Sex Toy Enslavement

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This story is fiction...........I think.

As the story continues we'll be dropping in on several scenes at a time so I'm providing a list of characters for quick and easy reference. As they become involved in the story you can quickly scroll up to remember who they are in case you come across a number which may not be as easy to remember as a name. If you don't find the character listed here, then he was just introduced to the story below and will be in the list for the next chapter.

115 (Matt Forest): 23 yo, 6'2", 195, 9" uncut, Anglo, athletic build, blond hair and blue eyes, straight, single unattached guy getting his life started. (Wearing ball weights)

The Doctor: 41yo, 6'1", 185, Anglo, well defined, short salt and pepper hair and blue eyes, sadist that has developed a way to profit from his sadism.

Trainer: 37yo, 6'4", 215, 10" uncut, Anglo/Latino, muscular but not bulky, dark hair and eyes, sadist that has worked for the Doctor for years running his training stable, hoping to become a partner.

Mr. Watts: 31yo, 5'11", 170, 7" cut, Anglo, athlectic build, dark hair and brown eyes, loves his job scouting for new slaves.

99: 22 yo, 5'8", 175, 6" cut, Anglo, muscular, dark hair and blue eyes, straight, captive for 6 months.

101: 21 yo, 6'4", 225, 12" uncut, Black, heavily musceled, black hair and brown eyes, straight, captive 5 1/2 months.

103: 23 yo, 6'2", 195, 8" uncut, Latino, tall slender and well defined, black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive just over

5 months.

104: 22 yo, 6'2", 190, 7" cut, Anglo, swimmer's build, brown hair and eyes, gay, captive just under 5 months.

105: 24 yo, 5'8", 165, 6" cut, Iranian, slighter build but very well defined, black hair and eyes, straight, captive 4 1/2

months. (Wearing ball weights)

107: 19 yo, 5'9", 165, 8" uncut, Latino (Captured illegal), athletic build, brown hair and eyes, straight, captive 3 1/2

months. (Wearing ball weights)

109: 23 yo, 6'1", 190, 10" uncut, Black (Ebony), slightly muscular and well defined, straight, captive just over 2 months.

112: 21 yo, 6', 180, 9" cut, Anglo (darkly handsome features), athletic build and well defined with attractive body hair, straight, captive about 6 weeks.

113: 24 yo, 6', 190, 5" cut, Asian, slender but muscular build, black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive almost 1 month. (Wearing ball weights)

Bosses:

Murphy: 32 yo, 6'2", 200, 7.5" uncut, Anglo, muscular, dark features and hairy chest, straight, employed 3 years.

Willis: 33 yo, 6'1", 205, 7" cut, Black, muscular, black hair and eyes, gay, employed 3.5 years.

Martin: 31 yo, 6'3", 215, 8" uncut, Anglo, very muscular, lt. brown hair and green eyes, straight, employed 2.5 years.

Samuels: 34 yo, 6'2", 205, 8" cut, Anglo, muscular, blond hair and green eyes, gay, employed 2 years.

Jackson: 33 yo, 6'4", 210, 8" uncut, Anglo, very muscular, brown and brown, straight, employed 3 years.

Holt (XX): 28 yo, 6'2", 200, 7.5 " uncut, Anglo, muscular, blond hair and blue eyes, straight, employed 1 year.

Sex Toy Enslavement Chapter 10

Part 1

The next few days were as busy as any the Doctor and Trainer could remember, and what made it worse, much of the work they were doing they had to keep completely to themselves or else leaks could occur that they could ill afford. The Doctor prepared to meet Watts at the airport and pickup the new slave. At the same time, Trainer interviewed a young man that he felt could assist in the training and care of Holt (XX). He was glad that he kept a small reserve of people he had already interviewed for possible positions at the compound. This young man's name was Williams, and he hadn't impressed Trainer enough for a full time position, so he decided he would use him on this special project. He explained to Williams that the nature of this project was a little different. That he would be working directly under the Doctor and himself. He wouldn't have any contact with any of the other slaves or personnel in the compound, which seemed strange to him, until Trainer explained there was a lot at stake on this project, and they'd looked for someone they felt could handle it. They were afraid if any of the other Bosses found out about it, they would demand to be able to participate since this project was going to be so lucrative. The idea that he could share in a lucrative project as long as he kept it away from the other Bosses was all he needed. Williams was hooked. Trainer brought him in within a couple of days so he could start getting the old space opened up again and ready for use. There was also some new equipment that needed to be installed, and Williams could help oversee that.

Trainer was very pleased that he was on schedule for taking in Holt. He'd already spent some time developing a training program for him. He knew this was going to be difficult, and that Holt would be very resistant, but he also knew that he was exceptionally good at what he did, and Holt was, finally, just another man that needed to be broken to slavery. The fact that he had a history with this man didn't really change that dynamic. Trainer kept reminding himself how important it would be to remember that fact during the first part of the training. Actually. within a couple of days, he had gotten so involved in the planning that he found himself getting a little anxious to go ahead and take Holt. He was planning a scenario for that, and he was becoming more and more confident it could work well. Of course part of the motivation was the million dollars he would be getting once Mr. Y took possession of Holt (XX), but another part, and this surprised Trainer a bit, was a sense that he was going to enjoy this.

Of course, Holt was only one of his issues. He had to get the compound ready for another slave. That always took some extra work and preparation, and this time was no exception. He talked with Murphy, one of his senior Bosses, and told him that he would be depending a little more on him for the next few weeks. Murphy of course, was delighted that Trainer felt he could be trusted with additional responsibility, because he felt that eventually that would translate into more money.

Trainer also had to start getting 104 ready for his new life as a she/he. The Doctor had explained that Mr. X wanted breast implants and some rather unusual tattooing work. While the Doctor wanted to get the implants taken care of soon, there was simply no way to fit it in for a few more days, but that didn't mean that other details couldn't be addressed. Trainer instructed all the Bosses that from now on, 104 was to be referred to in femine terms only. It was interesting that the only one who verbalized a response was Holt, who said, "I've always called that bitch a bitch so it won't take any extra work to remember that," but Trainer found himself thinking, don't worry, you'll only have to remember it for a few more days, then laughed to himself while it looked like he was laughing with Holt.

Trainer also had to make time to begin extensive electrolysis on 104, as X had ordered that she was to have no hair below her eyes, and he was debating about removing even that. However, he didn't want it shaved, he wanted it gone. The fact that such work was fairly painful didn't seem to concern him in the least.

Additionally, the Doctor supplied Trainer with hormone supplements that 104 would begin immediately. The only real change that 104 noticed were the high heels. All of a sudden his life became much more difficult because he now had to go through most of the day in high heels. The other thing that really bothered him was that all of a sudden everyone was referring to him as a girl, all the time, not just some of the time as they always had. That fact, after his time with Mr. X was really scaring him. Needless to say, neither the Doctor or Trainer felt she needed to know anything at this point, either about the sale or the coming transformation. What difference would her knowing make? She would start figuring more of it out after the implants. Of course, neither one of them intended on telling her what the surgery was about, let her be surprised when she woke up.

Anyway, with all this going on, it seemed like it was Friday about 20 minutes after the conversation that the Doctor and Trainer had had several days before. The Doctor was preparing to leave with Watts to pick up the new slave, so Trainer needed to be ready to receive him at the compound. Samuels was going to drive the limo for the Doctor, which was another first, just one more detail that Trainer felt responsibility for..........DAMN.........it was actually going to be a release to be able to spend a few hours later beating the new slave, he found himself looking forward to it.

Part 2

Riley couldn't believe his good luck. Here he was, landing in Houston, Texas with the prospect of a great job. Finally, things were beginning to pay off for him. He'd been working his ass off for several years since dropping out of college, but it looked like he might finally be on his way. If he could start, even in a lower level management position in this guy's company, then he felt confident he could begin to climb that ladder of success. There was Watts now.............

"Hey, how was the flight? Hope you can get used to the warmer weather we have down here," he said jovially, but thought to himself, but since you'll be naked very soon and probably remain so for most of the rest of your life, it shouldn't be too bad for you, and continued to laugh and smile at Riley.

"A little change of plans Riley, the President of our corporation flew in here about twenty minutes ago. I hadn't realized he would be around, but we ran into each other. He's already waiting in his limo, but he said he'd love to meet you before we headed out to one of the sites........if you're interested."

"That would be great," the young man said, not believing his good luck, in Houston less than an hour, and he was already meeting the President of the corporation. Man, Fortune was smiling on him!

They went by baggage pick up to get his bags. Watts had told him to bring as much as he could now, as he said, "it would be less to go back for later." So Riley had pack three large bags and told his roommates he would contact them for the rest if he decided he wanted any of it. He didn't have any furniture, mostly just clothes, and he had most of those with him. He'd planned on making a success of this visit, after Watts had seemed so enthusiastic about his potential with the company. Watts was glad that he'd brought as much as he could, it would help when they piled it all up in the room in front of him.

When they got to the limo, Watts and Riley set the bags by the car as Watts said, "You can just get in for a minute to visit with the President, then we'll be on our way." As he bent over to say hello and get in, extending his hand to the gentleman seated in the back, he felt something hard jab him in the ribs, at the same time the gentleman pulled him inside the vehicle and he felt a needle jab him in his thigh.

"What the fuc.............," was about all he got out before he was enveloped in darkness. Samuels quickly put the bags in the trunk, got back in the car, and the whole operation took about four minutes. From the curb, it looked like anyone being picked up at the airport by friends. Afterall, this wasn't the first time they had done this.

The Doctor knew the slave would be out for about two hours, and groggy for about half an hour after that. That gave them plenty of time to get back to the compound in the warehouse district to begin to introduce this slave to his new life. Watts still didn't know if he was going to get him for his first night, but he was hopeful.

As they got back to the district they headed for the two buildings the Doctor owned. They were almost identical, and in fact, one ran a legitimate warehouse operation. The second one was even used for overflow sometimes, but it wasn't the kind of place where people really paid that much attention to what was going on. That was one of the features of the area that the Doctor had liked best when he found it years earlier. Samuels drove the limo into the building as the door raised, then the door lowered behind it. There were other vehicles on this level because this was where most of the people associated with this operation parked, but with over 50,000 square feet on this level, and three other levels like it, there was plenty of room.

In the privacy of the garage, Samuels stripped the boi and put his naked body on a flatbed dolly. He and Watts took the new arrival to the same room other new arrivals had been taken. It was similar to the room 115 and others had been beaten in, but the Doctor prefered this one for this purpose. Maybe it was because there was furniture and an exhibition platform for the slave, that always seemed to make them feel more uneasy. For whatever reason, the new arrival found himself coming to on that platform, in that room. His forearms were bracketed together behind his back, the Doctor always seemed to prefer that method of restraint, because it left so much of the body exposed........at least the parts of the body he like to play with. Riley was naked except for the temporary training collar around his neck.

"What the..................AAAAGGGGHHHH," he screamed as his neck seemed to catch on fire. He obviously couldn't reach it, but that didn't stop him from trying as he jerked his body around, vainly trying to free his arms.

"Hey, you...........AAAAGGGGHHHHH," he screamed again, as his neck was burned again.

"BE QUIET!!" the Doctor demanded. "I prefer that you should remain silent during this portion of your orientation," the Doctor said calmly, as he relaxed in a stuffed chair, also on the platform, in front of Riley. "Mr. Watts, if you please."

With that Watts grabbed Riley from behind, lifting him from under his armpits, and putting him on his knees in front of the Doctor. He'd done this enough before to know that this was the way the Doctor liked being seen at this stage. Relaxed, and in complete control. It was unnerving for the slaves.

"I don't know who"...........WHACK........he fell to the floor again, then his neck caught on fire again......AAAAGGGHHH!!

"BE QUIET I SAID," and for emphasis this time the Doctor nodded to Watts, who slapped the boi again. "We can go on like this until you've been beaten senselss, but there really is no need. You have questions, and I have answers, but you must remain silent for me to share them with you...........Mr. Watts, please."

Once again, Watts lifted Riley to his knees in front of the Doctor. He'd been hurt enough that they had his attention. He stayed quiet, and the Doctor began to speak. "I know you must be confused right now, so let me explain where you are and what has happened. You are in my slave training compound. This is where I train attractive young men, like yourself, to be pliable sex toys for my customers. Outside these walls you lived your miserable little life, you experienced what you thought of as freedom, when in fact you were a slave to a great many forces around you. You were a slave to the fact that you had to support yourself. You were a slave to the greater societal and economic forces around you. You were a slave to some of your own baser feelings and desires, but inside these walls you are simply, my slave. You may at first think of this as a loss of freedom, but I like to think of it as freeing yourself from so many other constraints so that you are free to do one thing very well, please another man sexually. Out side these walls you lived by the rules of society, inside these walls, you live by my rules. Your old life is over boi, and your new life is just beginning. One other thing, just in case you were wondering, you'll never be outside these walls again unless I choose to make it so."

Riley was stunned into silence by this little speech. He truly didn't know what to say as he found himself kneeling in the presence of evil, of insanity. However, he couldn't argue with the fact that there was nothing he could do about what was happening to him right now. He didn't know where he was, how he had gotten here, or if there was anyway of getting away from these mad men, but they had certainly demonstrated their willingness and ability to inflict whatever level of pain necessary to keep him in line. This is when he was glad that he didn't share the trait of so many red heads of a temper that was always flaring up. If anything, he was actually more calm than most guys, and now he was glad he could think a little and not simply react in rage the way he had a moment ago. Then he decided how he would respond.

"May I speak," he said simply and quietly?

He said it so quickly and in such an unexpected way that it caught both the Doctor and Watts off guard. Watts started to strike him again, but the Doctor held up his hand, indicating that Watts should wait. Frankly, the Doctor was intrigued. In all the years, with all these bois, this was a new reaction, and the Doctor was always intrigued by the unusual or unexpected. He thought for a moment, looking hard into the boi's eyes, and finally said, "Perhaps in a moment, there is more for you to understand first."

The Doctor had decided he would play a little with this boi and see just how different he might be. "Make no mistake slave, you belong to me in every way you can imagine, and some you haven't even dreamed of. I will enjoy you any way I want, train you to be a sex toy, then sell you to some man who will use you any way he wants for as long as he wants. You'll learn to suck cock in ways that will delight men, you'll learn to hold their cocks with your ass, you'll learn to drink their piss and lick their ass, you'll learn to anticipate their desires and seek to fulfill them." That's when the Doctor noticed two things that helped to explain this young man. He was beginning to cry, and he was getting hard.

This boi was a submissive and either didn't know it or had never admitted it to himself. The Doctor was delighted. It had only happened a couple of times in the past, but when you actually captured a submissive, especially a reluctant one, as looked to be the case here, you really had something.

The Doctor sat up and began to touch the slave's trembling body. "Whenever you speak to me slave, you will address me as Master. You will only speak in response to specific questions, otherwise you will not speak without permission. Do you understand slave?"

"Yes, Master," the frightened young man responded. He truly was terrified right now. Not simply of what this man was saying and capable of doing, but of his own secret feelings, feelings that he had kept buried for so long. He was humiliated now, not simply because he was naked before this man, but because he could feel himself getting aroused. How could this have happened to him? Only a short time ago he felt like the master of his world, with all kinds of possibilities, now another man was touching his naked body and telling him that he was his Master. He had to get out of here, and as quickly as possible, he didn't trust himself with what was happening.

"I'm going to ask you some questions now slave, I want you to respond, and if I think you're lying you'll suffer, do you understand me slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"How old are you slave?"

"23, Master."

The Doctor reached down with one hand and cupped those two beautiful orbs hanging nicely between the slave's legs in the palm of his hand and began to work them like "worry beads." He wasn't worried about being gentle, in fact, he planned on being quite the opposite, as he began to apply more pressure. Riley started groaning, but the Doctor noticed with some approval that he refrained from saying anything.........just moaned from the pain as it began to grow.

"How much do you weigh slave," he asked as he used his other hand to take hold of one of Riley's nipples and began to apply pressure to it as well. The slave began to buck a little under the Doctor's care, but not so much as to pull out of his hands.

"185, Master."

The Doctor continued to increase the pressure in both hands, and now Riley was beginning to sweat from the exertion of enduring the pain. The Doctor enjoyed every minute of it, and decided that he would continue a little more.

"Your waist size?"

"32, Master."

"What size is your cock hard?"

"7 inches, Master," he groaned as he felt like his insides were being pulled out of his body.

"Has a man ever put your dick in his mouth and given you a blow job?"

Riley froze for a moment. He didn't want to tell this man about that, but he also knew he had better not lie. He just stared for a minute as the pressure continued to grow, and the pain continued to grow.

"Yes, Master, once."

And with that the Doctor relinquished any restraint in what he was doing, and bore into this poor boy.

"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH," he finally screamed, as he now tried to move his body away from the grip of this sadist, only to be slapped again by Watts, and forced back to the same position.

"That's right slave, now maybe you're beginning to understand that I can do anything I want with you. If I want you to experience pain, you will, if I want you to experience cold, you will, and if I want you to experience death, you will. You may have an illusion that you can get out of these walls slave, but I can assure you, that will not happen.

"AAAAGGGGHHHHHH," he continued to scream, as the Doctor refused to release his balls and nipple. Now he was sure this man would kill him, and still, there was something...........

Finally, the Doctor began to ease up on the pressure. Riley slowly came back from a place he'd never been before, but suspected he would come to know well. What a fool he'd been, it was too good to be true, and he'd known that, but came blindly on. Now he was here, with little hope of ever getting out.

"Now, you asked to speak, speak briefly boi."

Riley knew there might not be much hope, but he had to try. It was the only thing he could think of. Cautiously he started speaking, "Master, I....I.....I have some money................"

He was cut off with a roar of laughter, genuine laughter, from the Doctor and from Watts. In fact, the genuiness of it caused his last bit of hope to shatter. Their laughter told him everything.........he had nothing these men wanted, except what they had, him..........

"You have some money," the Doctor gasped, as he continued to laugh........."really," he exclaimed with a false comraderie, "how much do you have boi, a thousand dollars.........five thousand dollars.........twenty thousand dollars," now his voice had a harder edge to it. Are you so stupid as to think I don't already know what I needed to know about you before deciding to take you as a slave? There's very little I don't know about you that would make any difference in my decision. For instance, I know you have a few thousand dollars in a saving account. Do you honestly think that would interest me? I expect you'll sell for a little over a million dollars shithead, especially when I'm finished with your training." The Doctor started shaking his head as if he were deeply disappointed in something, then muttered almost to himself, "You have some money..............."

Then he viciously slapped the boy across the face again and again, until the boy was lying on the ground weeping, "You don't have anything, unless I give it to you, you stupid cunt," he roared. He took the belt that Watts offered him at that point and began to beat Riley with it. Striking him again and again, until he was weeping hysterically, trying to cover his exposed body with his useless arms that remain restrained behind his back.

The Doctor was sorely disappointed, he had truly hoped for more when this slave had spoken. Now he felt betrayed and was simply determined to hurt this boi, and teach him a lesson.

"Mr. Watts, you had asked for first night privileges, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to deny that. I've decided to take him tonight myself, but I don't want you to go away empty handed, so you may take him now and enjoy him for an hour or so.

With that, the grinning Watts undid his pants and pulled them down as he prepared to mount this hapless boi. It had all been easier than he had expected. He had missed what the Doctor had caught, but it didn't matter. Some of those subtleties were lost on Watts, especially when he was getting ready to enjoy himself.

"Well slave, I've told you to hold your tongue, but you may feel free to express yourself, as Mr. Watts enjoys a good ride and the sound of your voice will only excite him. In other words........you may scream all you want dickbreath."

Watts shoved his hard cock all the way inside this boy's warm hole in one swift stroke. Riley let out a scream like he'd been skewered, which in fact, he had. His relief from the incredible pain and pressure he felt was only momentary as Watts pulled his cock all the way out, because he only removed it in order to experience the joy of ramming it back in all the way just as he had previously done. Damn this felt good........at least for Watts. Riley on the other hand had entered Hell with the other slaves. He hadn't even met them, but he already understood some of their suffering.

The Doctor was already thinking of his own fun with this delicious addition to his farm. Then tomorrow he would turn hiim over to Trainer for his first day of training.........always one of the hardest........then the following morning he would be welcomed by his fellow slaves. He was going to be busy for the next 48 hours, the Doctor thought to himself, as he watched the boi vainly try to pull himself out from under Watts........no such luck, the Doctor thought, as he saw Watts slap him some more and settle into a nice fucking rhythm. The Doctor would show some patience.......he always enjoyed this........at least the first two or three times Watts would shoot into the slave's ass...........

Part 3

The next morning Riley found himself in the room that had received 115 and so many others. His induction was very similar, because the Doctor and Trainer had found it to be so effective. He saw his few belongings set out, like garbage. He learned his new name, except it wasn't a name at all, only a number, 116. He was beaten until he was unconscious, revived, then beaten some more. By the time he was drug to his cage by Holt and Jackson he wasn't really aware of that much. He vaguely remembered someone else lying on the floor near him and seeing another man begin to fuck that guy, but he lost consciousness of that, as he realized someone was mounting him......again. He didn't have any fight left in him. He just wanted to die. There seemed to be no end to the pain and the humiliation, and the most humiliating thing about it all was that whenever someone touched his cock, or squeezed his nipples, or began fucking him, he would get hard..........he was so disgusted with himself, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

His lack of response didn't really bother Holt as he fucked this faggot's ass. He'd seen how hard this bitch was getting when Trainer would stimulate him a little. It wasn't lost on Trainer as well, which Holt guessed was the reason he'd continued doing it at intervels during his beating. However, Holt didn't really dwell on that much, his mind was too busy racing with the possibities from the conversation he'd had earlier with Trainer. A Buyer was interested in seeing if he'd like to be his personal slave trainer.........him!! Man, what a chance this would be, here just over a year and already someone had seen his potential at training and controling slaves. Being able to work for someone that rich, living in great places, and still being able to dominate these shitheads for his personal pleasure and for the pleasure of his boss. He'd make sure they performed well, of that you could be sure! The thought of it all caused him to actually cum more quickly than he had planned as he yelled out in ecstacy and slapped this faggot's ass and back. God it felt good to be him!!

Trainer had told him not to say anything to any of the other Bosses about his going to meet with one of the Buyers about the possible position. As Trainer explained, some of the other Bosses might be resentful of the idea of Holt being invited and thereby, stepping over some of the ones who had been there longer, and also hoped for that type of position. Of course, that was exactly why Holt ignored Trainer, and said something to Jackson, who assured Holt he wouldn't say anything to anyone, and Holt knew he could hardly wait to share his resentment with the others, just as Trainer had known that Holt would want to lord it over the others. For Trainer it was all so predictable, but it was a necessary farce to create a plausible excuse for Holt's upcoming absence.

Trainer even noticed how full of piss and vinegar Holt was as he was egging the slaves on while they gave their welcome fuck to 116. He thought he might have to step in when 115 came to fuck him. By that point 116 was blubbering and begging to be let down. 115 must have been a little sympathetic and was hesitant to fuck him the way everyone wanted. Of course he had to be corrected, but Holt went to it with a viciousness that surprised even Trainer. Holt grabbed 115 by his cock and started rubbing him until he was hard, then rammed him into the hapless 116's ass. His ass was already sore since seven other slaves had already used it, but when Holt rammed 115 into place, 116 screamed again. Then Holt started slapping 115's ass in a rhythmic pace that caused him to viciously fuck 116. 115 had been enslaved long enough to know there was nothing he could do, and not to expect any mercy, but 116 screamed for it, "please stop, please..........it's enough, I understand......please, I'm your slave.........I'll do what you want, just please......stop.

"You dumb fuck," Holt shouted, "THIS is what we want, for you to be fucked senseless, and you don't have to "DO" anything," he laughed, "we're taking care of all the details," he said as he continued to slap 115's ass, causing him to fuck 116. Trainer smiled grimly at the scene and made a mental note of something he had in store for Holt, but he didn't stop him. Holt was digging his own grave with the other Bosses, all of whom now knew he was going on an interview with one of the Buyers. When Holt disappeared, none of these men would think to look for him, and even if some of them knew, Trainer suspected they'd applaud his new status in life.

But what Trainer was also thinking about was the new slave, 116. Something was different here, it had started with a feeling, then a suspicion, and now it was growing into a realization. 116 could be a natural submissive, a submissive who was largely unaware of that personal reality, and if that was the case his training would need to be very different from the other slaves. If Trainer was right, and he could develop this slave properly, that reality, combined with his All American good looks, would make him a most highly prized slave. Trainer could see a bidding war breaking out for this one.

However, as important as that could prove to be, he had other more immediate issues to take care of. As the slaves finished welcoming their new brother, Trainer left instructions with Murphy as to the responsibilities of the Bosses on duty, and what he wanted happening with the various slaves. 104 would start her electrolysis today, and would be at it most of the day. Unfortunately, that also tied up one of the Bosses for most of the day. However, Trainer had prepared his people, and had confidence they could handle the details now.

As Trainer was stepping out of the cell block he quietly asked Holt if he was ready, since Trainer was taking him to the airport. "Yes, Sir," Holt responded, I can meet you in the garage with my stuff, like you said.

"Good," Trainer said, "I thought if we left seperately it would attract less attention, and he thought to himself, that's exactly what I want right now. "I'll see you there in a few minutes."

And that was all it took. About ten minutes later Holt was coming into the garage. He saw Trainer by his SUV and walked over to it. Trainer was standing on the passenger side with the door open, with a drink in his hand. "I wanted us to toast to your good fortune," he said as he handed Holt the drink he was holding then poured another one for himself from a flask out of the glove compartment. "I didn't think we'd have a real chance to do this at the airport, so I wanted us to do it here. No one's going to be on this level."

"Gee, this is great of you, Mr. Trainer. I was worried you might be upset about this opportunity."

"No, no, you really have no idea how delighted I am with this opportunity. I hope it works out well for you, and I don't see how any of us could do anything else but let you give it a try."

"Well I'll certainly be using a lot of what you taught me, Mr. Trainer."

"I have no doubt of that," Trainer said as they both took their drinks.

"To the possibilities," Trainer said, encouraging Holt to finish his drink with the second toast.

As the liquor warmed Holt's insides, he was feeling particularly appreciative for all that Trainer had done for him. "I want you to know, I'll always be grateful, Mr. Trainer."

That was one thing Trainer was certain would prove to be untrue, but he waited patiently while the drugs did their work. He marveled at how easy it always was if you just planned things out.

"What time is your flight?"

"We've got plenty of thime," Holt said, his tongue feeling a bit thicker all of a sudden. "It's noth for another thu hours....."

Trainer looked like he was falling, but when Holt reached out to try to catch him, it was actually he who was falling.

"Hey, easy fella, it was only one drink," Trainer said, as he supported Holt a little, "and you might want another on the plane, so you need to straighten up."

"Righth," Holt slurred, as his vision blurred a little. What was happening to him.........he felt so unsteady all of a sudden...........he probably shouldn't have had that drink on an empty stomach.......... Now Trainer was definitly falling, he thought as he fell into Trainer's arms and slid to the concrete floor in darkness.

The Doctor came out of one of the service elevators with a flat bed dolly and helped get Holt onto it. Then Trainer and the Doctor pushed the dolly into the elevator, pressed the button and went to the floor with the old training room. They didn't say much, but they both showed their pleasure over the way this was going. About all Trainer wanted to know was how much time they had.

"He'll be out at least a couple of hours," the Doctor said, "which should give us plenty of time, but I want us to be sure and have his permanent collar on. No temporary collars for this one, I want him to realize he has a permanent collar right away."

"I agree, that's the effect we want. If the rest goes as smoothly as everything else has, we should be well on our way with this new slave by tomorrow. I've made plans to stay with him from now till about noon tomorrow, and we won't be disturbed by Williams. He's not supposed to be here until tomorrow, and we should have "Dos Equiis" ready by then," he laughed.

When Holt came to, his world was radically different from what it had been only a few hours before. Oh, the surroundings were very similar, but his place in them was very different. First, he was naked. Additionally, he was tied, spread eagled, with stretcher bars on his ankles and wrists. The lower bar was fastened to the floor, and the upper bar was suspended from a beam in the ceiling. He was terrified, he was entirely too familiar with the operations of this compound not to suspect what was happening, but he hoped against all hope that he was wrong, it was a mistake of some sort.

He was alone and began to yell for help. He knew he was probably in the compound somewhere, if someone heard him, surely they'd help him. Was it possible they knew what was happening? Surely not!!

"HELP!! SOMEBODY!! HELP!!"

But all his screams produced was the Doctor and Trainer walking out of another room. Each was holding a mug of coffee, and they were talking as they casually walked over to where Holt was suspended.

"What's going on! You can't do this to me!!" Holt yelled at the two.

The Doctor and Trainer came to a stop in front of Holt and listened to him yell for a little longer, then the Doctor held up his hand and started speaking in a normal, even relaxed voice. "Please, please, Dos, no one can hear you. All you're accomplishing is to irritate me, and you really don't want to do that."

"What are ya'll up to? You can't get away with this," Holt yelled.

"That is a singularly stupid statement to make, especially for you," the Doctor responded with an edge to his voice. I "get away with this" all the time, as you well know. I admit, I owe you an apology. Trainer wasn't completely honest with you when he said one of our Buyers was interested in you becoming a slave trainer for him. In fact, he was interested in you becoming a slave for him, and since I specialize in providing good slaves, I was happy to respond to his selection."

"Please," Holt begged, "don't do this to me, please!"

"You talk about something that I might do to you, boi. It's already done!" he said with a finality in his voice. He then picked up a mirror from a nearby table and held it up so Holt could see his image, and the permanent slave collar around his neck.

"NO!!" Holt cried, "NO!!" and he began to cry and beg for mercy from two men whom he had personally witnessed had never given it. His mind simply refused to believe that this could be happening to him, and yet, it was.......IT WAS!!! A permanent slave collar was around his neck, not even a temporary one, like all the new slaves were wearing when they arrived. He'd never seen a permanent slave collar removed. What was he going to do? How could he get away?

The Doctor moved to within inches of his newest slave. "From this moment on, you belong to me, you are my slave." As he said this, he took hold of Holts balls in his right hand and his right nipple in his other hand and began to squeeze unmercifully. Holt screamed out in pain, still begging them to let him go.

"Now I've been more lenient with you than usual so far, because you come into this situation with a little more knowledge than my usual slave. You already know what your function will be, and many of the methods we will use to train you to fulfill that function, but my tolerance has its limits. Since you have more knowledge, you also know that there is no appeal from this reality. I own you completely, and you own nothing except that collar around your neck, and you, more than any new slave, should know the power and threat of that collar.........Mr. Trainer!"

With that, Holt continued to scream, but now because of the fire around his neck. It was horrible, he'd no idea that it hurt that much. He'd always thought the slaves were just weak. Now he was beginning to understand. The burning finally began to decrease, and was soon gone, but Trainer held the control in front of him menacingly. Then he noticed something. That was his old control unit. He'd scratched his initials into it. He was being tortured with his own unit.

"Please, please, no more, don't do it again, please," he begged, but it was not to be. The Doctor and Trainer wanted to press the point, so as the Doctor continued to crush his balls, and rip his nipple off his chest, Trainer hit the controls again, sending a powerful shot of fire around his neck. Once again Holt began to scream and jerk uncontrollably, begging for the pain to stop.

"Thank you, Mr. Trainer," the Doctor said, "I think that will be enough for now. I believe we have this slave's attention now, so we can continue," and the Doctor began to slowly release Holt's balls and nipple. "From this moment on slave your name is XX. Mr. Trainer selected it for you because of your preference for a certain beer. However, my own personal name for you will be "Dos," because I like the humor in it. You will of course refer to me from this moment on as Master, as I am that in every way you can conceive, and while I know you're training will have to be a little different because of your experience level, one thing I will absolutely not tolerate is disrespect or insolence on your part. Am I making myself clear, or is another demonstration required," the Doctor asked?

XX looked at him with a combination of fear and hatred, and the Doctor thought to himself, excellent, that's exaclty where I want him for Mr. Y. But, XX was not insane, nor did he have a death wish. He knew if he had any chance, it would be to look for an opportunity to get out, and this wasn't it. For now at least, he had to submit.

"Yes, Master, you're making yourself clear. Please, no more demonstrations," XX said, still suffering from the last one.

"Oh, I can see the wheels spinning Dos, do you think you're the first slave to think he could play along until an opportunity to escape came along? Tell me boi, in all your time with us, do you ever remember anyone even mentioning anything about a slave escaping.......anything at all? The reason for that Dos is because you would be the first, and trust me when I say this slave, you will not be the first," he said staring XX straight in the eyes and twisting both nipples in his hands for emphasis.

"Yes Master," he cried, as once again his nipples were in the hands of this sadist, and as he began to realize that what the Doctor had said was true. No one had ever escaped. There were some rumors about some that may have met a really bad end, but there were no actual witnesses to that.

"Now it doesn't all have to be unpleasant Dos," the Doctor said, using his pet name for his newest slave while moving even closer and releasing his nipples. "After all, I've always admired your body, now I have the opportunity to get to know it a little more intimately," he said as he began to fondle XX's cock and balls. He slowly began to stroke a gorgeous cock, that now belonged entirely to him. Then let his other hand begin to explore those rounded ass cheeks.

XX started crying now, the pain was one thing, but for this man to be handling him like this was something else entirely. He'd had men suck him, and he'd even fucked guys before, but that was different, that was okay for a man sometimes, as long as he was the one being sucked or fucking. But now, he was going to be the one being fucked and doing the sucking......he really didn't know if he could live with himself if he did that, and yet, he knew he would have little choice. All this was going through his mind as he felt the Doctor's hand push further between his cheeks. Then he felt it, fingers probing at his hole.......his hole or...or.... the Doctor's hole, he thought as he continued to cry.

"Please Master, please, don't do this, please," he said softly as tears streamed down his face.

"Oh, it's going to happen boi," the Doctor replied softly into his ears, "who ever heard of a sex slave whose hole couldn't be used for his Master's pleasure." As the Doctor said this he thrust two of his fingers into XX's hole, it was the first time anything like that had ever happened to him. He continued to cry as he felt the fingers move in and out, he continued to beg, but soon understood that begging was useless. This man was going to do anything he wanted to him......it was all true......he was a slave, a sex slave to a madman. The tears continued to flow as the Doctor pushed yet another finger in his unwilling ass.

"Get used to it Dos, this ass will be used a lot, in fact, we have something planned for a little later that you should enjoy," the Doctor said, "well not exactly enjoy, but it will further your education."

While the Doctor had been tormenting XX, Trainer had moved his three bags into the room and put them in front of him. Eventhough he knew what was coming, thought Trainer, he's never actually experienced it himself. It will still have some value on him, and so it did as XX saw his stuff gone through by the Doctor and Trainer.

"Mostly just crap here Sir," Trainer said as he tore things up. "Not even worth giving to Goodwill, God he had bad taste, look at some of these shirts."

It wasn't lost on XX that he was being spoken of in the past tense. His old life was over, and as the Doctor continued to fondle him and rape him with his fingers, he knew his new life was beginning. What a fool he'd been, trusting these bastards.

"Tomorrow you can find an incinerator for all that junk, but for now, would you like to share this wonderful piece of prime grade-A beef with me."

"I was wondering if you were going to offer," Trainer said, as he removed his pants and moved to the back of XX. "I was wondering if you would mind if I have first night privileges with this new slave, Doctor, and I was hoping the night could start soon," he said as he slapped XX's ass.

"Oh, I think that can be arranged," replied the Doctor, as he removed his fingers from that delicious ass, in order to make way for something even more entertaining to watch.

"Listen to me, dickwad," Trainer snarled into XX's ear, "the fact that you used to have a life here means nothing to me. My job is to make sex slaves out of the men I'm given, and that's what I'm going to do with you."

"Please, Mr. Trainer, please," XX almost whispered, "please don't do this."

"It's already done," replied Trainer as he thrust his freshly lubed dick into XX's ass. The Doctor hadn't opened it up very much, Trainer thought, as he plunged in till his pubic hairs were pressed against those ass cheeks, but damn, he still feels good.

XX screamed like he'd been skewered, which was exactly what had happened. He was standing on his toes as his whole body had been thrust forward and upward on Trainer's cock. He screamed, knowing it was only the first time of many to come. He screamed because he hated what was happening to him, because he didn't know how he was going to get away, and because he'd never felt anything so painful in his life. He screamed because it was the only thing he could do in response to his first rape.

"That's right boi, sing for me, while we dance," Trainer roared, as he fell into a rhythm of thrusting then pulling back, only to thrust even harder the next time. He noticed XX was unsteady on his tip toes so he helped secure him by reaching around his torso and grabbing onto his tits. He wouldn't have thought XX could scream louder, but he was wrong, the pitch did go up a little, he thought as he continued to invade that beautiful ass. He was going to enjoy himself tonight, he didn't think that enjoyment was going to be reciprocated by XX, but that was a price he was willing to pay, he thought as he continued to fuck this slave.

"The Doctor stood back and relished the sight of two beautiful men fucking, and it was the best kind of fuck, one willing participant, and one unwilling, the Doctor thought as he chuckled to himself. He thought Dos was straining before, with his legs and arms spread apart, but it was nothing to the way he was straining now. He could see it in his face, as it was contorted in pain from the fucking. He knew how shocked and confused the boi must be right now, but he also knew that they would use those realities against him. It wasn't personal, it wasn't even business, it was sheer pleasure.............

"Take it all you little cunt," Trainer growled into XX's ear, "take every bit of it, and enjoy the fact that a real man can use you for his pleasure." He turned each hand a little more, each pulling the slaves nipples a little further from his body. "Now, cunt, beg me to shoot in your ass, beg me or by God you'll regret it."

XX heard the command, and actually wanted Trainer to cum, but only because that would mean he was finished. He started rasping through his tears, "Please Sir.........please.......cum in me........shoot your cum inside me.........please," he begged, and as ingenuine as it was, it still sounded wonderful to Trainer.

"Keep begging cunt, don't stop until I'm shooting."

"Cum in me Sir, please........cum in me.........fill me with your cum.........leave your seed inside me.........coat me with it, Sir, please............," he continued his litany with whatever words came to him.

"That's right bitch, beg for it, beg me to fill you, and you'll keep it in you all night slut, do you hear me........all......night," and then he could feel the churning start deep in his loins and knew.........."YES...........YES..........YOU......FUCKING......CUNT!! TAKE........IT.........ALL..........YOU..........MISERABLE........CUMDUMP!!

XX could feel the spasms of Trainer's cock with his asshole, he could feel himself being filled, he could feel his manhood melting like snow in a spring thaw. He'd been fucked, used like a bitch, nothing would ever be the same again.

"Just so you get the point Dos," Trainer said with disdain, "you no longer have an asshole back here, you only have a cunt. Your legs will be used to carry this cunt wherever it's needed. Do you understand me slave?"

"Yes Sir," XX choked in response, "I understand."

"Then tell me slave, do you have an asshole?"

"No......Sir......" he sobbed, "I don't." He hoped he could leave it there, but that was not to be.

"Then what do you have back here between those cheeks of yours slave?"

"I........I.......have......a.......cunt.......Sir."

"What!!" Trainer roared into his ears as he slapped XX's ass and back with his hands, "I can't hear you boi, what do you have back here?"

"I....HAVE....A......CUNT.....SIR," he screamed.

"You say you're a cunt," Trainer shot back.

"YES, SIR........I'M A CUNT," he shouted again as he continued to cry.

"Well," Trainer said, as he pulled out of XX and began to walk toward another room off this main room, "if that's the case, I have a friend here who could use a cunt. What you say we give him a chance," and he went into the room for a minute, coming out leading 101 by his dick. Trainer had told 101 he would be used to fuck someone that day, but he would not be allowed to speak to him or see him. 101 had thought it unusual, but he was long past questioning how a slave would be used. His hands were cuffed behind his back, he had ear plugs in, and his eyes were covered with swimmer's goggles that had had the lenses painted black. He knew better than to resist or say anything. Trainer had told him if he performed well, he had a surprise for him.

XX gasped as he saw this huge black man being led to him. 101 had the biggest dick in the compound, and he knew how to use it. "NO......PLEASE.....NO!! DON'T.....DO.....THIS.....PLEASE.....I'LL.....DO......ANYTHING!!"

"Didn't I hear you tell 116 earlier today that this was what he was supposed to be doing, as he was being fucked? And that he didn't have to "do" anything, that we would take care of all that? Well, SLAVE," he shouted, "I'll take care of everything, and all you have to "do" is have a cunt........OH......and you do have one......in fact........you are one!"

Trainer led 101 to the back of XX. 101 couldn't see anything, and could only hear muffled sounds, he was depending on Trainer directing him somehow. He certainly knew better than to try and touch the ear plugs or the goggles. That's when he felt Trainer fondling him, and his cock began to swell. Trainer stayed at it and soon, 101 stood with all twelve inches jutting out proudly before him. Trainer lubed 101 a little, though XX was already fairly well lubed, then pushe 101 up next to the screaming XX.

What really terrified XX was when he realized that Trainer had uncuffed this monster, and was allowing him to wrap his arms around XX to get a good purchase on his ass. 101 didn't have to be told twice when he felt Trainer's hand swat his ass, he started pumping into this ass that was just on the edge of his dick. He rammed into him, and XX was actually quite for a moment, the way a child is who really gets hurt and opens his mouth, but for a second or two, nothing, then it came, he screamed for all his worth. Even 101 could hear the scream through his ear plugs, but he figured if Trainer wanted this guy to be fucked, he'd fuck him good. He held onto this guy around his chest and began to fuck him for all he was worth.

XX had never experienced anything like it. Trainer was a gentleman, compared to this raging bull that was tearing into him. Literally tearing into him. He thought his ass was actually spliting as this Yule Log of a dick continued to thrust in and out of his already sore ass..........cunt!!

"Let me hear it slave," Trainer yelled above XX's sobs and cries, "what are you? I want to hear it strong, or I may just have 101 here fuck you all night.........you happen to know he can do that, don't you? Now, WHAT ARE YOU?"

"I'M A CUNT," he screamed, hoping he could satisfy Trainer, hoping against hope it would hurry 101 on, but he seemed to have established an excruciatingly slow pace of powerful thrusts, followed by pulling his cock almost completely out, then thrusting again.........again........again........God!!!

XX wasn't sure how long it had been going on when he could feel 101 increasing his pace and holding him more firmly. The pain was terrible, he was still yelling, but he knew it made no difference to anyone, it just made it more bearable for him, so he yelled. Then, as 101 squeezed the breath out of him, he felt it. He'd never felt anything like it. He could actually feel the bursts of cum working it way up that enormous cock. There were spasms produced by the cock that he could feel inside his ass chute, then it felt like an internal flood as cord after cord of thick cum clogged his colon, but at least it was over........he hoped.

Trainer came up behind 101 and pulled out one of his ear plugs momentarily. "I know how much you enjoy a good piss after a good fuck 101, and that looked to me like a good fuck, so take your time, but take a good piss.......NOW!" Then Trainer quickly replace the plug as XX screamed, "NO......PLEASE......PLEASE......IT'S......ENOUGH.......PLEASE!!"

"It's enough when I say 'it's enough,' cunt, and don't ever forget that," Trainer said as he walked around to face XX and struck him savagely across the face. Blood was oozing out of the corner of XX's mouth, as Trainer continued to star hard into his eyes.

Then XX felt a true flood as 101 began to piss up his cunt. Piss was flooding his colon, and some of it was even coming down the inside of his legs. He'd been raped, and now he was being used as a urinal........it was all true........he was surely a slave, how could this be happening otherwise. He had to get out, but how??

Still 101 continued to piss, now he understood why he hadn't been allowed to piss earlier. It was being saved for whoever was encasing his cock. Well, Trainer must have wanted a good piss up this ass, so he was going to have it.

Finally, as 101 had only a few squirts left, he felt hands putting his hands behind his back again and cuffing them. Then he was pulled out of whomever it was with very little ceremony, and was being led somewhere else.

"I'll take him back to his cell," the Doctor said to Trainer, "I know you want to have some more quaility time with Dos, and since I think he can only benefit by that, I'm glad to help out." The Doctor led the blind and deaf 101 away, and called back to Dos, "I'll see you soon Dos, think of me while you play with Trainer," he laughed as they left the room.

"And now, I think a good beating is in order. You've seen me do it, I've even instructed you on how to do it, but I never instructed you on how to receive it. MMMMM How thoughtless of me. The best way to take a beating slave......is one stroke at a time," he laughed as he stepped over to a table and picked up a whip.

So XX's journey into Hell would be accompanied by a good beating. It seemed only fitting since he had suggested the same for 116 earlier. The first few strokes stung terribly, then it began to really hurt. As with other beatings that Trainer had given, XX soon passed out. Fortunately, the smelling salts helped to bring him back, but the third time he passed out, Trainer decided he'd had enough. He used the strap restraints he preferred on XX, placing one high on each thigh, then released one hand from the spreader bar and fastened it to the strap on his thigh. After he'd done that to both of XX's hands, he released his ankles from the spreader bar. He knew the slave would be secure for the night so he drug him into his cage. He realized that XX might come to sometime during the night, and would probably be dehydrated, so he took time to piss in his water bowl for him. Then he went to rest before the next session.

Part 4

Early the next morning, XX began to come out of the stupor he had been in most of the night. Every part of his body was screaming in pain. He was naked, his arms were attached to his thighs, and there was no hope of getting them free. He had used restaints like this, and some of the Bosses had even used them on each other to see if they could get out, none ever did. Besides, he was too exhausted to waste energy on that. He looked around his cell from where he was on the floor. He saw a water bowl on the floor a few feet away. Just making it to the bowl was more of an effort than he thought it would be. His mouth and throat were parched from the exertion and the screaming. He finally got to the bowl, was able to get on his knees to get access to it, but as he lowered his face he began to smell something other than just water. He stopped, he knew what he was smelling. Someone, probably Trainer, had pissed in his water bowl. He knew he had to get some water soon, his body was begging for it, but this........he didn't know if he could do this. Then he began to realize that he had no alternative, just as Trainer knew he wouldn't. He decided then that he was going to make it out of here. Yeah, no slave had ever escaped from this place, but no slave had ever been a former Boss. He knew things about this place, and he knew a lot of the techniques they would use to break him. He was smarter than they thought he was, he could do this, he just had to survive long enough and endure until his chance arose.

As he knelt before his defiled water bowl a new determination began to flow into XX. Yeah, he was a slave, yeah, they had screwed him, and yeah, they'd screw him a lot more, but he would beat them. Trainer gave him a good beating last night, but he had survived, he was here this morning, and he was more determined than ever that he could find a way out.........he would.........he swore to it. And with that resolve, XX lowered his tongue to the mixture of piss and water, and began to give his body the hydration it required to continue. It was foul, it was disgusting, but XX also knew it was only piss. They could piss a river through him, he would survive, he would get out, and then, he would come back..........God help them all then.

The next morning as Williams reported for work, Trainer was with XX. Just before Williams arrived, Trainer pushed a penis gag into his mouth. "This will accomplish two things slave. First, it will keep you from talking with anyone right now, and trying to communicate for help, and second, it will get you accustomed to having a dick in your mouth, something you need to get used to," he laughed, while he locked the strap on the gag in place.

XX knew he was effectively muzzled, but he also knew he would find a way to get word to some of the other Bosses. There was no way they could know about this. If they knew they could be sold as well, there would be a revolution, but he wondered if some of them could know. If that were the case he'd have to decide which one to try and contact. Patience he told himself as he groaned in pain when Trainer pushed a large butt plug in his ass.

"I don't want you to start missing having someone fuck you, so this will keep you content until I'm back. Won't it slave," Trainer said as he slapped XX across the face."

"UUUUNNNNNGGGG," was all XX could scream into his gag in response.

"Williams," Trainer said as he turned to the keeper, "I don't want the gag or the plug removed until I get back. Put him on the running machine and work his ass good for at least an hour. Then if you want to practice turning a slave's ass a deep red you may do so, but only his ass. I want to be here to give you instructions on beating other parts of a slave. Any time you need to piss, do so on him. The Doctor may come by after a bit, and I expect you to be on your best behavior."

"You bet, Mr. Trainer, I'll take care of everything," Williams responded, wanting very much to do a good job for this man. The idea of being able to abuse these guys, making slaves out of them, was like nectar for a bee. He was intoxicated with the idea.

Later that day, Trainer was leading a frightened 105 into The Room. 105 was desperately trying to think of what he had done to displease Trainer. He was terrified of this room. He had been in it on three other occassions, and each one was memorable..........painfully so. Even now he was muttering as tears flowed down his face, "Please, Sir, please, if I've offended you, I'm sorry, please Sir, not this room, please, I can be a good slave.........pleeeease."

"Be quiet slave," Trainer said firmly, but also gently, which surprised 105 into a begging silence where a few sounds did escape. "I'm bringing you hear because I need to talk to you, and I want to be sure you hear me. I have something in here that I think will help. I want you to relax slave, I'm not going to hurt you," and with that Trainer took the crying slave into his arms and embraced him..........held him........comforted him.

105 was stunned into almost absolute silence. In all the time he'd been here, and he wasn't even for sure how long that was, a hundred years maybe, this was the first time he'd been touched with anything that resembled affection. As Trainer placed his hand comfortingly behind 105's head and gently guided his head into the nook of his shoulder so he could then lower his cheek onto 105's head, and hold him in that embrace. All the fear, the horror, the pain, the humiliation.......all of it, began to well up inside 105, and he wept, truly wept, for the life he'd lost, for the life that had been thrust upon him, for everything.

Trainer soothed 105 and let him cry, he knew that he had to get past a lot of this pain if he had any hope of making an alpha out of this slave. He also knew that by this point 105 would be so desperate for any act of kindness, he'd never see all the calculation that was behind it. All he could feel right now was a human touch of gentleness, and it was having the desired effect. This wasn't going to be easy, but it would work, he was confident of that.

The two men stood like that for several minutes, one the master and one the slave, but both caught up in a dance that only one fully understood. Trainer started to gently guide 105, who now had his arms around Trainer's waist in a desperate response to the humanity he was experiencing. Slowly, Trainer led him over to the same apparatus he had used on 109. 105 looked through the tears and saw the device, but had no idea how it was intended to be used.

"Like I said boi, I need to say some things to you, but I need for you to really hear me, not the kind of listening that comes from the pain of a whip, but to really listen. Will you try to do that for me boi," Trainer gently asked?

105 found himself clinging to this man, this monster that had caused him so much pain, how was this possible, how could he be talking with him like this, but he was, and worst of all, he wanted this moment to continue........this wonderfully human moment. Finally he responded, "Yes Sir, I'll try for you Sir........I can listen."

"Good boi, now this is what I want you to do. Stand here, while I put these straps around your thighs.......don't worry, this isn't going to hurt you boi, just relax." And as quickly as that, 105's wrists were fastened to his thighs, he was gently restrained.

"Now I only did that to help you relax, you'll understand better in a moment. I want you to step up on this platform. You see the indentions there in the base? I want you to kneel down and put your knees in those, then your feet will fit nicely in that hole. Do that for me now boi."

Slowly, cautiously, 105 got into the position Trainer had described. His knees were spread wide apart, making him feel vulnerable, but for some reason he wasn't overly frightened. Then Trainer pushed 105's torso back until it rested in the canvas at a slight angle. Finally, he gently pushed 105's head back, until it too was resting. For the first time in a long time, 105 felt completely relaxed.......at least physically, he was still a little apprehensive, and Trainer knew it.

"All I want you to do is relax, while I talk to you. This way I think you'll hear me better. Why don't you close your eyes and just allow yourself to really relax."

105 was slightly startled when he felt Trainer's hands begin to touch his body, but quickly realized that the touch was gentle and caressing, as was his voice. He did begin to relax.......to relax like he hadn't been able to do for a long time.

Trainer continued for another twenty minutes or so, gently speaking to 105, gently caressing his body, and always taking him a little deeper into relaxation. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was doing it very well.

Finally, Trainer started speaking to 105, gently, but also with authority. "You realize that you are a slave and nothing will change that, don't you boi," and as he said that he allowed his already lubricated hand to come into contact with 105's cock. There was a slight inhalation and tensing of the body on 105's part, but he didn't open his eyes. Very quickly, he settled back into the relaxed position and responded, "Yes Sir, I realize I'm a slave."

"Well I have some news for you slave, it's about the best news a slave can expect to receive, so I hope you will be pleased with it."

105 felt Trainer's hand continue to fondle his cock, and he could feel himself rising in response to the touch. But is was so different that the other times.......Trainer was being gentle........almost caressing his cock.........he couldn't believe it, but it was almost pleasant. He kept listening to the voice and feeling the hand play with him. What was happening to him, he felt very strange, and yet, he liked this feeling more than any others he'd had in this place.

"Listen to me now boi, don't try to react to anything I say, just listen, let the words sink into you."

That wasn't hard to do right now, thought 105, as those words sank into him. Trainer was right, he was hearing him as if for the first time.

"Part of the good news for you boi is that you're being sold, a man has chosen to spend a great deal of money in order to own you. He must want you very much to be willing to spend so much money for you, don't you think boi?"

105 heard the words and they began to sink in. Someone wanted him, someone chose him, he would finally leave this place, but where would he be going........would it be any better, he wondered. But his body was beginning to betray him as it responded to Trainer's touch........his hand.........gliding over his hardened cock........somebody had chosen him...........

"This man will be your Master, boi, he will do with you whatever he wants, and you will do for him anything he commands because that is the way for slaves.........isn't it boi?"

Still the voice.......the words........the hand, stroking.........."Yes," he whispered, "Yes."

"But your new Master is a good man that wishes to give to you two very precious gifts. This is very unusual boi, it happens rarely, but it has happened to you. Perhaps Allah has smiled on you a little in your time of trial. It's possible, isn't it boi?"

Yes, perhaps, he thought, maybe finally one of the prayers has been answered.

"Your new Master has asked me to share with you the gifts he has for you. He gives you these gifts because he wants something from you as well. We both know he doesn't have to give you anything. You will soon be his slave and he can simply take anything he wants from you, but your new Master is a wise man, and he wants something from you that he would rather you give, than to take."

105 wondered what he had to give this Master, he owned nothing........nothing, that had been made very clear to him over the past months.

"First boi, I know about your brother, and so does your new Master."

For the first time, 105 almost rose out of his sitting position, his whole body tensed, what about his brother. Master had told him his brother would be safe as long as he complied, and he had. But Trainer was ready, his hand firm around 105's swollen cock, his other hand rubbing his chest firmly......holding him in place, as he could feel 105 begin to relax again.

"Listen to all I have to say boi, just listen," Trainer said firmly, but with care in his voice. 105 heard the note of care, he felt the hands, caressing, he sank back into his restful position, but his mind was beginning to say...........'no, not my brother......never my brother.'

"Your new Master wants to help your brother boi, to assure your brother a good future, that's his first gift to you."

What, thought 105, what, how can he do that, what does he mean, but he remained silent as Trainer commanded and continued to just listen.

"The Doctor told your new Master about your brother when your new Master told the Doctor he wanted to be able to give you a gift. The Doctor realized that this gift could mean more to you than anything. The Doctor assured you that as long as you were obedient, your brother would be safe from capture. Your new Master wants to go further. Your family is poor and your brother is almost finished with high school. He's very smart, but no scholarships are being given to Iranians and you know that. Your new Master will provide that scholarship for your brother. Your brother will be safe, he will go to college, he will have a chance for a successful life, the life you've always wanted for him."

This was impossible 105 thought, why would anyone do such a thing........for a stranger. It didn't make sense, but he realized that Trainer was being sincere, he actually believed he was telling the truth.

"I know this is a lot for you to believe right now boi, but it's all true. Yes, it's a great gift, but your new Master asks a great thing from you in return, which is only fair. Your new Master knows you're filled with vengence and hatred, and knows it will be hard for you to release some of it, but your new Master wants you to give yourself to him completely.........completely boi, to do whatever you're told, willingly, wanting to please him. That is something any slave should give his Master, but your new Master, being so wise, knows you are still a human being with a great hatred within you. He wants your body, but he does not want your hatred visited upon his household. The other reason it is important for you to be able to give yourself to him in such a way has to do with his second great gift for you."

105 was stunned. He'd heard every word, the ministrations of Trainer's hands on his body notwithstanding. Yes he was aroused, yes he was vulnerable, but he knew he was being asked to give the one thing he'd never wanted to give in order to receive the one thing he wanted more than anything else. He was honestly unsure if he could do it, to give himself in that way to a man, completely, without restraint, to truly belong to someone else, but his brother.......his whole life ahead of him, and it could be a good life for him and his family. He'd always been the one to care for his brother, to protect him, could he do this terrible thing? Could Allah be asking this of him?

"You see boi, your new Master wants you to become an alpha slave. Don't worry, I can teach you what you need to know, but an alpha is a trusted slave, and your new Master wants to know that he can trust you. Anyone can be beaten into submission boi, but few can be beaten into being trustworthy.........you know this to be true, and so your Master offers two great gifts."

"The second gift is that your Master wants you to dominate another slave for him. You will always be submissive to your Master in everything, but with this other slave, you will be like the master. You will make sure this slave is always ready to serve as well, but your new Master would enjoy seeing you dominate that slave, humiliate that slave, for your Master. And here is the part he hopes you will enjoy the most, listen carefully boi, the other slave is a great enemy of yours, an enemy who has beaten and humiliated you, raped you and used you as a toilet here in this place. An enemy who has had power over you and used that power cruelly. This great enemy is also being bought by your new Master, and the two of you will serve him, but you will have the pleasure of forcing your enemy to serve you as well."

The words continued to sink in. 105 began to become even more aroused. He wasn't a stupid man, he knew this other slave would not be a slave here, for none of them had treated him so. It wouldn't be Trainer or the Doctor........that left the Bosses. Allah is great indeed, for He has heard my cries and has answered them. The thought that it might be one of the Bosses actually brought 105 to climax as Trainer had continued to stroke his cock. He shot cord after cord of cum onto the platform..........he moaned in complete delight and submission........his body was racked with pleasure........he could never remember cumming like this. He felt the tenseness in his body, but as quickly as it was there, it melted away, leaving only a sense of floating. He leaned back completely exhausted and yet feeling free for the first time in a long time. He didn't have much power, but he would have enough, all he had to give up was his cry for vengence against the man who would own him. He knew now that he could do that.........for his brother, and for the chance to repay one of his captors........yes, he could honestly do that.

"Sir, please," 105 whispered as he came down from his high, "please, help me find a way to convince this good and kind Master that I will be his. That there is nothing I will not willingly let him do to me, or that I will not do if he commands me. I am indeed fortunate to have such a wise and generous man want me. I will be the kind of slave that will cause him to rejoice when he thinks of me. Please, Sir, how do I convince him of my sincerety? We must find a way to assure him that I will be his completely, and that he will never have any cause to distrust me.......never........may Allah witness my oath of obedience before this man."

Well, thought Trainer, this tape will go a long way in convincing him, but what he said was a little different, "Perhaps we could convince him to return here again, and you could have the opportunity to let him see for himself your willingness to subject yourself completely to his will. But can I really trust you with this boi. You could be lying even now."

"Sir, my demeanor will be that of a willing slave for the rest of the time I'm in training with you. You will see the truth in what I say by using me as hard as you wish, and I will ask for more. I will swear before Allah in your presence as well, if you require it Sir. I will do anything to be deemed worthy by this Master."

"One thing you will need to do is swear before Allah that you will not speak of any of this to anyone, save your new Master. You are not stupid slave, and I believe you will soon understand who your fellow slave is to be, but nothing, no indication whatsoever, of what has occurred here can ever be mentioned. Will you swear to that slave? Will you open your eyes, look straight into mine and swear before Allah that what you've said is true and that you will obey what I've just said."

Slowly, 105 opened his eyes. He took a moment, blinking, adjusting to the light. Then he looked straight into Trainer's eyes and said, "Before Allah Himself, I swear to you that what I've said is true, that I will be the slave this Master wants, and that no word of anything said here will ever pass my lips, unless my Master requires it.........I swear it."

Trainer looked hard into 105's eyes. He wanted to believe him, and so he was guarded. As he stood up in front of 105 he stretched a bit. "We've been here a long time 105, I'm going to have to find today's piss boi and relieve myself."

"Please Sir, use me, 105 said without hesitation and moved into position before Trainer's legs, putting his head back and opening his mouth. In all the time Trainer had been working with 105, this was the first time he'd seen him volunteer this way. Trainer knew he hated this more than anything, but here he was, waiting patiently for him to emply his full bladder in his mouth. Trainer slowly took out his cock, let it hang over 105's mouth and looked into his upturned face. 105 looked back as submissively as he could, also a new look for him. Trainer was deciding that he had done it.......105 had what he required to be the slave Mr. Y wanted. He let his piss flow freely into 105's open mouth and watched as he struggled to swallow every bit. When he was finished, 105 leaned forward and licked the last drop off his cock, then kissed it and thanked it.

Trainer wasn't stupid, he knew all this wasn't simply in response to this session with 105 in The Room, he knew that without the almost five months of work and training on is part, and pain and suffering on 105's part this moment would not have happened. Yet, it felt really good to have his cock kissed by this slave just now. He had made this man a slave. It had taken a good bit of time, but here he was, on his knees, prepared to do anything he was ordered. Trainer knew how badly 105 wanted some revenge for what had happened to him, but he knew that 105 was smart enough to know the boundaries of that revenge, where it could be exploited, and where it would have to be denied. He was certain that Mr. Y could now depend on his new slave, and would enjoy using him in whatever way he chose.

Part 5

104 was sitting in his cell when he heard Murphy and Martin come into the cell block. He immediately went to the front of his cell and stood in Presentation as did 113, 115, 109 and 99, who were also in their cells.

"Well it's time to get started with you girl," they said as they laughed and opened 104's cell door. "Yeah, 'Shirley,' is that the new name for this one Murphy asked Martin, or was it 'Shelley,' oh what the fuck, it was one of those 'S' names for a bitch." Murphy put the thigh/wrist restraints on 104 and led her out of her cell. "Now you want to say goodbye to all your faggot friends now 'Sheila,' cause you won't see them for a couple of days. You're going to be busy for a while getting yourself all ready."

Both were careful not to say exactly what was going to happen because they'd been instructed not to. They thought the Doc's idea of just letting him wake up with breasts was too good. Everybody wanted to be around when he came to and found breasts resting on that beautiful, well defined male chest. All of them were a little curious as to how it would look, but the Doc was confident he could do what needed to be done. Years ago he had installed a small clinic for all the kinds of adjustments his buyers might require, and he was now quite confident in his ability to do what was needed. The fewer people involved, the better.

Of course, all 104 knew was that something was going to happen to him as he continued to struggle walking on high heels. He'd mastered the first pair pretty well, and his reward was getting a pair with heels that were an inch higher. Now he was stumbling again, and these two goons weren't very understanding as they swatted his bare ass with their hands. 104 was scared, but what could he do? What where they doing to him, calling him a girl, making him wear high heels. How far would they take this nonsense, this humiliation. He was a man.........he was a man.....

I hope you continue to enjoy the story, and I continue to enjoy hearing from you. Especially you submissives looking for a Master. I'm still looking for a true slave as well, so let me hear from you. Be sure to let me know where you're from when you contact me, and any suggestions are really appreciated. I've already taken two that I'm working into the story. Thanks guys, you know who you are!