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?

117A: 18 yo, 5'10", 170, 7" uncut, Latino (Captured illegal), athletic defined build, brown hair and eyes, straight.

117B: Twin......ditto

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

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 13

Part 1

(Trainer Works With 116)

Trainer was feeling wonderful, rested and relaxed. Taking yesterday off and riding the Harley along the rural back roads for the day had really done the trick, and the young man at the diner had been just the kind of diversion that he enjoyed on such occassions. You never knew what you'd find on the open road, that was always one of the attractions for him, and he hadn't been able to get out for quite awhile. However, this time, the Doctor had insisted that Trainer get away for a day. He'd seen the signs of exhaustion and he knew that Trainer was carrying a heavier load than ususal, and he had been right. Trainer looked much more relaxed, much more himself, he carried his command as a prize, not a burden.

After the welcoming ceremony for the twins, which had lasted longer than usual for the simple reason that there were two slaves that had to be fucked by all the slaves, Trainer had realized himself that he needed a break. The ceremony, which usually stimulated him because it was an opportunity to work with all the slaves at the same time, to see their interaction, and simply enjoy being in a room of beautiful men filled with sexual energy. And this time should have been even more intense as he was witnessing everything in stereo as the twins held onto each others hands on either side of the large post and couldn't see, but only hear the screams of their brother on the other side of the post. When it was finished they were both weeping and clinging to each other's hands while cum oozed out of their ravaged cunt holes down their inner thighs. It was what happened next that was worse than all the pain and humiliation that proceeded it.

Benito was released from his restraints on the post and walked around to the side where his brother was still restrained.

"I want to introduce you to your slave brother," Trainer said to Benito. "I realize that you've been brothers all your lives, but now you are slave brothers, just like you are with all the other slaves here, and just as they have received each of you, so you now will receive each other. 99 get over here and get A ready to welcome his new slave brother," Trainer growled, and 99 ran to A, fell on its knees and began to stimulate A's beautiful cock. A was trying to back away as he realized what Tainer meant, but was held in place by Murphy who had come up behind him.

A had been crying for the past hour from the pain he was having to endure, now his tears were fresh and had only to do with the horror of what was about to happen. He began to mutter to Trainer, "Please Sir, please," as he shook his head "no."

"What, reluctant to follow a command slave," Trainer asked? "Well, let's see if we can encourage you in that and refresh your memory," and before A realized what was happening, his brother, B, was screaming in agony while he struggled to free himself from the post and get the burning collar off his neck. Of course none of that was happening, but his body was contorting and his muscles were straining as he struggled to find relief. His screams resounded in the room and hit A particularly hard, since he knew he had caused his brother that agony by not submitting to Trainer, but to submit also meant pain, damn them all, there was no good choice. There was only the choice between pains, what kind of choice was that? Either way, he was going to hurt his brother, but he chose that he would not hurt him again like that if he could help it. Benjamin had not screamed like that while he was being fucked. This scream was primal, and Benito knew the agony of the burning collar. He would not be the cause of that again.

A stopped begging as he felt 99 finish bringing his erection to full mast. He was hard and ready, and the Boss behind him began to push him toward his brother. 99 helped to put his steel hard cock at his brothers dripping door, and that door was now well lubricated with the cum that saturated it. Finally, with a last shove from the Boss he was fully inside his brother. In one motion he had violated another taboo. His cock was fully inside his brother's ass, and now the whipping started which caused him to jerk in and out of his brothers tight but moist cunt.

"Harder bitch, fuck him harder," Murphy shouted at A as he continued to use a belt on A's now reddening ass. "Let him know you're ecstatic about him being a slave brother..........like all the other slave brothers you both now have. Fuck him good, bitch."

A wrapped his arms as far as he could around the post which brought him as close as he could be to his brother. He wanted to comfort him as much as he could, knowing that he was also continuing to hurt him a great deal as well. As his lips grew closer to B's ear, he whispered, "Lo siento, hermano, lo siento."

"Shut the fuck up," Trainer ordered, "focus on the fucking, my little wetback. That's all you should be thinking about right now."

Both brothers knew there was nothing that either of them could do, but again, both brothers decided that they would not be the cause of pain to the other. A continued to fuck his brother and was beginning to work up a little sweat. For his part, B, tried to grip his brother with his sphincter, hoping that would cause him to cum more quickly, thus ending his humiliation a little sooner.

A felt the change almost immediately as his brother's sphincter muscle gripped his firm cock and caused it pleasure as his cock slipped in and out of his brothers ass. Soon, he could feel the release begin to build in his own loins, he picked up his pace as the pleasure of what was happening briefly overcame the humiliation of it. He felt the sudden surge of juices within his sac and the explosion as his cum shot again and again into his borther's ass.

"Bien, hermano, bien," B whispered as he felt his brother's cum added to the loads that he already carried. "Es ok."

A relaxed onto his brother's back for just a moment and kissed the back of his neck and shoulder.

"God, look at that, these two really do love each other," Murphy mocked, "they don't seem to be able to get enough of each other."

"Well," Trainer growled, "that's good because now they're going to change places. Get A fastened back to the post and get B ready to fuck him."

Murphy and Jackson complied quickly to get A and B in place. Trainer ordered 103 onto his knees to get B ready for his brother. There was no hesitation this time, no delay, no begging. Both brothers now knew that was futile, no mercy would be shown them, no degradation avoided. B stood with his hardened cock at the ready, behind his brother as Murphy put him in position, 103 placed his cock at his brothers dripping asshole. Then, as had happened to his brother, he was pushed into his brother's ass, they were now one flesh, joined through his cock, and as with his brother, even though he was also being whipped by Murphy with the belt to get the rhythm going, his cock started seeking its own pleasure. Soon he was fucking his brother, a bit more eagerly than A had fucked him, but his purpose was to cum as quickly as possible. With everything going on around him, he tried to focus on the pleasure of his cock, moving in and out of that tight hole. He disassociated it from his brother.........it was a tight hole, giving pleasure to his cock. As long as he could concentrate on that, he could feel himself giving into what was required.

At the same time, A felt a humiliation he had never known. His brother was fucking him, was using him as a woman, was getting ready to leave his seed deep inside him. The truth of what had happened to them was beginning to settle in for him, and it was devastating. Yet, if this is what had to occur to keep his brother safe, or as safe as possible in this insane reality, then A would do whatever was necessary, give himself in anyway necessary to, with, and for his brother. He too began to squeeze his brother's cock with his sphincter, not for speed of climax, but to increase the pleasure his brother was feeling.

It seemed he'd hardly gotten going well, when B began to feel that wonderful feeling and he knew he was getting ready to cum. He increased his pace a bit and then increased the pressure in his arms as he held his brother, then he too exploded in his brother's cunt. Cord after cord of hot jism spewed from his cock slit deep into his brother's colon, continuing to coat it in a substance it would become very familiar with. B too fell against his brother for a moment, and he too, gave his brother an affectionate and loving kiss.

As a little bonus, when the twins were released they were forced to lie down on their sides and "69" each other. Cleaning each others cocks and tasting each others ass juices. Trainer felt since they were twins this was an intimacy that could be encouraged. However, after they were finished cleaning each other's cock, they were forced to continue and made to give each other head. Since they had both just cum it took a little while before they each had the other writhing in pleasure with each ready to shoot again into one of his brother's orifices. They were prodded on by the Bosses who were among the first to witness the pleasure of having a beautiful man play with his mirror image. It was exciting and stimulating on so many levels. Trainer was more certain than ever that these two represented a fortune for him and the Doctor. Only when they each had their brother's load in their mouths were they allowed to finally embrace and try to comfort each other a little. Of course they also learned that whenever they had their brother's load in their mouths they were expected to hold it there, let their tongues marinate in their brother's juices, then they had to pass their brother's juice back to him and each swallow their own. Everyone knew it was an impossibility, but that wasn't the point. It was simply one more humiliation that would become routine for these unlucky siblings.

Trainer was remembering all of this from the other day as he made is way to the slave pens. He knew the effect of what he was about to do would have on one of the slaves in particular, and he looked forward to it. He was in the mood now to do what needed to be done to catapult 116 in his training. He'd left instructions with Willis to take 116 to The Room for a beating, while he had been out on his Harley. In fact, while he'd been riding he'd thought about what was happening to 116 back at the Compound, and smiled.

That was not the reaction that 116 was experiencing. He now knew his old world was gone forever. He'd known nothing but pain and humiliation since he'd stuck his head in that car to say hello to the devil, but now he was in this Room again, being beaten, again...........he wasn't sure he could take much more of this abuse. Finally he was brought back to his cell and left, semi conscious on his pallet.

That was yesterday, and now, Trainer and Willis were walking straight to his cell. 116 was crying even as Trainer unlocked his door, entered his cell with Willis, who quickly placed thigh/wrist restraints on 116 so that he was now helpless to do anything but obey, as if there had ever been any other option.

"I just wanted to go over a couple of more things with you this morning slave, unless of course you had other plans," Trainer said with a mock sincerety, then chuckled at his own joke. "Let's go," he stated with a flat coldness that left little doubt in 116's mind where they were headed. It was useless to struggle, but still he was reluctant to go willingly.........not into that Room again, it just couldn't happen again this soon.........please no, it couldn't.

But apparently it could, as the three of them made their way to The Room. 116 began weeping as they turned down the hall leading to it, he began shuffling his feet and leaning backwards, against Willis, who kept him going forward. Finally, he began muttering, almost incoherently, "No, please no, I'll do anything, please, no, don't beat me again, please," he sobbed.

Trainer always knew he could use that line, and wondered if frightened people ever really understood what they were saying, when he stopped all three of them in the hall, and said to 116, "Okay, you'll do anything I tell you?"

"Yes," cried 116, "anything, please don't beat me again!"

"Okay, I want you to walk through that door and stand in the middle of The Room and wait for us," Trainer said evenly.

"Please, please," 116 choked, "I'll do anything.........please,"

"You don't have to do 'anything,' I want you to walk into that Room and stand in the middle and wait for us. That's all you have to do, and for someone who says he'll do anything I say, that doesn't sound like a lot to ask. So walk into that Room and stand in the middle," Trainer said firmly.

116 was now facing the true dilemma of any submissive. He had done what most of them do, when faced with something that they feared. He'd said 'I'll do anything,' meaning 'I'll do anything "else".........don't make me do "this,"' but the statement 'I'll do anything,' means 'I'll do "this" as well.' Voluntary slavery of a submissive may be a negotiated reality, but the simple fact is, the more negotiation required, the less submission is involved. Negotiation is a form of control, it implies that the person negotiating is in a position of some power, and power, in that sense, is antithetical to submission. It is, after all, called a power exchange, and the more negotiation that is required, the less power there is actually being exchanged. The exchange is often a myth, the power is still being retained by the submissive in the negotiation. There is only an illusion of an exchange because in reality the submissive has retained the power and is now bringing the "Dominant" on to do his, the "submissive's," bidding in the "scene."

Trainer understood all of this in great detail. He'd broken enough men into slavery, real slavery, not the play thing, that there was little about the concept of power exchange that he hadn't mastered. Besides, as Trainer realized, 116's situation was very different from a voluntary slave making a game of BDSM, but he needed to get 116 to understand, truly understand, that reality before he could effectively manipulate him in that reality. The fact that 116 was still trying to negotiate, even out of desperation, told Trainer where 116 was psychologically in the process. What 116 didn't realize was that it was a win win for Trainer, since he was not only in complete control of him physically, but emotionally as well. Trainer watched as some of the realization of all of this began to register on 116's face.

"Listen to me slave," Trainer said in a firm yet reasonable voice, "you still don't get it. I don't have to negotiate what will or will not happen to you. I can do anything I want with you, including putting a gun to your head and pulling the trigger. The very fact that you're standing here arguing with me about what you're willing or not willing to do, is an indication of how far you have to go to get where I'm taking you. A slave doesn't negotiate with his owner, he obeys him...........period. A slave doesn't hesitate in following a command because there is no choice for the slave, but to obey, that frees the slave up from having to do any thinking in the process.

"Now you've been in this room several times to get that very point through your thick stupid skull. You say you undestand that, that you're willing to do anything, but the very fact of your obstenance now proves otherwise, which means there's more work to be done in this Room. A smart slave would realize the quicker he responds to a command in obedience, the less time he would be required to receive training in obedience. That's what you're being trained to do right now slave, because its the first true step in slavery...........to obey any command given to it. Think about that you stupid cunt...........THINK!"

"So let's try this one last time, shall we," Trainer said as he stared intently into 116's eyes, "Slave, walk to the middle of that room and wait for us there!"

Something finally broke inside 116. Maybe it wasn't his spirit entirely, or his will, but something broke as he finally realized that a slave had no real choices but obedience. The only issue was how much pain would need to be inflicted for the Master to achieve complete obedience, and since the Master was prepared to inflict whatever was necessary, the slave was playing a losing game from the outset. 116 finally realized, the more resistance he exerted, the more force and pain the Master would bring to the situation, and ultimately the slave, having no real choice, would be forced to submit. Submission was the only option and the sooner the slave submitted there was a possibility, only a possibility, of less pain.

116 was weeping now, knowing there were no real choices for him, there was no negotiation for him, there was only the fragile hope that if he submitted quickly to the commands given him, he may not suffer as much. The brutality of the truth of his situation was reflected in his posture as he actually slumped his shoulders and lowered his head. His only option was to submit, to obey Trainer's command. As tears flowed down his cheeks he walked slowly into the room, went to the middle of it and took up his position next to the chain hanging from the ceiling, and waited...................

Trainer knew that this had been the easy part..........the real dance was about to begin. He sent Willis on to other tasks as he preferred doing the next part in private. He slowly approached 116, letting his physical presence dominate and threaten him. It certainly worked that way as 116 began to cringe a little and cry in earnest. The memory of the brutal pain he had already experienced was all around him in this room, the echos of his screams still hung in the air, and here he was again with this sadistic monster, restrained and completely vulnerable. He was near collapse, and Trainer knew he was right on the edge........exactly where he wanted him.

That's when Trainer made his move, and it's seeming casualness belied it calculating. He moved right in front of 116, who could feel the heat of his body on his own body, but who was in such a state of distress he hardly noticed. Then something happened that did get 116's attention. Just as he was expecting Trainer to start fastening the overhead chain, he felt instead Trainer's arms going around him, enfolding him, drawing him into his body. Trainer was embracing him, and the tenderness of the embrace was as shocking as throwing a pan of hot water on a block of ice, fissures and cracks appeared immediately. Whether it was shock or relief, all the emotions that were whirling around within 116 like a hurricane crashed to the surface as he put his head in the crook of Trainer's neck and wept. Wept for the life he had lost, wept for the pain he had suffered, wept for the sense of isolation that flooded over him every day in this place, wept for the loss of hope.............all of it was coming out, and Trainer held him soothingly, comforting him.

116's disorientation was complete. Here he was weeping into the arms of a man that had caused him more pain than anyone he'd ever known. Now, the very man that had sworn to break him as a human being, was giving him succor. It was as if night was now day, up was now down, right was now wrong...........in this upside down world where nothing made sense anymore, there was no anchor except this man who was holding him in his arms. 116's mind was reeling. How was it possible that the only relief he'd known since he got here was being given by his primary tormentor..........how? But the fact was that that was exactly what was happening, as Trainer spoke softly into his ear.

"I know this has been hard for you, I know this is a life that has been thrust upon you, but I'll take care of you, I'll help you get through all this...........will you let me help you?"

116 struggled to understand what was happening. Nothing made sense anymore. Only moments ago he was terrified of this man, this man who had beaten him into unconsciousness several times, but now this man was holding him, supporting him, as 116 pressed his whole body toward him, comforting him and asking him to let him help him.

Then, as if in a final assault on his sanity, Trainer brought his fingers to 116's chin and lifted his face so that they were gazing into each other's eyes, then with a tenderness 116 would have thought impossible for this man, Trainer kissed him.........passionately kissed him, and deep from within 116's psyche came his response as he pressed his lips hard against Trainer, opening his mouth to allow Trainer's tongue to take possession. Everything around 116 melted away, there was only this man................this man who would save him.

As Trainer withdrew his tongue and parted their lips, he continued to look into the confused, desperate, and hopeful eyes of 116. He saw everything he needed in those eyes to take this slave where he wanted him to go, and in less than two weeks..........remarkable.

"I'm not going to beat you boi, I want to talk with you, but I needed to know that you were really listening to me, could really hear me. Can you do that boi, can you listen closely to me," Trainer said with a gentlenss in his voice that 116 had never heard. Maybe he'd never listened closely before, because he knew it was there now.

"Yes Sir," 116 softly responded, still gazing into those eyes that seemed to see everything inside him. "I'll listen Master, I'll listen to whatever you say."

Trainer immediately noticed the use of the word "Master," and it further confirmed his suspicion, as he continued speaking to 116. "I have a special place where we can talk, and you can relax while we do. I want you to relax because I think you'll be able to hear me better. Let's move over there and I'll show you..........okay?"

Now 116 knew he'd been right, this man was going to help him, he had something to say that was going to help him. He'd go anywhere with this man.

"Yes Master, where do we need to go?"

"Right over here," Trainer said as he led 116 to his platform. The same platform that had proved so useful with 109 and 105, although, Trainer had made a slight modification for 116. As 116 saw the platform he had no idea what it was for, he'd never seen anything like it. It never occurred to him that his life was about to change irrevocably on this wooden platform, as Trainer mounted it with him and showed him how he wanted 116 to get down on his knees. The seemingly moulded indentations for his knees seemed uncomfortably far apart, but 116 noticed as he slid into position that it was actually very comfortable. It took him a moment to be able to really lean back into the canvas wrapping, but when he did, again he found he was able to relax more than he had since he'd been forced into hell.

The hole set back from the knee indentations was just where it needed to be for 116's feet to fit through, but 116 had noticed that in the center of the hole, just where his asshole would be, was a dildo mounted on what looked to be an adjustable rod. It made him a bit nervous, but he had to admit as he allowed his body to rest into this position, he was very comfortable. His hands were still attached to his thighs, but they would have rested almost in that spot naturally, so it wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, surprisingly, the whole thing was actually a little erotic, and that surprised 116 a bit as he noticed he was getting hard.

None of the fears he had had coming into the room had been realized, and 116 continued to be disoriented, exactly as Trainer wanted him. Trainer moved in close to 116 as he settled into the canvas support and started speaking in a gentle yet firm voice, the same voice he had used on 109 and 105, the same voice the hynotist had helped him develop in his training.

"I want you to close your eyes now boi," he said, "I'm going to talk to you for awhile and I just want you to concentrate on listening to me, listen to my voice, my voice will keep you safe. Don't let all the other voices in your head distract you from simply listening to me, hearing my voice. Tell me you can hear me boi."

"I can hear you Master," 116 responded softy.

"Good, I want you to relax, to simply relax.............." Then Trainer spent the next twenty minutes or so taking 116 under. He didn't try to do anything else, just get him ready.

After awhile Trainer knew 116 was ready to proceed, and he said, "A lot has happened to you boi, hasn't it, and in a pretty short time. It's been difficult for you, and sometimes very painful. You're afraid a lot of the time, and scared about the things that are happening or might happen to you. Isn't that right boi?"

116 continued to hear the voice that had comforted him, that had held him in the darkness and made him feel safe. Now the voice was asking him a question, and 116 found he could respond easily, "Yes," he whispered, speaking for the first time in a while, not realizing how deeply he was now under, "Yes, that's right."

"But now is the time when we really need to be honest with ourselves boi, it's especially important for you to start being honest with yourself, to help you really understand what is happening here, and maybe help yourself in it."

116 was a little confused by what the voice was saying. When had he not been honest with himself, and how could being honest in this terrible situation change his conditions at all?

"I want you to think back to the other day when I was working with you for a few minutes...........remember? When I took your tits into my fingers and began working with them..........remember? You asked me to please not do it, but do you remember what also happened boi, do you? Think back boi, put yourself back in that moment, I'm taking your nipples into my fingers and rubbing them a little, rubbing them hard........remember?"

Trainer noticed that 116's physical reaction to his statements was becoming amplified. His cock jerked up, harder, at the mention of the brief training session, and he thrust his chest out just a little, unconsciously making his tits a bit more accessible. Interestingly, he continued to drip precum onto the platform, which he'd been doing since he was put into this position.

"I remember," 116 whispered.

"Do you remember asking me to please not hurt you, to please stop.........do you remember that?"

"Yes, Master, I remember."

Trainer again noted the "Master," but went on. "Yes, but do you remember all your thoughts at that moment? You remember being afraid, you remember the pain, you remember hoping I would stop soon, but do you remember all the thoughts, do you remember the other thoughts that you were having?"

116 felt a moment of desperation, "how could the voice know about that," he thought, as he whispered in response to the voice, "Other thoughts?" with the question in his own voice. He wasn't lying exactly, because the voice and commanded the truth from him, but he was evading.

"Yes boi, the other thoughts, the thoughts you've been having since you got here. The thoughts that have been keeping you awake some nights, the thoughts you've had buried so deeply in your psyche for so long that you felt they were finally gone, that you were free of them. But, here, in this place, they've come back, and they terrify you. Don't they?"

116 couldn't answer, the voice wanted the truth, but was what he was terrified of the truth, maybe it wasn't, maybe it was a lie, it had to be a lie..........it couldn't be true. Trainer could see the conflict that was going on within 116 as his body began to shift, even in its relaxed state. As if it were looking for a way out of the situation, a way to continue to avoid the reality, but Trainer had provided no way out, and so the body continued with its internal struggle.

"How long boi, how long have you been battling with this thought, how long has it been coming to you in your quiet moments and frightened you..........how long boi?"

Trainer didn't expect an answer, he was sending 116 on an inward journey. He knew that the boi would now be remembering, reliving, all those times when the idea of his own need for submission to another had been present, tormenting him, frightening him, confusing him. He was a strong guy, a guy that got things done, he was on his way in life.........how could he want to get on his knees in front of someone and have them take control of him.........NO.........NO........he was just confused about something.

Only now, in this relaxed state, in the darkness, in the truth that was being demanded, all the strong social mores that had always shouted....NO.....to him, that had demanded that he not be that way, that and forced him to bury those feelings, all that societal control was gone. Now it was only him and these feelings that he'd had for so long. Nothing was there to prevent him from really looking at them........letting them in.........feeling them.

Trainer watched as 116's mind and body went through the struggle, then he decided it was time to turn it the way he wanted it to go. He'd been wondering if this technique would be effective and it was time to find out. He was going to make it more than just mental.........he was going to add physicality to the equation. Very gently he placed his hands on 116's chest and began to massage his chest.

116 responded almost immediately, Trainer could see the struggle was still going on, but there was a part of 116 that was responding hungrily to his touch........."good," Trainer thought, "good."

Now the darkness was rubbing against him, 116 could actually feel it. As the questions, fears, cravings, doubts, expectations..........as it all swirled around him in the darkness, he could feel the darkness now caressing him.......it was remarkable.

Trainer noticed that with his touch 116's cock jumped again, and the precum was now in a constant flow onto the platform. It was time to take this slave where he needed to go.

"You've struggled a long time with it, haven't you," 116 heard the voice say, and he knew there was no need to ask what the voice was talking about........it was everywhere, all of it, swirling around........the voice knew everything, maybe even more than he knew himself..........

And now Trainer whispered into 116's ear, "It wasn't the capture that frightened you, it wasn't the abuse that frightened you, it wasn't the sexual torment that frightened you..........was it boi? All of that was bad in a way, and painful, but that wasn't what really frightened you was it? There was something else, something that has been in your gut terrifying you ever since you were brought here. Oh you've been asking for it to stop alright, but I know why you've been asking, and so do you.......don't you boi?"

Trainer moved his hands to where his fingers were just brushing over the tops of 116's nipples, and it was as if Trainer had turned on an electric current. 116's body reacted with a jolt. There was no pain, yet, only touching, only Trainer letting his fingers flick over 116's hardened tits.

116 knew it had to stop, somehow it had to stop, he had to stop it, but how? He was floating in the darkness, and the darkness itself was playing with him..........if only he could find some light again, but instead the voice continued to probe. Yes, he knew why he'd wanted it all to stop, for the same reason it had to stop now, except it wasn't stopping.........the touch on his nipples, it had to stop........somehow.........it had.........to..........

"You needed it to stop didn't you boi, not because of the pain, not because of the humiliation, not because of the sexual invasions..........it needed to stop, but not for any of those reasons.........did it boi??" Trainer asked with an urgency in his voice. "That wasn't the real reason it needed to stop........is it?"

"No," 116 whispered again in desperation as tears began to stream down his face, "no, please stop, please Master, please stop.......don't............."

"I'm not stopping boi, it's time.........it's time to look at the truth.........it's been too long..........it's time for the truth boi, and the truth is that you wanted.........needed, it to stop, not for those reasons, you needed it to stop because if it continued much longer you would have to face the reality........that you liked it.........wanted it...........craved it..........isn't that true boi," Trainer demanded with a new firmness in his voice while at the same time applying pressure to 116's nipples.

116 was now crying, groaning, his body was straining, all his muscles taut, as if through sheer strength of will the body could continue to restrain this truth that had been so deeply buried within it.........the truth that it had avoided, struggled against, but was now being called forth by this voice that seemed to control everything.

"The truth is that the only real fear you have is that all this might stop, isn't it," Trainer demanded. "The truth is that you're finally in a place where you're living the life you have only imagined and dreamed of in the past, and even then only in the most honest of moments........quickly denying it and thrusting it back into the depths of your being. Only now it's out isn't it........it's all around you isn't it........and you can't get hold of it to thrust it back down there anymore........can you?"

"The voice was right......about everything.......he couldn't get hold of it again........it was swirling all around him........it was everywhere," 116 thought to himself, "it was all true.....what the voice was saying........and in that instant he experienced a profound moment of peace. It was like nothing he had known or dreamed of before.........it was perfect.........it was as if the dark and the pressure had finally created a diamond.......it was........."

"YES," 116 almost shouted, "YES........IT'S........TRUE.......IT'S........ALL........TRUE," and it was out.......it was finally out. 116's body relaxed back into the canvas support and his face was more calm again. "It's true," he gently said again, "it's all true," and tears continued to fall on his cheeks.

But Trainer wasn't finished yet, facing the truth was one thing, but using the truth to make this slave what he wanted him to be was something else. Trainer continued to apply pressure to 116's nipples, only now that the pretense was over, he wanted 116 to explore what all this meant.

"You like having me in control, don't you boi," he asked with the old firmness in his voice.

"Yes, Master," the boi responded.

"You like it when a man makes you get on your knees and lick his cock, don't you boi?"

"Yes, Master," 116 responded again, all pretense gone now, only this reality was left.........he did like it.

"Listen to me boi," Trainer continued, "since you got here the only person you've really been fighting is yourself. You're finally in a place where you can be what you have always secretly craved to be, but you've been so busy fighting that reality within yourself that your entire time here has been a struggle. Now it's time to realize that this is where you were always meant to be. That by some remarkable chain of events you have ended up exactly where you need to be, and with exactly who you need to be with. You want to be a slave, don't you boi?

Even as 116's body responded to Trainers manipulation of its tits, he felt the truth of what Trainer was saying, and now that the truth was out there.......everywhere.......he could say it........all of it..........."Yes," he simply stated, "I want to be a slave."

There it was, Trainer felt that wonderful surge of emotions again.........he had done it again. Only this time the boi hadn't been broken.........he had been released from the bondage of a society that simply didn't understand that some men are born this way, craving to be dominated, incomplete until someone places their lives into it's true submissive context. Trainer had suspected it in this boi from the beginning, then had those suspicions confirmed, but now, now he knew for sure. Trainer understood that few would ever realize it, but he had just done this boi the greatest kindness of his life. Most would say that he had just enslaved this boi, but Trainer knew the truth.........he had just freed him. Freed him from a society that would never understand him. Freed him to now live the life he was meant to live.

"I know you do boi, and I'm going to help you, I'm going to make you the best slave you can possibly be. Men will be vying for the opportunity to own you. Will you trust me to do that boi.......will you work hard and help me do that boi?"

"Yes Master," 116 responded with relief and hope, "yes I will."

"It won't be easy slave. In fact, it will be the hardest thing you've ever done, but if you're willing to work as hard as you can, and be obedient to me in all things, I can do it. I promise you that slave, I can do it," Trainer said with an earnestness in his voice.

"Thank you, Master, thank you," 116 responded, more hopeful than he'd ever been in his life.

"And now, to sorta seal this deal," Trainer said as he moved over on top of 116's partially reclined form and began kissing him in earnest, "how about a little lesson," he said between wet, tongue lavished kisses. 116 was surprised to feel the dildo that had been just below his cunt hole move slightly. He couldn't figure how Trainer was doing it, and had to admit he was being distracted by what Trainer was doing and how his body was responding, but the dildo kept sliding in......further and further. 116 began to groan from the invasion of tongue and dildo, but gave himself to it. His nipples burned as Trainer continued to twist them, only now there was no reason to ask him to stop. He was a slave and his Master was using him. This was the way it was meant to be. He gave himself to what his Master was doing and began to respond in kind. Trainer felt it and decided to enjoy himself a bit. This slave may start out with a dildo, but it was only opening him up for the main event.......Trainer chuckled inside.....to the victor go the spoils...........and for him the spoils weren't the same as for Watts. Watts enjoyed being the first to fuck a newly captive slave, usually a virgin to man sex, but Trainer preferred to be the first to fuck a new slave, not just a captive, and new slave, to be the first to fuck a slave once he's accepted that as his reality. 116 was no longer simply a captive, he was now a slave, and Trainer would be the first to enjoy that reality.

Part 2

(Buyer C2 Brings His Dog)

All the slaves that were to be presented to this new buyer were almost ready. While Trainer had been with 116, the Bosses had been working hard getting the slaves and the slaves' quarters ready for the buyer. Actually, to be more precise, the slaves were doing most of the work, but the Bosses were kept busy prodding them on and keeping them at it. The only part the Bosses generally disliked about getting ready for a buyer was that the slaves were not to be used as much, but in fact, really prepared to be seen, no fresh marks or cum dripping out of their ass. They needed to look like they had just finished training, with little difficulty and were ready to be used in any way the Buyer could imagine.

As preparations were about complete, Murphy put thigh/wrist restraints on 99, 101, and 103, then marched them out of the quarters to an adjoining room where slaves were sometimes prepared for special events. Each slave knew something was up as they entered the room and found the Doctor waiting for them.

"You three slaves represent the oldest stock I have in the compound. You've seen all the slave who were here when you came be sold and leave. You've even seen some of the slaves that have come in after you be sold and leave. You need to understand something about today for you. I've already invest a good deal of time and money making you desirable commodities, but the marketplace keeps saying 'no,' when you come up for sale. Either I've made a mistake, and you aren't what I'd hoped you could become, or you have failed to reach your full potential. But hear this, all of that will become irrelevant soon, as I don't keep old stock too long. I've learned a long time ago it's better to cut your losses and move on. There's plenty more meat out there, and there are brothels in Indonesia that will at least help me recover my expenses in you. Am I making myself quite clear," the Doctor asked?

The three slaves were terrified by what the Doctor was saying, but realized that what he said was true. All the slaves that had been here when each of them had come was now gone, except for the three of them. Even other slaves had been chosen that had come in later. It had never occurred to them that there might be consequences of not being chosen by a buyer. Each had just assumed that eventually someone would take them from this Hell into a more private Hell with the Buyer. They had never dreamed there was a possibility that they could simple be sold as sex slaves to a foreign brothel, the Hell that awaited any of them there was simply unimaginable. They'd heard the Bosses talking about such places and knew the life was horrible and short in such places.

"But, with this particular Buyer, I have it in my power to give each of you an advantage. In fact, I think I can guarantee that this buyer will be picking only from the three of you, and hardly even look at any of the other slaves. It will improve your chances of being sold immeasurably, but you would have to do your part as well. Are any of you interested in what I could do for you," the Doctor asked with an aloof seemingly disinterested voice?

"Please Master, please, tell me what I need to do," each of the slaves was quick to respond, and the Doctor noticed that each used the word 'me,' and not 'us.' "Good," he thought, let them compete for this position.

"He's only going to want one of you, so I can do the same thing for each of you, then you'll have to do the best you can to stand out for this Buyer, impress him, show him how eager you are to please him. Now each of you turn around, spread your legs, and bend over as far as you can, sticking your asses as far out as you can."

None of the slaves had any idea why the Doctor would ask such an unusual thing, but each knew better than to question a direct command from him. Each moved obediently into the required position, and waited for the Doctor.

The Doctor found the view to be quite pleasant, three lovely cunts ready to be used any way he desired, but he didn't have time for that right now. He took the small plastic case from the table where he had placed it, and opened it. Inside he found three pieces of damp cloth. Each had been soaked in a special solution that he had prepared for this Buyer's visit. He almost chuckled to himself when he realized how delighted the dog would be to encounter the smell of a bitch in heat. No one else in the room will even be aware of it, but that dog is going to think he's died and gone to heaven........three bitches just waiting for him to have his way..........damn, the Doctor almost chuckled outloud.........that's going to be one lucky dog!

Each slave felt a moist cloth being run between his ass cheeks, and the Doctor even used his finger to stick it into each asshole. They had no idea what was happening. They had already been cleaned and douched, they were ready for presentation, what difference a moist cloth would make was baffling, but none of them were about to question the actions of the Doctor. When he was finished he slapped each of them on the ass and told them to get back to their cells and wait for the Buyer. None of them would be permitted to defecate again until after the showing. Each walked back to his cell unaware of the fact that any dog in the area that got a scent of them would be wild with lust, and the little detail about being another species wouldn't really bother any of them.

About thirty minutes later all the slaves except for 116 and the sold slaves were in place in front of their cells waiting for the Buyer to come in. They were all a little surprised when a plump man in his 50's came in with a large Labrador Retriever on a short leash. As the Buyer came to a stop with the Doctor at the entrance to the room, the dog sat obediently at his side. The buyer looked around the room for a moment at the beautiful young men, all naked, standing with their legs partly spread and their hands placed behind their heads. They were beautiful, he only hoped one of them would be suitable for what he needed.

At the same time, Caesar, the Lab, was beginning to get a little frisky. Only his breeding and training kept him in place beside his master's leg, but he was beginning to fidget and whine a bit.

"Smell something you like," the Buyer asked Caesar, "well that's what we're here for, isn't it," he continued as if he was talking to a favorite child, a very spoiled favorite child. Spoiled in some ways, Caesar certainly was, as were his brothers, all five of them back at the kennel. Mr. C2 spared no expense on his prize Labs, and with his billions, he could afford to do for them whatever he wanted. He'd tried marriage, what a disaster. He tried whores, only marginally better. But, when he found the undiluted, unquestioning and pure love of a dog for him, he knew he had found what he wanted. People had always been something of a mystery to him, computers, now they were simple, people were complicated. However, dogs turned out to be simple as well. Love them, and they'll love you back for all their worth. He'd started breeding and raising prize Labs about five years ago, and they had been among the happiest years of his life.

However, he'd noticed that the Labs, as beautiful and loving as they were, never seemed to do as well in some of the national shows that he now coveted. Their temperment was a bit too gentle, and he wanted to be careful not to spoil that because he loved that about them, but he wanted them to be a bit more assertive when shown, a bit more aggressive. He'd thought about it a lot, and talked with his trainer about it. They'd tried several things, but nothing seemed to have the effect C2 was hoping for. Then his trainer had made what seemed to be an outrageous suggestion. "What if we let the dogs breed with a man.........take a man as it were as their bitch, it might give them a slight sense of superiority or dominance that could translate itself into the assertiveness we're looking for in the shows."

C2 thought his trainer was crazy, he'd never heard anything so ridiculous. Then before a regional show, the trainer hired, at quite some expense after he found out who or what would be fucking him, a male prostitute, desperate for drug money. The morning before the show, the trainer tried his theory with the dog that would be shown.

Maybe it was the arrangement of the stars, maybe it was a novice judge, maybe it would have won anyway, but both the trainer, and more importantly, Mr. C2 saw a more assertive dog parading on that field. The difference was remarkable. They tried it again about six weeks later, and again, the dog had done very well. That settled it for the Doctor's buyer, his dogs would have their own male bitch, nothing was too good or too expensive for them.

And so, the Buyer now walked Caesar into the room, his prize dog, his first one, the focus of much of his life. He walked to the center of the room, with the slaves all around him, staring straight ahead, but trying desperately to see what had just come into their lives. C2 reached down and took the leash off Caesar and said, "See if you find anything you like boy."

With that Caesar was off. The slaves had to concentrate to hole their positions, knowing that if they broke their stance without permission there would be dire consequences, but none of them had expected to have the cold snout of a large black dog jamming itself into their balls and licking their cocks. 113 who was afraid of dogs almost screamed when Caesar stuffed his cold wet nose into his ball sac, he was certain this beast was about to viciously tear his sac open and eat his balls!

But Caesar wasn't interested in 113's balls. He had a scent, he was just trying to locate it. Then he reached 99, who also had never really been very good with dogs, especially large ones, and now he had a large black Lab licking his cock and balls then moving around behind him and sticking his snout deep between his ass cheeks and pushing.......firmly. 99 gasped and started to say something when he caught the sight of the Doctor out of the corner of his eye. He looked straight ahead again and closed his mouth, too terrified by the look on the Doctor's face to even breathe for a minute. He didn't know what the Doctor had put up his ass, but now he knew that exactly what the Doctor had hoped would happen, had just happened.

Caesar responded the same way to both 101 and 103. In fact, Caesar almost pushed 101 down right in the middle of the room to mount him, but the Buyer pulled him off. "Not yet boy, not yet," and with some difficulty he got Caesar back to command position while he told the Doctor that he would like to have 99, 101 and 103 prepared for use and inspection.

The Doctor quickly said to the Buyer, "Certainly Sir, we'll be glad to get them ready for you. We have a seperate room prepared for you, or if you would prefer we could leash these three slaves around the post in this room and you can watch as they are each serviced."

Now the three slaves knew they'd been set up for this. In fact, the Buyer was no fool either. The way Caesar had reacted to these three led him to believe that something had been done to those three slaves. The good Doctor was trying to influence his choice, but as he particularly liked these three anyway, it didn't bother him all that much. Also, he thought to himself, "if the Doctor is pushing one of these three, he'll probably be willing to get rid of him at a better price."

"Actually, it might be fun to have them all leashed around the post, so each of them can watch the others get fucked, and know what's coming their way," the Buyer said jovially.

"Is Caesar up to all three," the Doctor quipped in the same humorous spirit, as all the slaves except 99, 101 and 103 were being put back in their cells and told to stand with their hands on the bars and their cocks sticking out of the cages. The unlucky trio were then forced to their knees and put on all fours around the post. Dog collars were placed on all three, mits were put on their hands so that they now looked like paws, and each leash was attached to the post in the middle of the room. 99 and 103 knew better than to protest, besides the three of them knew they were looking at an Indonesian whore house as an alternative to being used by this dog, so all of them had violently mixed emotions whirling inside them, which caused these two to begin to cry noticably. They had accepted the reality that they would be sex toys for someone, but they and never envisioned something like this, a bitch for a dog. 99 wasn't even sure if this was physically possible, but suspected that the three of them were on all fours waiting for this dog to fuck them, because it was.

"I doubt that he'll have a problem doing all three, but just in case, I want him to do the white one first, then the black, then the brown," the Buyer stated, as if he were speaking of bitches in a pen, and to him, he was.

When 99 heard this, he almost started to moan, but just barely restrained himself in time. He wasn't sure which would be worse, a brothel in Indonesia or a kennel somewhere in this country, but he knew if the Doctor became angry enough he might not live to see either.

Boss Willis was ready with a pad to put over 99's back, as the Doctor had explained, once the Buyer owned the slave he was free to use him anyway he wanted, but until then, the Doctor had to take care that no damage was done to a slave, and having a dog mount one could leave scares on the back of an otherwise valuable piece of property. The Buyer had no problem as he knew Caesar would probably enjoy himself either way, but once they were home with the slave, its back would soon bear the marks of numerous breedings, and it would bear them proudly.

As the Buyer brought Caesar up to 99's exposed shank, Caesar began to get more excited. He nosed the cunt of his waiting bitch, took in the aroma of her need, and everyone in the room watched in macabre curiosity as his bright pink cock pushed out of its fleshy covering, becoming ten to twelve inches of pure dripping animal lust. Though 99 was unable to see what was happening because it was going on behind him, 101 and 103 saw their own fate dripping beneath that black monster's torso, and both of them were terrified. They had suffered the humiliation of becoming male pussy for the men around them, but now, this, for an animal..........to be the cockhold of a dog.......a dog! Both of them put their heads down, they couldn't bring themselves to witness what would be happening to them.

Caesar continued to enjoy himself in anticipation of what was about to occur and began to lick the low hanging sac between the bitch's slightly spread legs. 99, startled by the lapping around his ball sac didn't try to hold the tears back. Never, never in his entire life had he imagined anything like this, to become the pussy for a dog, who would think of such a thing, how could this be happening to him. He wasn't aware of it, but his face was becoming scarlet with the shame that he felt at the thought of what was about to happen.

Then he felt the dog begin to place his weight on his back. He was grateful for the pad, but it didn't shield him from the sense of humiliation that came over him in waves. He could feel a slick hard object probing around his asshole, as Caesar got his footing right and placed himself on 99's back. Then with a speed that 99 was unprepared for, because foreplay for a dog is running the bitch down, the hard, moist cock went from just touching the center of his hole, to being all the way in him. He screamed with pain, he'd never felt anything like it before. He was filled with a rock hard muscle that invaded him further than anything that had been rammed in his ass so far. It seemed to pulse with its own power as it moved in and out of him.

Caesar was undisturbed as Willlis stepped forward just as 99 screamed and slapped him on the side of his face hissing into his ear, "Shut up bitch, don't scare the dog!"

99 continued to moan, unable to control his own reaction to a violation that was unimaginable as Caesar continued to give way to his own animalistic lust. The Buyer watched to see how bitch and dog were interacting, he wanted to make sure he got a bitch that could give his prizes the pleasure they deserved. He liked seeing all the muscles of 99 strain to take the invasion of Caesar's fine cock. It was something that he found physically beautiful to watch.

However, the physical beauty of the moment was lost on 99 as a fine sheen of sweat began to form all over his body as he struggled to take the invasion in his cunt. He'd never experienced anything like it, and had already decided he'd take the brothels of Indonesia to another invasion like this. The pain was indescribable, and it was nothing compared to the sense of humiliation he was experiencing just knowing what was inside him.........this dog.......using him.......like another dog........a bitch........exactly what Willis had just called him.

The diversity of reactions in the room was amazing, and fell along the lines of who it was watching. The Doctor, Trainer and the Bosses were watching with fascination something most people would never get to see, and they were transfixed by what was going on. The slaves however, and this was exactly the reason the Doctor had wanted this to happen in front of them, were horrified. To be sure there was a perverse curiosity like watching an auto accident, that caused them all to watch with a certain fascination, but each also realized that it could be them down on all fours right now, with that dog's huge cock inside them. The horror of the realization that any of them could be used in this way, or any other perverse way any of these monsters could conceive left each of them standing in a state of stunned silence. The cruel reality of their slavery was being driven home to each of them with each thrust of Caesar's loins into 99.

99 had no idea how long something like this would go on, it already seemed like this monster had been inside of him for hours, when in fact it had only been a few minutes. Then 99 felt something that he couldn't even describe. All of a sudden he felt a swelling just inside him. This huge cock was getting even bigger, immensely so, at its base, just inside his opening. 99 who knew nothing about dogs, how they mate, or about the knot that forms in the dogs cock so that nature has the time it needs to cause fertilization. That was what 99 was feeling now. Caesar's knot was tying them together. It grew so large that even Caesar would not be able to pull it out until all his seed had been released into the bitch he was fucking. This was a freak of nature that 99 knew nothing about, all he knew was that the pain was even worse than it had been and he could feel this dog's seed pumping itself into him. Most of the men watching, who knew very little about the ways dogs fuck, looked on as Caesar actually dismounted 99, turned and stood ass to ass with his bitch while nature took its coarse.

Every now and then Caesar would pull, testing to see if the knot had gone down, causing 99 to shudder and cry out in pain as he felt this huge mass of hard flesh press inside him, trying to come out. Of course, until it went down it was going no where. Caesar and 99 stood ass to ass for another twenty minutes until Caesar pulled another time and there was a "plop" that sounded throughout the room followed by 99's loud sobbing. Cum dripped out of 99's ass and down his inner thighs as he realized that he'd rather be a whore, or dead, or anything, before going through that again. The only thing that kept him from screaming that out to these bastards was the possibility that this crazy son of a bitch might not choose him as his dog's bitch.

While all the slaves looked on in stunned silence from what had just happened, there was general applause from everyone else as the Buyer briskly rubbed the neck and back of a very contented Caesar. C2 was noticing that it was indeed true. There was something about his precious jewels that was different after they had fucked a man. They seemed to stand a little taller, be a little more assertive, almost proud. He was absolutely convinced now that his trainer had been right, he needed a good human bitch to serve his dogs, and he would have it.

"I want Caesar to have about half an hour before he takes the next one, is there a place where we can have a drink and relax while he does the same?"

"Of course," the Doctor replied in a pleasant relaxed mood, "I expected that might be the case so I had some refreshments set up in the next room. Why don't we go in there, Caesar can relax and have a few treats until he's ready to continue, and we can discuss some business."

As the principals casually walked into the adjoining room and the Bosses dispersed to take a quick break as well, the slaves were all left in a stunned silence. There was no sound in the room except for 99's sobs. He still held the position he had been put in, as all of them did, none of them had been given permission to move. In fact, the only movement in the room was Caesar's cum as it continued to ooze down 99's thigh. This little demonstration of power by the Doctor had left them all shocked with the realization of their circumstances. They were sex slaves, and they existed only for the pleasure of other men, and those men could do anything to them.........anything. They would all remember today, and that's exactly what the Doctor wanted. Just as he wanted them now to hear the faint sounds of real men enjoying themselves, getting ready to use their slaves again.

About twenty minutes later the Bosses started coming back into the room looking forward to the next show, and in another fifteen minutes the principals walked casually into the room. Caesar was wagging his tail and walking briskly, seemingly in anticpation of another good fucking. Perhaps it was the scent in the air coming from the asses of the three victims, or maybe it was just the nature of dogs, but Caesar's pink cock was already protruding a little from its fleshy sheath.

Willis again placed the pad on 101's back, as 101 braced himself for what was about to happen. Though 101 was humiliated by what was happening to him, unlike 99, he'd already decided he'd endure anything rather than being sent to a foreign country to die unknown and uncared for as a cheap whore for a bunch of chincs. He already knew if that was his fate he'd find a way to kill himself. Being a bitch for a dog might not seem to be a much better fate, but for his own reasons 101 prefered it. If the choice was what the Doctor had threatened then he would do whatever he could to be selected by this bastard for his dog.

As 101 was reaffirming that decision in his own mind, he felt Caesar begin to mount him. Dogs frightened him a bit, but this one seemed intent on pleasing his cock and nothing else. In that, he was actually preferable to some of the two legged beasts who'd been using him, and always seemed to enjoy intentionally adding a little pain or humiliation to the mix. Caesar wasn't doing any of that, he just wanted to get off, and 101 was his means.

101 was surprised at how quickly Caesar found the hole he intended to use, and how quickly he was inside that hole humping this beautiful black man. Unlike 99, 101 refrained from screaming, his earlier tears at what was happening had dried, and as he felt himself being filled with this dog's huge cock, he tried to relax, to give himself to this beast, exactly what he'd done when he been fucked by the Bosses. Maybe it was because he held his ass open for this huge cock, but as painful as it was, and it was more so than for a human cock, it was bearable.

Then C2 heard the words that decided it for him. It wasn't loud, and he suspected it wasn't supposed to happen at all. In fact, it was possible that no one else heard it, but because of his stance near 101, he heard him softly say, "Come on Caesar, fuck your bitch." It took C2 completely by surprise, but he noticed Caesar's reaction to having his name called out by what he was fucking. "When would that have ever happened before," C2 thought with some amusement as Caesar seemed to become a little more agitated, a little more excited. When it came time for Caesar to dismount and push his ass next to 101's he actually bent his head down and licked 101 on the back of his neck. Then the two black beauties stood ass to ass for another twenty minutes or so with 101 whispering occassionally to Caesar, while is ass filled with the dog's seed. Caesar didn't seem in a rush to unhook from this bitch, but of course, nature took its course, and Caesar was soon next to his master again. C2 thought he noticed a bit of a difference in Caesar after this fuck, he looked down at Caesar just as Caesar let his tongue come out and wash over his mouth, like he'd just had a feast. There was probably no relation whatever to what had just happened, but no one would ever be able to convince C2 of that, who saw it as a sign that 101 was the one, that Caesar was saying to him, "I want that one Daddy."

Of course C2 had not become a billionaire without learning a few things about negotiating and getting what he wanted. Also he continued to analyse the situation as Caesar took another break. The fact that his trainer was a bit of a racist also made the combination a little more appealing. C2 now remembered the male prostitute had also been black. "That might add an interesting dynamic, probably make this slave's life hell, but it was going to be that anyway," he thought to himself.

Caesar's fucking of 103 was much less satisfactory than either of the other two. The slave seemed paralysed with fear which in turn made Caesar anxious, nervous. In short, it was little more than a disaster, and when it was finished the Doctor and the Buyer left the slave quarters for the comforts of the Doctor's office. The three slaves remained in place with dog seed still oozing from their open cunts. Just the way the Doctor wanted them, to complete driving home his point. Though even in this, the Doctor still had a surprise for them. These bitches would remember this day.

About two hours later, all the slaves were hurting from holding the positions they had been left in, and all were relieved to see Trainer and the Doctor come back into the room. Most of the Bosses were now back as well, ready to receive their instructions and get back to the business of making willing sex toys out of these faggots.

"Well congratulations are in order for all of us, and all our hard work," the Doctor related to the free men in the room. We have sold another slave today, and that's good news for all of us. There was a moment of congeniality among the free men as the slaves all waited silently to learn whose fate had been determined. As the laughter and camaraderie continued, the Doctor told Willis to take the dog collar off 103 and put him back in his cell. As Willis was doing that, the Doctor told Murphy to take the dog collar off 99 and put him back in his cell. Then as that was being done, all the slaves in the room looked at 101, still on all fours wearing his dog collar, being left there, and they knew, as did 101, who let his head fall just a little, glad he had avoided one fate, but struggling a little to accept another.

"So it was done," he thought to himself, "someone had bought him, paid money for him as a sex object. By anybody's reckoning, he was certainly now a slave........bought and paid for."

"101," the Doctor said in a salutory voice, "you are to be commended. You have found your place in life, your purpose. It may not have been what you had expected, but that is irrelevant. Your Master has claimed you, and you will be leaving tomorrow for your new home. Till then you are to be fitted with knee pads and remain on all fours, per your new Master's instructions. You should be very pleased 101, you have a purpose now, and all of you need to remember this," the Doctor said, raising his voice and looking around at all the slaves in the room. "A slave without a Master is the most useless commodity on the face of the earth. For a slave is not truly a slave until it has a Master. Till then it is an unborn thing that sucks sustenance from the world around it. That's what all of you are doing, sucking the sustenance that I graciously provide until your Master is found. My word to each of you is 'suck less and work harder to be the kind of slave that will attract its owner.'"

With that, the Doctor turned and walked out and shouted over his shoulder to Trainer, "I'll have 116 in my quarters tonight. Oh, and I almost forgot, our Buyer left this for his new slave. Be sure it's inserted so the bitch can sleep with it tonight," and the Doctor tossed a rubber object to Trainer.

"Yes Sir," Trainer responded as he turned to his charges with new purpose in his eyes. He held the butt plug for 101, it was a good size one, but the distinctive feature was that the plug extended into a curved dog's tail about a foot long. "This will look great sticking out of your bitch cunt 101," Trainer chuckled. At the same time Trainer was thinking to himself, "and Doctor, I think you're going to really enjoy the new and improved version of 116 that I'll be sending to your quarters tonight."

Part 3

(104 Returns to the Slave Quarters

& 115 Grapples With New Reality)

Early that evening the slaves were back in position grasping the bars to their cells with their legs spread and their cocks thrust through the bars as Samuels and Martin wheeled in the dinner cart. The sole exception was 101 who assumed that position, but remained on his knees. He raised up and put his paws on the bars while he thrust his cock out, but was not allowed to stand like a human. The cart looked a lot like the kind of cart seen in hospitals, except instead of trays of food, it carried large stainless steel dog bowls, each filled with the slave's dinner. The Doctor made sure the slaves ate well with balanced nutritional meals. He knew that they needed a lot of protein and that they would burn a lot of calories. What the Doctor never worried about was how that nutritous meal would be served or appear. He had once jokingly said, "There were no points for presentation in the in the slave quarters."

As the two Bosses opened the cells and put the food on the floor, the slaves all held their position until given the command to eat. These slaves rarely did anything of their own initiative, and certainly never something so bold as deciding it was time to eat. Martin had a little fun with the twins as he put their bowls down on the floor together. The orders from the Doctor about the twins had been very clear. They were always to be in physical contact with the other, stimulating the other and keeping him hard. The rare exception to that reality for them was when one was being punished. The Doctor had learned that if they were seperated enough so that they could not see each other, but the one could hear the screams of the other, the effect was to drive them even closer when they were reunited. That was exactly what the Doctor wanted, two beautifully defined submissive bodies with one mind.

So as Martin put the bowls down he ordered the twins to kneel before their bowls facing each other. Even now they made sure that they were touching each other, each had been the cause of significant pain for the other by failing to have his hands somewhere on his brother's body, caressing him. Even the Bosses had been surprised by how sexually stimulating and exciting it was to be around these two like this. Sex was something that was pretty much a constant in this place, but seeing these two in constant sexual contact was raising the level for everyone. As the twins got to their knees they were not very surprised at what Martin said to them. They were becoming accustomed to the type of abuse being lavished on them, but they were more committed than ever to protect their brother.

"The cook was sorry," he said jovially, "he looked every where for the special sauce for your dinners, but couldn't find it, so you'll have to take care of that again," he finished, hardening his voice into a command at the end. "Do I make myself clear bitches?"

"Yes Boss," each of the twins obediently responded, as they took hold of each others firm cocks. The procedure wasn't new for them. Each began to stroke the other while they leaned forward so that their mouths lock together, tongues digging deeply into each other's open mouth. With their free hand each reached across and took hold of one of their brother's nipples and began stimulating it as well. Everything for these two involvled sexual stimulation........even dinner. It would take about ten minutes, but each would bring the other to a rousing climax which each would make sure landed entirely in the dinner bowl before them, covering their meal. Once they had both cum, they would trade bowls, so that each was eating the seed of the other, making sure that they continued to caress the other throughout the meal with at least one hand.

While Martin was taking care of the twins, Samuels was preparing his own little treat for several of the other slaves. It was something he enjoyed doing on occassion, and he felt like it this evening. He took four of the bowls that would be going into the adjoining cells and set them out on the floor in a line with their sides touching. The four slaves waiting for their dinner watched as Samuels pulled his cock out from his pants and stood next to the bowls on the floor.

"It seems the cook was having all kinds of problems tonight ladies. He said some of these dinners had gotten too dry while he prepared them. He was really upset, but I told him that I could take care of that for him. He seemed to really appreciate my willingness to help out, as I hope you do as well," he said, as he released a heavy stream of hot piss into the bowls. Soon the food in each bowl was soaked with his piss as he continued to laugh, talk and piss. When he finished, he stuffed his cock back into his pants then started placing the bowls in the cells of the four nearest slaves. Each knew what was going to be a decent if unappetizing meal had just been turned into another disgustingly foul mess. They were angry, but as slaves, knew there was no recourse to what the Bosses could do to them, and even the ones lucky enough to have avoided their dinner being fouled, knew it could just as easily have happened to them.

Once all the bowls were in place, and the Bosses had made sure that each of the twins had adequately seasoned the other's food, the command to eat was given. Each slave got on all fours and began to eat from his bowl. Each knew the bowls had to be licked clean as the Doctor would not tolerate any of them interfering with his plans for them. The twins each tasted their brother in their dinner and were actually comforted by the touch of the other. Their training was working, and they were unaware of how much. However, for the unlucky four, their meal, irrevocably fouled by Samuels, was simply another torture to be endured in this place.

It's amazing how quickly we eat when it's simply another task that needs to be performed, when there is no pleasure or community in it. That was routinely the case in the slave quarters, and within fifteen minutes all the slaves had finished their meals, even the ones who had the added joy of Samuel's piss mixed into theirs, and it wasn't as if the slave's evenings were spent chatting or watching a game. The evenings were pretty much the same as the mornings and the afternoons, training for becoming the slaves that the Doctor intended them to be. Usually the Bosses would split them up into groups to work on specific tasks or skills, and so for another three hours the slaves were busy. Some were learning more about swallowing a hard cock, taking it deep into their throats without gaging or choking, and waiting for the opportunities to take a breath. As each had learned the skill of allowing someone to stick his cock deep into your throat was not an easy one to master, but the Doctor was determined that any slave he sold would be considered an excellent cocksucker by anyone who stuck his cock in one.

A couple of the slaves were working in the quarters, cleaning out cells and a couple more were being disciplined for infractions, or simply because Murphy was in the mood to beat a couple of slaves. 116 had been taken to the Doctor's quarters which pretty much assured he was in his own special Hell. 105 had been taken by Trainer for some special training, which had been happening a lot more lately, but since it freed others from Trainer's attention, there were no complaints.

But after several hours, all of the slaves except for 105 and 116 were back in their cells waiting for permission to sit or lie on their pallets for the night. Some knew that that wouldn't happen for them because any of the Bosses could stop by and take one of the slaves for their personal pleasure that night. Also there was also the possibility that two slaves would be put together for the night. They would be required to sleep in a 69 position with the other slaves cock fitted securely in their mouths. They would not be allowed to release that cock till the morning wake up call, so each would drink the other's piss through the night and early morning. The other twist that was sometimes required was that when they released the cock from their mouth they had to show the spunk that cock had deposited in their mouth during the night or early morning.

However, on this particular evening, as the slaves stood with their hands on the bars and their cocks sticking through them, they would soon learn that the Doctor still had a surprise in store for them. If they ever doubted the Doctor's ability to shock and terrify them all, this day would be a reminder for all of them that he could, anytime he wanted. This morning they had watched three of their number be used as a bitch for a dog, and each knew it could have been any of them as well, and now, Martin came walking into the center of the room leading 104, only this was 104 like none of them ever imagined possible.

At 6'2" 104 was not a short man, and with his slender, yet muscular swimmer's build he had always been strikingly handsome, but now someone entirely different was walking in next to Martin. His heals lifted him another four inches, so he......she was about the tallest thing in the room. Everyone could still recognize the basic outlines of 104's face, but the garish make up he was wearing was startling to say the least. However, that was not the most startling feature about 104. There wasn't a closed mouth in the room as each slave looked on in complete shock and watched 104 walk into the room, tall, in his high heals, naked as usual, and with BREASTS, large breasts that stood out on his chest and gave him a bizarre appearance. A man, woman, something........with a cock and with breasts.

"Ladies," said Martin with a smugness that seemed to tickle him, "I'd like for you to meet our new Den Mother around here. You all remember 104, well this is the new, improved version of that miserable cunt. Now, as you can plainly see, she is a dramatic, beautiful cunt.

A stunned silence was all that greeted 104. She had expected something like this, but now that it was happening her resolve was melting and she could feel the tears begin to form. She no longer knew if her response was simply hers, or if it was all the hormones she was taking as part of her daily regimen. She knew she was more emotional, but she didn't want to start crying now, not again. However, here were all the other slaves she had been with for months, looking at her like she was some kind of monster, some freak, and maybe she was. She honestly wasn't sure. She had not been allowed to look at herself in the mirror since the Doctor had revealed her breast to her shortly after surgery. Oh she could look down and see them now, but she had no idea what the overall affect was, nor did she have any idea what her face looked like with the cosmetic tattoos. So maybe she was a monster, based on the look on the faces of the other slaves, she must be terrifying.

"Now my little beauty," Martin said, "I want you to stand over here," and he pointed to one end of the room, "and take a nice pose so the other ladies can see how nice you look now." Then more forcefully Martin hissed, "do it like you've been practicing bitch or I'll get my tools and start tattooing obscenities all over your lovely new breasts."

104 knew better that to cross Martin right now because there was evidently more work that the Buyer wanted done, and Martin would most likely be the one doing it. So 104 walked with the sway to her hips that she had been practicing, and stood sideways with her arm swung back so the line of her breast was accentuated. Her hair still looked funny, not long enough yet, and she wasn't wearing a wig, but she struck a nice figure, and was actually nice looking, but that wasn't the point. The point was, and this wasn't lost on a single slave in the room, just as three of them had been a bitch for a dog this morning, any of them could be altered in such a way as too look exactly like 104 looked right now. Any of them could be transformed into a she/he if their buyer wanted it. The message was crystal clear to all of them, and it was as if the Doctor was standing right there saying it, "I will do anything to you that I want to do, I will alter you in any way I choose or your Buyer requires, and you will do anything I command in order to make yourself the perfect slave for your Buyer. What you want is irrelevant, what you hope for is meaningless, what you think you need is of no consequence. You are my slaves, and I will do anything.........anything......I want with you."

Every slave in the room was getting that message loud and clear as they looked at 104 and saw the degree to which the Doctor was willing to go to get what he wanted out of these slaves. Several of them who were wearing the ball weights the Doctor required, now understood in a way they had not before, they were being altered because the Doctor wanted it to be so, and that was all that mattered, and if tomorrow morning he decided that he needed another she/he in his stock, he would simple pick out the one he wanted and that slave would be altered as well. And, it could be any one of them.

"Okay bitch," Martin said to 104, "I want you to go around to each slave and let him feel your new breasts, and I want you to tell each one how proud you are that your new Master gave them to you, and how you look forward to pleasing him with them. Now get started so we can bed down all these bitches soon," he finished as he slapped 104 loudly on her ass.

104 began her walk of shame before her fellow slaves. It wasn't simply that they were all obligated to touch her new breasts, most of the slaves really wanted to know what they would feel like. For most of them, who had always considered themselves to be straight, this was the first opportunity in a long time to actually feel a breast, and it might be the last in an even longer time. So 104's breasts were gently probed and fondled by her curious companions. A couple even squeezed her nipples a little to see if she still had sensation there and she most certainly did.

However, the one thing she noticed was that while they all looked at her breasts, he nipples, and glanced at her face, none of them looked her in the eye. None of them really connected with her. It wasn't as if they had been great friends before this had been done to her, but they had all been through a lot together, and now, they were afraid to look her in the eye, and she suspected that she knew why. None of them wanted to see the confirmation in her eyes to the question they all now realized had been answered for them............"yes........this could be you."

The exception for 104 came when she stood in front of 115's cell. She noticed he was crying, he was past shock, he had entered his own private world of misery after this horrible day, but he did look her in the eye. Only his eyes were pleading with her.........."please tell me this isn't happening..........please tell me that it isn't true.........please tell me that it won't happen to me," they silently said to her.

104 looked back with all the compassion she could muster........."you'll be alright.......it's not so bad," she tried to say to him. 115 remembered his first night in this place, as this beautiful young man had held him and tried to comfort him a little while his life had been changing irrevocably for the worse. How he had whispered comforting words in his ear, and even held his fingers with his own the next morning as Trainer was fitting him with his ball weights. This was a gentle young man, and now the Doctor, at the bequest of some rich bastard, had transformed this man into.........this........this........, he wasn't even sure what to call him.

115 was the last slave 104 had to present herself to, and she was glad it was over, at least for now. Martin took her to her cell and told her to get some rest. Her new Owner would be picking her up in a few days, and there was still a lot of work to do to get her ready. "We'll begin early in the morning, and it's important you get some rest.........Doctors orders," he chuckled, as he locked her in her cell.

"The rest of you ladies hit the sack as well," Martin shouted as he left the room and turned off the lights. The slaves all went to their pallets in silence. For once there were no furtive whispers, only shocked silence as each slave seemed to retreat into his own private nightmare of questions, doubts and wonderings.

115 was certainly no exception as he lay down on his pallet with its thin, almost non-existent, pad, which really acted more as a reminder that even this comfort would be denied the slave, rather than providing even a modicum of respite. As he carefully hung his ball weight from a rod so that his balls would continue to be stretched..........because the Doctor wanted his balls to hang lower, and he knew the consequences would be severe if one of the Bosses walked by and his balls were not being stretched, he began to realize, perhaps for the first time, that he was in a hopeless situation. He'd fought thinking that because he simply didn't know if he could live without hope, but what possible hope did he have in this place.

After what seemed like a lifetime in this Hell, he'd not even glimpsed a remote possibility of what looked like a chance to get away. The control was so tight, so complete, so pervasive.......it seemed hopeless........it was hopeless, but how did he live with that knowledge? All along he had been saying to himself, "the most important thing is to survive........just survive, until I can find a way out." But there was no way out, so why was it important to survive?

As 115 lay there on his hard pallet with his balls being pulled taut, he began to wonder if perhaps he should just give up, and what would that look like? The life he was living was horrible, and the future looked just as bleak, but did he want to end it all, was he prepared to die? These questions came to him as tears began to fall down the sides of his face. For the first time in his young life he was seriously asking himself if he wanted to continue living, and he was truly unsure of the answer.

Then 115 remembered how 104 had looked at him just a little while ago. With all that had been done to him, all that he had been through, and was still going through, he hadn't given up. In fact, he had looked into his eyes with encouragement. "Where did that come from," wondered 115. "How could he still be able to do that, after all that had been done to him?" 115 looked at the weight hanging from the rod next to his pallet. The last time his weights had been taken off, he was surprised that in fact, his ball sac was haning a little lower than it ususally did. This was doing what the Doctor wanted it to do. He was being altered to the way the Doctor wanted him to be, not to the degree of 104, at least yet, but 115 knew if a Buyer walked in here and pointed at him and said, "Make him a girl," the Doctor would have now qualms about doing exactly that.

The tears continued as 115 faced the reality of his life. He was a slave. There was very little hope that situation would change. A stranger would walk in here one day and buy him, and he would belong to that man and be that man's sex toy for as long as he wanted. That man would be able to do anything he wanted to him, and 115 had no recourse in the matter. The words of Trainer came back to him, "I can make you desirable," "men will be bidding to make you theirs," and the words of 105 just a few days ago, "the more desirable you become the better chance you have of being with someone who will care for you." 115 was realizing that most of his attention had been on how to get out of this situation, then he thought of 104. How could 104 get out of his situation when his situation was now his body..........there was no escape from that reality.

Now the look on 104's face was beginning to make some sense. 104 was not spending energy trying to figure out how to escape from a reality from which no escape was possible. He was learning to live within that reality.........seeking ways to survive in that reality. That's what 115 had also seen in his eyes...........acceptance..........and with that a modicum of peace. Was it time for him to do the same thing..........accept his condition, his status, for there certainly didn't seem to be any possible escape from it, and seek ways to live within that reality.........to survive within it........knowing there would be no escape.

115 suddenly thought of Radar. Even now that beautiful silenced man was serving the very monster that had crushed and silenced him. Waiting on him hand and foot, and accepting that he was there for this man's sexual pleasure as well. How long had he been like that, with no hope of escape. He had had to find something within himself to give him the strength to survive in this monstrous situation. 115 now knew that he had to do the same thing. He had to follow 104 and Radar, and others whose names he would never know. He had to discover within himself the strength he would need to survive in a seemingly hopeless situation. He didn't notice it at first, but he'd stopped crying, he'd also stopped praying. His mind was taking him other places within himself, and it seemed he was seeing some of them for the first time. He began to pay attention, not sure where the strength would come from, but certain that it would come. Eventually, 115 had the best sleep he'd had since that terrible day, and during the sleep, he grew stronger.

What 115 didn't know yet, was that his new found strength and resolve would be tested sooner than he might think. Trainer had already told the Bosses that he was to be the piss boi the next day, and that was a part of the reality that 115 struggled with the most.

I hope you continue to enjoy the story, as I continue to enjoy hearing from you with your comments and suggestions. I'm also still in the midst of my search for another 24/7 slave. I'm looking for a young man ready to learn from and enjoy a creative Master. Get in touch if you have any interest or want more information.