Tarzan, Counts Pound of Flesh
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The Count was intrigued by the detailed report he received from his officer on the ground in the Tarzan rescue from Moga and the pygmys. One of the special agents sent along with the squad of his troops even managed to get the Count detailed, close up photos of Hazir's body and cock. He made sure there was someone who was at least 6'4" in the picture to give a good comparison. The 6'4" soldier had a reputation for being very well hung indeed, but compared to Hazir, he would be judged just barely average. That in combination with the somewhat detailed report about technique and how a money hungry handler who worked for the head terrorist that took out the Counts hidden jungle base, really caught the interest of the Count. He immediately put out the word to his wealthy former Manimal owners that he wanted Habib and would pay a very nice reward for his where abouts. The Count originally thought it would be great to get his hands on Hazir, but figured that would become way to complicated and interfere with the rest of his plan.
Habib was in a poorer part of a large city in an Arab country, trying hard to make some money to keep him going. Without Hazir and the financial support of some benefactor, he was having a difficult time making barely what he needed to survive. He was depressed and could visualize his demise very near. He would not let go of his hatred for Tarzan and Sven who he felt were the ruin of his once promissing career, doing his "training" technique on big, white, muscled men that he could use in his own exclusive pleasure palace and possibly even get into selling some once they were trained. Yes, if it wasn't for Sven and Tarzan, he would be very rich by now, it was fully their fault all went wrong. When he was approached by a representative of the Count to work for the Count with a substantial salary he was overjoyed. He found out the Count heard about his training technique and was very interested in perfecting it. The only condition was that he wanted it to be fully demonstrated before any committments would be made. He would be given any and all supplies he needed, a replacement for Hazir and a comfortable private quarters for his use. Habib gladly agreed and went with the Counts agent that same day.
The Count had sent out agents to find a specific type of brute, very, very large both physically and in the cock/ball department, not very bright mentally and would not be missed by more then one person. A number of possible candidates were identified, including one brute in particular who seemed to fit what the Count wanted completely. The guys name was Tony, stood 6'11" tall, weight in at around 350 lbs, lived in the southern part of Russia and could have had a promising career if it weren't for all the damage to his head during underground cage type fights. He made loads of money which his supposed manager got more then 3/4 of it as his fee. By the time Tony was mentally damaged, his manager had made a small fortune and abandoned Tony to survive on his own. A local man, took an interest in Tony and had him work for him on his farm, doing all manner of heavy work. The man also kept Tony satisfied in the sex department making sure his fantasys were completely taken care of. Tony would do whatever the man asked as he felt attached in some way and knew the man kept him from starving and even freezing to death in the winter, besides liking having sex since no female seemed willing to come within 20 feet of him. The Count had agents go to the farm where Tony was living, took out the farmer, heavily sedated Tony which was the only way they would survive his rage for hurting the farmer.
When Tony was at the Counts brand new compound, he was fully examined, kept tranquil and was subjected to heavy doses of mental conditioning, strong doses of hormones and steroids along with deep hypnosis to get him to realize the Count and Habib were his salvation and benefactors. The top notched scientists the Count had working for him were experts in human modification both mental and physical. They had all the latest and greatest equipment and any chemicals they asked for were provided. Their labs would be the envy of the chemists at even the largest pharmasutical companies of the world. Habib met with them and did his best to give them a full description of what he used on the "trainees" in his program. They were able to identify exactly what he was using and completely synthesize all of it, made up much more efficient and practical equipment for applying it without undue physical activity on the part of the trainor.
When Habib finally got to meet Tony, he was completely shocked to see someone who was very close to Hazir, even bigger it seemed, had much more developed muscle mass, had a cock that stayed at least 10" soft, was as wide as a beer can and shot up to 14" when erect. His balls were obscene they were hugely so. HIs testicles hung down very low and looked like lemons in a skin sack. Tony smiled when he saw Habib, recognizing him from the images he was shown during his adjustment phase to his new life. He was kept very mellow by drugs that were a part of his daily diet which did not interfere in his sexual capabilities in any way. Habib was given a very nice lab of his own, what he was told would be his new "training room." He was in awe of the set of rooms that were under his full control. Instead of the old method of using ropes and the like, there was a very bright, shiny set of frames that had built in restraints for holding the trainee securely, fully height adjustible for perfect alignment with Tony's package. One room was outfitted with a very large bed that had a matress made of a type of jelly that gave the benefits of a water bed without the overly active wave action, was easily temperature controlled and could be activated for a good number of "wave" type action perfect for Tony to be fucking a trainee, just like Hazir did after Habib felt the initial treatment was successful. That was the part that seemed to truly bond the trainee to Hazir, removing any trace of their former masculine attitude, fully willing to do anything Hazir or Habib told them to do, just to be rewarded with an occasitonal treat of being used by Hazir.
The Count arranged for a few criminals who were tough and very macho, alpha types, hard muscled and full of attitude, to be the initial test subjects. They were picked up all over Europe and no one other then the police would be looking for them. Habib worked with Tony on a few of them to get him used to the techniques used, the instructions Habib used telling him what to do next and how to keep things very slow, all to make sure the trainee was easily made to understand they were no longer men, just toys for the full use of real men. The phsycological effect of controlling their ability to reach a full orgasm was a big part of getting them to accept that thought completely. Bad enough they were being used by a huge brute, slowly, getting them to beg for release, only to not be able to until Tony would tell them he wanted them to show him how much they wanted to please him by releasing their cum for him. The new equipment used was a marvel of engineering to Habib. No more using a melon on the cock with the special stimulant all over the cock, as now, a flexible tube like device was slid over the trainee's cock, did the turning, easy and hard pressures and all the rest on its own. The same for what was placed up the ass with the special lube, now was a dildo like device that adjusted its size and texture to adapt to the interior of the trainee's ass, the location of the prostrate and the change of shape to simulate a very large knobby cock working slowly while excreating a steady supply of the special stimulation lube to completely prepare the trainee for penetration by Tony. By the 4th test subject, the technique was fairly close to what Habib and Hazir did. The scientists even modified the special lube based on electrodes attached to the test subjects cock, balls, nipples, head and inside their ass, sensing any and all stimulation fluctuations, getting the lube to just about the exact perfect chemical make up to do the job it was intended to do.
The Count came in to observe the 8th test subjects training and was indeed impressed. He was truly impressed watching Habib and Tony's implementation of the techniques.
Habib reached for a cylinder, pushed a button on a small box attached to the cylinder by a tube and let a good amount of a thick blob of liquid fall on a simple paint brush before sliding the cylinder on the cock of the subject and then clamped a circular metal device around the top of the testicles that was attached by a small wire to the box. He then pushed a button and the subject who was shacked to a frame was moved down so Habib had easy access to his pecs. He then used the paint brush to smear the goop on to subject's pecs. He turned to the box and adjusted a dial. The cylinder began expanding around the cock which was already hard and flooded the cylinder with a thick jell like liquid which flowed out until the subject's balls were well covered.
“What the fuck are you doin you sick bastard?” the subject yelled at Habib.
The subject began to squirm as he felt an ever increasing tingle on his cock and balls, and his chest. It grew and grew and seemed to go from hot to icy. His nerves were being woken up and would be extremely sensitive now.
“Doesn't that feel good? Its something special I made up for your training,” Habib said cheerfully.
“That's not natural you ass hole,” the subject said angrily.
“Oh, but you see it is completely natural. Only fresh ingredients straight from the earth,” Habib chuckled, pleased with his little joke.
The subject started sweating and his hips moved around as far as they could as his nerves fired off and the sensations grew. Habib was impressed by how quickly the mixture worked. He was worried that it would delay the training, but obviously that wasn't going to be the case. The subject gasped and began panting as the cylinder slowly turned and twisted, swallowing his cock inch by inch. The sensation was electrifying. His head jerked back and his tongue licked his lips while he gasped and moaned. Then his cock was fully swallowed by the cylinder, Habib watched with a big smile as the cylinder started turning slowly, back and forth with a few pulls off and back on, just enough to have the slimy thick inside and the now protruding fine bumps rub up and around subject's cock head and shaft. The subject found himself wishing he had known of this cylinder before. He would have seen to it that a he sold enough drugs and stole enough money to buy one. Habib smiled when he saw subject's hips slowly moving forward and back in rhythm with the turning and movement of the cylinder.
“Come and begin the training Tony,” Habib shouted.
Tony entered the room and moved in front of subject. Habib moved to the side. When Tony saw the subject look at him, he took off his robe and pulled apart the wrap that was his underwear. The subject saw the size of Tony, his muscles and his monstrous cock and balls. He realized this monster was huge, bigger then any of the monsters he met in prison or saw in underground fights. He knew if this monster fucked him, he would rip his insides apart. Tony just stared at subject's face, without any expression at all. The subject started to wonder if this monster was a zombie or something. His mind quickly lost all other thoughts as the cylinder moved further around and up and down his cock. The subject felt the need to cum, but it was blocked. The cylinders sensors picked up the level of tension of the subjects nerves and stopped moving until the subject breathing slowed down again and his body somewhat calmed down, after which it started working again.
The subject was going wild, the need for orgasm his only thought right now. The cylinder monitored for the signs of orgasm to start and again stopped, waited until subject's body calmed and then started again. The subject screamed out in frustration and couldn't help himself when he started to beg Tony to have mercy and let him cum. He got no reaction at all from Tony. Suddenly, Tony reached down and lifted up his hand so the subject could see he was putting on a plastic glove. Tony scooped up a thick blob of the enhancer goop that was collecting and dripping from the testicles of the subject as it oozed out of the cylinder. He picked up a strange looking dildo also connected to the box. He slowly rubbed the goop on the dildo as the subject watched in agony. He moved his hand in between subject's legs and put the dildo to subject's ass. He forced the ass cheeks apart and started moving the dildo inside the subjects ass. The dildo seemed to come to life as it expanded, began leaking the enhancer fluid as it pushed against the rosebud. Once found,it covered itself with the jell and began wiggling, occasionally gathering and pushing in more jell. The subject tried to force his ass shut, but his cock torture had already weakened him. It didn't take all that long for the subject's sphincter to open up enough for Tony to push in the dildo, coating more of the inside of subject's ass with the jell. The subject could now feel the tingling and hot, cold sensations inside his ass. He tried tightening his sphincter, but it didn't seem to have any effect on the dildo which was now growing fatter, sending out large bump sensors while wiggling inside his ass, his sphincter stretched out and no longer interested in keeping the invader out. Tony shook his head at Habib to let him know the dildo had conquered subject's ass defenses. Habib went to the box, pushed a button and the dildo began to flood the inside of the subject's ass with the enhancer goop. Tony moved the dildo in deeper spreading out and rubbing in the large amount of jell inside subject. The dildo sensors found subject's pleasure button, his prostrate and made certain a large amount of the jell was rubbed all over that area. The dildo grew longer going in deeper and began to move around inside subject's ass, making sure his pleasure button was being poked, rubbed and massaged.
Habib watched as the subject's eyes were as open as they could get, he was panting and sweating profusely and his hips were moving around. The subject was moaning and panting, his head flopping side to side and front to back, his muscles were flexing and he was using a great deal of his strength, pulling and twisting against his bindings. The subject didn't know how to deal with these feelings, his mind forcing him to ignore all thoughts other then pleasure and release. The new sensations coming from his ass and the more sensual actions of the cylinder moved him to a new level of pleasure torture. After he was stopped from 4 more orgasms, he was like a madman, needing a fix desperately. His cock, balls, lower abs and ass hurt so bad from muscle spasms and the build up of so many orgasms only to be stopped from completion.
Habib thought it was time to move on to the main training lesson. Not wanting the jell to be used on Tony, he used a enema tube that he used to wash out the jell from subject. He adjusted the rack the subject was shackled to in order to make it much easier for Tony to work. Habib smeared another type of jell on Tony's cock and went in front of subjects to watch his reaction again. Tony moved just the tip of the head of his cock into subject's sphincter, slowly moving it in and out, never further then half way down the head of his massive cock. The subject's eyes again bulged and he screamed out followed by sharp quick breaths and panting. Habib took adjusted the dial on the box and the cylinder began pulsing, vibrating and moving all over the subject's cock faster and faster. The subject's body completely tensed as if he was shot in the back. It was just too much and the sensation just increased since the cylinder and dildo didn't stop like before. It didn't matter since the only thing that made it out of subject's cock was a few dribbles of precum. He screamed and screamed feeling his balls swell and his prostrate spasm demanding he let his cum flow.
Tony kept up his movement, now slowly moving in his cock further until he felt subject's sphincter around the rim of his cock head. The subject was panting and begging, screaming for Tony to fuck him and Habib to let him cum. Habib felt it was now time to move on, so he removed the cylinder, washed off what was left of the jell and smeared on the jell he had put on Tony's cock. Tony reached around and began to slow stroke all of subject's cock, with just a tiny bit of pressure. He moved his other hand to subject's chest and began rubbing and massaging his pecs, rolling subject's nipples around as he applied more pressure on them each time he played with them. Habib was slowly removing the metal ring from around subject's cock and balls, watching Tony's hand slide up and down and then his thumb rolling around on the head of subject's cock. Tony moved his cock further in, until he felt the bottom of his cock head rub against subject's pleasure button. He slowly rubbed his cock into it and every now and then gave it a jab. The subject was panting and gasping, a desperate moan coming from his mouth with every exhale. His body looked like polished marble from all his sweat and exertion. Habib thought it was going very well and that subjects would nearly complete his first training by the end of the night. Of course the training would go on and on until he was certain subjects was completely destroyed and no longer thought as a tough alpha male.
Habib stood on a stool and held subject's head in his hands as he kissed subject's nose.
“So, is this how a big strong man behaves? Do you not have control? Tony is taking away your manhood with every thrust and stroke. You are begging to find release of your seed. Not the actions of a REAL man eh? You are not a REAL man any more. You are weak and only desire the release and pleasure of Tony. You are no longer a REAL MAN, ” Habib repeated over and over.
It was like the subject's mind was snapping. He heard Habib's words over and over and knew he was right. He had to have release. A real man would not act this way or have such a strong need to be fucked by another man. Tony was much stronger then he. No, he was a man. He could fight back given the chance.
Tony moved his cock deeper, slid all the way out and then all the way back in to subject's ass, stretching it out and pushing his insides out of the way, making sure his cock poked into and slid over subject's pleasure button. The stroking motion on his cock and the rubbing of Tony's thumb over the head of his cock was almost too much for his body to handle. He hadn't noticed that Habib had taken off all the metal rings. This went on for some time, as if subject's body knew it couldn't get release so it did its best to suppress it on its own. Finally, Tony had his cock fully inside subject. He moved side to side and back and forth, making certain that his slow march to completely invade subject's body worked as planned. One mistake and subjects would not last long as his insides would rip and tear and he would bleed to death. Yes, Tony had conquered again. The subject was already delirious, just too many sensations attacking his body, and his mind wrapped around the suggestion that he was not a real man, nothing more then a sexual toy to be used by a real man. The longer Tony had his cock buried in subjects, the more the subjects were convinced they were no longer a man, a real man.
Habib gave Tony the signal to force subjects to reach orgasm. Tony tightened his grip on subject's cock, moved his massage and groping of subject's pecs and nips to a higher and rougher level, and he began a full force fuck of the subject, pulling his cock all the way out and then all the way in. He now added his mouth and tongue to the mix, chewing on subject's neck, fucking his ears with his tongue and biting on his shoulder. The subject was driven to a maddening level of pleasure and need, his mind just about to turn him into a mumbling mad man. Then, without really any warning, cum started to slowly shoot out of his cock, like pistol shots and quickly turned into far shooting volleys of artillery, making his entire body go into convulsions, completely out of his control. The pent up need was released like a damned up river finally able to continue its journey with a force enough to take down building, hills and anything else in its way.
It took quite a long time before he felt the long needed feeling of relief, but then there was that monstrous cock moving in and out of him, pushing his organs around, the trunk of his body involved in his being fucked. When his body finally began to recover from his orgasmic deluge, he felt like his entire body had melted and his muscles were nothing more then strings holding his limbs together, no strength, no real purpose. The continued attack on his neck, ears, shoulder, ass and cock by Tony felt good now, he needed it, it took the pain away and brought him relief. Yes it was Tony fucking him that got him to finally get relief. Tony was a real man, strong, huge and powerful. He dominated subject's body and helped him to finally understand what a real man was like and could do. He was convinced the power of Tony's massive hard muscles and size could easily crush the life out of him, but gave him relief of sexual desire and need. Yes, it was only a true, real man that could have done that.
Habib untied the subject's bindings and Tony easily carried his moaning, wiggling body to the special mattress on the platform, pulled the subject off of his cock, turned him around easily holding him by the biceps, Tony's cock flexing in front of subject's face. The subject began to lick and kiss Tony's cock, reaching out his hands to fondle and worship his savior, feeling completely empty inside. He needed this great cock back inside him to keep giving him relief and let him know without a doubt what being used by a real man felt like. A very small part of his mind fought against these thoughts, but the words of Habib were burnt into his brain and now he began to see the truth of those words.
Tony almost laughed, a true first for him. He normally followed orders and yes it was great pleasure, but it was no more then his duty to obey. With these subjects, his obvious raw power, strength and musculature and rugged handsome looks felt different for some reason. Tony never held his victim before his cock but felt he wanted to see what this powerful man felt about what Tony was doing to him. He himself had no point of reference since he was never fucked and it wasn't very likely he ever would be. He felt honored in a way and felt more powerful then ever, knowing he had gotten this man to actually worship his weapon of his destruction. It felt good, really good.
He laid the subject down, spread out his legs, lowered his body between subject's legs, pushing them wide making the subject wince with pain. Tony lifted subjects's ass and slowly, slid his entire cock back inside the subject, slowly, inch by inch, pushing in, sliding all the way out and then slowly back in. When his cock was fully in, he moved his body completely over the subject, lowering it so that subject's body would feel Tony's weapon more as the pressure of Tony's body pushed down. The subject's cock was lodged between his abs and Tony's, so Tony's movements and breathing along with his, was like long stroking. The sweat and almost constant leaking precum provided a lot of lubrication. The subject began licking and feeling as much of Tony as he could even though with the weight of Tony on top of him, breathing wasn't all that easy. The subject didn't care, he could really feel every inch of Tony's cock rubbing against every organ, in and out, non stop. The subject would feel an orgasm building and Tony always gave him relief, his cum adding to the lubrication. Tony would stop moving and subjects would soon realize he wasn't being fucked by Tony and began to beg him to fuck him. Another play by Tony to gain the feeling of complete domination of this former muscled alpha macho man, probably feared by others and winner of many fights.
Tony really enjoyed having the subjects for his pleasure as the final training, to do with as he felt, not having to follow Habib's constant instruction. He had the subjects give him massages, stimulate his ass, lick and play with his cock and balls, and ride his cock until the subject's insides were swelling with Tony's cum. By morning, the subjects were completely broken and pliable, convinced they were not real men and that Tony brought them relief. Their minds no longer fought the suggestion planted in their heads by Habib. Tony could take him to the height of sexual pleasure just by rough massaging and kneading his ample muscles. Didn't matter which subject it was, the end result was always the same.
The Count watched the entire process on big screens being fed by camera's all around the training area and bed. He became very excited and had his assistant suck him off slowly while Tony was doing his magic.
The Count felt his financial investment was truly worth it completely. He could make loads of money from his special clients wanting to have a muscled alpha trained in pleasure. He even began plans for his pleasure palaces located in specific parts of the world where a marketing analysis indicated a large group of wealthy individuals that would be interested in taking advantage of the palaces offered delights. By the 15th test subject, the Count was satisfied that the technique was indeed working as described. All of the test subjects were no longer alph, hard ass brutes, all were completely docile and willing to do anything Tony or Habib told them, including pleasing the sexual needs of a varied group of men. They were transferred to the first Pleasure Palace that was ready for business. Very quickly a large customer base was established, no complaints from any of them at all.
The Count had a thought that maybe once administered and then "cured" of the training had any effect on the trainee and would it be possible to re-train a graduate of the program so to speak. He knew of 2 very perfect candidates to test it out on, Sven and Tarzan. He worked on a plan to get them to his compound unaware of their participation in his scientific study. He wouldn't allow them to be sent off to a Pleasure Palace by any means, but helped in wiping out the effects of the training as much as possible. He knew it was possible as both Sven and Tarzan were living examples of it being done.
Sven had taken care of all his affairs and returned when he discovered Tarzan was captured by Moga and the pygmys. He knew about Moga from Tarzan and understood the suffering Tarzan had to be going through which is why he asked the Count for help in rescueing him. In the back of his mind, knowing the Count as well as he did from serving him for years, there would be a price he would ask to be paid for his rescuing Tarzan with his personal military. He was surprised when after the COunts men left, no request was made for pay of one sort or another. He, Shawn, Dirk and Hazir took excellant care of Tarzan so that he would recover from the poisons and punishments he took from Moga and Gorn. Tarzan was bruised badly, had a very difficult time keeping food down and remained weak for days. Sven kept Tarzan in his arms all night, soothing him as best he knew how, which wasn't easy for Sven especially in his previous life. Shawn was the first one he actually felt something for when he took him with Dirk in the bed, made to watch helplessly. Tarzan also had developed feelings for Sven and got comfort from the fact that Sven showed how much he cared for the wealface of Tarzan and how willing his was to gently care for him. As Tarzan improved, Sven began taking him to the river for swims, gave him long slow massages, got Hazir to carry him for long walks in the jungle and made sure Dirk and Shawn were included in his care one way or another. They were more and more becoming just like a family.
The Count sent an agent to inquire on the health of Tarzan and to see if there was anything the Count's doctors and scientists could do to help him to fully recover. Sven was impressed and never expected that from the Count. He let the agent examine Tarzan and talk to him. The agent recommended Tarzan continue the therapy Sven and the others were giving him and as soon as he felt nearly himself, to let the Count know so Tarzan could be fully examined by a top notch doctor and given any sort of medical support he might need. Sven agreed and thanked the agent who left with blood samples and vital signs of Tarzan. He got Sven to give him a sample of his blood and vital signs just as a control base for the doctor.
When the agent returned, the blood samples of both Sven and Tarzan were analyzed in the lab, enabling the scientists to modify the enhancing formula to their specific genetics. It would make the enhancing goop very powerful indeed. This was added as part of the new training protocol. All through the testing, modifications were made to equipment and chemicals, to improve absorption and make them work longer and longer. The Count was thrilled with the news that Sven agreed to bring Tarzan to his compound which meant he could see what would happen with retraining and how to reverse the effects. Of course the scientists also were testing drugs that would reverse the training, making the victims go into a mild coma and wake thinking they just had a vivid sexual dream with absolutely no memory of what had happened to them.
In a few weeks time after the agent talked with Sven, Sven called the Count and told him Tarzan was ready to see the Counts doctor and have tests done to insure his body was not permanently damaged from the poison of Moga and was indeed totally flushed from his system. The Count told Sven a helicopter would arrive to transport them to his compound the following morning.
Sven told the others that they were going to the Counts new compound to have Tarzan see by specialists to make sure he was indeed free of Moga's poisons. Dirk and Shawn both said they were not going with, never again going near the Count. Hazir had no idea who the Count was, but if Dirk and Shawn didn't wish to go, then he would not either. So it was going to be just Sven and Tarzan. Tarzan was a bit leary but felt it was worth the risk to make sure his body was clean and no after effects from Moga's poisons would cause damage to his vital organs even at a later date.
The helicopter did indeed arrive at Tarzan's compound in the morning. Sven and Tarzan were escorted to the helicopter and offered fresh juice to drink as part of a waiting breakfast. Both were glad to drink the juice as it was indeed very fresh and tasty. They had no idea it was laced with various chemicals that would eventually make them pass out. When they arrived at the compound, the Count was waiting for them right at the landing pad. He hugged Sven and even kissed him, hugged Tarzan and welcomed them both to his new estate. He gave them a brief quick tour and then ushered them into a dinning room where breakfast of eggs, bacon, ham, sausages, french toast and waffles was waiting for them. Both Sven and Tarzan were amazed at the amount of food was put out. The Count even handed them plates and insisted they at least sample a bit of everything. They had assigned seats with large glasses of the juice they had on the helicopter. The Count told them it was the same since he was told they enjoyed it. Tarzan and Sven had no problem drinking the juice and as soon as their glass was half empty, a servant was right there pouring more for them. They asked why the Count wasn't drinking the same juice, he told them the citric acid really bothered his stomach and he preferred ice water and coffe.
They had a pleasant conversation, went to a veranda to finish having juice and coffee. The Count told Tarzan and Sven about the doctors he had arranged for and all the tests they would run to make sure he was truly free of Moga's poison. He also told them that if any trace of it was found, they could formulate drugs witht he scientists he had in his extensive lab a treatment of pills. Sven and Tarzan both kept thanking the Count for his generous actions. Both Sven and Tarzan began yawning and shaking their heads. The Count knew the drug in the juice was doing what it was meant to do. Very quickly, both Sven and Tarzan were slumped in their chairs, heads down, chin on their chests. The Count waved to a guard who called other guards who were waiting out of sight. They came, took Sven and Tarzan to the training room, removed all their clothing, and attached them to the frames.
Habib came into the room and smiled as the 2 men who ruined his life were now here, soon to be fully under his control. He went and talked with Tony and told him he was to lengthen the training so that they spent at least 3 days on the rack, not being able to have full orgasm until the end of the 3rd day. He knew how painful that would be to both of them. He would have some fun doing his own punishment on them once they were fully broken again.
Habib began to get all the equipment running and made certain the special formuled goop for Sven and Tarzan was connected to their boxes controlling the cylinders and dildos. He would not begin until they were both awake and knew what was coming for them. He couldn't wait to see their reaction when they saw Tony. That in itself would be so very gratifying. He decided he would work on Sven first as he was bigger, more muscled and from what he remembered, an extremely alpha, macho male. Habib got more and more excited as the time passed and he waited for them both to wake up.
After an hour, he saw the beginnings of both coming awake. Head shaking, arm and leg muscles bulgings as they tried to get released for whatever kept them from moving. Finally, both heads shot up, seeing each other hanging from the rack and then Habib, smiling at them, clapping his hands as he was so very excited.
“Well, seems my former students have returned for a refresher course,” Habib bubbled, taking first Sven's and then Tarzan's chin in his fingers and shaking their head. “It warms my heart to know you missed it so much.”
“Habib, what the hell are you doing here and what's going on?” Sven shouted.
“Why are you insisting on doing things that never seem to work out for you,” Tarzan asked.
“Ah, but you see, I now have the full backing of the Count now, so my financial security is now set,” Habib laughed. “I believe the Count has begun to establish a franchise of Pleasure Palaces all over the world. As a matter of fact, the class that just finished training is at one already, making lots of money for the Count.”
“Sven, I knew the Count would have something weird planned for us, just had a bad feeling,” Tarzan said sadly.
“Yeah, I'm sorry Tarzan, I should have know too. Deep down I knew he would want his pound of flesh for helping us out. I was his right hand guy and know how he operates. What an ass I am,” Sven said sadly.
“Ah, so you both have awaken and are ready for the experiment. I assure you that after being broken again, as I understand both of you were, my scientists have waiting a treatment that will get you very quickly back to normal, no harm done. Well, except of course for what you will have to undergo as the training,” the Count said patting each one on their thighs.
“You scumbag, why are you doing this to us?” Sven shouted angrily.
“Now Sven, my dear Sven. I have a theory I need tested and you both I'm afraid are the perfect subjects for it. I told you after the training, you will be back to your normal self, not broken in any way. Sven, you know how I am. Nothing I do is for free. You should know that after all the years we were together. So, in exchange for me using my resources to rescue Tarzan, you both will satisfy my need to see the theory put into practice real time. You are merely my guine pigs in my lab for now, nothing more,” the Count said to Sven as he played with Sven's balls.
“That is sick Count, just like when you took me and my friends last time to play your game with your manimals. You are sick, really sick,” Tarzan said angrily.
“Yes Tarzan, vent all you wish. Its good to release all that built up tension and hatred. Very unhealthy to keep it bottled up inside of you. I may indeed be sick, however, I am extremely wealthy and therefore ruthless when it comes to adding to my wealth. So vent all you wish, I understand,” the Count said as he moved his finger around the head of Tarzan's cock. “Okay Habib, lets begin the training, shall we?”
Both Tarzan and Sven looked at Habib, knowing what was coming.
Habib reached for a cylinder, pushed a button on a small box attached to the cylinder by a tube and let a good amount of a thick blob of liquid fall on a simple paint brush before sliding the cylinder on the cock of Sven and then clamped a circular metal device around the top of the testicles and around the bottom of the cock shaft, which was attached by a small wire to the box. He then pushed a button and the Sven who was shackled to a frame was moved down so Habib had easy access to his pecs. He then used the paint brush to smear the goop on to Sven's pecs. He turned to the box and adjusted a dial. The metal rings began to tighten as the cylinder began expanding around the cock which was already hard and flooded the cylinder with a thick jell like liquid which flowed out until Sven's balls were well covered.
“What the fuck are you doin you sick bastard?” the Sven yelled at Habib.
The Sven began to squirm as he felt an ever increasing tingle on his cock and balls, and his chest. It grew and grew and seemed to go from hot to icy. His nerves were being woken up and would be extremely sensitive now. Long buried memories of going through this before, slowly surfaced.
“Doesn't that feel good? Its something special I made up just for your training,” Habib said cheerfully.
“That's not natural you ass hole, what the hell is that goop and that cylinder doing to my cock” Sven said angrily.
“Oh, but you see it is completely natural. Only fresh ingredients straight from the earth, coupled with the latest technology and science specially formulated just for you” Habib chuckled, pleased with his little joke.
Sven started sweating and his hips moved around as far as they could as his nerves fired off and the sensations grew. Habib was impressed by how quickly the mixture worked. He was worried that it would delay the training, but obviously that wasn't going to be the case. Sven gasped and began panting as the cylinder slowly turned and twisted, swallowing his cock inch by inch. The sensation was electrifying. His head jerked back and his tongue licked his lips while he gasped and moaned. Then his cock was fully swallowed by the cylinder, Habib watched with a big smile as the cylinder started turning slowly, back and forth with a few pulls off and back on, just enough to have the slimy thick inside and the now protruding fine bumps rub up and around Sven's cock head and shaft. Sven tried desperately to fight the feelings that were growing, working on his primal needs. Habib smiled when he saw Sven's hips slowly moving forward and back in rhythm with the turning and movement of the cylinder and saw the obvious mental conflict Sven was undergoing..
“Come and begin the training Tony,” Habib shouted.
Tony entered the room and moved in front of Sven. Habib moved to the side. When Tony saw Sven look at him, he took off his robe and pulled apart the wrap that was his underwear. Sven saw the size of Tony, his muscles and his monstrous cock and balls. He realized this monster was huge, bigger then Hazir or those he saw in the manimals fights. He knew if this monster fucked him, he would rip his insides apart. He experienced this with Hazir and also had played with him at Tarzan's compound, but his cock wasn't as fat and long as Tony's. Tony just stared at Sven's face, without any expression at all. Sven started to wonder if this monster was a zombie or something. His mind quickly lost all other thoughts as the cylinder moved further around and up and down his cock. Sven felt the need to cum, but it was blocked. The cylinders sensors picked up the level of tension of Sven's nerves and stopped moving until Sven's breathing slowed down again and his body somewhat calmed down, after which it started working again. Sven knew he was loosing the argument in his head against his primal needs. His body was controlling it all it seemed, no matter what he thought of to stop the sensations.
Sven began going wild, the need for orgasm his only thought right now. The cylinder monitored for the signs of orgasm to start and again stopped, waited until Sven's body calmed and then started again. Sven screamed out in frustration and couldn't help himself when he started to beg Tony to have mercy and let him cum. He got no reaction at all from Tony.
Tarzan was watching all of this with a look of horror on his face as he saw Tony and what was happening to Sven. He was helpless again, unable to fight off Habib, the Count or Tony.
Suddenly, Tony reached down and lifted up his hand so Sven could see he was putting on a plastic glove. Tony scooped up a thick blob of the enhancer goop that was collecting and dripping from the testicles of Sven as it oozed out of the cylinder. He picked up a strange looking dildo also connected to the box. He slowly rubbed the goop on the dildo as Sven watched in agony. He moved his hand in between Sven's legs and put the dildo to Sven's ass. He forced the ass cheeks apart and started moving the dildo inside Sven's ass. The dildo seemed to come to life as it expanded, began leaking the enhancer fluid as it pushed against the rosebud. Once found,it covered itself with the jell and began wiggling, occasionally gathering and pushing in more jell. Sven tried desperately to force his ass shut, but his cock torture had already weakened him. It didn't take all that long for Sven's sphincter to open up enough for Tony to push in the dildo, coating more of the inside of Sven's ass with the jell. Sven could now feel the tingling and hot, cold sensations inside his ass. He remembered how it felt when Hazir used his fingers to do the same thing. This was much more intense. He tried tightening his sphincter, but it didn't seem to have any effect on the dildo which was now growing fatter, sending out large bump sensors while wiggling inside his ass, his sphincter stretched out and no longer interested in keeping the invader out. Tony shook his head at Habib to let him know the dildo had conquered Sven's ass defenses. Habib went to the box, pushed a button and the dildo began to flood the inside of Sven's ass with the enhancer goop. Tony moved the dildo in deeper spreading out and rubbing in the large amount of jell inside Sven. The dildo sensors found Sven's pleasure button, his prostrate and made certain a large amount of the jell was rubbed all over that area. The dildo grew longer going in deeper and began to move around inside Sven's ass, making sure his pleasure button was being poked, rubbed and massaged. The enhancer goop formulated especially for him was indeed much more intense in giving him that hot to cold tingly sensation and also causing small cramps that made everything it was on feel like a caress of a hand.
Habib watched as Sven's eyes were as open as they could get, he was panting and sweating profusely and his hips were moving around. Sven was moaning and panting, his head flopping side to side and front to back, his muscles were flexing and he was using a great deal of his strength, pulling and twisting against his bindings. Sven didn't know how to deal with these feelings, his mind forcing him to ignore all thoughts other then pleasure and release. The new sensations coming from his ass and the more sensual actions of the cylinder moved him to a new level of pleasure torture. After he was stopped from 4 more orgasms, he was like a madman, needing a fix desperately. His cock, balls, lower abs and ass hurt so bad from muscle spasms and the build up of so many orgasms only to be stopped from completion.
Habib thought it was time to move on to the main training lesson. He pulled out the dildo from Sven's now pulsing ass, smiling at how the new technology worked so well. Not wanting the jell to be used on Tony, he used an enema tube that he used to flush out the jell from Sven. He adjusted the rack Sven was shackled to in order to make it much easier for Tony to work. He then smeared another type of jell on Tony's cock and went in front of Sven's to watch his reaction again. Tony moved just the tip of the head of his cock into Sven's sphincter, slowly moving it in and out, never further then half way down the head of his massive cock. Sven's eyes again bulged and he screamed out followed by sharp quick breaths and panting.
“No, not again, please, not again,” Sven screamed.
Habib adjusted the dial on the box and the cylinder began pulsing, vibrating and moving all over the Sven's cock faster and faster. Sven's body completely tensed as if he was shot in the back. It was just too much and the sensation just increased since the cylinder didn't stop like before. It didn't matter since the only thing that made it out of Sven's cock was a few dribbles of precum. He screamed and screamed feeling his balls swell and his prostrate spasm demanding he let his cum flow.
Tony kept up his movement, now slowly moving in his cock further until he felt Sven's sphincter around the rim of his cock head. Sven was panting and begging, screaming for Tony to fuck him and Habib to let him cum. Habib felt it was now time to move on, so he removed the cylinder, washed off what was left of the jell and smeared on the jell he had put on Tony's cock. Tony reached around with a gloved hand covered in the same goop Habib placed on his cock and Sven's. He began to slow stroke all of Sven's cock, with just a tiny bit of pressure. He moved his other hand to Sven's chest and began rubbing and massaging his pecs, rolling Sven's nipples around as he applied more pressure on them each time he played with them. Habib watching Tony's hand slide up and down and then his thumb rolling around on the head of Sven's cock. Tony moved his cock further in, until he felt the bottom of his cock head rub against Sven's pleasure button. He slowly rubbed his cock into it and every now and then gave it a jab. Sven was panting and gasping, a desperate moan coming from his mouth with every exhale. His body looked like polished marble from all his sweat and exertion. Habib thought it was going very well and that Sven would nearly complete his first training by the end of the night. Of course the training would go on and on until he was certain Sven was completely destroyed and no longer thought as a tough alpha male and had suffered so very much..
Habib stood on a stool and held Sven's head in his hands as he kissed Sven's nose.
“So, is this how a big strong man behaves? Do you not have control? Tony is taking away your manhood with every thrust and stroke. You are begging to find release of your seed. Not the actions of a REAL man eh? You are not a REAL man any more. You are weak and only desire the release and pleasure of Tony. You are no longer a REAL MAN, ” Habib repeated over and over.
It was like the Sven's mind was snapping. He heard Habib's words over and over and knew he was right. He had to have release. A real man would not act this way or have such a strong need to be fucked by another man. Tony was much stronger then he. No, he was a man. He could fight back given the chance.
Tony moved his cock deeper, slid all the way out and then all the way back in to Sven's ass, stretching it out and pushing his insides out of the way, making sure his cock poked into and slid over Sven's pleasure button. The stroking motion on his cock and the rubbing of Tony's thumb over the head of his cock was almost too much for his body to handle. This went on for some time, as if Sven's body knew it couldn't get release so it did its best to suppress it on its own. Finally, Tony had his cock fully inside Sven. He moved side to side and back and forth, making certain that his slow march to completely invade Sven's body worked as planned. One mistake and Sven would not last long as his insides would rip and tear and he would bleed to death. Yes, Tony had conquered again. Sven was already delirious, just too many sensations attacking his body, and his mind wrapped around the suggestion that he was not a real man, nothing more then a sexual toy to be used by a real man. The longer Tony had his cock buried in Sven, the more Sven was convinced he was no longer a man, a real man, just like before. His manhood was lost to Hazir and now to Tony.
Habib gave Tony the signal to reach orgasm. Tony tightened his grip on Sven's cock, moved his massage and groping of Sven's pecs and nips to a higher and rougher level, and he began a full force fuck of the Sven, pulling his cock all the way out and then all the way in. He now added his mouth and tongue to the mix, chewing on Sven's neck, fucking his ears with his tongue and biting on his shoulder. Sven was driven to a maddening level of pleasure and need, his mind just about to turn him into a mumbling mad man. Then, without really any warning, cum started shoot hard inside of his ass, blasting against organs and flooding his insides as Tony really went to work on Sven's cock, neck, ears and shoulder. Sven screamed and shouted, begged and pleaded, he even began shedding tears to let him have an orgasm. His body was moving wildly against Tony's huge body. It seemed to Sven that his entire body was filling with Tony's cum as it just kept shooting inside of him. Sven's cock and balls were swollen and all the veins were pulsing wildly. He was not to get release for 2 more days.
Tony finally pulled his cock out of Sven, slapped Sven's pecs and abs hard and pulled his head back and ravaged Sven's ear, neck and shoulder one more time.
“Tomorrow we play again,” Tony whispered into Sven's ear.
Sven's entire body was in a convulsion, jerking, muscles tightening and loosening on their own, all the result of an overflow of stimulation not finding release. He slapped Sven's ass hard and went into a shower to wash off his cock, body and get ready for Tarzan.
“Did you enjoy the show Tarzan? Not to worry, you are up next,” Habib said slowly stroking Tarzan's cock.
“Habib, please, don't do this. You can't do this to another human being, its wrong,” Tarzan tried to reason with Habib.
“Wrong? Who says it is wrong? I'm practicing an ancient art of making men into pleasure giving sex slaves. Others reap the benefits of my trade. You are not even human in my eyes. You are an Infidel and that means I can do as I wish with you. If it wasn't for the Count, you and Sven would be receiving daily training by Tony until your mind is completely gone and you are a blubbering fool, sex crazed and constantly needing to be fucked.”
“Habib, please, you know this wrong,” Tarzan pleaded once again.
“Bad, bad me eh?” Habib said as he laughed and laughed.
“Okay, ready or not, your turn for training is now beginning,” Habib said as he slid Tarzan's cylinder on his cock and brushed a large glob of the stimulation gell on his pecs and abs.
The treatment went just like it did for Sven. They both were in the exact same condition, mouths open, panting, gasping, covered in a thick layer of sweat, muscles flexing and releasing on their own.
“Good job Tony, it went very well I think,” Habib said to Tony slapping him on his back.
Tony moved over to Sven and put his hand behind Sven's back and with his other hand, hard rubbed and squeezed on Sven's pecs, abs and thighs.
“I like this one. Feels good to me,” Tony said as he worked over Sven's body. “I have after training? Do him up good.”
“Well Tony, we'll have to see what the Counts says about that. I'm sure one more day after the training is finished won't make all that much of a difference. Besides, you did work hard training them,” Habib said with a smile. “I'll be sure to ask the Count for you.”
The next morning, a lab tech came into the training room with a large glass beaker filled with a strange colored liquid. He went up to Tarzan, filled a large syring with the fluid and pushed it into Tarzan's wide open mouth, all the way back to his throat. He pushed the plunger down, sending the liquid down into Tarzan's stomach. He then filled the syringe again, went to Sven and repeated the procedure. Before he walked out of the door, both Tarzan and Sven were wide awake, their bodies feeling like it did when they first woke up tied to the racks. Both knew exactly what happened to them yesterday and couldn't understand why they suddenly felt fine.
“Ah, my students finally wake,” Habib said as he happily walked into the training room followed by Tony.
He walked to Sven then Tarzan, felt their bodies and laughed.
“The true wonders of science. I'm very impressed. Both of you are fully ready for another full day of training. But I'm sure your minds fully remember yesterdays lesson. We will repeat the same lesson with some slight modifications to extend your time of misery. Justice must be served you know.”
Habib moved over to Sven, played with his cock a bit until it got hard, slid on the cylinder and turned on the machine. He did'nt wait as yesterday but went to Tarzan and slid his cylinder on then turned on that machine.
“Just to insure you both build up a good excitement for today's lesson,” Habib laughed.
He stopped as he was passing Sven, seemed to go into deep thought, took his paint brush and scooped up loads of the goop from Sven's balls and began to paint the entire front of Sven's body with it. Sven's entire front body now had that hot cold sensation with muscles feeling like someone was touching them. All over, each section like millions of hands at work. Sven's eyes went wide and his head flew back as the sensations grew and he began to feel his mind sending signals all over his body of yesterday's sensations. He liked the look of horror on Sven's face so he did the same to Tarzan who's body had the exact same reaction, using the enhancer specially developed for Tarzan of course. Habib told Tony he had to wear long gloves to make certain he didn't get the enhancing gel on him. Tony didn't mind, he actually like the feeling of his hand sliding over a body or cock covered in the gel.
The day went slowly for Sven and Tarzan as they were again taken to unbearable heights of pleasure without any hope of a release. Tony spent a bit more time especially fucking Sven before he moved on to Tarzan. Again, before leaving he worked over Sven's body, even licking his lips this time, promising to do him real good tomorrow.
In the morning, the same technician came into the training room to administer the concoction of drugs that would be like a super amphetimine to Sven and Tarzan making them think they were perfectly fine feeling even though they had full memory of what had happened to them the last 2 days. When the technician saw the condition of Sven and Tarzan, he was rather worried as they looked awful, their body still in full spasms and their breathing more like gasping. He looked at their cocks and balls and thought they were overly swollen and in danger of the beginning of a blood infection from having the circulation cut off for too long. He administered the drugs and quickly reported to the head doctor and scientists.
The scientist was concerned that there was some sort of reaction to the formulation he created that matched Sven and Tarzan perfectly, or so he thought. The doctor thought that maybe the sedatives he used or the hormones were to powerful and they were having some sort of reaction. When they both entered the training room, Habib was just starting his now daily routine of setting Sven and Tarzan up for another training. He was very upset when the doctor ordered him to move away. The doctor examined Sven and the scientist Tarzan. They couldn't quickly determine what the exact problem was unti they more closely examined the binding metal pieces around both their cock and balls.
“Just how long as this been kept on these men?” the doctor demanded.
“For 2 full days at least,” Habib smiled not knowing something was not right.
“Are you insane? They are in no way to be permanently damaged per the Counts direct orders. Do you realize because of the lack of blood circulation to the penis and testitles both of them could come down with a life threatening blood infection and possibly even loose their penis and or testicles?” the doctor screamed.
“You will remove those immediately and after they manage if at all possible to ejaculate to relieve the obvious built up pressure, you will take them down and notify me immediately so I can give them proper drugs to fight any possible chance of infection. Do I make myself clear?” the doctor fumed.
The scientist shook his head and took blood samples from both Sven and Tarzan before they both went storming out of the room.
Habib slowly began to panic. He already had them in training a day more then normal, they should have gotten release yesterday and been shipped off to the doctors after a demonstration of how well their training worked for the Count and a number of his top aides, being taken care of by both Sven and Tarzan. His anger had clouded his thinking so much that he got way to involved in seeing them both suffer more and more each day. He yelled for Tony to come in and begin a sped up version of their normal end training practices to allow them to have a full orgasm. He cautioned Tony to be extra careful on their cocks as the doctor was worried about an infection or something and if they were damaged, both of them would be punished very severly by the Count.
Habib used the enama hose to clean all the initial dose of enhancing gel from their bodies, cock and balls. He put on gloves and gently lubricated their pecs, abs and cocks with the stimulating gel. Tony put on his gloves as Habib covered his cock with the gel as well. He pushed his cock slowly into Sven to make certain it was still stretched out from his cock ravaging it the previous day. It was indeed, so he slowly began his fucking routine while he gently began stroking Sven's cock, working on his pecs and nipples and now also rubbing the stimulant gel into his abs. Sven was very quickly back in the torture of needed release so very bad, screaming and begging Tony to fuck him. Habib did his thing to remind Sven he was not a real man but was having what was left of his manhood taken away by Tony. Tony varied his thrusts this time, increased his use of his tongue on the ear, neck and shoulder and was much more forceful with Sven's pecs and abs, still using very little pressure around Sven's throbbing cock. Tony put his lips right on Sven's ear and told him he wanted Sven to show a real man how much he needed him to rule over him by showing him a good amount of cum shooting out of his cock. Sven almost cried as he actually tried but nothing would happen. Tony pulled his cock out of Sven's ass and told him that he really didn't want or need Tony since he wouldn't show him what he wanted by cumming for him. Sven pleaded and begged Tony to fuck him hard, show him how he was not longer a man. Tony pushed his cock back inside of Sven, picked up the pace of his fucking and jerked on certain strokes to put more impact on his cock pushing Sven's insides around. Sven began to gasp, pant harder then before, his head back against Tony's shoulder, his body jerking hard. Tony in his deep baritone voice kept telling Sven, “show me” over and over, louder and louder. He finally growled and yelled it right in Sven's ear and suddenly, Sven's body shivered, jerked hard and cum began to blast out of his cock. Tony growled and kept telling Sven “more, give me more” which Sven seemed so glad to do. Sven passed out and still cum was flowing from his cock, the swelling on his cock and balls seemed to be lessening which made Habib happy. Until Sven actually began shooting out his cum, Habib was imagining how he would probably be castrated and sold to some backwater sheik as a eunich. As a reward for doing such a fine job with Sven and knowing how badly Tony wanted to enjoy Sven, he told him to take care of Tarzan, do his laying in the bed thing and then let Habib know when he was ready to be moved to the doctor. While Tarzan was being moved and examined Tony could have his time with Sven before he too would be moved. Tony smiled and got right on working over Tarzan. As with Sven, he finally began to shoot load after load of his cum, was unhooked from the rack while still impaled on Tony's cock and taken to the waiting bed for the last part of the training. Tarzan did as all the other subjects had, begging Tony for more, gladly taking in as much of his cock into their mouths as they were able, doing anything Tony asked them to do. Tony asked Tarzan about being a real man and Tarzan got tears in his eyes and admitted to Tony that only Tony was the real man who gave Tarzan release after suffering so long with not being able to cum. He willingly told Tony he would do anything he was asked since he wasn't a real man and was only good for servicing real men completely. Tony laughed, lifted him up in his arms and took him into the education room where a gurney was waiting. He flopped Tarzan down on it, moved over to his head and told him to suck his leaking cock head one more time, which Tarzan happily did. Habib shook his head and pushed Tarzan out of the room to the waiting doctor.
Tony went up to Sven's front, pulled him to his body and slid his hands and body slowly up and down Sven's, nibbling and licking on his ear, neck face and even kissing him deeply, his tongue pushing way to the back of Sven's throat. Sven moaned and groaned and began to beg Tony to take him, let him make Tony feel good and how much he wanted and needed to please Tony. Tony growled, undid Sven's legs for the rack, pulled his thighs up and pushed his wet cock inside of Sven. Sven gasped, yelled out and had a huge smile on his face as more and more of Tony's cock slid inside of him. Tony began to kiss Sven who returned the kisses with passionate, desperate kisses as Tony undid one the the other arm from the rack. Sven's arms flopped on Tony's shoulders as he couldn't make them tighten or move just yet as the circulation was gone and other then cramps he couldn't feel much of anything with them. Tony wrapped his arms tight around Sven's body and squeezed, growling and said to him how Sven was now his and is that what Sven wanted. Sven sucked in a deep breath when Tony loosened his grip and Sven pleaded and begged Tony to take him, he was all for Tony and would do anything for him. Tony took Sven held tight to his body to the bed and laid down with Sven on his back, still impaled on Tony's cock. Tony pulled Sven's arms out and began to nibble, suck and lick Sven's muscles as he slowly moved his cock in and out of Sven's ass. This was the first time Tony could remeber when he actually was feeling good, feeling something special even for Sven. He wasn't doing the training script at all now, it was satisfying his desires only now. He took Sven to unreal heights of pleasure and stimulation without any of the special gels, gently, getting his own thrill from hearing the agony of pleasure coming from Sven as he made love to Sven. He filled Sven 3 times with massive loads of cum before turning over while holding on to Sven so he was on his back and Sven was laying on top of him, head in between Tony's massive pecs and hands holding on to Tony's neck. Sven, made his upper body push up so he could look at Tony's face.
“Have I given you good pleasure?” Sven asked sincerely.
“Yes, you have indeed, more pleasure then I have had in more years then I care to remember Sven,” Tony said with a warm smile that rarely was seen by anyone else.
“Then I am glad and happy that I made you a real man have pleasure. I wish only to give you pleasure from now on, I am totally yours body and soul,” Sven said putting his face down on the center of Tony's pecs and kissing his chest.
Tony was unsure what he should think or do since he felt a wave of affection for Sven rush through his body, yet he knew he could not have him. He would gladly take away the training Sven had gone through just to have Sven say such things on his own, without being indoctrinated as he was, convinced he wasn't a real man. Before he could dwell on that thought any more, Habib was back with a gurney and pointed at Sven and then the gurney with a very impatient look on his face.
“Hurry, they are already upset I didn't bring both of them in, put him on the cart and I will take him to the doctor. I don't see what all the fuss is since they did get release and the swelling has begun to go down,” Habib said angrily. “Western doctors and scientists, such a strange group of people to be sure.”
Tony gently lifted Sven, kissing him gently before placing him down on the gurney. Habib shook his head in disgust and hurridly pushed Sven out of the room. Tony flopped back down on the bed, feeling sad and a deep yearning for Sven to be in his arms once again.
The doctor had given Tarzan a series of shots to ward off clots, infections and swelling. Tarzan was xrayed, scanned and mri'd until the doctor was satisfied nothing was damaged. Sven was hurridly given the exact same drugs and exams. The scientist already had ran diagnostics on their blood and did not see any evidence that there was an adverse reaction to any of the gels he created. Both were given IV's filled with fluids and drugs to relax their bodies and aide in the repair of any damaged tissue. It also made them pass out to calm down their vital signs which showed evidence of the trauma they went through. The doctor immediately upon making sure both were comfortable and sleeping, headed for the Count's office. He informed the secretary that it was an immergency concerning Sven and Tarzan. No sooner had the secretary told the Count that on the telephone, when the door to his private suite of offices flew open and he was in a panic shooing the doctor into his office demanding a brief and concise report on what happened. The doctor told him what they found thanks to the observation of the technician who was giving Sven and Tarzan their morning stimulants. Their testicles and penis' were swollen, discolored and very close to severe infection due to lack of blood flow from Habib not following the training protocol and working them through an additional full day of training at the beginning stage, which meant they were taken numerous times to orgasm only to be blocked completely. Luckily they got to them before another full day of Habib happened and probably stopped them from loosing their testicles, cock and maybe even their life from severe blood infections. The Count became furious and sent for the scientist as well. The scientist corroberated the doctors report and findings. They both agreed that the training worked when the script was followed only to be modified in the case of a really hard subject, which was doubtful after the test subjects and then Sven and Tarzan. They both felt that the only problem with the program was Habib. They did a good job of convincing the Count that the only existing participant that was needed was Tony. Habib could be replaced by any guard, technician or outsider with minimal training. They felt they had worked too hard to see the entire program lost because of the petty grudges of Habib. The Count agreed and told them he would see to it fully, congradulated them on superb work and told them very nice bonus' were going to be in their accounts by the end of the month.
It was almost as if Habib's thoughts were monitored completely as right after being screamed at for a full 30 minutes by the Count, guards came in, dragged Habib away screaming, took him to the medical lab, waited until he was indeed castrated and patched up, then taken out to a waiting helicopter which would deliver him to a cargo ship that would make a special stop to deliver him to a sheik who was in the market for an older eunich.
The doctor after reviewing the tapes of all the sessions, noticed the interaction between Sven and Tony before Sven was taken away. He saw the depression that came over Tony and talked with the scientist. They came up with a perfect drug for Tony that would make him loose his depression and feel good and useful.
Good to his word, the Count had Tarzan and Swen put into a deep coma, fluids pumped into their veins and their systems flushed out completely leaving no traces of any gels used. Special salves were used to quickly bring their extremely stretched out rosebuds and asses back to normal size. Mental suggestions and special drugs were used to wipe any memory of what happened to them from their minds. When they woke up, it would seem to them as it was when they just got there. They would even wake up sitting in the exact chairs on the veranda they were in while initially passing out.
The Count was only slightly disappointed that he wasn't able to see the full demonstration he had planned with his top aides and soldiers, but felt much better after watching the videos of the interaction of Tony and Sven during and especially after the experience. The Count knew Sven extremely well. He help form Sven from an every day thug to a smart, intellectual, magnificent alpha male in all things. When he watched several times Sven asking Tony if he pleased him enough, that proved to the Count beyond any doubt the training program was a gold mine indeed.
Tarzan and Sven did come too in the chairs as planned. They were taken to the medical wing to go through a series of un-needed tests but impressive to say the least. All manner of blood test and other fluid tests were run and results were very quickly given. The doctor went over the full test results with the Count, Sven and Tarzan. Basically stating they were in perfect health, no traces of any foreign poisons or fluids anywhere in Tarzan's system. He was given a supply of special vitamins which would make him feel really good and happy, just as a precaution against flash backs of any sort in his mind.
Sven and Tarzan both were truly amazed that nothing bad happened while visiting the Count. He actually did have his medical team do a very detailed exam as he promised with no additional surprises on the side. Little did they know they were indeed used against their wills by the Count, but no matter, they couldn't remember any of it and there was no indication of anythig happening out of the ordinary on their bodies. The only thing both noticed was how horney both of them seemed once they returned home.
Dirk, Shawn and Hazir laughed teasing them that they were on their honeymoon since they disappeared into their hut very often and the sounds gave away what they were doing.
The Count's new enterprise proved to be much more profitable then the manimal bouts. The training program was minimal and the reward was fairly quick as more and more of his Pleasure Palace's were opened and word spread about the new impressive service the Count was providing for a reasonable price.