Sex Toy Enslavement

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

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I thought the readers might enjoy knowing that the inspiration for the twins came from a young submissive in Canada. The physical description of the twins is as close as I can make it to the reality........right down to the dimples. I want to thank this young slave for being my inspiration for these characters, and I hope you enjoy what happens to them.

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

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.

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)

116: 23 yo, 5'11", 185, 7" cut, Anglo, tight swimmer's build with well defined chest and abs, red hair and green eyes, straight?, newest captive.

XX (Holt): 28 yo, 6'2", 200, 7.5" uncut, Anglo, muscular, blond hair and blue eyse, straight, former Boss, now slave.

Radar: 30 yo, 5'11", 175, 7" cut, Anglo, muscular, well defined, black hair and green eyes, straight, the Doctor's

personal slave, captive for 10 years.

Bosses:

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

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

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

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

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

Williams: 29 yo, 6'1", 195, 7.5" cut, Anglo, well defined and cut, brown and brown, straight, special project employee.

Buyers:

Mr. X: Late 40's, 5'7", 195 (pudgy), Anglo, balding, computer genius. Bought 104 (making into she/he).

Mr. Y: Early 50's, 5'9", 190 (average build), Anglo, thinning gray hair, Wall Street genius. Bought XX and 105.

Sex Toy Enslavement

Chapter 12

Part 1

As Watts drove to the pick up point he found himself to be a little more excited than usual. The "Grab" always excited him, the sudden change of status, the confusion, the tears and screaming, often the first fucking of their lives, but this one was going to be very different. This would be the first time that slave's would come into the compound as free men. The transition would still be abrupt and enjoyable to watch, but there would be a much different feel about the whole operation. That excited him, along with the fact that he would be fucking both of them before the day was out. He'd never fucked twins before. He'd fucked a twin, but not the brother, this was going to be delicious. Would there be differences in the way their asses responded to being invaded? He'd have to pay close attention to really get the full enjoyment out of this.

When he drove up to the location he began to see a lot of men walking around waving to the trucks going by. He knew what he was looking for because he'd told them to take their shirts off so it would be easier to spot them.........and there they were, two beautiful hunks of man meat just waiting to be taken, and take them he would. They also spoted him about the same time, though his vehicle was different they were intent on meeting up with the gringo prepared to pay them each $150 a day for five days. That money was badly needed by their family in Mexico, it would go a long way for them there. Benito and Benjamin ("j" is pronounced like an "h" in Spanish) had been in the country almost a year. They had other older brothers up here as well in Dallas, all of them sending money home to the family in Mexico. Both of them had prayed that this gringo was on the level, they needed the work, they needed the money.

Watts saw the two beautiful men and pulled over to the side of the road. Both guys eagerly ran up to the truck as Watts hit the power locks. "Ya'll ready to get to work," he called out amicably as Benito got in the front seat and Benjamin got in the back.

"Si, Senor Watts," replied an eager Benito, "we hoped you not forget about us," he continued, never dreaming that he and his brother had been central to Watts' thoughts for the past two days.

"Oh no, I was counting on you being here, there's plenty that needs to be done, but," continued Watts, having already decided how he wanted this to happen, "I haven't had a chance to grab breakfast yet. You guys hungry? Let me buy you guys some breakfast."

Both young men are delighted that this seems like a nice guy, they've run into all kinds, and this bodes well for the next few days. What they don't know is that Watts simply wants to have some time to get more information on them. If he finds out anything that would cause an abort, he'll get a sudden emergency phone call, and drop these guys off. He doesn't expect that to be the case, but you don't do this kind of thing as long as he has without realizing you always have to be careful.

He stopped at a nearby diner where he knew he could get bacon and eggs while his future slaves could enjoy their last meal as free men of chorizo and eggs with tortillas. He found it intoxicating to be doing this with these young men, knowing that later today he'd be fucking both of them and their smiling faces would be contorted with screams of pain. "Pay attention", he thinks, "stay focused."

"So what part of Mexico are you boys from," he asks with a smile. They answer, and its some nothing town in southwest Mexico he's never heard of. "Do you have much family here in Houston," he continues with the same faux smile. Again they're glad to just visit with this friendly American, and let him know they have brothers in Dallas, but no one here in Houston. "So you guys live on your own then, or what," he continues in his friendly and open manner. He then notices that they become a bit hesitant, as if wondering about the questions, so he changes his tactic as they respond vaguely that they live with friends.

"Okay he says," as their food arrives and they begin to eat, "the most important thing I want to know," he asks with a bit of seriousness that has the boys wondering, "which one of you is the oldest," he asks with a big smile.

Both young men relax immediately, realizing this is just a friendly American who doesn't really know what to talk about and was just getting to know them a little, they both smile as Benito responds, "I am Senor, I'm 45 minutes more older than my brother," he laughs as he continues to eat a delicious breakfast. "This is going to be a good day after all," he thinks, while Watts is thinking, "then you'll probably be the one I fuck first."

In short, Watts gets no red flags, this is a go, and these boys are about to become slaves. He smiles with anticipation as he asks if the boys are ready to get to work. They both look at him eagerly and respond that they are.

As Watts is driving into the warehouse compound he prepares the boys for the farce, "First thing I need is a bunch of boxes moved. It may seem like make-work, but placement of boxes in a warehouse is critical. We had a shipment put in the wrong place, and are using our heavy equipment in another warehouse. So I'll need these boxes loaded onto a flatbed dolly moved to another spot in the warehouse, and stacked there. There's no air conditioning in that part of the warehouse, so if you want to take off your shirts, or even just work in your shorts, it'll be okay......you'll be the only guys there.

He shows the boxes to the boys, sets them up, notices that they both decide to take off their shirts, seem to think about their pants, but decide to leave them on. "I'll check on ya'll in a couple of hours, just keep at it, and there's a water jug over there against the wall." Then he left to let them start working up a sweat in the hot warehouse.

About an hour and a half later he and the doctor casually came by and found the two young men working hard and pouring sweat in their boxer briefs as they were loading the dolly. Watts introduced the Doctor as the owner of the warehouse as both boys scurried to get their jeans on, but Watts stopped them. "Don't worry about that guys, we both grew up working in warehouses like this,"he lied, "we know what it's like." Both young men paused then turned with red faces to meet the owner. The Doctor, for his part, tried to put them at ease.

"I remember doing just what you guys are doing now, and sweating just a much," the Doctor said jovially as he extended his hand to each youth. "Don't worry about it, I'm sorry we don't have any fans in this part of the warehouse," he said as he looked over their beautiful bodies, six pack abs, well pronounced chests, muscular arms and legs, and faces that looked like cherubs. He actually felt his cock begin to stir a little. "We were just headed out for a bite of lunch, can we pick anything up for you boys?"

"Benito couldn't believe how nice these guys were being to them, and said, "We'll grab a sandwich around here somewhere, but thank you Senor."

"Well, that's the problem, there's not really any lunch places among all these warehouses. You boys just keep working and we'll grab you some burgers and a couple of beers," and Watts and the Doctor were on their way.

"Take them as soon as we get back Watts, they're incredible, you've got that bonus."

They had a pleasant lunch and Watts got everything ready. When they returned to the warehouse the boys were still at it. They were workers, you had to give them that, thought the Doctor, if they work as hard at being sex slaves, they'll be worth a fortune.

Watts gave them their burgers and two beers he'd already opened for them. Then stood back and chatted with them while they ate and drank, waiting. Benjamin started going first, but Benito was right behind him. Watts hadn't messed around with the beers, he put enough in to get the job done quickly, and it had.

Trainer and Murphy came around the corner, got the couple of boxes off the flat bed dolly, and the two of them threw the new slaves on their conveyance. As they did this they literally tore the underwear off their bodies. "They'll be out about two hours," Watts told them.

"Good," Trainer said, that will give me time to get their collars on and get them ready. I'm going to string them up, facing each other in The Room. The Doctor and I have talked a little about this, and we want to try something with these two. Great job Watts, they're incredible."

Just over two hours later, as in birth, so now, Benito opened his eyes to his new world just before his brother. What he saw terrified him. Just over an arm's length away, his brother was suspended by chains from a metal running beam on the ceiling. His arms were spread apart by some type of bar, his wrists being attaced to it. He was standing on his tip toes, and his feet had shackles on them. The other frightening detail was that he was hanging there naked, and worse Benito quickly realized that his condition was identical to his brother's. He had to do something, but what.

All their lives, Benito had been the true older brother, even if it was only forty-five minutes older. He had looked after his younger brother, and all their lives, from the time they were in the womb next to each other, they had remained that close. That was why when Benito decided to come to the States to look for work, it wasn't even a decision for Benjamin, he just started getting ready to follow his brother. It was a joke in the family, but it was also sometimes true, they were so close they could feel each other's feelings, and now, Benito felt the fear of his brother as he began to stir.

"Donde estamos," Benjamin fearfully said when he saw his brother hanging in front of him?

"Still in the warehouse, I think," Benito said, trying to put a little reassurance in his voice, though he failed miserably putting it into his eyes. All he knew for sure was that he had to get Benjamin out of here no matter what. He just had no idea how.

The Doctor watched them from a vantage point where they couldn't see him. They were indeed beautiful. He was estimating and would get exact figures later, but he figured they were about 5'10" tall, probably weighed about 170 lbs., couldn't have more than a 30" waist, cocks looked like they'd be a respectable 7" or so, dusty brown hair and beautiful brown eyes, and the perkiest nipples he'd seen in a while. But it was when he saw one from the back that he actually drew in his breath a little, dimples, two of them just above and on either side of the ass crack........dimples........damn, it just kept getting better and better. There was a fortune strung up in front of him, and even more if he could accomplish what he hoped to accomplish with them.

"I see the two of you are back with us," the Doctor said with a cold indifference in his voice. "Good, we can get started then."

"What do you do with us," Benito demanded, but was startled when the Doctor viciously slapped Benjamin across his face.

"Bastarde," Benito shouted only to see the Doctor strike Benjamin again.

"Shut up," the Doctor demanded, "everytime you speak without permission, your brother will pay the price, do you understand me........puta."

Benito's eyes smoldered as he looked at the Doctor, but he kept quite.......for now. He needed information, what was going on? The fact was he was about to find out, and he wasn't prepared for this reality.

"I know you are both confused right now, and I understand that, but you need to pay attention to me. If you don't understand something I'm saying, just say 'please,' and I'll use different words. Believe me when I say I'm being more considerate of you than I am to most in your situation, but this is a unique situation.

"The world you once knew, as miserable as it was, is gone. You are now in my world. I own you, and I mean own in every sense of the word. You are slaves.......esclavos........, and I am your Master.........Amo. You will be trained as sex slaves and sold. While you are being trained you will do what you are told immediately or you will be punished. The collars around your necks are sensitive to a radio frequency. If you go beyond the effective range of the frequency the collars detonate, and your heads will be blown off. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

As the Doctor looked into Benito's eyes he saw understanding and Benito nodded and said, "Si, Senor."

"That's another small detail," the Doctor said, "you will refer to me as Master. Additionally, you need to know that if you fail to obey me or any of my men, the collar can be used as a punishment devise." With that the Doctor pushed a button on his remote control and both young men started screaming as they tried vainly to get their hands to the collars that were burning their necks. Once the Doctor ceased pushing the button the pain ended, and both boys found themselves breathing hard and sweating from the pain and the exertion.

"Now your devices are a little different from the other slaves, because ya'll's training is going to be a little different," the Doctor said as he moved closer to Benito. "Let's say for instance that I tell you to suck my dick, and you unwisely hesitate to do so, then I will punish you," the Doctor said as he raised the control in front of Benito's face and moved his thumb to the button. Benito already knew how painful the collar was and started saying, "No, please, no," but the Doctor's thumb came down on the button and Benito braced for the burning, except it was Benjamin that screamed and struggled as the collar burned his neck.

Benito shouted out, "Please, no, please, don't do that," and finally the Doctor lifted his thumb. "Please," Benito said, "I understand, I will do as you say."

"Good," the Doctor gloated a little as he turned to Benjamin, "and do you understand that when you fail to obey me or one of my men," and the Doctor raised the control again, as Benjamin shouted, "Please, no, I understand.......I understand," but it wasn't soon enough because the Doctor pressed the button again, and Benito cried out in pain and jerked in his chains.

"Then I think we understand each other," the Doctor stated, "if either of you fails to be obedient, the other will pay the price." The thought of this arrangement actually made the Doctor a little hard, this was going to be so much fun, he thought.

"Now let me take a little time to explain just what I mean when I say you are my slaves," he said as he moved in front of Benjamin and took hold of his ball sac. "This, and everything attached to it, belongs to me," and he began to squeeze the kid's balls, a little bit at first, then much harder. As the pressure increased so did the moaning from Benjamin. Nothing like this had ever happened to him, he had no reference point to try and make any sense out of it. Why was this gringo doing this to them, why he wondered as he continued to moan from the pain emanating from his groin?

"And hear this boi, and believe it, nothing on earth will change that reality, until I say it's different, and I won't say that until somebody else pays me good money for these," he said while continuing to crush the poor boy's balls.

Benito started to say something, but was cut off by the Doctors strong loud voice, "You need to learn slave, that slaves do not speak without permission. If they do, they are punished," and he held the control up with his thumb to the button which caused Benito to shut up immediately.

The Doctor then let go of the control which then hung loosely on his wrist and reached over and took Benito's ball sac into his other hand. The brothers were now connected through the hands of this sadist, and they both began to suffer together. The Doctor was in heaven. It wasn't that he had never hurt two guys at the same time, but he had never stood between two identical persons and joined them through their pain. Both the slaves began to squirm and moan, but refrained from saying anything. His control was already beginning to assert itself over them, and what they didn't realize is that his control was based on their love for each other. This was simply delicious and the Doctor savored the moment as he increased the pressure in both hands.

"Now, you slaves have a choice to make. I want to train you as a pair of slaves. If I'm satisfied that I can do that, then I can tell you that whatever happens, you'll be together and can continue to look out for one another. However, if I'm not satisfied that you can be trained as a pair, then I will separate you, train you separately, and sell you to two different Masters in different parts of the world, and I can guarantee each of you that you'll never see the other one again. Do you understand me?"

Even in pain, the brothers heard and understood the threat. Neither could conceive of a life without the other. Neither would want a life without the other, and they believed this madman could do what he said. They had no power, and even if one of them were to get away, if he went to the authorities he'd simply be deported. They were powerless in this country, they could do nothing. All they could do was try and stay together at any cost, to see if an opportunity arose where they could get away, and failing that, be there for each other in this Hell. They both understood this and they could see that fact in each other's eyes. Whatever happened, they had to stay together........at any cost.

"So I find myself in the unique position of asking a slave a question about his preference, but since this is such a unique situation, I'll do it just this once. The simple fact is I don't want to waste a lot of time and effort trying to create something by force that I can have immediately by consent. So you both need to decide now if you want to stay together. Because if you do, you both will have to be obedient, or I'll separate you and you'll never see each other again, I promise you that."

The Doctor stared at both of them a moment to let what he said sink in. He could see in their eyes their defeat, he knew their answer, even as they did before he had asked the question. They would do anything to stay together, anything.

"If you are both committed to staying together and understand that the price of that gift that I give to you is your absolute obedience, then I will give you each a chance to demonstrate that to me." With that, Benito felt the chain above him begin to lower, as he came down on the flat of his feet the Doctor ordered him, "Get down on your knees in front of your brother." As he did this, Benito found his face to be only inches from his brothers cock and balls. "Now lick your brother's balls slave," the Doctor commanded. Normally, the Doctor would never have refered to a relationship between slaves like that, but now he was doing it for emphasis, to degrade and humiliate each of them, while at the same time reminding them why they were doing this, and his strategy was working.

Benito looked up at the Doctor for an instant, and the Doctor looked back at him, quizzically, asking with his eyes, "do you want to be separated?" He then, slowly, bent forward the few inches necessary, pushed his tongue from his mouth and began to lick his brother's balls, the only balls in the world that were identical to his own........in a perverse way he realized he was licking not only his brother's balls, but his own as well. He licked them until his face was wet with his own saliva, and when told to take them into his mouth, he did so.

"Now suck your brother's cock and make him cum in your mouth, slave, and hold that cum there until I give you permission to swallow it. Now Slave!!"

Benito took his brother's cock into his mouth. He hated what he was doing, as did his brother, tears began to fall down his cheeks, but if this was the price of staying together, they would pay it, they would pay anything. He began to suck the cock and it began to respond. His brother couldn't help reacting to having his cock in someone's mouth. He knew it was his brother, but it was also his cock in a mouth, and it felt good. Benito knew he would have to pleasure his brother some, to excite him into shooting his load into his mouth. After a minute or so, the shock of what was happening began to recede and there was simply, what was happening. His brother's cock began to grow in his mouth. Soon it was hard and firm and just over 7" of lusting flesh with no conscience, just a desire for pleasure. Benito was counting on that, as he continued to swallow hard cock.

He'd never had another man's cock in his mouth, and didn't really know what he was doing. However, he decided that since it was almost his cock in his mouth, he'd do what he thought would pleasure himself. He played with the head of the cock with his tongue. He also found if he wrapped his tongue around the corona his brother always jerked and moaned in response. He ever slipped his tongue up and down his brother's piss slit. Finally he began to push the cock deeper into his throat. He started to gag a little, but could feel his brother's response as his cock was massaged by the wet walls of his throat. He also noticed that his bit of gagging was producing great quantities of spit which seemed to make his brother's dick even more sensitive as it slipped more easity down his throat.

Benito was working hard to make his own brother shoot his cum into his mouth. It was insanity, but if it was what kept them together then he would do it. Benjamin was becoming more excited. What eighteen year old doesn't enjoy good head? The fact that it was his brother broke his heart, but his cock didn't have a heart or a conscience, and all the signals it kept sending to Benjamin were.......this is great!! Soon, even in his conflicted state, he could feel that wonderful feeling men get when their balls begin to churn that load preparing it for release. He began to groan from pleasure this time, and Benito could sense that his brother was about to shoot his load into his mouth. He had enough presence of mind to realize if his brother shot while his cock was down his throat, he would lose the cum, and the Doctor had told him to hold it in his mouth. Just as he felt the pressure of the load of cum as it passed within Benjamin's cock which was pressed against his tongue, he pulled his head back so that Benjamin's cock was in his mouth, and the load burst into that warm moist receptical, again and again and again Benjamin shot into Benito's mouth, and Benito held it all, just as the Doctor had ordered.

As Benjamin was coming down from the high of a climax, which was aided by the fact that it was an entirely physical exercise, the Doctor stepped over to Benito, patted him on the cheek a little, almost causing Benito to lose part of Benjamin's massive load, and told him, "Good boi," like he was a dog or something. What Benito didn't know yet was that the Doctor was actually nicer to dogs than he was to slaves.

"Now it's your turn to demonstrate your obedience slave," the Doctor said, as he looked into Benjamin's eye's, while Benito felt the chains holding his spreader bar begin to go up until he was once again on tip toes. Simultaneously, Benjamin felt himself being lowered, and soon he was on his knees with his brother's cock and balls only inches from his mouth.

"I know how there's always a lot of competition between brothers, and I can only imagine it would be greater among twins. It might interest you to know that your brother filled his mouth with your cum in almost exactly twelve minutes. Now since he's already excited, because sucking cock always excites a slave, that puts you at a bit of an advantage. So, if you can't open your mouth and show me your brother's cum in precisely eleven minutes your brother will feel my disappointment in you.........do you understand slave?"

Benjamin didn't bother with a response, he knew what this sadist wanted from him, and he knew he was looking for any reason to further hurt his brother, that reason would not be because of him. He took Benito's cock in his mouth and began to suck it with an eagerness that delighted the Doctor. This was going to be so much fun, he thought again. These two are going to be worth a fortune. Each one beautiful, but watching them now.......it was like watching a beautiful sexy man give himself a blow job. It was stimulating on so many levels, and it would only get better with training.

Of course none of this was on Benjamin's mind. All he wanted was for his brother to shoot his load into his mouth so he could show it to that puta Doctor, but he quickly realized that he had to focus on what he was doing. Since all of this was new to him he began to pay close attention to his brother's reactions. Like Benito, he soon began to realize how he could stimulate him. Long, wet strokes of his mouth as he tongued his cock. Rubbing the base with his tongue, then running his tongue around the base of the head......all of it began to cause Benito to respond. Maybe the Doctor had been right about him already being stimulated. He too soon discovered if he forced the cock down his throat a little, though it caused him to gag somewhat, the effect on his brother was immediate. Then he remember how it had felt on him and began to vigorously deep throat his brother's cock. He wished his hands were free, he'd rub his balls a little and encourage them to release their load into his waiting mouth.

He wasn't sure how long it had been, it seemed too long to him, but he noticed that his brother was beginning to groan a little more and began thrusting his cock into his mouth with a little more eagerness. Benjamin encouraged this by groaning in response, encouraging his brother to shoot into his mouth, begging him to release his load. Maybe it was the combination of both their desire, Benito's to cum because of the pleasure being given his dick, Benjamin's to save his brother from an uncertain but painful punishment. Whatever the cause, Benito began to groan even more, and Benjamin suddenly felt his brother's cock swell in his mouth. He began for a reason unknown to him, to actually suck his brother's cock, adding a new stimulation, and it took his brother over the edge and he started shooting volleys of cum into his brother's mouth, again and again, he shot, emptying his balls, hating what was happening and what he was doing, but feeling the delight of orgasm nonetheless. Benjamin just hoped, after taking the last bit of cum in his mouth, pulling off his brother's cock, and opening his cum filled mouth, that it had been in time.

The Doctor looked at them both, feeling a tremendous sense of victory. Slaves for less than three hours and they already each had their mouths filled with their brother's cum. He hadn't really cared about the time, but he enjoyed the anxiety of the younger brother and now looked at his watch. He waited a moment, knowing the younger brother only wanted to know that Benito was going to be okay. Finally, he spoke, "Ten minutes and fifty-two seconds. Congratulations." he mockingly said to Benjamin, at least when he gets his beating tonight, it won't have been because of you.

"BASTARDE," Benjamin wanted to scream, but he didn't. He was learning to guard his reaction since it would only cause his brother pain, and he would have had to spit the cum out to yell it, and he hadn't been given permission to do anything with it yet, except hold it. Benjamin was learning fast how to survive in this world, but before he could think anymore about what had happened he felt his upper chains begin to pull him back up to his toes as well. Soon he and his brother were back in the position they'd found themselves in when they came to, except they were holding each other's cum in their mouths.

Then at a signal from the Doctor, the chains above them brought their spreader bars closer together. They were now standing on their toes, but only inches apart, almost touching.

"You both did a good job and went a long way in convincing me that you'll be obedient slaves, just remember, you disobey me or any of my men and your brother suffers. Now since you both did such a good job, you both deserve a little reward. Your brother is holding your reward in his mouth. I want you to exchange your cum loads, so each of you is holding his own cum. Take your time, but make sure you end up with only your cum in your mouth, and don't let a drop escape. NOW SHIT HEADS NOW!!" the Doctor yelled.

Neither brother had any idea if what the Doctor was telling them to do was even possible, but neither wanted the other to suffer for his lack of effort, so they moved the few inches between them till their mouths were interlocked. Each opened his mouth and began to use his tongue to push the cum in his mouth into the other's mouth. They kept their mouths pressed hard against each other, their cum soaked tongues battling each other in an attempt to make an impossible exchange.

"That's right, get all of your own cum and give your brother's back. Keep at it, hurry up, we don't have all day. Is that you Mr. Watts? I believe we're almost ready for you. Now, you two sex sluts, swallow whatever you have in your mouth, NOW, SWALLOW IT," the Doctor ordered as he slapped both of them on their ass simultaneously.

It was remarkable, and something the Doctor would never know about, but each brother tried to swallow the majority of the cum, saving the other from as much of the humiliation as possible. Of course, if the Doctor had known, he would simply have used that information to further humiliate or torture these boys.

"Well Mr. Watts, I see you've changed since earlier. Are you more comfortable," the Doctor asked as Watts walked in wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist and using another to towel dry his hair.

"You were right Doctor, the shower felt great, and now I'm ready for my privileges."

"Of course Mr. Watts, and I want you to know you've earned them. I'm delighted with your selections."

Benito and Benjamin were catching most of the conversation. Their English had improved a good deal since they had arrived in the States, and they were both very bright, but occassionally they would look at each other to see if they understood. Now they both began to realize that it was this man that had set them up for this, this man, that they had thought of as a savior because of the promise of work, this man, who had made a point of luring them back, this man, who had been so friendly with them, this was the man who had ruined their lives. These young men were actually gentle souls, but either one would have gladly killed Watts with their bare hands right now.

"Well slaves, here's the thing, Mr. Watt's always gets first privileges with new slaves. It's a little extra that seems to encourage him to do good work. So, he's here now to collect that debt. He gets to fuck one of you. The question is which one wants to get fucked?"

The brothers looked at each other, and both had pretty much the same idea at the same time, as each began to beg the Doctor, "Please Master, fuck me, please, fuck me."

"Shut up," Benito hissed at Benjamin, "shut up now."

"No," Benjamin answered back angrily, "Please Master, fuck me," he shouted more loudly.

"No, fuck me, please Master, fuck me," Benito tried to out shout his brother.

Watts and the Doctor looked on with an amused expression, and Watts asked, "When was the last time you heard two straight guys beg that hard and loud to be fucked," he chuckled, missing the point of what was happening, but the Doctor didn't miss it. These two were going to be remarkable, there seemed to be nothing they wouldn't do for each other. Their love for each other would be the tool he would use to make remarkable sex toys out of them. He simply smiled and marvelled at this remarkable spectacle. Of course he knew they were both going to be fucked, but he let them believe only one would be.

"So which one would you like," the Doctor casually asked Watts, as if he were picking a donut from a rack. The twins continued to cry out, desperately trying to keep him from the other. Watts walked over to them, and since they were literally next to each other, their dicks actually touching, he started rubbing a hand on each of the two asses. He rubbed a little, then pushed his hand in each crack a little. Both boys were terrified, nothing like this had ever happened to either of them, and each was determined to save his brother from it happening to him now.

"Fuck me, Mr. Watts," Benito shouted, "I was the one you saw, I was the one you wanted, fuck me Sir, please fuck me."

And with that, Watts started moving behind Benito a little and placed both hands on his ass and separated his ass cheeks exposing his virgin hairless hole, and actually fingering it a bit.

"Yes, Mr. Watts, it feels wonderful," Benito shouted as tears began to fall down his face again, "It's just waiting for you Mr. Watts, fuck me, please fuck me."

"No," Benjamin shouted, "you would enjoy me more, Mr. Watts, I really do want you to fuck me, I've wanted it from the first moment I saw you, that's why I ran over to the car, please fuck me."

"No, he lying," Benito shouted, "fuck me Mr. Watts, fuck me, I'm the one you wanted."

"Shut up, both of you," the Doctor shouted, "the next one of you that utters a word without permission will be punished, and you know what that means, your brother will be punished."

Now an eerie yet tense quite fell over the room as Watts continued his inspection of each slave. Both were crying now. Each had done what he could do without bringing down more punishment on the other. All each of them could do now was to pray that he would be the one to be fucked, and not his brother. It really had not occured to them that they were both about to be fucked, maybe it was foolish, maybe it was their innocence, maybe it was the last straw of sanity in an insane situation, for whatever reason, the simple fact remained that each was willing to lay his body under this sadist in the hope it would keep his brother from being there.

Finally, Watts moved behind Benjamin, it wasn't that there was a difference, hell, they were identical, he just wanted to be able to look into the older brother's eyes while he fucked the younger one. He thought that might be a little more stimulating.

"Here you are," the Doctor said, as he handed Watts a little lube. "This might make it a little more enjoyable for you."

"Thank you," Watts said as he put some lube on his rock hard cock. It had been that way since he'd come in with the towel wrapped around him. He'd been looking forward to this since he had spotted Benito. Now he moved in behind Benjamin, which actually moved him closer into Benito as well. As he felt his cock touch that tender virgin hole, Watts put his arms around the two of them to secure his position to push into Benjamin. Benjamin was crying now, terrified of what was about to happen to him. Benito pressed his cheek against his brother's and whispered into his ear, "Tranquilo chiquito, tranquilo," but he could say no more because he too began to sob.

His face was pressed next to his brother as Benjamin screamed when Watts pushed savagely inside him. There was no preparation, there was no slow entering, there was nothing, only the desire on Watts' part to cause maximun discomfort while he sought his pleasure. There was finally, just the savagery of a vicious rape. Benjamin continued to scream in pain as Benito tried desperately to comfort him, knowing there was no comfort for what was happening. He wept, how could they have been so foolish, it was simply too good to have been true, how........now they would pay the price for their foolishness.

Watts had never experienced anything quite like it. It was intoxicating, fucking a man with his back turned to you and looking him straight in the face at the same time, and what a face, beautiful, compassionate and loving as it was cheek to cheek with itself, and yet eyes that burned with hatred staring back at you. God, this was remarkable!

And the uniqueness of it spurred him on to a new fierceness. He showed no mercy as he pulled his cock almost completely out of that tender, delicious hole, then rammed it back in till his pubic hairs were moist against those rounded ass cheeks. He'd noticed the unusual dimples and he knew that soon they would be dripping moisture as he exerted himself with this slave. He established a slow enjoyable rhythm initially, only beginning to build up his pace as he thought about what he was doing, and was turned on even more in spite of himself. "Oh well," he thought, as he began to fuck even more savagely, "I can fuck them both as many times as I want, so why not," and he began to fuck in earnest.

As he neared his climax, Watts decided he'd add just a touch more pleasure to the mix, letting go of Benito and pressing his hands between them and grabbing onto Benjamin's nipples. Once attached, he held them like a man possessed. Benjamin, who had thought it couldn't get worse, discovered for the first of many times to come, how wrong he was. He screamed again from the new pain assaulting his nipples, and that was all Watts needed to feel himself begin to shoot. Benjamin felt it also. He wasn't sure at first, but he felt the throbbing of Watts' cock and then felt the added moisture of it in his ass chute. It was horrible, a man was using him as a woman and leaving his seed in him.

Watts, as if he sensed what he was thinking about spoke into Benjamin's ear, "that's right slut, you're my bitch now, and no matter how many other men fuck you, I will always be the one who left his seed in you first, and don't you forget it.......bitch."

Benjamin was inconsolable, it was true, he was a bitch now, nothing would ever change that, or take back what had happened to him, but it was only the beginning of what was going to happen to the two of them now. As Watts pulled his moist cock out of Benjamin, he continued to stare into the eyes of his next victim, and now Benito finally understood that Benjamin was only to be the first. He didn't cry anymore for himself, because he didn't want to further upset his brother, who was coming to pieces. He resolved within himself that this man was going to fuck him, but he would never truly reach inside him, no matter how far he stuck his accursed cock into him.

Within only a few minutes Watts was ready for his next fuck. He never really went very soft, such was his excitement about what he was about to do. He moved behind Benito and started running his hand between his lovely ass cheeks. The Doctor was right, looking down at those lovely dimples just above his ass, excited him for some reason, he had no idea why, and didn't care, he was enjoying himself too much to analyze it. He loved the feel of this ass, identical to the other, but a little more tense, a little more resistant........good he thought, try to keep me out of that hole you little cunt.

"And now it's your turn to enter the ranks of bitches, cunts who used to be men before a real man used them like the bitch they are," he whispered into Benito's ear. Tears streamed down Benito's face, and Benjamin, who was coming out of his own hell, for the first time realized that he hadn't saved his brother from anything. He pulled himself out of his own misery and began to whisper words he hoped would comfort his brother. With their bodies still touching they looked into each other's eyes and realized their lives were now changed forever. Strangely, though Benito was angry, scared, and humiliated in all of this, he was also glad that his brother would not be alone, he would soon be just as him, a bitch fucked by a man, the entrance fee was this man fucking him. Though he hated the feeling of a man's hand touching him in one of his most private areas, he tried to relax his ass, to invite this diablo to make him the same as his brother.

Watt's first pushed one of his fingers into that delightful hole, moving it around, causing Benito to moan in pain and humiliation. Then he raised one hand and put in around Benito's throat and under his chin. He pulled Benito's head back till it was next to his own, putting his mouth right next to Benito's ear, and whispered, "and you, my little Mexican boi, I want to thank you for having your shirt off the other day and catching my eye, I want to thank you for calling your beautiful little brother over to the car, I want to thank you for working hard to be there early to be sure and see me when I arrived, and I want to thank you for this lovely ass that I'm about to fuck," and with that, he stuck his tongue into Benito's ear in a most intimate way. Benito's skin crawled in a way it hadn't even with this bastard's finger in his ass. His tongue somehow seemed more vile than his cock, maybe because it was the source of the lies that had brought him and his brother to this place. He tried to resist the continued invasion, but that only excited Watts more, so he lingered with his tongue in that beautiful ear.

Tears streamed down Benito's face as he realized his life, as he had known it, was over, he would now live only for his brother, to try to keep him as safe as he could in a world where he was powerless. It was a hopeless situation, but for his brother's sake he would never give up hope. Those were his thoughts as he felt Watts' cock pressing at the door of his ass. He knew there was no way to keep him out, in fact, right now, he wouldn't if he could. His brother was in hell, he had to join him there in order to protect him.

"This feels so good," Watts murmured into Benito's ear, as he held onto both boys again and pushed himself into this wonderfully tight ass. He could feel the entire sphincter of this boy closing around his cock, massaging his cock in a way no other muscle could, giving him pleasure in ways he constantly sought. This was worth whatever it took, to experience this marvelous feeling. He began fucking this cunt in earnest, it only got better as he went on.

Benito was crying and moaning in earnest now as well. He would have described the experience much differently from Watts, but no one cared about his description. His brother was whispering to him, kissing him on the side of his face, as he was being raped. To say this was sureal, would only suggest the reality of the situation. Watts went on for another fifteen minutes or so, then began to push even harder and faster. Benito was praying for this man to shoot his load as quickly as he could, the pain was almost unbearable. He felt like a tree was pushing and growing inside him, he was completely filled with this man. The intimacy of it was repulsive to him.

Finally, as with Benjamin, Watts let go of the two boys and grabbed onto Benito's nipples, and like Benjamin, Benito screamed in agony as he felt as if his nipples were being torn from his body. There was no end to the pain, it was everywhere, please God, please, make it stop, and maybe the screaming helped to attain that goal because it pushed Watts over the edge again, and he began to shoot cord after cord of cum into this slave's ass, again and again, until he was still, holding onto his body and relishing the feeling of emptying his balls.

Benito hoped it was over now, but he was wrong. Before Watts finished he had fucked each of the brothers again. They could both feel cum dripping from their violated holes down the inside of their thighs, as they each tried to comfort the other.

"Isn't this just too sweet," Trainer growled as he came into the room. He'd been busy with 116 most of the morning. He was on a tight schedule with 116, and in order to prepare him for what was going to happen in two days, Trainer had spent the morning with him here in The Room while the twins had been moving boxes. 116 was now lying semi-conscious in his cell, crying incoherently, desperately wondering what happened to his world, much like the twins, and for that matter, most of the slaves in the compound.

"If you're finished with your privileges," Trainer said to Watts, as Watts wrapped the towel around himself again, "I was hoping to begin another aspect of their training."

"Certainly, Mr. Trainer," Watts replied with a smile, "I'm feeling like a massage, a steam and a shower about now." Watts indeed was looking forward to that, all with the assistance of a slave or two.

"Enjoy yourself, Mr. Watts," Trainer added, "I really appreciate the addition you've just made to our stable," he said with a smile. Though Benjamin and Benito never saw that smile, they were too busy simply looking into each other's eyes, trying to encourage each other.

"I'm glad you're here," the Doctor said to Trainer, "but before you begin I believe new names for new realities are appropriate. If I remember right we're at 117."

"That's correct Sir," Trainer said.

"Well since it is my sincere hope that these slaves will remain together I've decided that I only want to use one number. They will both be 117. This one," the Doctor said as he slapped Benito hard on his ass, causing him to jump in surprise, will be A, and this one, another hard slap, will be B. That's the way I want these slaves to be referred to, as A and B. Will that work alright in your system, Mr. Trainer."

"Absolutely Sir," Trainer replied, I'll put it in the books when I get back to my office.

"Good," the Doctor said as he looked into the two faces. "Now you have new names to fit your new lives. It's appropriate that I give them to you, since everything that happens to you here comes from me. I'm going to leave you in Mr. Trainer's good hands, he'll be in charge of your training. I'll be watching, if I see there's a problem then I'll step back in personally," and with that the Doctor reached down and grabbed each boy by his balls and literally jerked each one around so that they were almost facing him, their balls being the force that had moved them. "And trust me when I say, you don't want me to have to step back in," he said savagely to them, "is that understood?"

"Yes Master," the boys responded almost in unison, the terror in their eyes quite genuine.

"Good," was all the Doctor said in response as he stared into their eyes a little longer and continued to cause excruciating pain to their balls. Both of them knew this man could kill either one of them or both of them, or even worse, let them live, but separate them so that they never saw each other again and had to live with that loss.

As the Doctor saw the fear, and the pleading in their eyes he began to loosen his grip. He finally let go, turned to Trainer and said, "once again Mr. Trainer, I'm giving you good material. You give me back a remarkable set of slaves."

"I'll give you exactly that Sir, or kill them trying." Trainer responded as he looked into the faces of both of them. They had no doubt he was being brutally honest.

As the Doctor walked out of the room Trainer picked a whip up from a nearby table. He'd left it there earlier for now. He walked up to the twins and began their indoctrination. The words may have been slightly different because of the unique situation, but the gist was the same as it had been for every slave in the compound. Their former life was over, and if they had any hope in their future life it would be because of the training they would receive from him. After he had stressed that point in several ways, he proceeded to drive it home by beating them mercilessly for the next several hours. Each came in and out of consciousness as Trainer would use the smelling saltz to bring them back. Each suffered in ways they had never imagined possible, but they would come to learn that it was very possible.......very possible. When the beating was over they were put, together, on the platform in the last vacant cell. They were barely conscious enough to cling to each other. They had been slaves for less than eight hours.

Part 2

Trainer's schedule was maxed out, he knew it, and he was exhausted. However, that was the way it was going to be for awhile with the extra training of XX and a full stable of slaves now. A month ago they'd had three empty cells, now they were more than full with another in the wings. He was a busy man, but it all translated into dollars later on, so he stayed at it. That's why when he had the twins taken out of the room and put in their cell, he had 105, 115 and 112 waiting to be brought in. Murphy and Jackson were leading them in on leashes. 115's ball weights had been removed for the session. Once again Trainer was struck with how beautiful 112 and 115 were when standing together, so opposite in many physical ways, yet when together, beautiful. 115 was slightly taller and a little more muscular, but both were extremely well defined and both had beautiful long cocks, one in a blond setting, and one nestled in a black setting. They were striking together.

As the three slaves were brought in, the Bosses led 115 and 112 to the chains where the twins had just been hanging, and strung up the new victims. All three slaves were scared, no slave in his right mind went into The Room without being afraid. Each time slaves came out, the stories seemed to get worse.

However, 105 was led over to Trainer, and his leash and hand restraints were removed. Jackson took his position by the door. It was unlikely he would be needed, but Trainer was tired, and he didn't want to make any mistakes. He'd gotten this far because he was professional about what he did, so he continued that pattern.

"Being an Alpha is perhaps the hardest role a slave can assume," Trainer said to 105. You are still a slave, make no mistake about that, and a free man still will have control over you and is free to use you.......never forget that boi.......NEVER! The biggest mistake an Alpha can make, and too many of them eventually do, is to start thinking that their status as a slave has changed......it hasn't. Your function remains the same, it will never change, to pleasure your Master, and if you fail at that task slave, any advantages you have as an Alpha can be taken away with a single word. Do you understand what I'm telling you boi?"

"Yes Sir, I understand Sir," 105 obediently responded. He was only beginning to understand what an Alpha slave was, but he was confident that he would know what he needed to know when Trainer was finished with him. He just hoped the process wouldn't be too painful.

"The difference for an Alpha is that you become a literal extension of your Master's will and dominion over other slaves as well. Your status as slave doesn't change. The things your Master has a right to expect from you doesn't change, but your Master will generally not use you in the same way in front of other slaves. However, he has that right if he chooses. That's part of the delicate balance you have to maintain."

"One of the difficulties some Alphas have is to free themselves from some associations with other slaves. You will enter a netherworld........you don't fully exist in either, and it can become a lonely place if you're not careful. You will be like a master or Boss to fellow slaves, and even though you only do what your Master has instructed you to do, because you, a slave, are doing it to another slave, that slave will find it hard to think of you or react to you in the same way again. Yet at the same time, you are still just a slave.....you are not a Master, you are not even a free man......YOU ARE A SLAVE."

105 listened to everything Trainer said to him, and while he understood what Trainer was saying, he now began to realize that this position was going to be a difficult one. All he had thought of was his opportunity to gain control over a former Boss, but in fact, he now realized that what he had been given could just as easily be taken away if he failed to please his Master. In that moment, that goal, the pleasing of his Master, became paramount to 105. He understood the precarious position of the Alpha, but he also understood that if he worked hard, he could do this. Oddly, he'd never really felt close to any of the other slaves, so maybe that would work to his advantage now.

While all this was going on 112 and 115 were suspended, looking at each other. They noticed that 105 had been unshackled, but didn't have any idea what it meant. They became more nervous as Trainer walked toward them with 105 in tow, whatever it was, it was getting started now.

"So slave," Trainer said to 105, "I will be your Master during this training period, you will even call me Master to get used to it. I want you to begin to experience the kind of diversity you should expect as an Alpha," and suddenly Trainer turned and faced 105 and took one of his nipples into his hand. "Now slave," he said, while he began to twist and turn that nipple, causing 105 to grimace in pain, "I want you to help these slaves learn that when they give a blow job, they need to conciously try to stimulate the man they are sucking, causing as much pleasure as they can. If they happen to suffer a little in the process, so much the better. Now, you can begin your demonstration by sucking me."

"Yes Master," 105 responded quickly, as he fell to his knees and unfastened the codpiece Trainer was wearing, freeing his nicely veined cock. As 105 knelt before Trainer, he bent to tenderly kiss each heavy ball hanging in the low hung sack. Then he took each orb into his mouth and lovingly warmed them with his saliva and rubbed them gently between the roof of his mouth and his tongue. 105 was aware that before his previous session with Trainer, he'd never worked like this to give pleasure to the man he was sucking. Both 112 and 115 watched and wondered what had changed for him. He looked like he was enjoying sucking Trainer's cock, was really trying to give him pleasure.

About that time, 105 gently slipped the balls out of his mouth and spoke to them as the other slaves hung there watching, "If your Master allows it, it's always nice to begin with some gentle attention to his balls. It helps to relax your Master and prepare him for the pleasure that is coming to his cock. You shouldn't rush this unless your Master specifically tells you to, it is a vital part of doing what we are supposed to do, pleasure our Masters. Do you understand?"

112 and 115 shared a stunned expression as they stared at 105. They would have been no more surprised if he had sprouted wings and flown around the room. He was a slave, but he was talking to them like he was a Boss, and he was encouraging them to really give themselves to the pleasuring of any man that required them to suck their cocks. Was this really happening?

"Master, please, would you excuse me just a moment while I try to improve these other slave's understanding of our responsibilities to free men and the importance of our giving our best efforts," 105 submissively asked?

"I think that would be an excellent use of your time slave, as long as when you get back you start over again, as my balls will have cooled off again by then."

"Of course Master, it will be my pleasure to begin again."

And with that, 105, still on his knees, turned to 112 and 115 who were only about eighteen inches away. "Too many times when a man tells a slave to suck him the slave will respond by simply taking the man's cock into his mouth and passively, though somewhat painfully, stay there while the man rams his cock in and out of his throat, until the man feeds the slave his seed." After saying that he took 112 into his mouth and demonstrated the passive manner as he waited for 112 to face fuck him. "However, that is not really pleasuring the man, that is merely allowing the man to use us as a cum recepticle, which is certainly his right, but we have failed to do what we could have done.

Again, he took 112 into his mouth, only this time he simply moistened the cock a little before releasing it and moving down to his balls. He caressed each of them with his tongue, warmed them in his mouth, then released them still damp with his saliva, and took the cock back into his mouth. However, this time he swirled his tongue around the corona of 112's cock, causing 112 to gasp with pleasure. Then he tickled 112's piss slit with his tongue, encouraging the beginning of precum. As he continued orally stimulating 112, even Trainer and 115 could see the effect he was having. 112 was actually beginng to move his hips, his eyes closed a little, and he went a little limp in his restraints. For the first time in months, 112 was feeling sexually stimulated, not treated as a sexual object, sexually stimulated. He was enjoying what was happening to him, even his breathing began to become more rapid as he became more and more excited.

However, 105 did not have permission for 112 to cum, and so, he brought his illustration to a disappointing close. As he did, he looked up into 112's eyes and had his full attention as he said with a concerned authority, "if you can consistently make another man, especially your Master, feel the way I just made you feel, don't you think that he will want to take care of you, so that he can go on experiencing that wonderful feeling. Don't you see, the best means of defense you have against abuse or torture is to make yourself such a source of pleasure for your Master, that he values you and cares for you, out of self interest.

112 and 115 were speechless. It wasn't simply that they had never expected to hear anything like this from another slave, but it was also that what 105 was saying made sense. They both realized that it echoed what Trainer had said to each of them on several occassions, but hearing it from another slave drove it home in a way they hadn't experienced before. Even Trainer was a little surprised. He'd been working with 105 a little, but now he realized that 105 was truly committed to his new Master, and what that Master offered him and his family.

However, the moment quickly changed as 105 took the balls of the two slaves into his hands and began to earnestly pull them toward the floor, "but of course, if you prefer being abused and tortured, if you prefer being stupid animals that don't see the lessons they are receiving here are valuable for their future, then you can continue in the old way. Both slaves were now screaming as 105 continued to viciously pull their balls, "Please!! 105 don't.......AAAGGGHHH.......please stop.......please!!" they cried.

"I'm not 105 to you in this room, I'm Alpha in this room, as long as Master says I am," and 105 squeezed the balls a little harder to make his point. "Who am I right now," he demanded as he increased the pressure, and both slaves, screaming from the pain quickly responded, "You're Alpha, Please Alpha, Please Stop." 105 continued squeezing for a little longer, emphasizing his prerogative to do so, then slowly he began to let go of the slave's balls, and obediently went back to demonstrating how a slave should seek to pleasure his Master. Once again he took Trainer's nuts into his mouth one at a time. He lavished them with care from his warm mouth, he rolled each one in his mouth in such a way that even Trainer, who was unusually accustomed to receiving head, found it particularly pleasurable. In fact, he thought that he would have to be sure and have 105 back to his quarters a couple of more times before he was delivered to his new Master.

Then 105 continued to surprise Trainer as he proceeded to take Trainer's cock in his mouth and lavish it with attention.......no.....affection. 105's tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. Trainer knew he was tired, but he was surprised when he found that his knees were beginning to bend a little on their own. His body was beginning to respond to 105's ministrations in ways that even surprised him. It seemed that all the training all the experiences of this slave were coming to a head on his head, and it was miraculous. It never failed to amaze him when it finally happened, when the man he was trying to break, became the slave he could train, and then, the slave whose training surprised even him. It had happened before, and it was happening again. 105 was now a well trained slave, not simply because of what he knew, and he still needed to learn more, but because of his attitude........his submission to his new reality. Not simply his body, but his person, was now a toy for the pleasure of his Master. This is what the wealthy patrons of this slave farm paid such high prices to get, and Mr. Y was going to get everything he paid for with this slave.

Trainer was pulled from his reflections as 105 continued to use his mouth to give him pleasure. 105 would gently take Trainer's cock deep into his throat where his cock head would be compressed by the moist surface of the throat, but then he would move slightly causing tingling sensations to Trainer's cock head that almost caused him to shudder, he did in fact moan a bit in pleasure, and that slight concession........that sign of pleasure on his part, was relished by 105 as he redoubled his efforts to please his Master.

105 let the head slip slowly out of his throat and then used his tongue to bathe the head in the excess saliva. His tongue became like a piece of velvet as it wrapped the head of Trainer's cock and slid over it's surface. 105 remembered the sensitivity of the corona at the base of the head as well and curved his tongue a bit to be able to tickle that deliciously soft surface with the tip of his tongue. Trainer actually jerked a bit in surprise as he felt sensations he hadn't experienced since his youthful time of self discovery, but 105 wasn't finished. He then continued to take Trainer's cock deep into his throat then move slowly, luxuriantly off the cock until he was just holding the head barely in his mouth, even risking the lightest of touches with his teeth to bring a new sensation to the banquet of feelings channeling themselves through Trainer's cock to the rest of his body, driving him to a climax that is only possible when someone is making love to you through your cock.

Trainer started to say something when 105 actually wrapped his arms gently around his legs and ran his fingers lightly over his inner thighs giving him yet another pleasurable sensation in this cacophony of pleasure. Far too soon Trainer could feel the tingling building up in his balls, still warm with 105's saliva, and almost reluctantly, he gave himself to the utter release of shooting his load into this remarkable slave's mouth. He shot again and again, feeling tinglings he hadn't felt in years, he emptied himself into this marvelous recepticle of pleasure that he had trained, but then had surprised him afterall. He stood, feeling empty yet full at the same time, relief washing over him in waves. He'd felt exhausted only moments before, and now he felt new energy beginning to flow through his body. He felt 105 slowly, tenderly pull his mouth off his cock, then looked down at him as he turned his face toward his Master and opend his mouth to show his Master's cum to him........waiting for instructions as to what should be done with this precious substance .

"You will be in my quarters for the next couple of nights slave," Trainer said as he looked down at one of his best pieces of work.

105 bowed slightly, closing his eyes in obedience to the command, then resumed his position of submission to his Master.

"You may swallow your reward slave," Trainer said with a bit of affection that took him by surprise.

But the moment passed with that statement, and Trainer was back in complete control with a good deal still to accomplish. He turned to 112 and 115 and said, "the day either one of you sorry excuses for slave flesh can give a Master head like that, will be the day you discover that little bit of control that you may still have in your life. You're both capable of doing what 105 just did to and for me, but you're holding yourselves back, you're still conflicted within yourselves about what is happening, like you have any control over it at all. From day one, I told you that the only control you would ever have was to make yourself a desirable slave. 105 just demonstrated that he's taken that control in his life, but you two still flounder around with all those thoughts of 'how could this have happened to me,' or 'I know I'll see a chance to get out of here.' In other words, you still don't think of yourselves as slaves, you're still only captives being held against your will and forced to submit. As long as you think that way, you'll never learn what 105 has learned and you'll never take hold of the only power still left to you in your miserable lives."

"DO YOU HEAR ME YOU STUPID FUCKS," Trainer yelled as he began to lash both slaves with a whip he had picked up during his diatribe. Trainer himself was a little surprised at his anger, realizing that while 105's blow job had been remarkable, he was still close to exhaustion and needed to be careful because of that.

112 and 115 were dancing on their toes, screaming, trying to get out of Trainer's way, but of course there was no place to go. There never was! Both of them heard Trainer in a way they hadn't before. While what he said infuriated them from the injustice of it all, they also realized that every word was true in its own perverse way.

Trainer stopped lashing the slaves and realized he needed to step back for a moment. He ordered 105, "I want you to work with both of these slaves, training them to do what you just did for me. You have the authority to use the force necessary to teach them what is required." He then turned to 112 and 115 and told them, "You two should listen to Alpha and learn from him. What he can teach you is the only deliverance you'll ever experience in your sorry lives."

Trainer then turned the slaves over to 105, but told Jackson quietly, "Keep an eye on everything, give 105 his head, but if he is going too far, step in, and you have my permission at the end of the training period to have 105 give you a blow job, believe me you want to take advantage of that."

Part 3

Trainer now knew that 105 was going to be the real thing for his new Master, who would become another truly satisfied customer, and that generally translated into a repeat customer, and repeat customers were the best kind in any business he knew of. He left 105 under the loose supervision of Jackson, who had instructions to give 105 his head a bit during the continued training session. When Trainer got to the secret section where XX was being trained as 105's mate in slavery, Trainer saw that Williams was enjoying a good piss in XX's mouth. He chuckled to himself as he thought again how this most basic function become at the same time one of a Master's favorite things and one of a slave's least favorite, and yet, the act itself was one which always affirmed the position of the Master as being able to do anything he wants with his slave, while at the same time the slave must accept whatever it is his Master chooses to do to him. To stay on your knees with your mouth open while another man pisses in it and you swallow for all your worth, is an ultimate act of submission, and both Master and slave realize it.

"Leave the toilet there Williams," Trainer said as he came into the room, "I've got to take a piss as well, and he'll do just fine for that."

"Sure thing, Mr. Trainer. We've gone through all the stuff you had on the agenda and I was just getting him ready for you Sir," Williams responded, eager to please Trainer.

"That's great," Trainer said, throwing him a bone, "I'll be with him for a couple of hours so why don't you take a break, get out for a little while. I'll leave him hanging or in his cage so you can go through the evening's routine before you bed him for the night."

XX listened to the two of them discuss him like he was a pet, but the reality was, a pet would be treated better than they were treating him. He was a slave, being trained to pleasure a sadist that had decided, because he could have anything, that he wanted XX, even though he had been a free man when the bastard had decided that, and now his life was changed forever. Here he was drinking the piss of this asshole who had done nothing but torment him all day long. XX wondered if this bastard knew that he too had once been a Boss, and that what had happened to himself, being capriously enslaved, could just as easily happen to him as well. Of course, all of this was moot since Williams had instructions to keep him gagged at all times, and if Williams was anything he was a stickler for following instructions because he was so intent to suck up to Trainer.

"One of your problems," Trainer said as he pulled his cock out to relieve himself into XX's opened mouth, "is that you're still thinking too much. I can see it in your face and your eyes. You're still trying to figure out what you can do about what has happened, how you can change or fix it. The real problem with that, as you already know, is that when you do that, it interferes with the training we are trying to do with you. You don't focus on your training because you're thinking about other things, like, how can I get out of this, or how can I get word to someone to help me, or who knows what all, but it means your training suffers. You simply don't learn what you need to learn.

"So today, we're going to change the training format a bit, in the hope that we'll be able to get your attention, but even if we can't, your body will actually begin to learn some things whether you want it to or not. Now isn't that brillliant on my part," Trainer said as he looked down at XX and smiled into his face while he pissed into his mouth.

XX knew he was looking into the face of the devil, but he also knew he would be in a lot more pain than he was now if he didn't swallow all of Trainer's piss, so he focused on swallowing as much and as quickly as he could. Whatever hell Trainer was talking about would make it's way to him soon enough. Tears streamed down his face as he continued his descent into slavery. How could he have ever been involved in doing to another human being what was now happening to him? How?

However, XX was quickly brought back to the present as Trainer finished his piss and started raising the chain on the spreader bar that was fastened to both of XX's wrists. He was slowly raised up off his knees and brought to an uncomfortable position on his toes. Then Trainer removed the metal cage gag in his mouth which made speech impossible, but still allowed his use as a toilet. XX had known the effectiveness of such a device before, but now he had learned first hand how terribly cruel it was.

As Trainer took the gag from XX's mouth he slapped him viciously across the face and said, "Go ahead, let your mind wander you stupid cunt, your body is about to begin learning without the incumbrance of having to depend on your brain. Your new Master has decided that he wants you hard most of the time, just as you are now, and will be from now on thanks to the drugs in your water. Don't worry the piss in it won't dilute the effectiveness of the drugs," Trainer said as he laughed. "But your Master has also decided that your nipples are to be sensitized so that you begin precumming when they are touched. It'll take a bit of time, but as you can see with 109, who was my last success story, it's something I'm able to do quite well."

XX remembered being present when Trainer did some of that sensitizing work on 109. He knew how successful Trainer had been. Before long whenever anyone had touched 109's nipples he started oozing precum. Trainer had told him that once the body was sensitized in such a way, it would always be that way, and now he was going to have nipples that were so sensitive to touch that he would start precumming on contact.

"Please, don't do this to me, please," he begged Trainer. "I'll do what you tell me, I'll be a good slave, I'll suck cock and take dick up my ass, but please, please don't make me a freak, don't do this to me."

"You stupid cunt," Trainer said as he slapped XX savagely across his face, "you aren't a freak if it's the way your Master wants you to be, and you beg me not to do this, when you think I have a choice as well. I do what your Master requires to make you the way he wants. I don't give a shit whether you cum when someone touches your tits or if you squirt when someone pats you on the ass. All I care about is that the man who is buying you gets what he pays for, and will hopefully come back and buy more slaves, trained by me to do whatever he wants. That's my priority here. If he wanted you to sing opera while standing naked in front of his house, you'd be getting singing lessons right now, but he wants you to start leaking cum whenever your nipples are touched, and by God that's what you'll do when I'm finished with you."

XX hung his head, knowing that everything that Trainer had just said was the truth in his reality. Trainer didn't give a damn, begging him was pointless, he was doing the bidding of another man, a man XX probably wouldn't see until his training was complete. Tears began to stream down his face again, not that it mattered to Trainer, who was preparing to begin his training. XX watched him taking what he needed out of a bag he'd brought with him. He recognized most of the equipment, as it was very similar with what was used on 109, it may even be the same equipment.

The first tool was so common and simple as to be laughable as a tool of torture, but it was most effective nonetheless. It was an emory board, something found in almost every womans purse. XX tried to brace himself, but no one can ever really be ready for pain.......it is finally just pain.......and quite simply, it hurts. Trainer used the emory board to begin the sensitizing process. He set the rough surface of the board along the base of XX's left nipple and simply slid it back and forth a few times. XX screamed out in pain, and continued screaming as Trainer carefully worked his way all around the left nipple. When he finished with the left one he started on the right one, XX screaming in agony the entire time.

"The trick is to take the first layer or two of skin, but not go too far each time," Trainer said while he was working on XX's nipples. "Of course we'll have to do this every couple of days for a month or so to get the full effect, but don't worry, when I'm finished if anyone even blows on these nipples, precum will start oozing out of that erect cock," Trainer chuckled as XX continued crying from the pain in his tits.

As Trainer finished with XX's right nipple he pulled an unusual looking apparatus from the bag he had brought with him. XX had seen it used once before, and now knew he was about to learn a great deal more about it. It was a strange looking contraption with wire leads, velcro straps, and pliable metal rods. XX looked on in agony as Trainer took his erect cock in his hand and began to slide one of the lubricated rods into his piss slit. The rod was about eight inches long so it was going deep into his urethra. Once in place Trainer used a small velcro strap just under his corona on his cock head to tightly secure the rod in place.

"I don't want you to worry about this baby coming out while your jerking around," Trainer said smiling at his victim, "this baby will really hold so you're sure to get the full effect."

Then Trainer started bending most of the other rods around XX's shaft, actually intertwining them along the full length of his rock hard cock. But there was still another good size rod that XX didn't remember seeing on this apparatus earlier.

"I'm working on a improvement to this device, and I'm going to need your help in working out the kinks. Hope you don't mind being a bit of a guinea pig for me. If it gets too painful just let me know, I'll be sure to take care of it," Trainer said as the sarcasm dripped off his words. XX was wondering what that rod could be for when he suddenly felt it pressing against his asshole. He didn't have long to wait as he felt it being inserted, slipping easily inside, and then he felt it. It was rubbing against his prostate. Before he realized what he was doing, he let Trainer know it was in position by groaning with relief as he felt his prostate being rubbed against. His body was betraying him, helping Trainer find the perfect spot, and then securing the rod with more velcro straps around his upper thighs and waist. This baby was rubbing him in that most sensitive spot, and it wasn't going anywhere.

"I discovered I'd been wasting a lot of time stimulating a slave's balls to get him to cum, then realized the obvious error of my ways," Trainer said, still smiling, "so now I'm going straight to the source. A few electrical charges applied directly to the prostate should do the job nicely, and I don't have to wait as long to get the full effect."

"Please," was all XX got out before Trainer started laughing, and knowing there was absolutely no use in saying it, and no hope of mercy, still, said it again, "please."

"Don't waste your breath or my time cunt, this is going to happen, and it's going to start in just a few minutes."

Then Trainer attached four of the little electrical pasty pads to XX's balls, one on each side of each ball. "That should get the current going just fine, and for the last bit of stimulation these little babies should do the trick," Trainer said as he attached two nipple clamps to XX's tits, each leading back to the same electrical source.

"Now, let's make sure everything is working like it should," Trainer said as he held the control box in front of XX's face and look him straight in the eyes. "You need to understand something XX, you're a slave now, and you'll never be anything else but a slave until your sorry carcass is thrown into the ground. Do you understand me slave?"

With fresh tears streaming down his face, XX realized now, more that at any time during this process, that what Trainer was saying was true.........he was a slave, he would be used in unspeakable ways for the enjoyment of other men........period.

"Do you understand me slave?"

"Yes Sir, I understand you," XX choked through sobs of realization.

"Good, then maybe we can finally begin your real training cunt," Trainer snarled as he began to manipulate the controls.

"AAAAGGGGHHHHH," XX screamed as he thought a torch had just been shoved down inside his cock, "AAAAGGGGHHHH," he continued screaming, while Trainer feigned surprise and chuckled, "Ooops, I think I had the current set a little high slave, I'm really sorry about that."

XX knew there was no sorrow in this bastard and was already panting and breathing hard as the fire died down, but the relief was short lived. Soon a steady stream of synchronized electrical impulses were running up and down his cock. It was pleasurable and painful at the same time, but impulses were also being sent to each of his nipples. It was as if his nipples were now a part of his cock and balls. A direct connection was being made by these electrical impulses and XX knew from seeing how it had worked on others that in time a very real connection would exist, even after the electrical connection had been removed. XX was groaning in a mixture of pain and pleasure, the stimulation felt wonderful, but the impulses also stimulated some of his nerve endings causing his body to think it was being burned. The assault was more than the human brain could really absorb, but that didn't keep the brain from trying and the result was this mixture of feelings that had XX running the gamut between pain and pleasure. Then XX felt an additional current inside his cock, the feeling was indescribable. It caused him to jerk his hips forward in a humping motion that looked to anyone watching as if he was now fucking the air in front of him. His whole body would tense when he jerked his hips forward, and XX was soon covered in a light sheen of sweat as his body neared it's first orgasm.

Trainer knew exactly what was happening to XX because he had used the apparatus on himself, to understand it's affect. Trainer was a true dominant, he knew that part of domination was knowing what your submissive was feeling, really feeling, managing and manipulating those feelings, and that couldn't be done third hand. It had to be experienced so that it could also be controlled, and Trainer was in full control now. He watched with pleasure as XX jerked in his bonds trying to find relief and release from the manipulation of his body and his mind.

"Now let's see how my little addition is going to work out," Trainer said as he sent some electrical impulses straight to XX's prostate. Almost immediately, he saw XX began to spasm as cum began to flow out in an almost continual stream from XX's clogged cockhead. There was not going to be any ropes of cum shooting across the room this time, oh no, it was going to be much more interesting than that. Trainer knew that as he continued to stimulate XX's prostate, it would continue to generate the cum flow, but he also knew that soon XX would be out of cum. And then the real fun would begin as XX continued to spasm, his body searching everywhere for new sources of cum and finding nothing, but still forcing his muscles to spasm, to shoot, again and again. There would be no relief for XX as his body, trained for millinnea in the most basic and crucial function of humanity, procreation, would struggle to do just that. Only the body didn't realize it was being manipulated by 21st century technology, that the only purpose in this exercise was the torture of the body itself. The body would become an unwitting and unwilling ally in it's own torture.

It's unlikely XX was thinking too much along these lines, it's possible by this time he'd pretty much stopped thinking all together, as he simply experienced impulse after impulse from his body trying to respond in an impossible situation. XX continued to drip the last bits of cum and soon began to fuck the air with air itself. There was no release any longer, only the painful spasms trying to help XX's body find a release that would now be denied it.

Trainer settled in to enjoy the show. It had been a long day, and he'd scheduled this as a way to wind down. He'd let XX spasm for about an hour, then change the controls to stimulate his cock and tits at the same time for another hour. That would give Williams a little break and Trainer would also be able to rest a little from a busy day. "This schedule was grueling, but the fruit from all this work was going to be sweet," Trainer thought as he watched XX continue to moan and spasm, fucking the air with that beautiful dry cock, and XX was in another place entirely as his mind simply began to shut down. It was a mercy actually, perhaps the only kind he would find in this place. He simply became an animal whose body was being manipulated, trained, even without his mind's cooperation. Sometimes rationality can be over rated for a slave, maybe this was one of those times. XX didn't have to think about what was happening, he merely had to endure it, his body would begin to reprogram itself with new reactions simply through the experience itself.

Part 4

Martin carried his bag with him, with everything he thought he'd need to continue doing what the Doctor wanted done to 104. He found 104 strapped to a metal gurney in the infirmary of the compound. 104 was still adjusting to her new reality, and the fact was that what Martin was doing wasn't making that any easier. Fortunately for Martin, he didn't give a fuck. This was the best job he'd ever had, and even though there were some pretty stiff rules and regulations with really severe consequences, he was still better off than he had ever dreamed he would be and making more than anyone in his family had ever dreamed of making. He was glad to do what the Doc and Trainer asked, and he would keep on doing it.

"Well Girlie, how are we feeling today," he asked with a faux cheerfulness, "are we ready to continue where we left off?"

104 didn't bother responding, he'd begged like crazy the other day, and it hadn't done any good. He knew his words were useless in this place. He hadn't seen any of the work that Martin had done yet, but he knew he would eventually, and he was terrified of what was happening to him.

"If you'll cooperate a little, and hold real still for me, I think we can get some of this knocked out today," Martin said as if he were speaking to a child he was helping with a school project. But this was no school project, although Martin had gone to school to learn how to do tattoos. The Doc had paid for everything because he said he wanted Martin to do some work for him on some of the slaves from time to time. The Doc felt is would be better to do what the customers requested in house, rather than bringing someone else into the compound. Martin was fine with it, he'd always wanted to learn about tattooing, and here someone was going to pay for everything. Martin had become fairly proficient in his craft, though a lot of the work was pretty basic type stuff. This was the first time he'd done what would be thought of on the outside as permanent make-up on anybody, and he was enjoying working with a new aspect of the craft.

"We're going to finish those luscious red lips of yours today, and we should also get the last bit of your eye coloring done. It's a little bright for my taste, but the buyer picked it out himself, so I'm sure he's going to like it just fine," Martin said, "but you're going to have to work on not crying when I'm working on your eyes, it gets messy and it's hard to see where I've been. I want the coverage to be consistent and uniform. Girlie you may not realize this yet, but this is really a good thing for you. If this guy wants you to always have your make-up on, then this is going to be a lot easier for you. Afterall, it's not like you'll ever be anything again except this guy's bitch, so what difference does it make," Martin stated matter of factly.

104 realized for the first time that Martin was right, not simply in the way he was thinking, but in another way as well. Ever since the Doctor had held the mirror up and he had seen his breasts, all he'd been thinking about was what had been done, and how it needed to be undone, how, once he got away, surgery could be done to remove these abortions from his body. He realized that before the surgery he'd finally accepted the reality that he would be a slave, but he had also taken for granted that he would also be a male. Now, with this surgery, he was somewhere in between male and female, but continuing to have the female emphasized more and more. It was as if he had been captured all over again. His mind and his body were adjusting to this new reality, only it had forgotten that it had already accepted the former reality of slavery. He wasn't getting away, he was a slave, only it wasn't that simple anymore. He was a he/she slave. His master wanted him to be as much, or even more, female and he wanted him to remain male, and 104 was beginning to realize that it would be that way for the rest of his life..........there was no surgical reversal in his future unless his Master decided it.

"Aww, come on, I told you no tears you little slut," Martin said with some irritation as he dried them out of his way. "We're finally makins some good progress, the color still sucks if you ask me, but then no one asked me," he chuckled to himself.

104 let the tears flow, if his Master wanted a she/he, then maybe he also wanted her to be a little emotional as well. She began to wonder what the color was anyway, Martin had never actually said, and she wouldn't ask. She wasn't going to give a man the satisfaction, she just hoped it wasn't too garish. Afterall, she had always thought her eyes looked really good.