Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2007 05:09:08 +0000 From: white collar Subject: Office Boy - Part 5 Author: white collar Subject: Office Boy (M/M, B&D) Date: Revised: November 2007 I wish to clarify something I stated in the first installment of this story regarding the ASSGM website. I stated that the ASSGM website had become a pay site and that is not entirely correct. JT Mitchcock, the capable and helpful manager of ASSGM from early on, and now the moderator of the ASSGM group, wrote me to ask that I correct the impression. I quote from his message to me: "ASSGM has been and remains a free Usenet service as well as a popular Yahoo story group. Control of the website, ASSGM (dot) com, as has been noted in prior posts to the group, was seized some years ago by third parties who, contrary to every request by the moderators, converted it to a pay site. We severed all ties to these people and the "official" site thereafter became ASSGM.net, operated by the moderators and free to anyone who was looking for the Usenet group's content. Very recently, the company hosting the ASSGM.net site has become defunct and the site has gone down, although we are making efforts to repair this problem. "In sum, I believe that you are doing a grave disservice to your readers by misrepresenting the free nature of ASSGM and mislabeling this as a commercial enterprise. I have to insist that you correct to your post that deletes this factually incorrect statement. Otherwise, we will have to address this to David, the Nifty administrator." JT was very helpful to me when I was trying to recover this story in its entirety since all I had were a few installments. I want to express my gratitude to him and I hope this puts things right. White Collar Any comments will be gladly received at white_collar@hotmail.com Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental. No real people are depicted in this piece of fiction. This story contains explicit male-to-male sex, domination and bondage. If you don't enjoy reading this sort of material or are under the age of 21, DO NOT CONTINUE READING. If you regard this type of material as depraved then flee from here and don't look back! The website cited in this story is a real website. This story is NOT to be taken as an endorsement of the materials found on that site. Caveat emptor. Office Boy -- Chapter 11 Troy slept at the foot of Jake's bed again that night. This time however, Jake put him in bonds. He bound his cock with a leather thong and wrapped the two-inch ball-stretcher around his scrotum. "We need to get you stretched out. I'll keep you in this most of the time for the next couple of weeks. That will push your sack down so that it's the right length for a boy." Then he buckled a wide leather belt around his waist. Hanging from the back of the belt was a hard leather cup of some sort. With the belt in place, Jake reached between Troy's legs and pulled the cup through. He locked it into place on the front of the belt with a small padlock. It held his bound genitals tightly in place without much room for "growth". "This isn't to keep you from touching yourself. I know you've learned not to do that unless I give you permission to. It's to teach you to control your responses. If you get a hard-on, believe me, you won't be happy." "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir" Troy responded, a little disconcerted. He wasn't at all sure that he could keep his cock from getting hard just by thinking about it. In fact, as he thought about it, tightly bound and locked against his body, he felt the blood rushing into it and causing it to swell against the cup, creating considerable discomfort. Jake was watching him and smiled as his slave wiggled and grimaced. "I told you you'd be unhappy. But you'll soon learn to give control of that thing between your legs to your master," he chuckled, swatting his boy hard on the butt. Next, Jake buckled a pair of leather manacles around his wrists and clipped these to the sides of the chastity belt. He certainly wasn't going to get this off by himself! Jake ordered him to kneel on his mattress. He managed to do so without the use of his hands, though not without some difficulty. Jake stood in front of him and fingered the chain around his neck. "You're a good boy. You're doing very well. My own boy. my only boy" he murmured as he ran his finger around the chain. His blue eyes seemed to focus elsewhere. In a moment he seemed to come back to himself. "Pull down my briefs and suck my cock" he ordered. Troy eagerly grabbed the waistband of Jake's briefs with his teeth and attempted to pull them down. It took a couple of tries before he finally got them clear of his Master's swelling cock, but at last he was successful. He licked the tool before him, running his tongue up the ridge on the underside and Jake shuddered. Then Troy sucked the shaved balls into his mouth, rolling them around as he washed them with his tongue. Jake was groaning by now. Troy released his balls and sucked the length of Jake's rod into his throat, suppressing the urge to gag and burying his face in Jake's clipped bush. Troy bobbed his head, vacuuming the flesh each time he pulled back and then diving into the fragrant thatch of hair, losing himself in the smell, humming around Jake's rigid flesh. Jake groaned and sank back onto his bed as Troy held onto his cock, not wanting to let it go. As Jake lay on the bed, he reached for Troy's tits and gently rubbed and kneaded them. This had the desired effect: Troy sucked more vigorously, even though his jaw and tongue were beginning to ache and his neck was getting tired. And his own cock was swelling inside the cup that imprisoned him. This was really tough! He enjoyed giving Jake head so much that he couldn't help himself. But it was quite uncomfortable. So he tried concentrating on giving Jake all his attention and forgetting his own erection. And as he worked at his task, the pressure on his cock and balls began to subside. He tasted the pre-cum that was, by now, flowing from Jake's slit. Then Jake began thrusting into the mouth that was enveloping his manhood as his breathing sped up. Troy felt him getting closer and sped up his bobbing.. Finally, Jake grabbed his head and, burying his cock in his throat, shot his load down Troy's gullet. Jake collapsed on the bed, still holding onto Troy's head. At last he let go and slid his prick out of his boy's mouth. Troy milked it as it slipped past his tongue. He needed the taste of Jake's cum as much as he needed his smell. The ambrosia coated his eager tongue and he savored its bitter-salty tang. "Clean me up boy" Jake ordered. Troy eagerly licked the cum off his dick and cleaned the spit and cum off of his trimmed bush. "What do you say boy?" "Thank you Sir. I enjoyed that Sir." "It's nice you did. But whether or not you enjoyed it isn't the point is it boy?" "No Sir. But I did Sir." "OK. Let's finish preparations and get to bed." "Sir?" "Yes boy?" "Sir, I need to go to the bathroom." "OK. Come on." Jake pulled him up from the floor and led him to the bathroom, using one of his tits for a handle, since his cock was bound in the chastity belt. Jake unlocked the cup, pulled Troy to the toilet and stood behind him. He took Troy's cock in his hands and pointed it into the toilet. "OK boy; get on with it." Troy blushed and strained in an attempt to release his sphincter but his effort was fruitless. "Sir, I don't think I can. I I'm pee-shy." "Well you'd better get over it boy, because this is the way it's going to be!" "Yes Sir." Troy truly felt humiliated by this: he felt like a little boy who couldn't control his own bodily functions. This was so intimate; so private. But here was his master, holding his cock for him to urinate. And his cock started to rise. Jake slapped his cock and said "You'd better tend to business boy and get on with it. I'm going to bed in a few minutes and you are too. If you haven't taken a leak and you wet your bed, there'll be hell to pay tomorrow!" Troy tried thinking of things like cold running streams and drinking lots of water as his stung dick throbbed. Finally, his sphincter loosened and the piss flowed. When he was finished, Jake milked the remnants out and shook the drops off. Then he locked the cup back in place, and, once again, pulled Troy back to the bedroom by the tit. "I'm going to have to get this thing pierced. It'll be a hell of a lot easier to work with" he muttered as he dragged Troy along behind him. Back in the bedroom he ordered Troy to lie down on the mattress. Then he told him to open his mouth. As he did, Jake slipped a small cock-gag between his teeth and buckled it behind his head. Lastly, he put leather manacles on his ankles, separated by a foot-long chain. "Don't want you wandering around during the night" he said and slapped Troy's ass-cheek. "Oh, I almost forgot." Jake took a small object out of his night-stand and slipped it into Troy's palm. "This is a buzzer. Since you can't talk, you can call me with this. But you'd better have a real good reason to wake me up! Do you understand boy?" Troy nodded and voiced his assent. Jake covered Troy with a blanket and climbed into his own bed, turning off the light as he settled down. Troy was listening to Jake's breathing as he drifted off himself. It was dark and quiet when Troy awoke from a dream. He'd been dreaming he was being chased into a narrow cave and he couldn't move. He tried to reach his face and realized that his hands were locked at his sides. He started to panic! He couldn't move his arms; he could barely move his legs because of the shackles and chains. He broke into a sweat and began to thrash about. Then he felt the buzzer in his hand and was going to press it. Then he remembered what Jake had told him: he'd better have a good reason to wake his master up! He lay still. "I can do this" he thought. "I can get through this. Nothing will happen to me. Jake won't let me be hurt. Just be calm. Just lie still and go back to sleep. It's OK. It's OK." He lay there a long time, listening to Jake's deep, comforting breathing and the clock beside the bed as it ticked the minutes away. Finally, he faded off to sleep. Office Boy -- Chapter 12 Troy felt a nudge in his side and opened his eyes. Jake was standing there beside his mattress. "Come on. It's time to get up. We have work to do." Jake pulled him to his feet. He detached the chain from the shackles holding his slaveboy's ankles and pulled him to the bathroom by the tit. Every time his Master grabbed his swollen, hardening nipples, the slaveboy felt the shiver of that erotic thrill slide up and down his spine. In the bathroom, Jake unlocked the cup holding his cock against his abdomen. He moved him over to the toilet and held his dick, aiming it at the bowl. "Hurry up. I have things to do!" Jake slapped his butt and pressed his fingers into the underside of his cock and balls and pressed on his bladder. Once again, in his humiliation, Troy thought about water. Before too long, he loosened up and was able to pee. Hopefully, this would get easier as he got used to having his dick held by his Master for reasons other than sex. When his bladder was empty, Jake squeezed him out and shook him off. Then he turned him around an pushed him onto the seat. "Can't forget to take care of the other business, can we? You sit here while I do my own stuff." As Troy sat there, waiting for nature to take its course, he watched Jake take out a safety razor from the drawer. He lifted his balls and drew the razor across the underside of his scrotum, holding the skin taut as he cleaned away the stubble. When he was finished with the back, he pulled his balls down and scrapped the front of his sack. From there, he moved on to the shaft of his cock. Holding it up against his belly, he shaved the underside and holding it to the left and the right as he cleaned away all signs of pubic hair on his genitals. When he was finished he ran his hands over the smooth surface, enjoying the silky feel of the denuded skin. Next, he shaved the growth from the cleavage where his legs met his torso so that no hair blurred the shape of the triangle above his cock. He took a small pair of scissors and trimmed any curls that were sticking up, leaving a neatly trimmed bush. Jake proceeded to perform his regular routine, shaving his face, brushing his teeth and doing the other morning chores. When he was finished, he turned back to Troy, who was still seated on the toilet. "Well, my boy, are you all finished? Let me see." Troy blushed deeply in his profound humiliation. He still wasn't used to being treated like a slave or an animal. Jake pulled him from the seat and made him bend to expose his asshole. Jake wiped his ass, flushed the toilet and slapped his cheeks. "Good boy! Now let's do your enema." Jake pulled him over to the tub and pushed him to his knees and then bent him over the edge of the tub. He put a narrow nozzle on the telephone shower and shoved it into Troy's rectum. Warm water flowed in as Jake massaged his belly, forcing the water up into his gut. "Good boy. That's a good boy. We'll get you all cleaned up and we'll be ready for today's lessons." After the allotted time, Jake allowed Troy to release the enema into the bidet. He dried his ass and took him back to the bedroom. There, he removed the shackles from his legs, unbuckled his hands and the gag. Troy exercised his stiff jaw, but not before croaking out "Thank you Sir." Finally, Jake removed the chastity belt. "Now let's get you shaved." Jake shaved Troy's balls, cleaning away the stubble that had grown since his first stripping. He shaved the shaft of his cock and stripped away the hair at the junction of his thighs and his pubes. He made Troy lift one foot onto the counter so that his perineum was exposed and shaved the hair away between his balls and his anus. Then he took the scissors and trimmed away the curls of his bush. Now he too, had a neat inverted triangle at the point of which was the inverted exclamation point of his cock and balls. "Now, one more thing before breakfast." "Yes Sir." Troy stood in the submissive position, legs spread, hands behind his back, head bowed. Jake took a five pound weight which he attached to the ball-stretcher on Troy's sack. Then he let it swing. Troy groaned from the weight distending his scrotum. "Ohhhhh. Thank you Sir." "Now we're ready for breakfast. When you sit on your stool, make sure that the weight is dangling. We need to stretch those balls down so that I can take you back to the club for your `coming out'." "Sir?" "Yes boy?" "I'm sorry Sir, but I thought I'd already come out." "Well in one way you have, but I'll have to `show' you, so to speak, at the club. The other members will want to see that I'm training you properly and will want the opportunity to try you out for themselves. Kind of a final acceptance." "I see Sir. Thank you Sir." Troy sat on his stool, wearing only his chain collar and the ball-stretcher with the weight attached. He was aware of the strange sensation of his naked perineum pressed against the seat. He glanced down at his balls resting on the stool and thought they seemed lower than they had been before. He also noticed that his tits seemed to always be erect now. Before Jake had taken him, his nipples would usually be fairly flat, pulled back into the aureoles. Now they seemed to be permanently pointed. He liked it! Strangely, even though he was coming to accept his place as Jake's "boy", he felt more like a man than he ever had. This was where his life had purpose and meaning. He knew he would never have been so contented if Jake hadn't chosen him. He glanced up shyly at him, drank in his magnificence and went back to his cereal. When they'd finished eating, Jake ordered him to wash the dishes and report to the training room in five minutes. He hurriedly washed up and cleaned up the kitchen and scooted down the hall. In the training room, he found Jake clad only in a yellowed jock-strap. Troy's mouth started to water as he drank in his furry chest and belly and the well-defined musculature of his master. He fell to his knees in front of him and thrust his nose into the yellowed mesh of his strap, inhaling the aroma that first bound him to this man. His Master pulled him to his feet, lifted his arms and inhaled the slight fragrance from his armpits. He licked the stubbled hair and chewed on the tender skin. Troy groaned and slumped against Jake's supporting strength. As Troy's head began to swim from the smell and the arousal, Jake pushed him over to the St. Andrew's cross. He stood with his back to it. Jake shackled his wrists to the top and his ankles to the bottom. This permitted the weight that was still attached to his balls to swing free, reminding him again of its presence. "How does the weight feel boy? Getting used to it?" "Yes Sir. I can feel it pulling Sir." "Good. That's what we want. Your balls should hang slightly below the head of your cock when you're soft. That's called rantallion and we consider it the mark of a good member. You have a bit more to go." Troy glanced down and saw that his balls were now almost down to the head of his cock. But that was with the weight on. He knew they'd pull back some when it was removed. So yes, he had a bit more to go! "Now I want to build your tits up. I like a boy with nice big, soft, pointed tits." Jake went over to the cabinet and brought back a pump and some plastic tubing. These he placed on a cart next to Troy's cross. Then he went and picked up a bottle of mineral oil and some petroleum jelly. "This is one of the best ways I know of for building up tits," Jake said. He took two hard plastic tubes that were flared at one end and had some sort of release mechanisms on the other. He smoothed some jelly around the flared end of each. Then he squirted a little mineral oil on his finger. This he rubbed on Troy's nipples, circling the aureoles and tweaking the points. Troy inhaled sharply at the sensation that never ceased to excite him. Then Jake attached one of the hard tubes to the flexible tubing on the pump. He placed the flared end against Troy's nipple and pumped. The tube attached itself to Troy's tit and sucked it inside. When the nipple was distended about half an inch into the hard plastic suction tube, Jake released the flexible tubing from the end. Troy looked down at his very swollen tit and realized what Jake was doing. He was going to permanently distend his tits. And this would make them much easier to work with, in addition to making them very sexy. Jake repeated the operation on his other tit. "This will give you a great pair of titties. I like a boy with big tits. Nothing sexier." "Sir?" "Yes boy?" "When my tits are bigger, would you..?" "What is it boy?" "I. I never thought I'd want this before. I couldn't understand it. But now I know I want it for myself - for you." "Want what?" "Sir, I. I'd like you to pierce me. I'd like to wear your ring in my tit." "I think I can accommodate you on that. In another couple of weeks you should be well on your way to permanent nipple erection. And it would certainly be nice to have a tit ring at your coming out. The other members will be duly impressed." "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir." "In case you're wondering why I'm not at work today, I have two weeks off to get you ready. And you now report completely to me. There'll be times when I'll take you into the office, but your principal job is to keep me satisfied. For that, the company will continue to pay your wages. Your salary's being deposited into an interest-bearing account to take care of your future needs, or if, at some point, you should decide that you're no longer interested in being my boy..." "Oh no Sir, I can't imagine that ever happening." "Well, you never know. So you don't need to be concerned about financial matters. Later, we'll go over to your apartment and cancel your lease and put your things into storage." "Yes Sir, thank you Sir... Sir?" "Yes boy." "May I ask a question?" Jake studied him for a moment. "Yes boy. As long as it doesn't require a long answer. We have things to do today." "Yes Sir. I don't think it will. Is Mr. Scarpelli a member of the club? Does the company know about the club?" "Ah, yes, it would be helpful if I explained a little of that to you. The company, you see, IS the club. We're founded on the idea that men can be bound together in service and succeed in a competitive world. It's sort of like the military, with some slight modifications. We believe that, as long as we maintain the appropriate level of discipline and the level of commitment we have to our ideals of bonding and service, that we can provide a marketable line of products and remain a viable company. So, someone like you, who is assigned the role of serving me contributes to the greater good of the company. Do you understand?" "I. I think so Sir. But what about Mr. Scarpelli? Do you serve him?" "I serve him in a different way. I'm not his boy, but I'm bound to him. I provide support to him principally in the business arena. He can, of course, ask me to serve him in other ways, from time to time, just as I can ask Adam. And we're bound to respond and provide what is asked, as long as it's within the guidelines and the discipline. That's what it means to be a member of the club." "But who's the head of the club" "Why Mr. Wainwright, of course. He founded the club twenty years ago, based on his interpretation of the history of Spartan society. He thought it was a workable solution and decided to try an experiment in real life. He set about creating a company based on Spartan principles where the underlings owed their loyalty to the lord. So far, he's been proven right. We're very successful." "Yes Sir, I can see that. I know I like my position," the slaveboy grinned. "OK, let's get back to work here." Jake took a bag of clothes pins from the cart. He pinched a fold of skin in Troy's armpit and attached a clothes-pin to it. He sucked in his breath as the pin gripped his flesh. His Master proceeded to attach more pins to the fold of skin. Then he repeated the procedure with the other armpit. Next, he attached a line of pins to the ridge of flesh on the underside of Troy's cock and continued along the perineum behind his stretched ball-sack. It was quite uncomfortable, but somehow, his cock didn't seem to mind. It just got harder. Jake removed the suction tubes from Troy's nipples which were now sticking out about three- eighths of an inch from his pecs. He wiped them off with a tissue and bent and chewed on his boy's right tit while he kneaded the left one with his hand. Troy threw his head back and groaned from the pleasure and the pain, which were now inextricably intertwined in his mind. It was like Jake had told him before: pleasure is pain; pain is pleasure. Jake chewed, sucked and licked the swollen nipples. Troy's cock was throbbing. Presently, Jake rubbed more mineral oil into his tits and reattached the suction tubes. "It helps to accelerate the growth if you give them a little rest between sets. They start to increase in size because the tissue stretches and expands." Jake gently ran his hands along the lines of clothes pins, making them quiver like leaves in a breeze. The discomfort this caused, Troy found very arousing. He'd never thought of his armpits as being sensitive to sexual stimulation, but he now realized that there were probably a lot of things he'd never thought of as erotic that his teacher would show him. He had a lot to learn about himself and about men, in general. He'd had such a conventional, straight-laced upbringing. He wished he'd discovered these things when he was younger. But then, he wouldn't have had the joy of being Jake's boy and pupil! Jake walked over to his tool bench and came back with a riding crop. "You will learn very quickly to love this and hate it. This is one of my favorite instruments." Jake held it up in front of Troy's face. "Kiss it" he ordered. Troy craned his neck forward and kissed the piece of rawhide on the end. Immediately, Jake slashed it down on his cock. Troy howled at the acute, searing pain. "Count boy!" "One" "One what boy?" "One Sir, thank you Sir." "That's better" he said and whipped the tip of his dick again. "Two Sir, thank you Sir!" Troy yelled. Jake alternated between Troy's cock and the front and sides of his thighs. He couldn't tell where Master would strike next. His thighs were turning bright red and his poor cock was red and throbbing, both from the pain and the arousal. By the time he'd counted out fifteen strokes, he was sobbing. When he reached twenty-five strokes Jake put down the crop. Troy sagged down, supported only by his wrists. This left his armpits exposed, with the clothes pins gripping the taut flesh. Jake began to roughly pull the pins off. As the blood rushed back into the abused nerve-endings, the pain seemed unbearable. Troy was writhing against his bonds now and crying out. "Please Sir, p-p-pleeeease. Stop, please stop!" But Jake just kept up his torment. When all of the pins were removed, Jake released Troy's wrists from the shackles. He slumped to his knees, trying to catch his breath and bring himself under control. His cock was rock-hard and dribbling pre-cum on the floor. Jake brought a strange looking tool over to where he knelt. It had a handle like a pair of pliers, but it had four thin tips with a rubber band around them. Jake pulled the suction cups off his swollen tits and opened the jaws of the tool. He pressed it against Troy's chest, covering his right nipple. Then, he released the handle which allowed the jaws to close. The rubber band slid off of the tool and constricted around the puffy tit, preventing the blood from flowing back out. Troy hissed sharply at the pain. Jake then repeated the action with his left nipple. "Look down at your chest" Jake commanded him. Troy lowered his eyes and saw that his nipples were sticking out a good three-eighths of an inch from his chest. They were swollen and puffy with the blood trapped in them by the rubber bands Jake had placed around them. Jake bent and dipped his fingers into the slick pre-cum on the floor and used it to knead Troy's sensitive cones. Troy rolled his head back and groaned. It was as though he had two little dicks sticking out of his chest. He nearly came right then! Jake saw his throbbing cock and barked "Don't you dare come! You don't have permission." Troy willed himself to focus on the pain at his chest, rather than on the erotic pleasure. His cock stopped throbbing just short of the point of no return. "Usually, this device is used for putting these bands on the sacs of young bulls to slowly geld them. But we've found another use for it. It's great for keeping pumped tits big for a longer period of time, and so speeding up the growth. By the end of next week, you'll have great tits and you'll be ready for piercing. You want that, don't you boy?" "Yes Sir, thank you Sir" Troy groaned, as Jake squeezed his sensitive, sore nipples. Jake hauled Troy to his feet by his nipples, causing him to cry out in pain. Then Jake unlocked the shackles around his legs and pulled him over to the stirrup table. He pushed him onto the table on his back and placed his feet in the stirrups. The weight still stretching his scrotum hung off the edge of the table, maintaining the downward pull designed to permanently lower his balls. But Jake didn't bind him in place this time. "I'm going to work you over and fuck you and I expect you to accept it. That's why I'm not binding you. You must keep your feet in place and not move your hands through your own will. Do you understand?" "Yes Sir, thank you Sir." Jake went to the equipment board and returned with a cat. He held the handle of it up to Troy's mouth. Troy kissed it and said "Thank you Sir." Jake began slowly and gently, laying strokes on his abdomen, chest, armpits and groin. With each stroke, Troy counted as was expected: "One Sir, thank you Sir." Jake began to pick up speed and increased the force behind his blows, now using his whole arm. "Twelve Sir, thank you Sir" Troy yelled. Soon, Jake was putting his whole body behind the stroke. Every few strokes one landed squarely on his distended nipples, causing excruciating pain. "Twenty-eight Sir, thank you Sir". Troy's voice was ragged by now and his belly, chest, armpits and cock were glowing cherry-red. Also, his cock was stiff as a piece of iron and was leaking pre- cum, which pooled in his navel. When Jake reached thirty-five strokes, he laid down the cat. He greased his own engorged cock and thrust it into Troy's hole with a single push. Troy screamed at the sudden, searing pain. But Jake didn't give him time to adjust. He just began thrusting. Troy lay there, grunting and whimpering from the pressure and the pain. He had to force himself not to try to push Jake away. But he also wanted him too much to try to force him out. He wanted him more than he hated the pain. Then his sphincter began to relax around the rod filling him. The look of anguish on his face was replaced by one of desire. His grunts turned into groans and he clamped his anus around Jake's cock, trying to pull him in ever deeper. Jake was looking into his eyes. "Pinch my nipples boy. Use your hands for something." Troy was excited to have permission to touch Jake's magnificent body. He reached up and pulled on the cones sticking through the forest of hair. Jake moaned and thrust even harder. His breath was coming in gasps. He was reaching the point of no return. "Harder. Pinch harder" he gasped and Troy twisted and pinched his tits as hard as he could. Jake's thrusts became very rapid as his balls slapped against Troy's thighs. Moaning as he reached his climax, Jake cried "Come!" and Troy, who was on the very edge himself, exploded all over his own belly as Jake filled his gut with jism. Jake collapsed on top of Troy. Both their chests were heaving. Troy could still feel the rod that impaled him and he squeezed it gratefully with his muscles. "Thank you Sir" he whispered. "Thank you for fucking me." Jake pushed himself up and looked into Troy's blue eyes with his own. Troy wanted to turn away from the intensity of his gaze, but he couldn't bring himself to look away from those eyes that were even bluer than his own and held him in their thrall. Jake leaned down and savagely kissed him, invading his mouth with his probing tongue. Troy felt Jake's beard abrading his skin and returned the kiss, sucking on his tongue as hard as he could. Jake grabbed his hair and pulled him even closer. Part 13 Jake had been training Troy for a week-and-a-half now. Three times each day, Jake would use the pump on his tits. Then, when they were large and plump, he'd band them and leave them swollen for an hour or so. His nipples were now much larger than they ever had been; the size of pencil erasers. They were usually soft, but when Jake would do his training, the blood would rush into them and they were just as hard as erasers. And he loved to work them and work them hard. He had also kept a ball-stretcher with a pound of buckshot sewn into it around Troy's balls day and night. His balls now hung below the head of his flaccid cock. Jake loved to bat them around during training sessions and Troy loved the feel of their swing and the touch of the silky, denuded sack against his thigh and the ache that ran up from his balls into his abdomen when Jake tortured his balls, pulling and squeezing them. Troy had also learned to control his ejaculations so that he only came when Jake gave him permission. Jake would whip him or paddle him or pull him across his lap and spank him with his bare hand. Then, as the beating progressed; when his butt was red hot, Jake would order him to come and he'd shoot. He liked it best when Jake spanked him. Jake would pull him across his naked, hairy thighs, with Troy's cock caught between Jake's legs. Troy loved the feel of Jake's legs, of Jake's erect cock poking him in the stomach and his hand on his ass. It wasn't hard to come when he was ordered to; it was hard to hold off: but he'd learned how to. Jake told him he was turning into an ace slave that he would be proud to present to the club. He could take a good deal of punishment now and he did as he was told without complaining or hesitation. After that morning's routine of peeing (while Jake held him; he had no problems doing that now), enema, shaving and cock and ball binding, Troy was putting his mind in gear for another session. But Jake said "Get dressed. We're going downtown." Troy looked at him, startled. It would be the first time he'd been out of the apartment since Jake began his training. He wasn't expecting to go anywhere yet. He wasn't sure how it would feel to leave the safety of what had become his home. "Well don't just stand there staring. I gave you an order!" "Yes Sir, I'm sorry Sir. Right away, Sir..." Troy hesitated. "But Sir?" "Yes, boy, what is it?" "Sir. I don't have any clothes. Except what I wore when I arrived here." "Go into the bedroom. You'll find some clothes on your bed." Troy hurried off to the bedroom, and there on the bed were the clothes Jake had laid out for him. There was a pair of jeans, a tee-shirt and a new pair of boots. And of course, a pair of athletic socks. In fact, they were his old athletic socks. He held them up to his nose and found, to his immense pleasure, that they'd not been washed since the last time he'd worn them. He breathed deep the smell of male sweat and was immediately lost in pheromone bliss. His mind drifted back to that first day when Jake claimed him through his own smell and powerful pheromones, those irresistible components that enslaved his mind and his body. He remembered the diaper Jake made him wear and his overwhelming desire to please Jake. Anything, just so that he wouldn't be separated from this man. He was lost in a fantasy of the feel and smell of Jake's feet on his face and body; of Jake's toes pinching his tits and the lust that rose in him. As he dreamed, his bound cock rose in response and began to drool. "Who gave you permission to get hard?" Jake's angry voice immediately brought him back to reality. "I.. I'm sorry Sir. I smelled my socks. I got carried away. Please Sir." "Please nothing. You'll pay for getting hard without my permission and for holding me up. Now get moving. The cab's waiting" Jake growled and smacked Troy's semi-hard dick. Troy knew better than to cry out at the stinging pain. "Yes Sir" was all he said, and quickly dressed and pulled on the boots. He followed Jake, who was similarly dressed, out the door. In the cab, Jake sat silently, looking out the window. Troy knew better than to speak. He sat quietly, his head lowered, staring at Jake's strong hands. Those hands never ceased to arouse him. They were hands that he'd come to know intimately. They often made hard contact with his bare butt. They frequently wielded a whip or a paddle. They applied suction tubes or clamps to his tits. Occasionally, they stroked face or played over his body like a soft, warm breeze. How he loved those hands. Especially, because they belonged to Jake; the one he'd come to love. His man, His master! When they reached the Village, Jake gave the driver an address. The cab pulled up in front of what looked to be a store. But there were no signs on the curtained windows indicating what kind of establishment it was. They got out and Jake paid the driver. Then he opened the door and walked in. Troy followed behind him, his eyes on Jake's feet. He ventured a glance around the shop as the door closed and the entry bell rang. All he saw were curtained cubicles lining the back wall. A well-proportioned, middle-aged man came out from the back of the shop. Jake spoke to him in low tones, which Troy couldn't quite make out. The two of them glanced at Troy and Jake motioned him over. "Let's go. Into that cubicle." Jake motioned toward one of the curtained little rooms. The man held the curtain aside and they went in. There was a table against the wall that looked like a doctor's examination table. "Take your shirt off and climb up" the man ordered him. "Yes sir" Troy responded. He looked at Jake who nodded. Jake removed his shirt and climbed up on the table. As he sat there, he felt a little chilled as a breeze passed over his damp skin. He realized he was sweating from the anxiety of not knowing what was going to happen. But he thought he had an idea. The hair on his chest had grown back some in the last week-and-a half. It wasn't yet the soft coating he remembered it being before, but you now could see that he'd been blessed with a furry chest. The man ran his hands over Troy's pecs, pinched the cones of his nipples and murmured appreciatively. "Very nice. Nice definition. Good points. This won't be hard." He pulled out a small black suction cup and instructed Troy to lick it. Then he applied it to Troy's right nipple. "It'll take a few minutes to swell" he said and left the cubicle. Jake followed him out, closing the curtain after himself. Troy began to tremble. He knew what was coming. He'd never done anything like this before. A couple of his buddies in his former life had had an ear pierced. Of course, they were full of macho bravado and made nothing of it. "Piece of cake" they'd say, "nothing to it." But this wasn't an ear lobe. Troy was very aware of the sensitivity of his by now, well-developed tits. He wasn't at all sure this would be a "piece of cake". Jake and the proprietor returned. Jake gave Troy a form, asked him to read it and sign at the bottom. It was a medical release form. Troy looked it over and signed it. The shop owner laid out a towel and a plastic package on the table next to Troy. He also put down a bottle of disinfectant. "Are you ready?" he asked Troy. Troy looked at Jake who looked into his eyes and nodded. Troy took a deep breath and nodded to the man. The man then went to work, moving quickly. He buckled a leather cuff around Troy's right hand and fastened it to a hook over Troy's head. He put on latex gloves and then wet a swab with the disinfectant, pulled open the plastic package and placed the contents on the towel. They consisted of a large needle and a block of plastic with a conical impression in it. He then produced a gold ring with an opening. Next to the ring, he placed a small pair of what looked like pliers with rubber tips on the jaws.. He gripped this ring in the pliers and dipped it into the disinfectant and laid it on the towel. Then he reached up and pulled the suction cup off Troy's right tit. He wiped the swollen brown cone with disinfectant, placed the plastic block against it so that Troy's swollen nipple was half-surrounded by the conical impression. Then he picked up the needle. Jake was standing next to the man. "Now!" the man exclaimed. Jake pulled Troy's mouth open, pushed a padded dowel between his jaws, and closed them. At that instant, Troy felt a searing pain radiating from his chest. He saw flashes of light and howled through his clenched jaws. His right arm involuntarily jerked to protect himself, but was restrained by the cuff attached to the strong hook. Jake was holding his left arm with his right and Troy grasped at his bicep in the pain. As the intense pain faded into a dull ache, Jake was stroking his head and whispering into his ear: "Just one more time boy. Just one more time. Do me proud. Be my strong boy. Hold on. Hold onto me." Troy didn't know what was coming but he gripped Jake's arm with his left hand. The man pulled the needle, which was piercing his tit, away from his chest. The pain was unbelievable. Tears streamed down his face and he sobbed as he gripped Jake's arm. Then, just as suddenly, the sharp pain stopped. Again, all he felt was the dull ache. Jake wiped his face and soothed him as he caught his breath. When he looked down at his chest, he saw that the proprietor had inserted the gold ring into his tit and was using the pliers to close the gap. "This is my gift to you boy; the ring you asked for. This marks you as mine. You're my slave till death do us part. My own boy. My Troy." Jake stroked his face and brushed the hair back from his forehead. Troy looked into his deep blue eyes and tears welled up in his own. Tears of joy. "Thank you Sir. I'll never leave you or let you down. Thank you Sir." And Jake leaned over a kissed him. To be continued.