer.  "For instance, let's say you decided
on this one," he said as he pointed to 103.  "Stand and Present!" he barked
at the beautiful young hispanic slave, and he shot up, squared his
shoulders back, spread his legs and placed his hands behind his neck.  The
boy realized that this position exposed everything about the slave.

	"You may decide that you like the slave, but you don't like the
fact that it's uncircumcised," Trainer stated as he calmly took hold of
103's expanding cock.  "You simply let us know your wishes, and when the
slave is delivered it will be cut to your specifications.  The simple fact
is Sir, you will control everything about your slave's
life.......everything," he firmly said as he looked hard into the young
man's eyes.

	The boy felt a sudden stirring in his crotch as he heard Trainer
say that, and watched him pull back the foreskin of 103's cock.  "It may
also be that you would prefer your slave to be castrated, so these would
simply be removed," Trainer continued explaining as he took hold of 103's
balls and squeezed them.  103 moaned a little, but the boy noticed he made
no move toward Mr. Trainer at all.  He simply stood there and took the
abusive treatment.  He felt himself getting a little more excited.  It
surprised and intriqued him at the same time.

	The boy moved and stood in front of 112.  "Stand and Present!" he
barked just as Trainer had said, and 112 stood up immediately and assumed
the position that 103 was holding.  The abruptness and firmness of the
boy's manner surprised his father, then a little smile came across his face
as he realized this just might be what his son needed to start feeling his
own power.

	Even at 6', 112 seemed to tower over the boy, and the boy felt the
presence a bit, but held his ground.  He reached out and took hold of
another man's penis for the first time in his life, and that man did
nothing to stop him.  He found himself enjoying fondling him a little, and
quickly saw a response as 112 began to get hard.  Unknown to the boy, all
the slaves had been given little white pills before the guests arrived, and
now all of them were feeling the effects.

	"What if I liked this slave, but didn't like all the hair on his
chest," the boy asked.

	The Doctor who had been observing most of the proceedings with some
interest responded smoothly, "We would take care of that for you young man.
We could shave it off, then he could be maintained that way by your
trainer, or we could remove it permanently with the application of
chemicals.  Those kind of details are really easy for us to handle for you,
and we will be delighted to take care of it."

	The boy let go of 112's cock in order to take hold of his ball sac.
Then to almost everyone's surprise 112 began to moan as the boy started
applying significant pressure to his balls.  Trainer was the one not
surprised by the actions of the boy.  He realized that the boy was
following his lead, and he liked that.

	"One of the things you might consider Sir," Trainer said to the
boy, "after you've selected your slave, is joining me for a day or two here
at the compound for a little personal training on the treatment and
enjoyment of slaves."

	The boy looked up to his Dad like someone had just suggested a
preview of Christmas gifts.  "Could I do that Dad," he asked?

	"I think that sounds like an excellent suggestion the father
responded, truly delighted with the way things were progressing.

	The boy let go of 112's balls and began moving around the circle of
slaves.  As he would come to one, he would order it to 'Stand and Present',
then would look at the beautiful man before him.  When he did this with 99
he was pleased that 99 was only about an inch taller than him.  He was
still very well developed and much more muscular than he was, but he didn't
tower over him, and the boy liked that.  He also liked 99's blue eyes.  The
whole effect reminded him of a Calvin Kline model.  The look the boy had
always secretly wanted for himself, but doubted he would obtain.  However,
now he could literally own and control that look. It would be almost like
having it himself.  He found himself turned on by 99.

	Trainer could see the interest and decided to work on the sale a
little.  "One of the control techniques I'll help you learn is to control
your slave through the use of its tits.  Here, let me show you," Trainer
said as he reached up and took hold of one of 99's hyper sensitive nipples.
99 almost cried out in pain as Trainer began to rub his left tit between
his fingers.

	"Once you've sensitized a slave's nipples, it really takes very
little pressure to have its complete attention.  This slave's nipples have
been sensitized like that, but of course there's always room for
improvement, and your own personal touch," Trainer said conspiratorially to
the boy, who smiled in response and took hold of 99's other nipple.  99,
who was in excruciating pain, began to moan softly as each of his nipples
were worked over.  He wanted to scream out and pull back from the pain, but
he knew he couldn't do that, so he simply moaned in agony and submitted.

	"Look, he's getting hard when we play with his tits," the boy said
with some surprise.

	"That's a programmed response," stated Trainer, "one of many we can
instill in the slave you select."

	The boy realized he was now completly interested in what was going
on, but he was still very self conscious about it.  All of this had come
about so quickly, and he was having to do everything in front of about 15
men.......well slaves and men, but still.

	Trainer sensed the boy's discomfort and gently suggested to him,
"If you would like to inspect any of the slaves in private, we have rooms
available for that.  I would be glad to show you to one of them.  Of
course," Trainer said looking at the father, "I'll be there to make sure
everything is okay."

	The boy again looked at his Dad, who indicated his approval of the
suggestion, and added, "Son just remember, you can do pretty much anything
you want to these things.  Mr. Trainer will tell you if you go too far, but
it's more likely he'll be telling you that you can go further if you want.
Enjoy yourself.  Things you'd never do with another guy, are perfectly
alright with a slave.  That's what slaves are for.  Okay?" he said putting
his hand on his son's shoulder.

	"Okay Dad, and thanks," the young man responded with a smile to his
father.  "One thing though, is there a restroom I could use before we go to
the room, I gotta take a leak."

	"If you can hold off till we get there, there'll be one you can use
in the room," Trainer said, giving the father a knowing look, and both men
smiling at what the boy was about to discover.

	"Great," said the boy, "then I'd like to take this one, pointing to
99, and that one, pointing to 107.  If that's okay."

	"Perfectly okay," Trainer said, "are you sure that's all you want
to inspect," he continued as he noticed that the boy had selected the two
shortest slaves in the compound.  Interesting, he thought, his father knew
the boy fairly well.

	"I think so, if I change my mind can I inspect another later?"

	"No problem Sir," Trainer smiled and rested his hand on the young
man's shoulder, while giving instructions to 99 and 107 to get to the room
and Present Standing.

	As Trainer and the boy came into the room, the young man saw the
bathroom off to the side and started moving toward it.  "Actually, I'd like
to show you another delight of a slave," Trainer said as he snapped his
fingers at the two slaves and said firmly, "Toilet!"  99 was closest to the
boy so he fell to his knees in front of him, as 107 went to his knees
before Trainer.  Trainer unzipped and pulled out his cock and rested its
head on 107's tongue which was just covering his lower lip.  "You'll find
that having a slave means a lot fewer trips to the bathroom.  In fact,
unless I misjudge the situation, you'll never have to get out of bed during
the night to take a piss again," he said with a smile as his flow of piss
began to shoot into 107's waiting mouth.

	The boy was shocked and delighted.  He'd never imagined such a
thing, but as soon as he saw Trainer pissing in that slave's mouth, he knew
he wanted to do it as well.  He pulled down his zipper, and rested his cock
on 99's velvety tongue which extended just over his lower lip, just the way
Trainer had done it.  It felt really strange at first, and he wasn't sure
he'd be able to release his piss, but he needed to go pretty badly, and
nature began to take its course.  In no time he was enjoying watching his
piss fill the swallowling mouth of this slave on his knees.  It felt
great........really great, and his huge smile was evidence to Trainer that
the boy was beginning to really enjoy himself and let go a bit.

	"You need to start realizing that a slave exists for his Master's
pleasure......nothing else.  These slaves are trained to be obedient and
submissive, and to have only one concern, their Master's pleasure.  Start
imagining what you'd like to feel, to experience, to see, because it's all
yours now.  Whatever fantasies you had, can now become realities, and
whenever you want to really feel power, simply use your slave to achieve
that goal," Trainer said as he zipped himself up again and opened a cabinet
near the bed with a wide assortment of toys and devices.

	The boy looked into the cabinet with wonder.  He had no idea what
half the stuff there was used for, but all of a sudden he felt the desire
to learn, to experience the feeling of power again that he'd just had
pissing into that slave's mouth.  He liked it, he liked it a lot.

	"But I don't really know what a lot of this is for," he said as he
began to pick up some of the equipment from the cabinet.

	"Don't worry about any of that.  There are people who can train
you, and you'll pick up a lot on your own.  I'll help you, and your
father's trainer will be glad to help.  I know him and he's a good man when
it comes to enjoying slaves."

	"Pick a fantasy son, something you'd like to do or see," said
Trainer.

	The boy continued to look at and handle some of the stuff in the
cabinet.  "Well," he said slowly, "I've never seen a man fuck another man,
I mean really fuck him hard.  Could...........?"

	"That's simple enough to arrange," Trainer said a bit
conspiratorily as he patted the young man on the back, and smiled to
himself.  "Which one would you like to see fuck the other," he said as he
turned and looked harshly at the two slaves, still on their knees?

	"I'd like to see that one, pointing at 107, fuck Calvin," the boy
said.

	"Calvin," Trainer asked with a look of curiosity on his face?

	"That one," the boy said, pointing to 99.

	Trainer just smiled to himself, knowing that the boy was already
becoming attached in some way to 99.  "No problem," he said, as he thought
to himself, "Calvin......where in the world did that come from," and
chuckled softly.

	Trainer led the boy to an upholstered chair then moved to the
slaves and gave them instructions.  99 and 107 moved quickly to comply with
their orders knowing there was nothing they could do about being made to
perform like trained animals for the pleasure of this kid.  99 brought a
piece of equipment and set it in front of the kid, and asked with great
deference, "Master, is this where you wish to see this slave getting
fucked?"

	"That'll do fine," the boy said.

	While Trainer took his position to the side of the boy's chair, 107
secured 99's ankles to the base of the mounting horse with the velcro
straps that were there.  99 then bent over the horse and grabbed onto one
of the bars that ran underneath parallel to the upper part.  Holding his
arms straight put his back parallel to the floor, which put 99 into a
beautiful position to be fucked, and to be watched being fucked.  His legs
were spread exposing his lubricated cunt, the position favorably showed of
his musculature and provided a good place for 107 to grab onto while he
fucked 99, whose face was now looking straight ahead of him.

	The boy was hard as a rock looking at this scene.  His imagination
was going crazy.  Two hours ago he didn't even know this world existed, and
now, not only was he becoming a part of it, he was going to be able to
choose his first slave.  He smiled a little to himself as he realized he'd
just said, "first," in his mind.

	107 walked to the front of 99 and stuck his hard cock in 99's mouth
to get it lubricated for the fucking.  99, like all the slaves, had already
been lubricated for use during the showing, but he knew it would help if he
got 107's cock thoroughly wet.  Besides he also wanted to show the boy his
sucking skills.  He may have mixed feelings about all of this, and feel a
certain amount of humiliation about serving a CHILD, damn!, he thought, but
he also knew that his life could well depend on that child choosing him.

	With his cock nice and wet, 107 strode to the other side of horse
and stepped between 99's outstretched legs.  He slapped the ass checks a
couple of times for effect, then drove his cock deep inside 99, who let out
a low sustained groan, willing himself not to scream from the pain of the
sudden invasion.  As for the boy, he almost shot his wad right there in his
pants.  His mouth and his eyes were wide open.......man!.......what a show.
He knew HBO would never be enough again!

	107 found a steady, firm rhythm of pulling his cock almost
completely out of 99's cunt, then driving it back in till the few pubes the
Doctor had decided he could keep were pressed hard against 99's ass cheeks.
107 rarely got to fuck the other Anglo slaves.  He guessed it was a bit of
racism on the part of most of the Bosses.  It was usually the Anglos that
got to fuck him and 103, or one of the twins, and the simple fact was, 107
loved to fuck.  This was a golden opportunity that had come his way, and
even if it was for the pleasure of that little wimp, it was okay with him.
If the boy wanted to see guys fuck, and he could be the one doing the
fucking, then so much the better, he'd give the kid a good show.

	And that's exactly what the boy was getting, a show.  He wasn't
even trying to hide his erection anymore, it all just felt too good as he
rubbed himself through his jeans.

	"Might not want to get too excited young man," Trainer said
casually to the boy, "just think how much fun it would be to feed that load
you're working on to Calvin."

	"Yeah!" the boy thought to himself and slowed his ministrations to
his aching cock.  "Can he fuck him harder," the boy asked as he continued
to be mesmerized by the show?

	"Harder slave," Trainer firmly growled, "I want to hear that bitch
screaming while you fuck him."  And 107 redoubled his efforts and began
banging into 99's ass so hard the horse began to inch across the floor.
For his part, 99 understood that he now had permission to cry out, so he
did, screaming from the pain while begging 107 to shoot his load up his
cunt.

	All this went on for another twenty minutes or so, when Trainer
commanded 107 to shoot his load into the bitch.  107 had known that if he
shot before he'd been given permission the consequences would have been
severe.  He'd been told to fuck 99, he hadn't been told to cum in him.
Well trained slaves understood the subtle difference, and one of the points
here was that they were both well trained slaves.  107 had been getting
worried because his cock could only take so much, and he'd been fighting
off cumming for the past few minutes.  Now he released his load as he
yelled, "THANK YOU, MASTER..........THANK YOU, MASTER........THANK YOU,
MASTER."  With each cry a thick milky rope of his cum was propelled deep
into 99's cunt.  After several more "thank you's," 107 collapsed onto 99's
back.  Normally he would never have done that, as a slave seldom gets to
demonstrate that much pleasure, but he risked that the boy would enjoy it,
and it felt good........damn good, to let go for a moment.

	Trainer smiled a little to himself, thinking, "107 will need to be
disciplined for that bit of independence, but not too hard," because he had
to agree the effect was remarkable on the boy.  He's just seen his first
live sex show.  Trainer suspected there'd be many more, but there was only
one "first."

	"Present Kneeling," Trainer barked, and the two slaves jumped to
respond.  107 pulled his cock out and bent to release 99's ankles.  In less
than a minute both slaves were in presentation mode on their knees in front
of the young man.

	The boy noticed that 107's cock was still wet and dripping cum.
"Calvin, get your mouth on 107's cock and clean him up," the boy said.

	99 looked confused, not knowing who Calvin was, maybe someone else
had entered the room behind them.  However, Trainer stepped over to 99,
slapped him viciously across the face and barked, "Not only has your new
Master selected a name for you bitch, but he also gave you a command, and
you have exactly two seconds to respond to it.  99, Calvin, dropped further
to the floor to get 107's cock in his mouth and began to lavish attention
on it.  In no time 107's cock was sucked clean and left only lightly damp,
as Calvin resumed his position.

	"Do we need to have the other one here," the boy asked as he looked
at Calvin?

	"Not at all Sir," Trainer responded signalling one of the Bosses to
come by the room and pick up 107.  107 moved to the door and knelt to wait
for the Boss.  He was relieved that he wasn't going to spend the next years
of his life serving this little twit.  He felt sorry for 99, but there was
nothing he could do about any of it.

	As the young man looked at the beautiful slave kneeling in front of
him, he could feel his cock getting even harder, and that surprised him, as
he didn't think he could have gotten any harder.  The slave was truly
beautiful.  He'd be considered a real hunk at any pool party, and those
beautiful blue eyes captivated the boy.  He marvelled that this strong
powerful man would do anything he told him to, and just to prove that
point, he ordered him, "Crawl over here, take off my socks and shoes, pull
off my pants, start by licking my feet clean and work your way up.  Don't
stop until my cum is soaking around your tongue.  Now Calvin!"

	Calvin moved in response to his instructions.  As he took off the
kids clothes he saw for the first time that the kid was a scrawny little
boy with hardly any muscle lifting his skin off his bones.  This was the
body he'd been trained to worship.  His face actually flushed a bit from
the humiliation of servicing this skinny little kid.  Sixteen in a week, he
looked like he was twelve.

	It was a good thing that the kid couldn't read any of this in
Calvin's actions.  It would have caused the growing bit of self confidence
that he was experiencing to vanish.  As Calvin licked his way up the boy's
shins and thighs, he could see the kid's pathetic cock.  It was probably
five inches at the most and about the thickness of 99's thumb, but he knew
better than to respond negatively.  As he let the cock slip into his mouth
he used his tongue to give it as much stimulation as he could, swirling it
around the glan at the base of the head, and getting a reaction from the
kid.

	The boy had never felt anything like it, and the fact that all of
this was being done by a strapping hunk, groveling on his knees between his
legs was almost enough to make the kid shoot right there.  However, he also
didn't want it to stop, it was just too wonderful, but the physics of a
healthy sixteen year old male were working against him.  The kid shot his
load, which surprised 99 in its goodly amount and pleasant taste.
"MMMMMM," 99 thought, maybe this won't be so bad.

	The boy slowly let go of Calvin's head, that he had pressed into
his crotch as he shot his load, and 99 sat back on his knees in a modified
presentation mode, opening his mouth to show his Master his cum soaking
there.

	"Close your mouth Calvin," the boy said flatly, and as the slave
responded he was surprised when the kid slapped him hard across the face.
99 was confused, but knew not to respond except to get into position for
another slap if his Master chose to hit him again.

	"Whenever you eat my cum, as soon as it's in your mouth, you will
start thanking me for the gift of my cum.  Now thank me Calvin!"

	"Master, your cum is delicious, thank you for allowing this slave
the opportunity to taste it, to eat it.  Thank you, Master, and please
Master, please, allow this slave the privilege of eating your cum again,"
99 said with great deference to his new young Master.  This would be his
world, his life, groveling for this boy.

	"Swallow the cum Calvin, and get in presentation, standing," the
boy said.

	Trainer had been surprised several times now by this mousey kid.
Just about the time he was ready to write him off as a skinny little brat,
he'd go and do something like slapping the shit out of 99.  It wasn't so
much that it was gutsy, because the kid was at no risk, but he doubted this
kid had ever done anything like that before, and here he was, slapping a
grown man, a slave, but still from the kid's perspective, a grown man.
Trainer was beginning to like this little kid with the heart of a dominant
beating in there somewhere.

		****************

	In the Doctor's office the boy's father was looking at the monitor.
They had seen everything since Trainer and the boy entered the room.  While
the boy had been watching his first sex show, the Doctor and Buyer BC1 had
been negotiating, but it was all still dependent on how the buyer thought
his son was reacting to all of this.

	"We've only been here a few hours, and I've never seen my son in
this light.  Right now he's acting like more of a man than I've ever seen
before, and I'm just thunderstruck.  I was hoping this would be the
catalyst to help him mature, but I never imagined a response like this,"
the buyer said.

	However, it was when the father saw his son slap the slave and tell
him to thank him for getting to eat his cum, that the father turned and
looked at the Doctor and said, "Sold, 850,000, with simple modifications
requested by my son, and a few days for the boy with Trainer."

	"Agreed," the Doctor said as they turned back to the monitor to
watch the slave swallow the boy's cum.

		******************

	As 99 finished moving into presentation mode, the boy was saying to
Trainer, "I'm going to take a few days and think about what I'd like to
have done to him, but two things for sure.  First, when it's just the two
of us I want to be the only one with pubic hair. I'm not an idiot, I know
he's bigger and more mature than I am, but I'll be the only one with pubic
hair.  I don't want him to have any, ever.  I want it removed from his
crotch and from under his arms.  The Doctor said you could do that, right?"

	"No problem at all Sir.  We'll do it chemically so he'll never have
hair there again.  In fact, if I may suggest, would you consider simply
removing all of his body hair except for his eyebrows and the top of his
head.  Take it off his arms and his legs, everywhere.  Why not make him the
perpetual boy, while you will continue to grow and mature into manhood?"

	"I like that idea," the boy responded as 99 realized the process of
permanently altering his body to this boy's whims was getting under way.
No pubic hair again.......ever.  He wanted to say something, to beg, to
intervene on his own behalf in some way, but knew that he dared not.  As
Trainer spoke, almost jovially with the boy, he would look up with severity
at 99, warning him with his eyes to keep his mouth shut.

	"The other thing is a tattoo.  Can you do that as well?"

	"Anything you want," Trainer said, truly curious as to what the kid
was thinking about.

	"I don't know what's it's called, but I saw one on a guy once.  It
was a bunch of little lines like a price bar code on a package at the
store.  As the boy looked straight into 99's eyes he said, "I want you to
put one about three inches high across the back of his neck in bold black
ink.  I want him to understand and never forget that he's a piece of
property, bought and paid for.  I want him to have that price bar on the
back of his neck to always show that," the boy finished, looking hard at
his new slave, "and I was wondering, can you put a tattoo on someone's
dick?"

	As 99 looked into the eyes of this boy, he began to realize the
extent of his new reality.  This boy would make all the decisions
concerning 99's life from now on.  Even his name, which apparently was now
"Calvin."  Everything else, what he would or wouldn't wear, what and when
he would eat or drink, when he would sleep, when he would work out, when or
if he would be allowed to cum, all of that was now in the hands of this boy
who was looking fiercely into his eyes, and now apparently, whether he
would have a price bar code on his dick like a package of condoms from the
store.  Calvin felt the tears of humiliation and defeat begin to well up,
and as his Master stared hard at him, he began to slowly lower his head in
submission.  This boy was now the focus of his life, and his life was a
plaything for this boy.

	"Well," Trainer was responding, "the simple truth is we can put a
tat anywhere you want.  We can put one on his tongue so he can taste this
new reality, if that's your desire."

	Calvin heard this as if it was something happening in the next
room.  It was his dick, his tongue, but it was not his decision, and so he
waited for his Master's pleasure.

	"His tongue, really!?" the boy responded with some surprise, and
laughed a bit.  "Maybe later, but for now will you have the artist put
another bar code on the top of his dick.  I'd like for it to show
differently when he's hard from when he's soft, and that way whenever he
looks at his dick again he'll know he's my property, to do with as I
please", the boy said as he looked at this beautiful man that now belonged
to him.  "Do you think they can do that?"

	"No problem at all," Trainer said as he smiled to himself and
thought, "Yeah, I'm definitely beginning to like this kid."




				Part Four


	There were tears rolling down XX's face.  Some of them were even
finding their way into his mouth through the O-Ring gag that was frimly
lodged there.  He'd already been broken by Trainer before this session, but
now it was 105, Rex, who was working him.  As his Master's Alpha, Dos knew
that Rex would be in charge of him often, use him often, train him often.
However, as Dos was discovering, knowing a thing and accepting a thing were
two different realities.  It was one thing for Trainer to use him, Trainer
had always been in a position of authority over him.  It was hard, but
expected when Williams used him, afterall, Williams was a Boss like he had
once been, and he had no history with Williams.  But it was something else
entirely with 105, or Rex, or Alpha, or whatever the fuck he was suppose to
call him.  This bastard was a slave that he'd help break and train.  He'd
fucked him so many times he couldn't count them.  And now, this God damn
rag head was training him!!!  This was too much........it was just too God
damn much, and there was NOTHING........FUCKING NOTHING he could do about
it.  The frustration had been building and building in Dos, and as he
realized that there truly was NOTHING he could do about it, all that was
left to him were tears.

	Of course, if he was hoping for sympathy from the Alpha in front of
him, he would find grindingly bitter disappoint there as well.  Rex, as he
now thought of himself since his Master had named him, was determined to
please his Master and provide him with the kind of slaves he truly desired.
If he had to fuck and beat into that kind of submission this slave in front
of him, so much the better.  That sacrifice he was prepared to make again,
and again.  He smiled grimly to himself.

	"You know our Master wants his slaves to be able to grovel and beg
him to fuck us.  I also know that you have some prior knowledge of what
that should look like and the kind of behavior our Master expects because
we've both worked with this before."  Rex was careful in his wording
because Williams was across the room, and Trainer had told him there was to
be no mention of XX's previous status as a Boss in front of Williams.  All
of that would be revealed to Williams at the appropriate time, Trainer had
said.

	"You know the starting position slave, get into it now!" Rex
ordered.

	Dos knew the position, hell, he's the one that made it up to teach
to this bastard simply to humilate him.  Getting into it now, not for his
Master, but for this piece of shit was the most humiliating thing he'd ever
done.  His tear stained face flushed red with anger and humiliation as he
actually thought about what the consequences might be if he simply resisted
this cunt.  Wouldn't his Master be forced to remove him as Alpha if he
couldn't handle or control the other slaves.  That thought was running
through XX's mind when all of a sudden he jerked and screamed in pain.  He
clutched at his groin, but it did no good.  His cock and balls were
enclosed in a special punishment chastity device.  He'd thought the only
pain was the discomfort, but this one had apparently been modified with an
electrical charge, and Alpha was standing there in front of him, smiling,
holding the remote device.

	"Now slave!" Rex again ordered, "or would you like to see just how
high this setting goes?  It's entirely up to you.  Personally, I hope you
prove to be stubborn and stupid, because I've been given some discretion on
how I'm allowed to motivate you, and frankly I'd enjoy exploring that for a
little while."

	Dos screamed and jumped again as Rex pressed the remote.  It was
useless to try to resist right now, it was only going to cause him more
pain, and they both knew that eventually, with enough pain, everyone
submits.  Why give the bastard the pleasure of being able to hurt him that
much?

	Dos slowly moved to the position he'd taught Alpha, resting on his
hip, leg and elbow while lifting his other leg into the air, nicely
exposing his cherry red cunt.

	"That's better slave," Alpha stated firmly, "now since it's going
to be hard to talk with that gag in your mouth, we'll learn to entice our
Master even when we can't speak.  Stick the tip of your tongue out of your
mouth just a bit and begin to flick it up and down.  Pretend our Master's
beautiful asshole is right there in front of you and you're teasing it with
your tongue.

	Dos began to move his tongue to the edge of the O-ring as Alpha
continued, "Now start enticing our Master to fuck you slave, wet your
fingers with that tongue and start finger fucking yourself.  Let me see you
enjoying the idea of our Master taking that worthless cunt and making it
something of value by using it for his pleasure."

	Alpha watched as this beautifully muscled man humilated himself in
front of him.  He saw the tears on XX's face, but was not moved.  He had
cried and begged not to be used so, and this monster had gleefully
proceeded to further humilate him and use him as his own personal sex toy.
Now the monster was being humilated and would be used as Alpha wanted, and
Alpha never noticed the change in himself.  That he too, given the
opportunity, was willing to use another for his sexual gratification, that
he too could become the monster, the vehicle of abuse.  That the only
difference between him and his owner right now was an accident of birth and
wealth.  That he was proving the Doctor right in so many ways in his belief
that all men had it in them, given the opportunity, to dominate and use
another man for their pleasure.

	Dos screamed out again as his cock cage fried his cock and balls.
He instinctively lost his position and grabbed his crotch, but to no avail
as the fire continued to torture his most sensitive and vulnerable area.
With the gag in his mouth his words were garbled as he begged Alpha to
stop, but he could see in Alpha's eyes his enjoyment of the pain he was
inflicting.  There would be no mercy today he realized as he rolled on the
floor in agony.

	Finally the pain began to diminish, and Dos could hear some of the
words coming from Alpha's mouth that had been smothered in his
screams............"get back into your position, slave," Alpha again barked
at Dos.  "A slave doesn't leave the position he has been put in until given
permission, and you were never given such permission.  Just because our
Master may choose to enjoy watching you burn a bit, that doesn't give you
permission to forget your training.  Now back into position.......continue
fingering that cunt you carry around for our Master's pleasure, and show me
how much you want to lick his ass."

	As Dos struggled to comply with the commands, getting into position
more quickly than Alpha had expected, Alpha moved closer to him, reached
down and removed the part of the cock cage that XX's cock was encased in.
The part that ringed the balls was still ominously left in place, but Dos
was glad to have at least part of it off.  That is until he saw what Alpha
was doing.

	Alpha squeezed a bit of the muscle relaxant that was designed to
relieve sore muscles with its deep penetrating heat, and as Dos once again
began finger fucking himself and flicking his tongue beyond the O-ring,
Alpha reached down and began massaging XX's generous uncut cock.  He was
careful to roll back the forskin and work a good amount around the base of
the gland.

	The cool gel, the tender massaging motion of Alpha's hand, all
combined to begin to stimulate an almost always sexually frustrated Dos.
Alpha had already told him as part of his punishment for his behavior in
front of their Master the other day, he would not be allowed to cum for
awhile.  Dos thought that maybe he had relented as Alpha, almost lovingly
pleasured his cock now, but the pleasure was short lived as Dos' moans of
pleasure began to turn to groans of pain, as the gel began to soak into
Dos' soft skin and ignite his cock.  The groans soon became screams of pain
as Alpha continued to stroke Dos' cock, which, much to Dos' frustration,
continued to harden, until it was straining at its full 7.5 inches.  As
spit and mucous began to leak from Dos' nose and mouth, and tears continued
to wash it all down his face, his screams reached a new pitch.  However,
what Alpha noticed was that Dos held his position.  He wasn't restrained,
and though Williams was there, ready to ignite his collar if necessary, Dos
made no move to attack or stop Alpha, and Alpha had to conceed, he was a
little impressed.  He hadn't thought Dos would be able to take this without
breaking position again, which both knew would have opened him to a
punishment session with Trainer.

	Dos was covered in sweat as he screamed and tried finger fucking
himself harder to distract himself from the incredible fire that was
broiling his cock.  He knew he had to get through this, to submit.  There
were simply no other options, with pain and more pain as the only
alternatives to obedience.  He knew this because he had helped use the same
techniques on others, and now he realized how diabolically affective they
were.  There were no other viable options to submission and obedience.  At
least through that the slave could hope that the tormentor would eventually
become a little bored and move on to something and preferably someone else.
All of this went through Dos' mind in a matter of seconds, but he realized
that as he was thinking about it, he wasn't as focused on the pain.  Maybe
that was a partial way out.......maybe he could..........

	Dos' head jerked as Alpha slapped him hard across the the face.

	"Pay attention to me slave," Alpha ordered, and now Dos had to work
to refocus on this little master and anything he might want.  "You're not
working your tongue right, it wouldn't entice anyone to let you lick their
ass.  Apparently you're not very good at imagining, you may function better
with the real thing," Alpha said as he straddled Dos and lowered his ass to
his waiting mouth.

	Dos was repelled by the prospect of licking this raghead's ass, but
as he started to move his head back a little, Alpha simply grabbed him and
pushed his face into his ass cheeks.  Alpha moved a little which allowed
Dos' tear streaked face to slip between his ass cheeks nicely so that his
tongue was quickly in contact with Alpha's waiting hole.

	"Now work that pathetic white tongue of yours and learn what a
pleasure and delight an Iranian ass can be," Alpha said as he chuckled a
little, and especially enjoyed the feeling of this tongue on his asshole.
"Get all around slave, and work it in a bit," he said as he reached down
and began to stroke Dos' inflamed dick, causing new streams of pain to flow
into Dos' consciousness.

	Williams looked on, fascinated with the dynamic and the tensions
that flowed between these two slaves.  He began to suspect that there was
some history here, but what that was he couldn't discern.  He felt himself
becoming aroused by 105's handling of XX and adjusted himself as his cock
began to grow.

	Since 105 was in a position to see Williams as Dos ate out his ass,
he decided to offer Williams a treat.  "Boss, Mr. Trainer said he wanted XX
to be fucked good before he was put down for the evening.  Would you like
for me to prepare him for you?"

	Williams was tempted, but he'd been fucking Dos pretty much ever
since he'd come on at the compound.  "No," he responded, "you go ahead and
enjoy yourself with him, Rex, and after you put him down for the evening, I
want you to mount yourself on the fucking horse over there.  I intend to
avail myself of your cunt this evening slave."

	And just like that, Alpha was reminded of what Trainer had stressed
to him again and again, "You are a slave, you will always be a
slave.........never forget that!"  Maybe he'd begun to forget just a little
today, so he found himself to be grateful for this blunt reminder of his
basic reality.  He really didn't want to be fucked by this guy, but what he
wanted wasn't now, nor would it ever be, relevant.  That was a good lesson
to be brought home again and again he realized as he responded, "Sure thing
Boss, I'll get myself all ready for you.  Are there any toys you would like
to use?"

	Williams, now feeling more dominant and definitly in control said
casually, "As a matter of fact, I've been wanting some experience using
those large anal balls in the cabinet, the ones connected with the cord.
Have those available, I might enjoy working with them a bit," he added with
a tone of cruelty in his voice.

	"Yes Sir, Boss," responded Alpha, already dreading what was to come
later.

	Dos would probably have enjoyed the brief exchange except he was
deep in his own private hell.  His cock felt like it was on fire, his ass
had three of his own fingers in it, trying to distract him from the pain in
his cock, and his tongue was sore from playing with this raghead's hole.
People seldom realized how tiring even a small repetitive act can be if it
goes on long enough, and this one was actually difficult, extending your
tongue beyond an O-ring.  It's not the same as simply sticking your tongue
out.  It seemed to Dos that he'd been licking and caressing this hole with
his tongue forever.

	"Finish up slave, I have a surprise for you before you're caged for
the night.  You've worked hard today, so you deserve a little treat."

	Dos could only guess this bastard's idea of a treat, but actually
he didn't have to wait that long to find out and what choice did he have
anyway.  This guy was now over him, and would be for the indefinite future.
Sure they were both slaves, but even there he understood there was a
pecking order, and he was on the bottom.  He cautiously began to "finish
up" by slowly lick a little less, and waiting to see if he was yelled at,
to pick up the pace.  Since there was no yell, he slowly began to withdraw
the fingers from his ass, now if only his cock would stop burning, but two
out of three was progress in this situation.  The fire wasn't gone by any
means, but it wasn't as intense as it was twenty minutes ago.

	As Alpha raised up off Dos' delicious tongue, he stepped to the
side of the room and rolled a fucking horse next to Dos.  As Alpha locked
the device in place, Dos realized that he was about to be fucked by this
slave that he hated, and there was nothing he could do about
it........NOTHING!!

	"Get up now cunt and get into position.  You need to learn to show
your desire for when our Master is getting ready to fuck you, so he'll know
how much you look forward to being used by him for his pleasure," Alpha
said.

	Dos lowered his head as tears continued to flow down his face, and
he moved slowly, getting up from the floor and moving in the direction of
the fucking horse.  As he got to his feet, Alpha slapped him hard across
his face, and Dos let out a garbled sound of pain.

	"Don't you ever look this dejected when our Master is getting ready
to fuck you.  He owns us, and may use us as he chooses.  It is our pleasure
and our privilege to provide our bodies for his enjoyment.  Even if you're
gagged like this, you can at least show your enthusiasm by moving sharply
into place.  Letting our Master know how anxious you are to participate in
his pleasure.  Now move appropriately you dog," Alpha stated.

	Dos moved more quickly, not wanting to be hit again.  He positioned
himself over the horse, just as 99 had done earlier when 107 was getting
ready to fuck him.  Alpha secured Dos' ankles to the outer base of the
device, then Dos grabbed hold of the lower bar, which positioned his body
for the inevitable.  He knew how all this worked.......God, he couldn't
even count the number of slaves he'd fucked in this very position.  Only
now he was the slave, he was the property that would learn to give pleasure
to a wealthy and powerful man.  He now understood.  There was no rescue
coming for him, no escape possible.  This system had been honed for years,
and it was a good one.  There was very little chance he would be anything,
other than a sex slave, for the rest of his life.

	WHACK!!

	Dos was brought back to the moment with an immediate and painful
reminder as Alpha used a broad leather paddle across Dos' ass cheeks.  "Our
Master likes to fuck a slave with a nice rosy cunt, so all his slaves will
need to get used to the process he enjoys using to get that rosy glow on
our cunts," Alpha said as he raised the paddle again and brought it down
with gusto on Dos' vulnerable
butt.......WHACK.........WHACK.........WHACK!!!  The paddle flew across
Dos' ass, and each time his ass was a little redder.  No one could
understand what he was screaming as Alpha continued the onslaught, but both
Alpha and Williams had a pretty good idea.

	Finally after about ten minutes of a constant and stinging barrage
of swats from the paddle, Alpha decided it was enough. Dos' ass was bright
red and Dos was screaming in pain.  Alpha had done an excellent job of
getting all of Dos' buttocks to glow from the spanking he'd received.  As
Dos continued to weep, almost uncontrollably, Alpha was pleased to note
that he had held his position of the fuck horse.  Dos hadn't released the
lower bar, in fact, his knuckles were white as his hands now seemed fused
in pain to that bar.  "Good," thought Alpha, "he's learning to hold
position no matter what."

	As Alpha moved to the back of Dos, he began rubbing that burnished
ass with one of his hands.  "I think our Master would approve of this ass,
cunt, now let's see if it would still give him a good fuck," he said as he
put a little lube on his raging cock, entirely for his own pleasure, and
drove himself full hilt into Dos' rosy muscular cunt.  He could feel the
muscles in those ass cheeks closing and attempting to protect the
vulnerable pink hole buried within, but all they accomplished in the futile
attempt was to give even more pleasure to Alpha's sword of flesh.  "You'll
become the sheath to my sword, not only today cunt, but often," he growled
as he began to thrust into the warm moist hole.

	Alpha would pull almost completely out of Dos' cunt, then thrust
back in until his balls slammed against Dos' velvety taint.  What a soft
warm shelter it promised Alpha's raging balls.  Alpha now knew it had been
Dos that he'd been brought to fuck on occassion.  He's suspected as much,
but he certainly preferred being able to see the strong back muscles
straining to accept his cock and all the pain he was causing with it.  With
each thrust, Dos groaned in a new agony, until Alpha was completely inside
the former redneck's most sacred shrine.  Again and again, Alpha continued
to thrust his cock, stabbing Dos with a vengence.

	Williams noticed that the little restraint that Alpha had
maintained with Dos, he was quickly losing.  He could see the force and the
enmity that Alpha brought to this fucking.  "I wouldn't want to be around
when these two finally have a go at each other," Williams thought to
himself, "these two would destroy everything around them as long as they
got the other at the same time."

	All of this went on for about fifteen minutes, then nature began to
take its course, and Alpha began to feel that familiar churning in his
groin that meant he was very close.  "It had been a good fuck," Alpha
thought, as he picked up the pace a bit causing Dos to realize that he was
about to unload his middle eastern seed in his American ass chute.  He knew
it wasn't actually burning, but Dos felt it was.........as bad as the cream
on his cock had burned........this ragheads spunk would be in him until he
was allowed to flush it out.  Then he knew he might be made to eat it, then
it would become a part of him.  He was dying with shame as Alpha was
reaching his climax.

	"Yes!  You red blooded American cunt!!  Take it all," Alpha shouted
as he felt himself explode inside this marvelous piece of ass.  "Take it
all, CUNT," he shouted again as cord after cord of jism lubricated this
bastards insides.  Finally, Alpha fell on top of Dos, using him as a
resting place, as Dos held his position.  Dos was determined to become the
best slave his owner had ever seen.  He would be the new Alpha, and this
raghead would be his.  He swore to God he would make it happen, as he felt
the most hated piece of shit in the world, rest on his back after fucking
the daylights out of him.  Dos closed his eyes, still feeling the now
shrinking cock inside him, leaking out more cum..........."I swear to God,
I'll make it happen," he thought again.

	"You're going to sleep with my cum inside you, cunt, and in the
morning we'll add it to your breakfast," Alpha whispered into Dos' ear.  He
could feel the muscles tensing on this big American as he responded to this
Iranian invasion, but he knew he was on safe ground with what he had done.
All of it had been done as training, and even Trainer would agree with
that.  "You're a stupid brute," Alpha continued to whisper so only Dos
could hear it, "sometimes for vengence to exist at all, it must be very
subtle.  There's a word you might look up sometime, if you're ever allowed
to read anything again that is," Alpha finished as he reached up and turned
Dos' face until they were almost facing each other, then spit into his
face.  "Dream tonight, cunt, with my seed deep inside you, dream of our
future together," Alpha harshly whispered, then he started getting off his
enemy.

	"Boss, if it pleases you I'll put Dos down for the evening, then I
can mount the fucking horse for you," Alpha said with a passive voice that
he really didn't feel.

	"Don't forget the anal balls slave," Williams responded forcefully.

	"No Boss, I won't forget," Alpha grimaced ad he untied Dos and took
him to his cage.  As for Dos, even though he would be put into the smaller
cage, something that had happened pretty consistently since Alpha moved in,
he would at least be out of the reach of this bastard for a little while.
He hoped Williams fucked the life out of him, and he knew Alpha was hating
the idea of Williams fucking him, which made it all the sweater.  While he
rested a bit in his cage, Dos hoped he'd be able to hear part of the rape.

	Alpha moved quickly, knowing if he took too much time it would only
anger Williams, and also wanting to get it all over with.  He didn't like
Williams, but then he hadn't particularly liked any of the
Bosses........"who would under the circumstances," he thought grimly to
himself.

	As Alpha looked in the cabinet, he took the next to largest set of
anal balls out.  He hoped these would be large enough to satisfy Williams
as five balls on the set ranged from the smallest at 1 1/2" in diameter, up
to 3 1/2".  The string was generally put in with the smallest ball first
working up to the largest, but some Bosses had been known to start with the
largest first, which made it extremely difficult for the slave.

	Alpha took his position on the fucking horse, letting the anal
balls hang around his neck.  Williams like the effect as he moved over to
his fuck for the night.

	"It's fun to watch you work with Dos some bitch, but sometimes I
suspect when you're punishing him for being below you on the pecking order,
you might forget that you're nothing but a slave yourself.  Anything being
done to Dos could be done to you by any Master who wanted to........like me
for instance," Williams said firmly as he swung the paddle and hit Alpha
squarely across his ass cheeks.........WHACK!!!!  WHACK!!!  WHACK!!!

	Alpha let out a sharp breath, then began to moan with the onslaught
from the paddle on his butt.  Within a few minutes, he was screaming as Dos
had been earlier, except without the gag it was easy to hear him begging
for mercy.  Seated gingerly on his sore ass in his cage in the next room,
Dos began to smile.

	After about ten minutes Alpha's ass was a bright red, and his face
was contorted in pain, but like Dos a little while earlier, he held his
position.  Trainer was pleased to see that on the monitor, and he began to
wonder if he'd under estimated Williams' ability so far.  When Williams
decided Alpha had had enough for now, he stopped the beating of the outside
of Alpha's ass and decided to move the pain inside.  He reached up and took
the string of anal balls from around Alpha's neck.  He put a bit of lube on
the first ball, the largest, then held it tightly against Alpha's waiting
hole.

	Alpha could feel the ball pressing against his sphincter, he
suspected it was the largest.  This was going to hurt like hell.

	"Ask me slave, ask me real nice for your little treat," Williams
chuckled, knowing that the begging was often the most degrading part for
the slave.  They couldn't stop a Master or a Boss from doing anything they
wanted, but to have to beg for something to be done to them before the Boss
would begin the torture, was even more dehumanizing.  "Beg me bitch."

	"Please Boss," Alpha started with little enthusiasm, "please fill
this slave's hole with the balls.  Please push them in so I can hold them
for you.  Fill this slave with them and show this slave your
power............AAAGGGGHHHHH!!!"

	Williams was pleased to see that the ball compressed very little
indeed.  It was the size of a small fist as it entered this slave, and the
sound of pain was making Williams hard.  The ball reached a point then the
slaves ass muscle simply closed around the ball, taking it in completely
and coming to rest against Williams' finger as it was still in Alpha's
hole.  "Go ahead bitch, you know what's expected.......you're an alpha
after all," Williams said as he began to push the cord leading from the
first ball to the second one into Alpha's waiting hole.

	"Thank you Boss, thank you for training me," Alpha said, but his
voice was high in pain.  The ball had really hurt going in, and Alpha knew
that was only half the journey for it, because it also had to come out.  At
some point Williams would pull the cord now being stuffed into his ass with
the ball, and it would make the same painful journey it had just made,
except it would be pulled out.  "Thank you for taking your time to teach
this slave to please it's Master.  Please Boss, could I have
another.......please," Alpha almost gasped as the pain in his ass muscle
continued to throb.

	The next ball was only half an inch smaller, and again Alpha cried
out as Williams pushed it firmly into his asshole.  For his sphincter to
stretch this far once was a miracle, now it was stretching almost that far
again, and complaining about it vehemently to Alpha's consciousness.  Alpha
almost lost his position from the pain.  For the first time he wished he
was tied to the horse, but Williams had deliberately not restricted Alpha
because he wanted to force him to hold his position.......even in great
pain, and that's certainly what Alpha was enduring.

	Alpha felt completely full with only two of the balls in him, and
he knew there were three more if Williams decided to use all of them.
"Thank you Boss, it's a good lesson for this slave," he said as tears
streamed down his face.  "Please, may I have another?"

	"I'm surprised a guy your size can even hold two of them, let alone
another," Williams said sarcastically, "but if you really want it, let's
see if we can get another one in there."  Once again, Williams began
pressing another ball against Alpha's tortured hole.  Only this time he
conveniently forgot to put any lubricant on it.  As Alpha felt the pressure
being applied to his hole he felt the ball seeming to hold on.  It wasn't
sliding as the other two had, then he knew what Williams was doing.

	"Please Boss, please, could you put even a little lube on the ball
to help it go in.........please!!"

	"Don't start whining to me bitch, there's already enough lube
around your cunt from the previous two balls.  All of them don't have to be
lubed, it's not suppose to be a complete pleasure for you..............,"
but the rest was lost in the scream that came out of Alpha's throat.  It
was deep, almost guttural sounding, as Alpha's arms began to fold a bit
under him.  He wanted to push himself back a bit to try and take the ball
in more quickly, but he was leveraged wrong on the horse to do that.  It
was designed to make the guy being fucked more passive and vulnerable,
giving all the control to the one fucking, or in this case........stuffing.

	Finally the third ball was in and Alpha's hole closed around it,
and the added pressure of Williams' finger pushing the cord inside his ass
chute was almost unbearable this time.  His gut actually felt distended
with the three balls inside him, but he knew now that Williams was going
all the way with this.  Somehow he would have to hold all five of these
balls even as he could feel his body tensing to push the invading objects
out.  He already felt like he had the worst stomach ache of his life and
needed to release his bowels, but he also knew that the objects were so
large it would be extremely painful to expell them that way.  It didn't
really matter, he knew he would have to hold them until Williams decided to
start pulling on the cord he was now pushing inside him.

	"Thank you Boss, it's beginning to feel real good for this slave.
It's really great of you to take this much time with this slave to get him
ready to serve his Master.  Please Boss, could I have another," Alpha was
almost groaning, but he knew what he had to say.

	"Don't think anything of it bitch, I'm glad to be of help to your
Master in training you to please him," Williams said as he put just a bit
of lube on the next ball.  This one was down to two inches in diameter and
in and of itself a size that Alpha had taken before, but he already had
three balls in his ass chute, and all of them larger than the one Williams
was now holding.  As Alpha felt the ball being pressed at his ass hole, he
felt his gut churn.  He didn't know how he was going to take this one, let
alone another.  He started begging Williams to show him some
mercy............"Please," he begged, but he was waisting his time.

	"Listen bitch, you're going to hold all five of these balls, and
you'll damn well hold them as long as I tell you.  Your Master will be very
disappointed to hear you couldn't do this simple little thing for him.
He's already stated that this is one of his favorite ways to play with a
slave, and you would deny your Master this little pleasure, you ungrateful
little bitch?"

	The fact that as Alpha suspected, his Master had never said
anything to Williams was irrelevant to what was happening to Alpha at this
point.  It's not like he could question Williams about it.  All he could do
was continue to submit to whatever Williams wanted to do to him.  Williams
was in charge of him right now, that made Williams his Master right now,
and if his Master wanted to torture him, there was nothing that he could do
about it.

	"Thank you Boss, for preparing me to serve my Master," Alpha said
through gritted teeth.

	Williams began to push the next to last ball firmly into this
bitch's cunt.  He was really enjoying himself, and he could hardly wait to
be working with the other Bosses training the slaves.  He would have a lot
of fun breaking the faggots.  He couldn't believe how stupid they must have
been to be enslaved like this.  It's a lot like natural selection he
decided, some of these faggots were just too dumb to be walking on the
streets, so they had to be gathered up and turned into something useful,
and the process of doing that was just plain fun he decided.

	"PLLLEEEAAASSSSEEEE," Alpha screamed as Williams drove the next
ball into his gut.  Williams noticed it was getting harder.  "Probably a
bit of a log jam," he laughed to himself.
"Please.......please........please........let this be enough," Alpha begged
as he realized that Williams was pushing in the cord leading to the next
ball.  His gut had never felt like this before, and he'd been filled with
water on several occassions by other Bosses, but that had felt different.
This was something much more solid filling his colon, pressing into him as
well as pressing against his asshole wanting to come out and relieve the
internal pressure, but with Williams there working to push more in, nothing
would be going out for awhile.

	Alpha was covered in sweat and was panting, trying to deal with the
pain.  It seemed one of the balls moved a little further into him which
sent new spasms of pain through his body.  He was almost incoherent, but
somehow he held his position.  Suddenly he had a new sensation that caused
him to groan.  Williams was fondling Alpha's ball sac, that was dangling
between his outstretched legs.  He was doing so pensively, but an idea was
forming that caused him to crack a fearsome grin.

	"Have you ever had these little babies stuck up your own cunt," he
cruelly asked the slave, "because I'm thinking after we get this last ball
inside that cunt of yours, there may be just enough room left for these
little jewels," he laughed.  "What do you think faggot?"

	"Please Boss, please, let me suck your cock dry, let me give you a
back rub while you squeeze those balls, let me make love to your beautiful
hole, let me do anything else that pleases you, but please, don't do that
to me.........please Boss," Alpha begged, "please."  He was getting
desperate, and he wasn't sure how much more Williams would do without
restraining him.  Williams was still new enough not to understand that
often slaves depended on the restraints their Master's used to hold them.
A slave could lean into and pull against restraints, he could exert force
in his body to help him absorb the force his Master used to torture that
same body.  Having to endure what Williams was doing to him by just bending
over and holding his position was stressing every aspect of his body and
obedience.  Yet he also knew that if he broke, the toll on him would be
terrible indeed, so he continued to beg Williams for the mercy he doubted
would come.

	In fact, Williams decided to get a little foretaste of what it
would be like to use this faggot's balls like this, by simply squeezing
them firmly now.  He wrapped his hand around both balls pulled the sac down
as far as he could and began to apply a gruesome pressure.  Alpha, who had
been living in Hell from the moment he'd bent over this horse, discovered
that there was always room for more suffering in Hell.  He screamed again,
and begged Williams to let his balls go.

	"Damn, you faggots are hard to keep up with," Williams sneered,
"first you want me to stop putting these little beads in your ass, now you
go crazy because I give your balls a little squeeze.  Seems nothing pleases
some people," he laughed, as he applied even more pressure.  "So you tell
me bitch, which had you rather have, the last ball in your cunt, or these
two crammed in there with the others."

	"Please stop, please stop Boss.  Please Boss, put the last ball in,
please......put it in," Alpha begged, anything to get him to release his
balls from that death grip.  His gut which had been in agony before from
the pressure of the balls inside him, was now seemingly coming apart
because of the pressure on the balls outside of him.

	Williams noticed the way sweat was pouring from the muscles of this
beautifully formed man.  It was interesting to him, he was straight after
all, but he had to admit there was something uniquely erotic about using
another man in this way, especially a beautiful man.  He felt himself begin
to get hard, and realized he really did want to fuck this cunt.  The only
thing that made the desire even more pleasant for him was the knowledge
that he would be doing just that shortly.

	He took the last ball that was hanging about three inches below
this slave's cunt, while he continued to hold his balls in the other hand,
and decided there was already enough lube in this bitch.  He'd put a nice
dollop on his own cock before fucking the bitch, but that would be
exclusively for his own pleasure.  He pressed the last ball against Alpha's
bulging hole, and began to push it in.

	Alpha felt himself losing conciousness.  Black spaces seemed to
pass in his line of vision.  First his ass had been beated till it felt
like raw meat, then anal balls the size of small fists had started being
pushed inside him, then his own balls were being crushed even as the final
anal ball was being pressed inside him.  He screamed and screamed.  He
begged for it to be over.  He did everything he could think of in his
irrational state, but he did not turn on Williams, he did not break
position.  What Alpha didn't know was that if his Master could see what was
happening, he'd be truly proud of him, as Trainer was, as he watched on the
monitor. He wasn't happy about everything that Williams was doing, but he
was very pleased with the slave he would be turning over to Mr. Y.

	And then, it was finally in, the last anal ball was crammed inside
Alpha.  Every breath was agony for him.  It was hard to hold onto the bar
beneath the horse because it was metal, and Alpha was sweating so much his
hands kept coming close to slipping off.  He found himself trying to focus
on that, anything but the pain in his stomach and gut and balls.  A
constant low groaning was escaping from his lips, just the physical release
of air and sound was something for him to focus on.........anything, but
the pain.

	As Williams let go of the ball sac he'd been crushing, be bent down
so that his mouth was next to one of Alpha's ears and whispered, "Now
listen bitch, I've decided not to put the last two little balls hanging
between your legs inside your cunt......yet!  But if you displease me
you'll discover just how much I can get inside that hole of
yours.........do you understand, slave," he barked.

	Alpha nodded as he continued to moan, his eyes half closed and
sweat, tears and snot running down his face.  He continued nodding and
moaning, taking short raspy breaths, trying to focus on his tormentor.

	"Now I want you on all fours.......NOW FAGGOT!," he commanded, and
Alpha began to push himself off the horse and move into position, but every
muscle he had complained.  With every move it seemed the burden he carried
inside him shifted, causing new pains to rush through his already pain
racked body, but he kept moving, almost falling to all fours.  As he did he
could feel Williams doing something with the cord hanging from the last
ball.  He didn't realize it, but Williams was tying it to the leg of the
fucking horse.

	"Pay attention faggot!  You see the platform over there.  I'm going
to rest on that platform and you're going to crawl over there and beg me to
fuck you.  Got that bitch, when I tell you, start crawling and begging me
to fuck you."

	Williams strode over to the platform and removed the little
clothing he was wearing.  When he took his jock off, his cock sprang up
against his firm abdomen.  Precum was already leaking out.  He was going to
enjoy this bitch.

	For his part Alpha was about to lay down and die.  He couldn't
imagine how this monster could fuck him with these five balls in his ass.
He knew it would tear him apart, but there was nothing he could do.
Williams was in charge........there was nothing he could do.  For the first
time since he'd been captured, he found himself wishing that Trainer would
walk in.  Surely he wouldn't allow his Master's slave to be damaged like
this.

	"Start crawling bitch," Williams commanded, and Alpha began to move
in a haze of pain.  He'd only crawled a little bit when he began to feel
pressure pushing outward on his asshole.  He didn't think he was releasing
anything, but as he continued to move he felt his hole opening up for the
first ball to come out.  As his asshole stretched he was actually trying to
hold the ball in because he hadn't been given permission to release it.
The feelings were confusing, but his hole kept opening, and the pain
increased.  Then it was out.  His gut felt an infinitesimal amount of
relief, but his confusion over what exactly had happened didn't allow him
to realize it.  He was terrified that he'd not been able to hold one of the
balls that Williams had stuffed into him, but then as he proceeded in agony
crawling to the platform, he felt the same pressure again.  Another ball,
this one larger was being pulled out of him.  He now understood what was
happening.  This bastard was having him pull the balls out of himself, but
as soon as he felt the relief of another ball being removed, eventhough it
stretched his asshole again terribly, he began to think he would be able to
make it.

	This process continued until the final ball, the largest, spread
his sphincter to the point of almost tearing, but finally with a tremendous
exhalation of breath, was out.  The cramping felt better almost
immediately, and Alpha found himself actually feeling grateful to Williams
for having relieved him of his torment.  A very sore, but somewhat grateful
slave climbed up onto the platform, still on all fours, and moved to make
his cunt available for this Boss to fuck.  Williams would fuck him
mercilessly, and when he was finished he'd cuff Alpha's hands behind his
back, grab his balls in his hand again, and drift off to sleep to the moans
of 105 lying next to him, who was once again having his balls crushed by
this sadist.  Eventually Williams would drift off to sleep, and Alpha would
find a little relief, but he knew it was temporary.  Trainer had said the
next day would be a big training day for both Dos and Alpha, so it would
begin again.  Alpha hoped it might be a little better once they were
delivered to their new Master, but the only guarantee he knew that was out
there for him, was that when he got there, he would be a
slave..........forever.





				Part Five


	He had no way of knowing for sure how long he'd been confined in
this black heavy canvas tubular container, but he guessed it had probably
been about two days.  He was scared, he was hungry, he was aching from the
rough treatment he'd received. He had at first assumed he'd been kidnapped
by one of the bands of criminals in Mexico in order to get a ransom out of
his family.  However, he was beginning to think that maybe that wasn't what
was going on, which actually left him even more frightened and confused
because that was the only rational explanation for the Hell he was in.

	His arms ached from having his hands bound behind him for so long.
His feet were numb from the bindings around his ankles.  He was gagged with
some kind of a contraption that had a tube running into his mouth, and
periodically some foul tasting liquid was released into his mouth which he
was compelled to swallow.  He was wearing some kind of blackout goggles, he
was naked, and though oddly he hadn't felt himself urinate yet, he'd
already shit once, and was needing to again.  The smell was almost as bad
as the foul tasting liquid.

	With the gag in place he'd been unable to do anything but moan and
groan, which he knew must sound incoherent to anyone that might be
listening.  His ears were plugged, so the only sounds he heard were
muffled.  However, he had been aware of the movement.  It came in sporadic
bursts.  Things would be relatively steady, maybe the slight vibration of a
motor, then it seemed the bag would be hauled about somehow.  A couple of
times it seemed to have been dropped because he remembered hitting pretty
hard, but he hadn't seen or spoken to anyone since he tasted something
funny about that beer one of those bitches had given him.  Until the sky
and ocean started changing places he thought it was just an off brand.  Too
late he realized he'd been had.  He didn't know how long he had been out,
and he came to inside this bag in his present condition........minus the
shit.

	He knew his fear was working against him, but he really didn't know
anyway to contain it.  Quite simply, he was terrified.  In fact, the fear
was part of what was motivating his bowels right now as he felt the
churning move through his abdomen.  He just couldn't imagine what could be
happening.  His family was rich, they would pay a ransom, at least his
mother would see that his father did, but what if it wasn't a kidnapping.
There his mind would run into a blank wall, and the cycle of terror would
begin again, augmented by his angry bowels.

	On the outside of the bag it was actually a beautiful day.  The
three tough looking guys in the van were about to drop this load off at a
remote dock.  Where it was going from there wasn't their concern, that had
been made clear to them, and the drug lord who had arranged their
participation didn't take kindly to unnecessary questions.

	"Man, this cargo is beginning to stink," one of them said, and the
others agreed.  They'd all be glad to drop it off.  One of them suspected
it might be an American DEA Agent that the drug lord wanted out of the
country.  He'd heard of that kind of thing before.  As they got to the dock
they wrestled the bag to the place they'd been told to leave it.  One of
them was so frustrated from the smell and the anxiety this job was causing
him that he kicked it a couple of times.

	"Hey," said another, "we were told not to damage it, no more
kicking."

	"Only one thing left to do then," the other one said, "but it seems
kinda crazy to me."

	"Crazy or not, that's what we were told and that's what we're going
to do."

	As the men set the bag up against the railing of the dock as they'd
been instructed, they saw the little plastic bag sewn into it with a tube
going inside the bag.  They unzipped the top of the plastic bag and each
guy pissed into the container.  It was almost full when they gladly left
that place.  No one else was around, but they'd been told specifically to
piss in the bag, then leave it. Since each of them had just made what it
usually took six months to earn, they were glad to comply........no
questions asked.

	Through the haze of fear, the young man realized more of the foul
tasting liquid had been released into his mouth. It seemed he had to
swallow forever before the flow stopped, and the awful taste in his mouth
combined with the fear churning in his gut was all it took for his bowels
to release again.  He could feel the foul, watery warmth as it moved down
his legs, and the new stench assaulted his nostrils.  His frustration and
fear reached a breaking point, he began to moan and struggle against his
bonds with a violence.  They, whoever they were, would simply have to
release him, he couldn't take any more of this.  If he didn't get out of
this contraption soon he honestly feared he might lose his mind.

	Then he felt someone push the bag over an edge, and he landed with
a hard thud.

	The two guys from the boat that had just arrived at the dock, had
simply kicked the bag into the boat.  It landed on the deck of the speed
boat, and the men and boat were off.  They would rendezvous with another
boat at sea, but it would take at least two hours to get there.  Since they
wanted to be back in their homes by dinner there was no time to waste, and
besides they wanted this thing off their boat as quickly as possible.  God,
this thing smelled bad.



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