Sex Toy Enslavement

APOLOGIES**

My apologies for the delay in this Chapter!! A number of personal and family issues proved more time consuming than I thought, and then I had a little writer's block to overcome. I'm back at it now, and hope you find this Chapter as entertaining as the previous ones.

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

As the story continues we'll be dropping in on several scenes at a time so I'm providing a list of 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. I will periodically update the time line as well.

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) Captive about 6 weeks.

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 7.5 months.

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

Sold to Buyer C2 as a K9 slave.

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

6.5 months.

104: 22 yo, 6'2", 190, 7" cut, Anglo, swimmer's build, brown hair and eyes, gay, captive just under 6.5 months. Sold

to Buyer X and transformed into a she/he.

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

months. Sold to Buyer Y with XX.

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

months. (Wearing ball weights)

109: 23 yo, 6'1", 190, 10" uncut, Black (Ebony), slightly muscular and well defined, straight, captive just over 3.5 months.

112: 21 yo, 6', 180, 9" cut, Anglo (darkly handsome features), athletic build and well defined with attractive body hair, straight, captive about 3 months.

113: 24 yo, 6', 190, 5" cut, Asian, slender but muscular build, black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive about 2.5 months. (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? Captive about 3 weeks.

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

Captive about 2 weeks.

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

being trained for Buyer Y. Sold with 105.

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.

Mr. C2: Early 50's, 5'9", 215 (pudgy), Anglo, salt & pepper hair, another computer wiz boy. Bought 101 for K9.

Chapter 14

Part 1

(Mr. Y Comes for a Visit)

Mr. Y had been planning this trip for awhile. The reports he'd been getting on his two purchases had been very encouraging, but he wanted to see the progress for himself. So the Doctor had been glad to set up a time when he could come and enjoy his slaves while he waited for their training to be complete. In fact, Trainer had talked to him about something that he could do to help the training along, and Y had liked the idea very much. He was relaxing in one of the guest rooms as he waited for the arrival of 105.

At the same time, 105 was being taken by Murphy for what he assumed would be another training session with Trainer. He knew nothing about his Master's arrival. As Murphy took the slave into the section of the compound where the guest suites were located, 105 began to wonder what was going on. He knew better than to ask any questions, or even to speak to a free man without being given permission. He'd come a long way in his training, but sometimes he wished he could just ask a simple question without worrying that he'd be punished for it. However, he knew those days were gone, he was a slave, and he had accepted that reality.

As they came into the guest suite Mr. Y was in the other room. Murphy had knocked, then come in with 105. He stood in the entry of the suite while 105 assumed a presentation position. Then Y came into the room and 105 saw who it was. He was surprised at the flood of emotions that he felt all of a sudden. He wasn't expecting that, but this was the man who had bought him. This was the man who had changed his life from what it had been only a short time before. This was the man who was saving his brother from this life and worse, and this was the man who had delivered an enemy into his hands. This was the man he owed his new life to, and he was seeing him for the first time since all of this had happened.

105 fell to his knees without being commanded to, he bowed his head slightly and whispered so that it was barely audible in the room, "Master..........Master."

Having this beautiful man react to him this way was one of the most stimulating and erotic moments Y had experienced in a long time. To be sure, he had hired beautiful whores before, he could afford any of that kind of thing he wanted, but this handsome man was truly his slave, and the sense of power and satisfaction that reality gave him was intoxicating. Watching him submit now out of a sense of responsibility as his property, and a true desire to please him caused his cock to jump a little.

"I don't think I'll need you any further," Mr. Y said to Murphy.

"Certainly Sir," Murphy responded with a little concern, "Sir, I'll be glad to step back and stay inconspicuous if you have any concerns........."

"I appreciate that, but I don't think it will be necessary. I have the saftey button if I need it," and Y showed Murphy the button that was wrapped into his palm that the Doctor provided all his customers when they visited. If pressed it would incapcitate any collared slave within 25 feet. The Doctor certainly had no intention that his customers would ever be threatened in any way by a slave, but he wanted them to feel the extra security of that device.

"As you wish Sir," Murphy responded, and left the room.

Master and slave were alone for the first time and each was caught up in his own feelings, but 105 was trying to get his head back into the moment. He wanted to be present for his Master.........to serve him completely. A reality he would never have imagined prior to his capture, and now one he couldn't conceive in any other way. Trainer had done an excellent job.

"Crawl here slave," Y commanded, and immediately 105 responded as he crawled on all fours to his Master's feet, then lowered himself into a kowtow and kissed his Masters feet before rising up on his knees in the kneeling presentation position he had been taught. His legs spread shoulder width, his cock thrust out slightly since his Master was in front of him, his hands resting in the small of his back and his head slightly bowed. He didn't know it, but he had been taught this and other presentation positions by Trainer after Mr. Y had selected them as the ones he wanted his slaves to use. Each slave was trained to the particular tastes of each Buyer. Mr. Y had picked this position out of a book of positions provided by the Doctor. He had simply liked this one better than many of the others, and because of that,a simple preference, this slave had been taught to take it and specified others depending on the situation. Even a slight preference of his Master would now and forever determine how this slave lived.

"It was a long flight, and I had a couple of drinks on the plane, but I saved something for you slave," Y said, looking down at this finely muscled slave.

Without being told anymore, 105 anticipated his Master's need and lowered himself a bit, put his head back, opened his mouth wide, and placed his tongue just over his lower lip, waiting to be used by his Master.

The movement further convinced Mr. Y that this slave was going to be worth the additional expense of a college education for his brother. To have this beautiful specimen of manhood anticipate his need and submit himself completely for his pleasure.........he had to stop thinking so much about it, or he'd get too hard to piss, he thought to himself as he smiled. He pulled out his cock, rested it on the softness of 105's tongue as he adjusted instantly to his Master's height, and had one of the most satisfying pisses of his life. He didn't want it to end, but knew it would have to, as 105 was swallowing for all he was worth to make sure none of it spilled out. When he finished, 105 licked the last drop from his piss slit, thanked him, and resumed his position before his Master.

"You please me slave. With your appearance and your attitude, you please me."

105 lowered his head in acknowledgement of the statement then resumed his position. Since he had not been given permission to speak, nor asked a specific question, he knew to remain silent, and his Master noticed the training. Anyone's normal response to a compliment is to say, "thank you," he thought, but 105 was not anyone, he was a slave, a slave who knew his place and how to act.

But Y wasn't finished running a little series of tests that he had planned for this encounter. He pointed to a rack that was constructed on one wall of the room. It had been designed so that a prospective buyer could try out different desires on a possible purchase. "Get against the rack, spread eagle," he ordered 105, who moved immediately to the required spot and assumed the designated position.

His Master soon had 105's hands spread and fastened to the rack as well as his feet. He looked 105 in the eyes and saw a combination of resignation, submission and fear. "Good," he thought, "all of those are appropriate emotions for a slave with his Master, and it's unlikely two months ago this slave had any but the last, with a side order of hatred."

"I've been thinking about it, and I can't quite decide what size I want these little babies to be," Y said as he fingered 105's nipples. They had developed nicely since the Doctor had wanted this slave's nipples to be a little larger. Y placed the fingernails of his thumb and middle finger in a pincer position in the middle of each of 105's nipples. Then he slowly started applying pressure........letting it build pretty quickly into a significantly painful reality for him. 105 began to moan and that quickly progressed into a sustained groan, as he felt that his nipples were literally being pinched in half.

"Any opinion slave, do you think these nipples are okay the way they are, or should they be a little smaller," Y asked as he continued to squeeze 105's nips so hard, he wondered if in fact the tips would be pinched off? But he also remembered what Trainer had said, "You are a slave.......period," and it was true.

"Please Master," 105 gasped through the pain, and Y waited for the begging to begin. "Please, Master," he gasped again, "fix them the way they would please you, Master."

Y turned his head slightly and looked even deeper into 105's eyes. That wasn't the response he'd expected, but it was the one he'd hoped for. But even hoping, it had taken him a little by surprise. He began to let up on 105's nipples, and his gasping slowed. 105 began to regain some composure as his Master slowly took his balls into his hand.

"I'm wondering how many of these little jewels a slave needs to have to still be of service to his Master.......one," he said as he began to squeeze one of 105's nuts between his fingers. 105 braced himself for the pain that would be pouring out of his groin into his gut and would normally double him over, except that he was tied to a rack. Just about the time his breathing started to increase to pump more oxygen to his body to handle the pain, Y's hand opened just long enough to take in both vulnerable orbs and resumed sqeezing immediately, "or two." In an instant the pain washing through 105's groin was doubled, and he began to emit a low groan. Tears were now coming out the corners of his eyes as he endured this onslaught to what used to be integral to his manhood, but was now just another toy for his Master's pleasure.

Because of his preparatory conversation with Trainer, Mr. Y knew what he wanted to do next. While he was still crushing 105's balls in his hand, and 105 was groaning in agony, he leaned in and began to kiss 105. At first, 105 was too shocked and in too much pain to realize what was happening. His eye's had been closed as he strained to endure the assault to his testicals, but now he opened them, and through the haze of pain saw his Master looking at him and moving closer for another kiss. Even with the agony he was suffering, he melted again, this man was his Master, he could do anything he wanted with him, but he was now choosing to kiss him, and 105 was desperate for that contact.

What Y was careful to do however, was to not reduce the pressure any at all. 105 was paying a price for the privilege of kissing his Master, and he would soon learn that the price of any affection would be the pain that Y enjoyed inflicting on his slaves. It would come to be a price that 105 would gladly pay. This combination of severe pain and a little affection went on for a good while before Mr. Y let go of 105's balls and stepped back a step or two. He was ready to talk to this slave.

"I want something from you alpha. As your owner, I know I can have anything I want, simply by commanding it, but I want you to give something to me boi. I don't want it because I take my time beating you on this rack until you finally submit to my will and do what I want. It is something I would like for you to give to me, even though I can guarantee you it will be a very painful and humiliating thing for you to give me. I've never asked for anything from a slave like this before, but I've never tried to develop and alpha before either."

105 had listened intently to his Master, and now dared to risk speaking, "May I speak Master?"

"Speak slave."

"Master, you own me. Before I was enslaved I never new such a thing still existed, and I fought it with everything in me, but something has happened to me. It's not simply being made a slave, though that's certainly part of it, it's more than that. In the depth of my dispair you did what I would have thought impossible and unthinkable. You bought me, you made me a commodity, a thing, with that purchase. After being told this, I planned on killing myself as soon as I could find a way, but before I could I was told of all that you had done for me. You bought me, yes, but you gave me back some of my dignity, the dignity of a slave to be sure, but I learned in your gift that there is such a thing."

"Master, you gave me my brother's life. Not just sparing him from the Doctor's plan of enslavement, but giving him the possibility of a real life with the education you are providing for him. You gave him more than I could ever hope to, and you did that with no gain for yourself. Then you delivered my enemy into my hands, returning some of the dignity that had been taken from me, and you did so with no gain to yourself. You have given me more than I could have asked for as a slave, and now you ask if I would give something to you."

"I ask for one more thing from you Master," 105 said, and Mr. Y looked surprised and a little displeased, but 105 went on, "Please allow me to give you whatever you desire, even before you tell me what it is, regardless of the pain or humiliation. I beg you to allow me to give you that gift, then I beg you to beat me as hard as you can and allow me the joy of then being able to give it to you all over again. Please allow that Master, for I am truly yours in every way you can think of, and my only desire is to give you pleasure," and with that, 105 bowed his head before his Master.

What started out as a rebuke, was caught in Y's throat as a knot. This is what he had hoped for all along. It was all for this moment, the money, the planning, the time, this is what he had wanted, for another man to give himself to him in this way. The feeling of power he had over this slave was now absolutely complete, and it aroused him in a way that had rarely occured for him. He released 105 from his bonds, he took hold of his cock and led the willing slave to the bed. He roughly pushed him face down onto the bed and commanded him, "get that cunt in the air bitch," and with a passion he hadn't felt in a long time he took what was his.

As Y climbed on the bed he lubricated his cock with lube conveniently placed on the bedside table. As he finished lubing his cock, he placed it at the entrance to 105's backdoor and began to knock. He pushed in a little at first, and as he did, he lay down on the slave, that would become one of his favorite fuck positions, and he slid in the rest of the way. 105 worked to relax his cunt so that his Master would enjoy himself. Then began to moan to Y, "Fuck your bitch, Master. Use your bitch's cunt Master. Fuck me Master."

It was music to Y's ears to have this beautiful, muscular man submit to his every whim. 105 thought his Master had done all those things as gifts to him, "let him think that," Y thought. He knew he'd done all those things for this, to own this man, truly own him. For this beautiful man to get up every day and think hard on how he could please his Master, how he could be used for that pleasure. That was worth the paltry amount it cost to send that brat brother of his to college. Hell, his wife had just spent more remodeling their bedroom in their townhouse in Paris, and he seriously doubted he'd get as much pleasure out of that room as he was getting out of this slave.

To the music of his slave begging to be used by him, Y continued to ride that beautiful ass, so willingly given up to him. He rammed in and out of it, and continued that until he could feel his load swelling in his balls and getting ready for release. He loved the feeling, just before he shot his load, of the point of no return, the point at which it didn't matter what he did, he was going to shoot. As he reached that point this time he put his arms around 105 and pulled him to himself, and said, "you belong to me bitch, and I'll do whatever I want with you," and then he shouted with the release he'd been waiting for since he had boarded the plane, "Yes, Take It Cunt, Take It All You Fucking Cunt," and 105 did exactly that, knowing he now had a Master that valued him.

As Y relaxed on the back of his slave, just as he would on a pillow, as unconcerned about his slave's comfort as he would be about a pillow, he continued the earlier conversation.

"I'm going to do something boi, that could be confusing for you, but I want it to remember that it will be my alpha. Does it understand that?"

"Yes Master, it understands. It accepts your will for its life, Master," 105 stated, using the same pejorative that his Master had used, just as Trainer had taught him.

"This will be a test for it, and for its trust in me as its Master. Don't dissappoint me slave."

"Yes Master, it won't disappoint you, Master," 105 quietly responded.

"That remains to be seen," Y responded as he got out of the bed and went to the phone connecting the room to Trainer's office. "We're ready to go with you to the other site," he said matter of factly to the other end of the phone.

105 wasn't sure what was about to happen, but he could feel the tension in the air as his Master told him to get on his knees in presentation mode. In a few minutes, Trainer was there, and while he spoke to Mr. Y, he casually placed a leash on 105's collar and put blinder goggles on him. 105 began to become concerened about some of what his Master had said to him, because the last time Trainer did this to him, he was taken into another part of the compound and made to fuck someone else. What was going to happen now?

As the three moved to another part of the compound unobserved by anyone else, 105 was allowed to walk at the end of the leash instead of crawl, but when they reached a point and went through a door that sounded like a vault door, he was once again told to get on his knees. What he didn't know was that he was now kneeling in XX's special training area with XX only a few feet away standing in presentation mode with similar blinders on. Williams was standing a few feet away to assist in any way he could. He had been preparing XX for this meeting since early morning, and his preparations had paid off. XX was beautiful, standing there, naked of course, with a slight sheen over his entire body from the body oil that Williams had used.

This was the first time that Y had seen XX since he had been taken as a slave, and he was most impressed with this slave, as he had been when he saw him the first time he'd come to the compound. Trainer could tell that Y was pleased with what he saw, and this pleased Trainer because all of this had required a good deal of effort. Of course, Trainer smiled, thinking to himself, I'm also getting a great deal of money for this job.

"On your knees Dos," Trainer barked, and Dos went instantly into position. It had been a battle, but XX had finally realized that nothing was going to change his circumstances, at least not yet. Trainer had absolute control, and as XX had very painfully learned, he knew how to use that control to whatever ends he desired.

Trainer then turned to Williams and told him to leave the room but stand ready at the door to come in if needed. Williams hadn't really noticed, but this was the first time he'd been around XX when he wasn't gagged. He'd removed the gag from XX just as Trainer and the others had come in, per Trainer's instructions. Trainer had been careful to make sure that the only person XX could communitcate with was him. Trainer didn't want XX to have the opportunity to tell anyone else that he'd been a Boss at the compound before he was enslaved. The control had been so complete that XX had given up trying to tell Williams what had happened. All of this had gone a long way in pushing XX further into the slavery that had become his reality.

Now, as XX's blinders were removed by Trainer, and his eyes were allowed to adjust to the light, Y came into focus for him for the first time since he'd seen him in the Inspection Room with 105. XX also noticed that 105 was kneeling nearby, and Trainer was just taking his blinders off as well. For the first time since Y had arranged this all the members of the trio were looking at each other.

XX found it almost impossible to control his feelings as he wanted to lunge at this man who had changed his life, to rip his throat out and crush his heart in his bare hands. Y saw the hatred in XX's eyes and relished it. He had expected no less from this gorgeous man who only weeks ago felt he was on top of his world, only to be brought down and debased as a sexual object for the pleasure of someone else. Oh no, Y thought, hate me all you want bitch, I still own you, and will do whatever I want with you.

However, Y didn't say anything, and XX used all of his self control to hold his position because he could see Trainer there, ready to bring him down with this damn collar around his neck. XX realized again, maddeningly so, that he was a slave. That the feelings he was having he could never act on again, well maybe never, please God not never, just once would be enough, but XX pushed these thoughts to the margins of his thinking. Those thoughts could only get him hurt, and hurt badly. Y enjoyed watching XX's struggle, thinking it was entertaining enough to sell tickets to, but relishing the fact that this performance was just for his pleasure.

"Slaves," Trainer barked again with great authority in his voice, "this is your Master, show your obeisance......NOW!"

Both slaves immediately crawled to Y, kowtowed before him, then each, staying low on the floor lowered his lips to one of Y's feet. Each slave gently kissed and caressed the foot of his Master, but Y could feel the electricity between these two slaves who hated each other with a deep and abiding passion, as they were forced into such close proximity to each other. Each was considering risking the pain of the collar just to be able to get his hands on the other one for a moment, but their training held. Each continued to kiss his Master's foot for a moment then each moved back on their knees in presentation mode. They tried to keep some distance between each other, not wanting to even touch the other, unless it was to inflict pain, but they each knew that when multiple slaves presented themselves, they should do so in close proximity to the other. Their discomfort, their hatred, simply made the moment for Y all the more enjoyable. Trainer could see the potential in all of this for Y's pleasure, but he also could see the danger in having two powerful slaves who hated each other so passionately in such close proximity to each other for extended periods. However, Trainer's job was to prepare Y's slaves for him, not to judge his motives or evaluate his decisions. The man was getting exactly what he was paying for, and that was Trainer's primary concern.

Now, Y thought, let the games begin.

"I haven't decided on your names yet, so for now you will continue to respond to what you've been called. 105," Y commanded, "kiss the floor and hold in that position until released," and 105 immediately pressed his lips to the floor. "Now Dos, this is our first chance to get acquainted since I purchased you. I know it probably came as a surprise to you, but you were a surprise to me when I came here looking for a slave. You're beautiful and quite appealing, and I decided I had to have you as well. It was my intention when I purchased the two of you that 105 would become my alpha. Of course, I've already hired a trainer to handle and care for my slaves, but I thought it would be nice to have a slave also help with that task, hence my desire for an alpha. However, as I look at you both now I must admit that I'm beginning to reconsider that first thought. I'm wondering if you have what it takes to be a good alpha. Mr. Trainer, do you have any thoughts on the subject?"

Trainer was expecting the question, and he knew what Y was doing. "Sir, once you choose which slave you would prefer as your alpha, either slave has the potential to be a good one, and will receive the training needed to assure that for you," Trainer responded with confidence.

The thoughts that were running through each slave's mind were causing each quite different feelings. 105 found himself wondering what his Master was doing. Was it possible he would make Dos the alpha? He wasn't sure he could live with that, as he remembered the words Trainer had burned into him..........'you are a slave.....only that......nothing more......and your Master may do whatever he wishes with you.'

At the same time, Dos was having trouble keeping his mind from racing to the possibilities. As an alpha he would have more liberty, more freedom, maybe enought to escape, and at the same time, while he was in this Hell, he could make 105's Hell even worse. If anyone had told him a month ago that in a month he would be hoping desperately to become an alpha slave, he would have told them they were crazy, but here he was, hoping beyond hope that his Master would choose to make him the alpha.

"I want my alpha to be able to carry out my commands, to seek to help me in any way, and to always have my best interest at heart. He will have authority over the other slave, but will remain a slave himself. He will even discipline the other slave to make sure that slave continues to focus on me. However, he will not be allowed to damage the other slave, for the other slave is my property, and the alpha will always respect that. But, we all know that a lot of discipline can be administered without permanent damage," Y said with an evil twist of his mouth.

"Dos, I'm going to reconsider my original decision. I want to see if you have what I think it will take to be that alpha for me. I'm going to give you complete control over 105, and I want to see if you can handle him in such a way that he continues his training and is always ready to serve me completely. I'll expect you to show me that you can punish him, even humiliate him, as I want my alpha to also be feared by any other slaves I get. If you can demonstrate to me that you have what it takes, then I'll consider making you my alpha. Do you understand slave?"

Dos immediately fell to the floor and crawled the short distance to Y and began kissing his feet. "Yes Master, your slave understands and will try very hard to please you in every way," he found himself saying, and meaning it with every fiber of his being. To be a slave was hell on earth, and any improvement in that circumstance was to be sought with all one's efforts. Dos would do everything in his power to be chosen. At the same time, 105's heart and spirit sank to a new low. He had no way of knowing if his Master was playing with Dos, or if this was all happening just as it appeared to be happening. To be a slave with Dos as his alpha was unimaginable.

But for Dos, the good times had almost come back as he rose and swatted 105 hard on the ass. "Get on your knees bitch and kiss my cock like its your favorite lover, because its about to become that. Don't worry Master," Dos said a little too casually to Y, "when I'm finished with this slave it will give you the best head you've ever experienced."

Y and Trainer moved to the side and rested on a couple of stools to watch the show. 105 moved quickly to kiss the cock he hated most in the world, but if this was what his Master wanted, he would do the best he could, even for this devil. 105 tenderly and lovingly kissed the cock and began to suck its head just a bit. He'd hardly begun when Dos slapped him savagely across the face with the flat of his hand. "You can do better than that raghead," he shouted at 105, "this isn't one of those vestal virgins you think is waiting for you in paradise, you dumb fuck, this is a man's cock, and you should show your appreciation for being allowed to even approach a man's cock by putting your heart into it. Take it deeply into that cunt hole you call a mouth, get it as far down that miserable desert throat of yours as possible. Now get with it cunt mouth."

105 quickly rammed his throat around XX's engorged cock. Taking it in completely until his lips were pressed firmly against the base of his cock. He'd become pretty good at overcoming the gag reflex he used to experience in doing this, but this time was difficult because of who's cock it was. However, he took it all, and began moving his head and throat back and forth in such a way as to pleasure the full length of the cock he was servicing. Soon XX's cock was slick with the deep salivic juices from 105's throat, and 105 was not so stupid as to not know what he was preparing this cock to do.

Once again, XX viciously slapped 105 with the flat of his hand, almost knocking him off his cock. "Now get on the floor and beg for a real man to fuck you bitch, beg the way I taught you to beg for a real man's cock."

The words sent a chill down 105's back. It was almost as if he was being thrown back to a few weeks before, when XX was a Boss tormenting him for his own sadistic pleasure. However, he moved quickly to the floor, reflecting the training he'd received in the past few weeks, and assumed the position that he knew XX liked. He got on one butt cheek and an elbow, lifting one leg up, exposing the blossom of his cunt to XX. Then he wetted one of his fingers and began moving it slowly in and out of his cunt, while he began to squeeze one of his nipples with the fingers of his other hand. Once he was in position he looked seductively into XX's eyes and began to beg him, "Please fuck this bitch, Sir. Please send this miserable little cunt to paradise with that magnificent cock, please use this little slut for your pleasure, make me your bitch Boss...........," and on it went as 105 went through the routine that XX had so cruelly taught him when he was a Boss. Only this time, there were no tears. This time 105 accepted his position as a slave, this time he did what was required of him as well as he could, because that was his function as a slave.

Unknown to either XX or 105, Y found himself experiencing a raging hardon as he watched 105 submit to XX's abuse, and especially to his pleadings to be fucked. Y was actually a little surprised at his own reactions and knew he would have to explore that later.

But in the fever of the moment, it was XX that truly forgot where he was and what he'd become. His lust for and hatred of this bitch in front of him was as great as ever, and to once again have power over him was more intoxicating than he had ever suspected it would be. Unfortunately for XX he never really understood the subtlety of some realities. Such as the fact that the root of the word "intoxicating" is "toxic," and that's what was about to happen to XX as he continued. He was about to poison himself.

As XX watched 105 continue to debase himself, he failed to realize that there was a difference in 105 now. Yes, he was going through the motions and saying all the right words, but he failed to see the difference. That 105, while humiliating himself, and genuinely so, was also a slave doing as he was told, and was beginning to take a bit of pride in the fact that he could do what he was told, even if it meant humiliating himself, and do it well for the pleasure of the man controlling him. 105 had finally become a true slave, while XX still had a ways to go on that journey.

But what XX didn't fail to notice was how excited he was becoming with 105 debasing himself before him. It was also likely that with the pent up frustration he'd experienced over the past few weeks, it was simply too early for him to be allowed this kind of control or liberty with anyone, but especially a slave he hated as much as 105. He grabbed 105 by his hair, moving his face closer to the debased slave's, and growled at him, "Now I'm going to remind you what being fucked by a real man is like," and as quickly as that, he spread 105's legs, lifted his cunt up off the floor a bit and started pressing his engorged cock into 105's ass crack.

The last thing 105 wanted to experience was being fucked by this monster again, but he knew what he must do for his Master as he submissively said, "Please teach me how to satisfy a real man Sir." The words almost gagged him, but he focused on seeing and speaking to his Master. He was looking at the snarling face of XX, but he saw his Master. For if this is what his Master had decided should happen to him, then so be it, his Master could do with him as he chose. What he hadn't realized yet, but would later as he reflected on this, was that his submission to his Master was what made it possible for him to open his hole appropriately for the violation and debasement that XX desired. He felt XX in him once again. He remembered the other times that this man had used him as a sex toy, but this one was different. XX was using him, but he realized now that he was giving himself to his Master. XX was an extension of his Master's will........105 was learning an important lesson for a slave.

All of this was lost on XX as he felt himself bury his cock in the warm, moist hole of this beautiful slave. He began to thrust in and out of that willing cunt with powerful strokes. His cock would come almost completely out before he would ram it back in all the way to its base. He heard the groans of 105 which only served to excite him more.

"That's right you fucking bitch," he snarled as he steadied his rapid rhythm, "take it all, feel a real man inside you, using you for the only thing you raghead cunts are good for."

At the same time that XX was reaching for one of 105's nipples and viciously squeezing it between his fingers, Trainer was looking at Mr. Y. He noticed that all the activity was exciting Mr. Y, and he realized again that the dynamic of the hatred these two slaves had for each other was a major part of the excitement for him. That's when he began to consider that this situation might also be the solution of another problem he was going to have, but he would think about that more later. For now, he was going to add to the chemistry of what was going on for Mr. Y's pleasure. After all, the pleasure of the Doctor's customers was the paramount issue in this compound.

Trainer stood up, walked to a side shelf and picked something up. Then he walked over to where XX was savagely raping 105, and as 105's moans were becoming louder, Trainer put the object in XX's hand and said simply, "Let's hear him really sing for his Master's pleasure."

Without slowing in his rape at all, XX looked down at what was in his hand, then smiled with a savage delight. It was the little plastic accordian bottle of the pepper sauce that had been used on him. Now it would find its real use, he thought, as it burned the inside of this sand monkey's cock. In one fluid motion he reached down and grabbed 105's hard cock, and with little concern for delicacy plunged the narrow elongated spout into his piss slit. 105 screamed with the violation, and wasn't sure what was happening since the sauce had never been used on him before. He was about to be educated.

"This is going to excite you a bit cunt, but try not to embarrass your brown ass too much," XX laughed as he pressed the base of the accordian tube, sending an ample supply of the pepper sauce deep into 105's waiting cock. It took a moment for 105 to realize what had been injected into him, but only a moment. Then he felt a searing burning pain inside his cock unlike anything he'd ever felt. It started slowly, but then began to increase in intensity, and then to his horror, only kept increasing as the inside of his cock felt like a lit torch had been jammed inside it. 105 began to scream and to thrash about the floor, but XX got control very quickly, slapping him cruelly across his face and yelling, "Keep the palms of those hands glued to the floor bitch..........if they come off the floor.......even an inch, the punishment you get will be ten times worse than what you feel now."

With tears streaming down his face 105 heard the command through the flames of pain that were consuming his crotch, and with a control that impressed even Trainer, he slammed his hands, that had been flailing about his cock, trying to clean out whatever firey substance had been injected, down onto the concrete floor at his sides. Even through the tears and the screams, he looked at XX with a hatred that burned brighter than the flame consuming his cock. He continued to scream in agony as XX enjoyed his ride even more, now that he knew 105 was completely in Hell. Within moments XX felt himself coming to a climax unlike any he'd ever experienced. It was everything, the past weeks of training, the abduction and all the indigities of the slavery he'd been subjected to, his hatred of this foreign piece of shit, the fact that he hadn't been allowed to cum for almost two weeks........it was everything, but when he began to explode inside this cunt, with cord after cord of hot seed being buried deep inside this cunts bowels, screaming with delight, almost as loud as 105 was screaming in agony.........unknown to both of them, Y felt a miraculously enjoyable climax of his own, and he hadn't even touch himself. These two were going to be worth every penny, he thought to himself, and smiled as he watched XX collapse on a still screaming 105, noticing he still had his palms pressed to the floor.

About twenty minutes later a very satisfied looking Dos was on his knees with his head slightly bowed in presentation mode. 105 was next to him in a similar position and had finally gained enough control to stop crying and screaming, though his cock was leaking a bit of milky discharge as his body tried to rid itself of the offensive substance. Once he'd been given permission to get up from the floor, he had still refrained from touching his painfilled cock because he was not given permission to do so. He was still hurting, but he knew the worst of the pepper was over. Though he found himself worrying that the worst of this situation might not be over. His body trembled a bit in fear of what might still happen, but he held the position he had been ordered into.

XX on the other hand was feeling great about everything. Oh he was still a slave, though as an alpha he thought he might find a way to change even that. He felt that he had truly impressed Y with his ability and prowess. Trainer, on the other hand, was already making mental notes of things that still needed to be done in training Dos. He was actually berating himself a bit for not having gotten further with him in the time he'd had so far, but he knew he would make up for it if Y would give him the time. Everyone was now waiting for Y to decide where this was all going.

"105, here boi," Y said as he extended his hand from his body a bit, calling him like a dog and watching as 105 crawled on his knees to the place indicated and kissed the back of the hand extended to him. "You have seen the power of Dos as an alpha, and I must consider that in my selection, and I have to wonder, if I decided to make you my alpha, would you be able to handle such a powerful slave? Tell me boi, if you were my alpha could you fuck Dos as thoroughly as he just fucked you?"

"Master," 105 said as he looked up into Y's eyes for the first time, "if you commanded me to fuck another slave for your pleasure and you wanted to hear him scream, I assure you I would be able to do so with similar results, and I wouldn't have to resort to any foreign substance other than my cock. However, may I speak freely Master about being your alpha?"

Y looked down into the face of this exotically beautiful man with some curiosity, and gave him permission to speak.

"Master, if I was your alpha I would always have only one objective, the achievement of every sexual desire you have through the use of your sex toy slaves. But that would mean that I would need to understand exactly what it was that pleasured you, that caused you to get excited. I would have to beg you for the honor of a bit of your trust in me, to enable me to train myself and your other slaves to be able to give you every pleasure you desire. I want to know what stimulates and excites you, then I would beg for enough freedom with your property to make that happen for you. Your pleasure will become my greatest goal, regardless of the degree of pain it causes me or any of your slaves. If you enjoy seeing me raped, abused or debased by other slaves, then you will see much of that. If you enjoy receiving head while the slave is being beaten, then you will have it. Whatever you want, will become my goal, and your happiness will be the only prize I seek for my efforts. That is what I would do if you decided to honor me by making me your alpha Master," and with that 105 kissed Y's hand again and lowered his head in submission.

Once again, Y found himself marvelling at his good fortune in finding this remarkable slave, and he looked at Trainer, who was smiling in satisfaction at the success story he had created out of 105. Trainer knew what Y would do, and tragically so did XX, who too late understood the extent and gravity of his mistake in his behaviour as an alpha. He hadn't received the most important lesson from Trainer for an alpha, and 105 had taken that lesson to heart when Trainer had screamed at him, "You are a slave, nothing but a slave, and you will never be anything but a slave, no matter what." 105 accepted that reality, and now had made it work for him.

Y looked down at 105 again and said with authority, "You, 105, will be my alpha. You will make sure that all my slaves are always ready to give me the pleasure and obedience I seek. I have a trainer as well, but you will be treated as my alpha. You, Dos, will obey my trainer and my alpha as if it were me speaking to you," and with that XX realized the magnitude of his mistake, he wanted to yell out in protest, even raised his head a bit and began to open his mouth, but to his credit, and because Trainer was glaring at him like the Devil himself, he remained silent as he felt himself slip into a new depth of Hell.

"105 from this day forward you will be named 'Rex,' the name may mean nothing to you, but that was the name of my favorite dog when I was growing up, and it will please me to think of him when I use you." Rex leaned forward and kissed the hand of his Master, and thanked him for the privilege of bearing his favorite dog's name. There was a time that he would have considered killing a man for that kind of insult, naming him after a dog, but those times were gone, and he knew that with a certainty. He was now and forever, or until his Master chose otherwise, Rex, the slave.

"One other thing Rex," Y said as he looked down at his slave once more. "I especially enjoyed your performance with Dos when you were begging to be fucked. I want you to be able to do that for me often, and I want all my slaves to be able to do it as well as you. Is that understood Rex?"

"Yes Master, all your slaves will enjoy presenting themselves to you in that way whenever you please."

"Speaking of when I please," Y said as he turned to Trainer, "can you have my slaves ready for delivery in ten days. I'm going to be taking a holiday by myself at that time, and I'd like all my slaves to be available for me?"

Trainer was a little concerned about the amount of time, but didn't let on about it at all as he responded promptly, "Absolutley Sir, they will be ready for you whenever you're ready to take delivery of them. If it pleases you Sir, may I have a word with you in private before you leave?"

"Rex, get back beside your brother. You two can fondle each other while I speak with Trainer, and the two of them stepped away a few feet and whispered to each other. Y looked a little surprised at first, then looked like he was thinking about something, then began to grin a little and shook Trainer's hand. Neither slave knew what was going on, but as they groped each other's cock, they knew something had been decided, and it probably effected them.

As Trainer walked back to the two slaves, Mr. Y let himself out, going back to his room and getting ready for his departure. "You two will spend the next ten days together learning how close you will probably be for the rest of your lives. Dos, I think even your little brain is beginning to register how badly you screwed the pooch today, but Rex you also need to know that your Master intends to review his decision about which would make the best alpha in six months. Both slaves looked up at that announcement, and their minds began to race with what that meant. Trainer also knew that Y was doing it to keep the competition and the animosity alive. He almost chuckled to himself at how easy it was to manipulate slaves, but he didn't have time for that. These two had a lot of work before them, and he had even more.

"Williams," he shouted..............

Part 2

(The Doctor Relaxes With the Twins)

Radar was showing Mr. Watts into the Doctor's study. Watts noticed that Radar had a nasty black eye and several bruises on the left side of his torso, and that he seemed to be walking a little oddly. The bitch must have really pissed off the Doc about something, Watts thought to himself, it had been a long time since he'd seen Radar with bruises like this. He'd have to keep an eye on it. Could be the Doc was getting tired of this one, and might want another. After all, ten years is a long time with the same cunt. Not that the Doc didn't have a great deal of variety anytime he wanted it, Watts thought and chuckled to himself.

The Doctor was glad to see Watts and was hoping for a good report. As he came in, the Doctor told Radar, "Tell Murphy to have the twins here in twenty minutes, and to plan on leaving them here for the evening. I also want you to be here with the twins, cunt."

"Cluck," sounded Radar, as he rushed to text the required message to Boss Murphy. He moved with fear these days. He wasn't sure what was bothering the Doctor, but he'd been vividly reminded again that when the Doctor was anxious or worried, he generally suffered. That had certainly been the case two days ago when he'd accidently spilled a bit of soup on the Doctor's table while he was serving. The Doctor had flown into a rage and severly beaten him. His ribs were still sore from the beating, he was walking a little funny because of the size buttplug the Doctor had literally crammed up his cunt this morning, and he suspected the Doctor was not yet finished with his anger, and that meant he wasn't finished hurting yet. And, thought Radar, neither were those poor boys about to be brought into the Doctor's rooms.

"Well, what have you found out for us," the Doctor asked Watts as Radar left the room. "I want you to know that this is very important to me Watts, I don't want any screw ups on this."

Don't worry Doctor, there won't be any, and I'm happy to be able to report to you that we're going to get our chance for the grab in two weeks. The kid is going to Mexico with some friends to drink, fuck and beat up some of the local girls, and you'll never guess where they're headed."

The Doctor looked up from his drink, and smiled hesitantly at Watts. "Don't tell me our boi is headed to Cancun," the Doctor asked with genuine interest and some relief.

"Leaves in ten days," Watts smirked, "for a week of fun in the sun, with some of the guys. Your friend and his daughter will be no where around. Neither will the bastard's parents. Just some other of the idle, worthless rich brats this country has excelled in producing. In fact, his parents would prefer that he not go, with all the drug lord trouble in Mexico these days, but natually, he thinks his wealth makes him immune from all of that.

The Doctor mused for a moment, this is perfect, he thought. The chief of police in Cancun was a contact he had nurtured for years because of some of his clients who went there occassionally. Additionally, he had supplied one of the drug lords in that region with his favorite toy. This was too perfect, he continued to think.

"I can't tell you how important it is that there be no trace, no trail of any kind for anyone, even with money, to find and follow. This has to be perfect."

"Doctor, I understand completely, and I can assure you, we've never done an abduction with the kind of care being planned into this one. At two different points the hand off of the merchandise will be blind drop offs and pick ups. The one dropping the merchandise off will have no contact with the one picking it up, and the ones picking it up will only know enough to pick up the package and drop it off again. Even if the impossible happened and they were connected in some way to this, they simply don't know enough to cause us any trouble. Additionally, I've taken the liberty of contacting one of our friends there and created a third blind drop where the only guy involved is scheduled for elimination a few days later. Nothing to do with us, it just worked out that way. I assure you Doctor, there will be absolutely no trace left of this guy for anyone to follow. It will be as if he has vanished from the face of the earth."

"When will you have him here?"

"After the grab, it will take another four days, and two more blind drops, to get him to the warehouse. I'll be bringing him in by sea. In fact, one of the blind drops will happen there with a GPS device. Believe me Doctor, I've been very careful in planning for this package. I know how important it is for you, and the additional risks. I've allowed for all of that. Need I remind you that one of the reasons you pay me so well is because I'm really very good at this," Watts said with a grim smile.

Yes, thought the Doctor as he looked back at Watts, you are, and I'm especially glad of that right now. "If he leaves in ten days why are you waiting four more days to take him?"

"I want him to relax, get into a little routine, become careless. Then when a couple of local beauties invite him, and only him, to join them for a little boating fun, that's when it will happen. The boat will be found by authorities a couple of days later, but our boy will be well on his way by then, and there will be no trace of anyone. It will be a tragic boating accident, those kind of things still happen all over the world. The girls are local whores owned by our friend, and he assures me he has plans for them somewhere else in Mexico. By the way, he's expecting you to remember this when he comes shopping for another toy," Watts chuckled.

The Doctor reviewed everything in his mind. He saw no flaws. He told Watts to put the plan into operation and to keep him apprised of the progress. He finished by saying he would be ready for the package in eighteen days, and made a mental note to fill Trainer in on all of this. He thanked Watts and dismissed him, adding that if he wanted to enjoy any of the slaves while he was there, to feel free to do so. Watts smiled broadly and thanked the Doctor as he walked out.

On his way out, Watts passed the Twins as they were being brought to the Doctor's quarters. He actually did a double take at how stunning the two were side by side, naked, oiled, collared, and each grasping the other's cock to keep it hard since the Doctor had ordered that they were to be kept hard until further notice. A and B saw Watts as well, even though they had kept their heads lowered, when they glimpsed the bastard that had captured them and been responsible for putting them in this slave camp, they both stared with a deep and burning hatred at him.

It was too much for Watts to pass up. He smiled broadly at their hatred and said in an official manner to the Boss, "Hold up a minute, let me see how these two are coming along."

A and B lowered their gaze immediately. In almost two weeks they had already become well accustomed to new realities. They were slaves........sex toys in training to be specific......and they already knew enough to try to stay out of trouble and keep from being noticed. Only now, it was too late. Watts wanted to have some fun with them at their expense, and there was nothing they could do about it.

The Twins stood side by side, with their heads slightly bowed, knowing this bastard could do almost anything he wanted to them, and there was nothing either of them could do, except try and protect the other as best he could. Each burned with anger and hatred at this monster that had put them in this position. Each continued to fondle his brother to keep him hard. Each knew if one of them went soft, that one would be punished, but each was absolutely denied permission to touch themselves and keep themselves hard. So they had to depend on each other, as they kept a watch on each other's erection, making sure it was maintained in order to keep their brother safe.

"Look at you two. Looks like you each just love playing with each other. I'll bet ya'll used to do this a lot with each other when you were alone. Isn't it great that you can finally spend all of your time playing with each other's cock and balls. I hear you really like giving each other head as well, and eating all the cum from each others cock. Is that true?"

"Yes Sir," each responded in unison, knowing that any other answer would just cause them pain.

"Then you two wet backs should be on your fucking knees thanking me for helping you to find a place where you could do this all the time," he snarled, as he pointed to the floor.

A and B quickly fell to their knees and began to frantically respond, "Thank you Sir, for helping us. Thank you Sir, for finding a place like this for us." The words almost made them choke, but better choking on words than on cock, or worse, as they both continued to grovel in front of Watts.

For Watts it was an enjoyable moment, but he was struck again at how beautiful these two slaves were when they were together. God, the Doc was going to make a fortune on these two, he thought to himself as he slapped one of them across the face and went on his way. The little bit of excitement had made him hard, and he planned on doing something about that before he left the compound today.

Murphy slapped both the Twins on their asses with a small whip he was carrying and told them to, "Stop fooling around and get going," he knew the Doctor didn't like to be kept waiting. Both scurried to their feet and continued down the hall. As they came to the Doctor's quarters, Radar let them in.

This was the first time the twins had been brought to the Doctor's quarters, and they were terrified. Whenever they encountered this sadist they learned new depths of suffering and humiliation. They had no reason to believe this time would be any different, and they were about to discover that was a valid assumption.

"Murphy, I'd like for you to stay and assist me this evening," the Doctor stated, and Murphy nodded his head to the Doctor and quietly stepped off to the side to await further instructions. He was pleased with the situation, usually Trainer helped the Doctor so Murphy was hopeful that this might mean a pending promotion of sorts for him. "Now the two of you have had enough training to begin to understand that this is your new life. There is no chance that your circumstances will change, unless I decide for them to. You will be trained here as sex toys, and then you will be sold, making a great deal of money for me in the process. You may not see any justice in all of that, but that is of no concern to me whatsoever. There are far too many people in this world who live lives oblivious to the realities of this world, and I have simply liberated you from those ignorant masses. Now you both know what can happen, but you have yet to find out how painful that can be. We will continue your education in that area this evening."

With that the Doctor snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor in front of him. A and B rushed to the spot and fell to their knees. They had been frightened before, but now they were truly terrified.

"Get on the floor with them Radar," the Doctor snarled. "We shall continue your punishment with the training of these two," and Radar fell to his knees next to the twins. He knew this was going to be a horrible evening, and that reality was confirmed when he heard a low rumbling to his left. He knew what was happening without having to look, however, all of this was new to the twins who were struck dumb as a significant section of the wall to their left began to receed and revealed what could only be described as a torture chamber. There were several X shaped crosses along the walls, with a wide assortment of exotic and painful looking gear placed around, seemingly everywhere. However, what caught the twins immediate attention was a device that looked like a modified gymnist's pommel horse. It stood in the center of the space and had two massive dildos strapped to it, and standing almost straight up from its upper surface. Its use seemed obvious, but regardless now, the twins were hoping that they were wrong.

"Crawl to the horse bitches," the Doctor snarled as he kicked B on the side, driving him to the floor from the force of it. All three of the slaves began to crawl on all fours toward the pommel horse, terrified, but knowing there was no escape from whatever the Doctor had planned for them.

"A, B, get in standing present position in front of the horse," barked the Doctor. As the two took up the specified position they heard a mechanical hum above them. A bar with chains and broad leather straps was being lowered from the ceiling above. When the straps seemed low enough the twins noticed the Doctor press a button on a control that they had not seen in the Doctor's hand. The bar above them stopped.

"Radar, strap'em in," the Doctor said in a tone that indicated he'd said it many times, and Radar jumped to run the leather straps under the shoulders of the twins, and then fastening them back above them. The twins now stood with heavy leather straps running tightly under their armpits.

"Those straps will hold you two cunts in place and take all your weight. Radar, get their legs up," and with that Radar got in front of A and began to lift A's right leg by holding him under his knee. It was a most awkward position for A, but A soon realized as Radar lifted his leg and then brought A's right hand and placed it in the crook of his knee, that he was to hold his leg up in that position. As soon as A had his right leg secure in that position, Radar proceeded to pull A's left leg out from under him. All of A's weight was now being supported by the leather straps under his armpits, and Radar smoothly placed A's left hand under A's left knee. A was now hanging from the leather straps, holding both legs up in an extremely awkward and uncomfortable position, with his butt now the lowest part of his body. The purpose of the contraption was now perfectly clear as Radar moved to B and repeated the process. The twins were now hanging from the straps, holding their own legs up so that their asses were now vulnerable to the dildos on the pommel. It was an ingenious set up, and obviously the product of a seriously sadistic mind.

"Actually, as we begin our time together this evening, I wanted each of you to understand again, that I will do anything I want with you, and that there is nothing either of you can do about it. In fact, you will both help, because it is each of your responsibility to make sure you hold your legs up like that until I tell you otherwise. The brother that lets one of his legs fall is condemning his twin to a severe punishment. Oh, don't worry, each of you will be in a great deal of pain before we are finished together, but always remember this, I can always.......always......make it worse for you, so you had better try to please me. Do both of you bitches understand that?"

"Yes Master," A and B quickly and obediently responded, knowing that he was right. He could always make it worse.

"Now here's the way this little contest is played. In a moment, I'm going to raise you both up over the dildos. Radar will place both of you onto each dildo, and then I will decide how far down you will go. Then I will raise you up, and maybe I'll then decide to lower you again. In fact, I'd say the chances of this maching getting a pretty good work are excellent," the Doctor chuckled in a humorless way. "As this is happening, since both of your hands are now busy holding up your legs, Radar will be making sure each of you stays hard. In fact, he's going to make very sure. He's going to be playing with each of you simultaneously. His job is to make each of you cum, but here's the catch. The one who cums first will condemn his brother to ten good strokes across his ass and back. That may not sound like much, but we're going to be here for awhile, and I think you'll discover the accumulative effect can be quite severe."

"So, without further ado, let's get started," the Doctor said with some anticipation in his voice as he pressed the button and raised the twins above the dildos. After the twins had been raised to the proper height, Radar moved each of them to position them with the dildo just penetrating their asshole. The twins had already been lubricated when they were being prepared, and fortunately there was a generous amount on the dildos as well, but since each one was over ten inches long and over eight inches in circumference, they were the largest objects to yet be inserted into either slave. The issue wasn't would they go in easily, the issue was that they were big enough to tear them apart. The Doctor was confident the slaves would not be damaged, but he also knew the pain would be incredible, at least he hoped it would.

The twins now fully understood why they had been attached to this contraption by this sadist. The simple fact was that now they were in the most vulnerable of positions, and their full weight would be lowered down on those immense dildos. There was absolutely nothing either could do to reduce the pressure on the dildos. They had to focus entirely on holding their legs up, which soon became a struggle, and to try to keep from cumming first. Each wanted to be the one punished for the other cumming first, but that was going to be very hard to accomplish as Radar began to expertly fondle them and began stroking their cocks.

"It's alright slaves to add a little sound to this production," the Doctor chimed as he began to lower the hapless twins down onto the enormous dildos. "Feel free to express yourselves and thank me for the games," he continued laughingly.

The twins needed little encouragement to "sing" for the Doctor as each of them began to scream in pain as their ass chutes were quickly filled to capacity by the games being played. They were kept at the same level by the bar as it was running parallel to the horse, and each was about a third of the way down the latex cocks as the Doctor halted the downward movement. They each continued to scream in agony by the invasion of such a sizable object. Neither had ever felt anything like it, and that was saying something, even after only two weeks in the compound. Then they both felt themselves being raised again, but it was only momentary. In fact, the Doctor only raised them so he could have the fun of lowering them again immediately. The tears and screaming were almost a constant now.

Radar worked as effeciently as he could, hoping if he could quickly bring one of the slaves to climax, that the Doctor would stop for awhile. He knew there was an excellent chance the Doctor would simply keep on going, but it was all he could do for these poor bastards.

"Shoot," Benito screamed at his brother as both of them were lowered again onto the giant dildos, filling them again beyond anything they had ever known, "shoot," he cried again.

"You shoot," Benjamin cried with equal passion, determined to keep his brother from the punishment awaiting the one that was able to hold his climax. But both of them continued to scream and tears streaked down their faces as the Doctor brought them over halfway down the monster cocks before stopping and raising them again.

"Por favor," Benito screamed, "shoot, es okay, SHOOT," he cried as again they began their joint journey downward and felt themselves being torn open again. This time the Doctor brought them down to about three quarters down the cocks, then stopped again and raised them up. Then he began a series of short jerky movements which dropped them a couple of inches, only to then immediately raise them back up, and be dropped again. It was Hell, as each screamed in agony from what was being done to their asses.

Both of them continued to scream to the other to shoot, but each was determined to hold out and protect his brother. Radar knew that neither of them would last much longer, as they were plunged downward until their ass cheeks pressed hard against the leathery top of the horse holding the dildos. The screaming was louder and continuous now. The doctor was raising the twins till the dildos almost popped out, but as soon as they got in that position, thinking there might be a few seconds of relief, they were plunged down all the way, hitting the top of the horse. Each time it happened the dildos were forced into them by the full weight of their bodies. At one point, B, Benjamin, almost let go of his left leg, but he caught himself and struggled to get his hand back under his knee.

Each of their own cocks were swollen and hard as steel rods, jutting up from their groins. Pre-cum was beginning to ooze out continuosly and mixed with the lubricant Radar had used to heighten the effects of his stroking. Neither of the slaves had ever felt their cocks so big and hard before, even in the midst of excruciating pain, and the constant stroking of Radar as he also played with the glans at the base of the cock heads, was becoming unbearable. The twins found themselves in that place of agony and ecstacy at the same time. They'd certainly never experienced anything like it, and it was made even worse as each prolonged it by trying to outlast the other.

Then Radar noticed that A's ball sac was beginning to contract the slightest bit, and he suspected that A was about to shoot.

"Shoot, hermano, shoot," screamed A at his brother, but all his brother yelled at him in response was, "You shoot, shoot now......shoot!" Both brothers were holding off the churning feeling of climax that was building up in them. Their bodies screamed for release, but they only responded by screaming at each other to shoot their loads. The Doctor was getting harder just watching this little drama, and knowing that it was going to go much further than either of these beautiful boys would have dreamed.

As the twins continued to struggle to hold their loads within their ball sacs and to scream to the other to release, A suddenly started shooting cord after cord of rich thick cum. It burst forth from his cock as he yelled, "NO!.........NO!" Tears began to flow as he realized that he had condemned his brother to more pain, but he continued to shoot and kept yelling, "NO!" He couldn't believe his brother had been stronger than him, but not by much as he also began to shoot magnificent cords of cum into the air, even hitting Radar in the face and on the chest.

Well, thought the Doctor, the games will continue, as he said, "So, B is to be punished because his brother loves to enjoy his ejaculations.......is that about it A? Did you enjoy shooting your load, knowing your brother would be punished for it?"

"Please Master, please, punish me, Master, punish me," A begged, but it was a waste of breath.

"Shut up bitch, you need to begin to understand what a rhetorical question is, because you're now speaking without permission. Which means I'm adding ten strokes to the ten strokes your brother was already getting because you enjoy pleasuring yourself so much........would you like to go for another ten bitch," the Doctor asked as he glared into the guilt ridden face of A. A just lowered his head, as he continued to hold his legs up with his ass half way down the huge dildo.

"Now Radar, as I make a little adjustment you can put B into position to receive the punishment his brother has earned for him," and with that the Doctor punched some buttons on the remote control causing the bar holding the twins to move at an angle, which in turned caused A to go all the way down on the dildo that had been partly rammed up his cunt, and causing B, at the other end of the bar, to be raised completely off. A screamed out in pain as his body weight pushed him all the way down on the dildo causing it to feel like it was tearing him in two.

As soon as B was off the dildo, Radar grabbed him by his balls and stiff armed him so that B was swung back on the bar. Now as B continued to hold his legs, because he had not been given permission to release them, his body was swung into a position that exposed his back, ass and lower thighs. B had heard he was going to receive strokes, and he watched as the Doctor took a switch from the wall and walked behind him. He couldn't really see the Doctor, but B could hear the switch swishing as it was being whipped swiftly through the air. Twenty, he thought to himself, and began to cry.

B screamed in pain as he felt a line of fire laid across his back. He'd hardly heard it coming. It was so fast, and so incredibly painful, all he could do was scream out. Then he felt another streak of fire on the back of his thighs and screamed again. He'd never felt anything like it. He almost let go of his legs in this awkward position because of the pain, when the Doctor yelled at him, "You let go of those legs bitch, and we add another ten strokes," and as soon as the Doctor had said that, there was another stripe of fire across his ass cheeks. Again, B screamed in agony, but he held his legs. A was sobbing as he whispered to his brother, "Lo siento, hermano, lo siento."

As the lashes continued, B was almost incohernet from the pain, but he managed somehow to take the twenty strokes. Viciously red welts had appeared along his back, ass cheeks and back thighs, but the Doc knew they'd be gone in a couple of weeks. But right now, they were lines of fire that would cause intense pain for hours to come.

As the Doctor finished B's punishment he had Radar move him back to his place over the dildo, and settle B's ravaged ass over the tip of it. Then with a few punches, A was raised up off the massive dildo he had been impaled on, and both brothers found themselves, once again, resting on the tips of those sources of pain.

"That was a delightful first round, don't you think," the Doctor asked brightly. He was really enjoying this, and he'd needed a diversion like this to really relax. "But I think that A is feeling really bad about what he caused to happen to his brother, and wants a chance to redeem himself. So I think a second round is in order, what do you say, and that's not a rhetorical question bitches........what do you say?"

"Yes, please," the brothers said almost simultaneously, "please Master, another round." It was of course, the last thing either of the brothers wanted, but they also knew that the Doctor wanted them to join into their debasement, and hoped it would be less painful for them if they did.

"Excellent," the Doctor chimed in, "but I think it needs to be a little more challenging," and with that his expression changed almost entirely as he growled the word, "Radar!"

Radar already knew what he was to do, and he moved quickly, fastening bungee type cords around the ball sac of each twin. After the cords were secure he suspended a five pound weight from it so that each brother had the weight hanging from his balls. Hell had just become even worse, they hadn't realized it was possible.......but it was. Each brother groaned from the pain of the weights stretching their balls till they were almost forced from their scrotums.

"Radar, are you ready to proceed," the Doctor asked?

"Yes Master," Radar responded, knowing that even this would not be the last round for these unfortunate boys, but there was nothing he could do except obey his Master.

And so it began again. Each twin was in undescribable agony. The pain from the massive dildos being driven into their asses, the burning from the lashings each had received, the weights pulling their balls, and then for the third round weights added to their nipples. At one point, B was unable to keep hold of his left leg and it dropped from his hand. The Doctor screamed at him, and he received an additional fifteen strokes at the end of that round. That was when Radar was holding them both up by their pain drenched balls while the Doctor was giving both of them lashes at the same time. The backs, ass cheeks and thighs of both twins were scarlet by now as the welts overlapped each other. They were on fire with pain.

Finally, finally, they were lifted off the dildos, allowed to release their legs and were lowered to the floor. When Radar released the leather straps that had been holding them to the bar, both twins fell to the floor. They tried to comfort each other, but it was too painful to even touch the other anywhere. Both their bodies were on fire, and the fire seemed to eminate from everywhere on their bodies. Neither had ever experienced pain like this before........hell, neither of them had ever dreamed anyone could feel this much pain. They were close to loosing consciousness, and the Doctor knew this was the time to drive the point home.

"Listen to me slaves," he said in a firm, low voice, causing the twins to look up at him. "You two are slaves, and nothing, nothing will ever change that. I've just shown you that I can literally do anything I want to either of you, anytime I want. I train sex toys here, and the people that come here to buy my product want to be sure that they are getting beautiful, compliant sex slaves that will do anything they are told, and to whom they can do anything they want. These people are not looking for another gardener, or butler, or cook. They are looking for something that they can never get from an employee. They want, they demand, total control of another human being........they require a slave. Do both of you understand what I'm saying......esclavos!"

The twins English had been steadily improving because Trainer was making sure of that. No one wanted a slave that didn't understand what was being said to them, and each of the twins understood what the Doctor was saying. Understanding was like riping their souls out, but they understood.

"Yes Master, we understand," each responded.

"I've kept you together out of the kindness of my heart," the Doctor stated, and Radar was glad for the first time in his life that he was unable to make a sound because he would have laughed out loud. He knew there was no kindness in this man's heart, or anyplace else for that matter.

"Now I want to be clear. If I hear Trainer, or any of the Bosses talking about either one of you not cooperating with your training completely, I'll have both of you back here on that horse in a matter of minutes. I want to see and hear about your complete cooperation with my staff. I want them to be bragging about how dedicated each of you is to becoming an excellent sex toy. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master," they eagerly responded........anything to avoid what had just happened to them, happening again.

"Now get over here and show me how eager you are to please me bitches, NOW!" he shouted.

And both of the boys scrambled from where they were, crawling on all fours to the Doctor's feet, and began kissing his feet and begging him for mercy, swearing their obedience to him forever, promising that they would be good sex toys.

"So, you'll be good sex slaves huh, okay, let's see how you do then. B, get your sorry mouth around your brother's cock and get him hard. A, as soon as you're hard, pull that cock out of B's mouth and cram it doggie style into his ass.......NOW GET TO IT, BOTH OF YOU!" the Doctor shouted.

B moved quickly to get his mouth around A's cock, and A winced in pain, as each of them had just been beaten off by Radar five times in rapid succession. The last two took much longer to bring them to climax because of the pain and the rapidity of shooting consecutive loads for their sadistic Master. Now their cocks were both raw from use, but that was unimportant to the Doctor. However, the real pain started when A mounted his brother and made contact with the welts all over his ass, thighs and back. B screamed in pain again, but A continued to fuck his brother, knowing it would be worse for them both if the Doctor's orders were not followed completely. A felt horrible about the pain he was causing his brother, but it wasn't too long until he was feeling it himself because the Doctor had B fuck him right after A was finished.

The twins were miserable and completely defeated. This little time with the Doctor had gone very well as far as the Doctor was concerned, but it wasn't over yet. He knew enough to keep driving the point home. He never wanted either of these twins to ever give another thought to their freedom. He wanted them focused completely on their lives as slaves and sex toys, because that was worth a fortune to him. He hadn't come this far by caring one iota about anything but his clients, their needs and desires, and his own desire for wealth and power. These two beautiful boys were just one more step to those goals, and otherwise, meant nothing to him.

"Murphy," the Doctor called out, and Murphy was there almost instantaneously, "please supervise Radar as he gets the slaves ready to bed down for the night. They both need to piss and shit, and he has an ointment to apply. Bring them to my bedroom when he's finished with them, then you can go."

"Yes Sir, Doctor, I'll take care of everything," Murphy replied respectfully.

And with that the Doctor retired to his bedroom and Radar led the slaves to the corner of the hidden room where there was a covered shit bucket like the cells had, and a hose attached to the wall. Radar knew what was needed to be done and Murphy just watched as he readied the slaves.

First, Radar moved A to a kneeling position before his brother, then rested B's cock in A's opened mouth on his lower lip. He nodded to B, who had done this enough to know what was being required of him. He settled in, waiting only a few seconds, then released his load of piss in his brother's mouth. None of this was new to either of the twins. They had been using each other exclusively as toilets since they had arrived. Another one of the Doctor's special orders.

When B finished the twins changed places and it was his turn to be the toilet. The brother's hated this, but what difference did that make to anyone. After A finished pissing his load down his brother's throat, Radar stepped up to add his. He knew the Doctor had meant for him to prepare himself as well.

What Radar did next confused the twins a little, but even without words, they soon understood what was being required of them. Radar moved the shit bucket over, but when A made a move to use it, Radar stopped him. He indicated that A was to crouch down, with his feet spread wide apart, wrapping his forearms around his shins. It was an awkward position, but A assumed Radar was positioning him before sliding the bucket under his now fully exposed ass. However, instead of moving the shit bucket under A, Radar had B crouch down behind his brother and cup his hands under his asshole. It was clear that A was to shit into his brother's hands. The twins had begun to believe that nothing could shock them anymore in this insane place, but this simply stunned them. It took A awhile before he could move his bowels in this position, let alone drop his load into his brother's waiting hands, but eventually B was holding his brother's shit in his hands. It had been a big load, and now there were two turds curled into his hands. B had had to move his hands the way you have to move a cone under a soft ice cream dispenser in order to keep the ice cream from falling over the edge, but he had successfully caught all of his brother's shit. He didn't want to think what would happen to them if he had been unsuccessful.

When A finished with his dump, B was moved into the same position. The only difference was that he was required to hold his brother's shit in his hands as his brother waited patiently with his hands at his asshole. They didn't think they could get much lower than this, but they knew if there was a way, it would be found in this compound. Again, after a bit of time and a little manual maneuvering, A was holding a full load of his brother's shit in both hands.

While this had been going on, Radar had squatted over the shit bucket and taken his own dump. Once both slaves had the other's shit in their hands he allowed them to carefully place the shit in the shit bucket. Murphy had enjoyed the little show, but was just as glad when the lid was put on the bucket, as it was beginning to smell in the corner.

Now that all the slaves had pissed and shit, Radar directed the twins to the corner near the hose. When they got over to it, the twins realized that there was also an open drain in the floor. Radar turned the hose on, cold water of course, and sprayed the twins down, including himself in the dousing. He then handed A a bar of coarse soap and indicated that he should begin to wash his brother. Again, there was nothing new about this part of the process. A made sure he scrubbed his brother everywhere, including is now dirty asshole, and when he was finished Radar had B bend over and without any indication of what was going to happen, stuck the working end of the hose into B's hole. The cold water startled B, but he knew better than to protest or resist the enema. It too had become routine, but now quite like this. Radar pulled the hose out, but indicated to B that he was to hold the water until given permission to release. B was then required to begin scrubbing A down as thoroughly has had been done for him. Again, after he finished it was A who was bent over and invaded with the hose. While he was being filled, Radar indicated that B should squat over the drain and release his dirty water.

After B had done so, Radar gave him the bar of soap and indicated that he was to wash him now. In fact, both of the brothers helped to wash Radar, and while A was squating over the drain, Radar filled himself up with the hose. In about thirty minutes and three douches each, the slaves were finished cleaning and almost ready to be taken into the Doctor's bed chamber. However, Radar still had one task left. He dreaded it, but he knew there was no getting around it. He positioned the twins facing the back wall, with their feet spread and their hands flat palmed against the wall. Then he scooped some of the special ointment the Doctor had made for using in cases like this. Radar knew the ointment would help prevent any scarring from the beating, but it would do nothing to reduce the burning. In fact, because of the salt in the ointment which would help reduce the scarring, the pain was about to be intensified, but he had no choice. He indicated with some firmness that the twins were to hold their positions, then he began to apply some of the salve on B's back.

Within seconds of feeling the ointment on his back, B was screaming in pain again. The lash fire in the lash marks that had begun to subside a bit, was being reignited. In fact, it felt worse than before. B screamed again, then jerked around knocking Radar's hands off his body. Murphy reacted almost immediately and both twins fell to their knees screaming and pulling at the collars at their necks. The pain was everywhere for them now, but it was their necks that felt like they were wrapped in fire. The begged for Murphy to stop the assault, but Murphy wanted to make sure he had their attention. A slave moving from an assigned position was a major offense, and they both needed to learn to never do anything like that again.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was more like two minutes of pure hell, the fire around their necks dissolved. The twins were on the floor, holding each other and weeping loudly.......weeping for the pain they had endured all day, for the lives that had been ripped from them, for the family that they would probably never see again, for the future of pain, humiliation and servitude that stretched before them........for all of it. They wept.

Murphy decided he'd heard enough and yelled at them, "Now get back in position and let this slave finish doing what he was told to do, and any more resistance of any kind, and you will both be sorry you were ever born. Of course the truth at this point was that the twins were already sorry they had been born, but all they did was move as quickly as they could to their former positions in front of the wall. They could tell, by the way Radar was hanging his head, that he regretted what he had to do, but they also knew he had no more choice in this than they did. Each of them braced themselves for the pain they were about to endure, but even that didn't help very much. In a couple of minutes they were both screaming in agony as the salve worked to prevent scarring by seemingly burning the lash marks closed. It took another half hour before they were able to push themselves off the wall to present themselves again to the devil in his lair.

As the three slaves were led into the Doctor's bedroom by Murphy, the Doctor told Radar to get the twins set up at the foot of his bed, then thanked Murphy and sent him on his way. Radar quickly got the twins tied together in a 69 position, but as usual the Doctor had devised a hellish twist. Each twin, while tied with his head in front of his brother's cock, still had one free hand. It wasn't like they would get away because a thick foot bracelet was attached to each brother, preventing them from moving more than a few inches in any direction. However, a cup was placed near each twin's head, and surprisingly a sizable dildo was placed in their free hand. Then each of them felt Radar squeezing some lube into their ass chutes. Both wondered what new torment the Doctor had dreamed up, and they didn't have long to wait to find out.

As the Doctor looked down at his twins he was again struck with their sheer physical beauty. Having them tied together like this, even with the red welts covering their backsides, only emphasized their good looks. He thought briefly that maybe this would be one of the positions he would use in marketing them, but that was for a later time.

As Radar finished lubing up the twins, the Doctor growled at him, "Be sure and get some of that up your own ass cunt, then get in my bed and get ready to please me." Radar moved quickly, squeezing some lube up his own ass, then moving onto his Master's bed and assuming one of his favorite positions, then began to wait patiently for whatever the Doctor chose to do to him.

"Now listen to me you bitches because you're going to spend as much time as you want this evening and tonight playing a game. However, if you make too much noise and disturb me, I'll have Radar come down here and thrash both of you with the same switch I used on you earlier. Do either of you want to resume that," he asked.

"No Master, please, no, we'll be quite Master," the twins replied desperately.

"Now this is how this game is played. Each of you will begin sucking cum out of your brother. Any cum you suck out you will deposit in the cup next to your head. The one that sucks the most cum out of his brother will be the winner, and will be the only one punished in the morning. The losing brother will not be punished. To add to the fun each of you has a dildo that you can use on your brother to encourage him to cum more. Remember, the one that sucks more cum out of his brother than his brother sucks out of him, is the winner, and will be the only one punished in the morning. Do you wet backs understand," the Doctor growled at them.

"Yes Master, yes, thank you Master," the twins replied.

"Then get started you bitches. You can suck for as long as you like. Radar will pick up the cups at eight o'clock in the morning, and may the best sucker win," he chuckled briefly, then growled again, "and remember, I don't want to hear a lot of moaning and groaning, keep it quiet bitches."

With that, the Doctor retired to his bed. The Doctor may not want them to make any noise, but he felt no such constraint as he took his personal sex slave. Both of the twins were struck with the savagery of the sounds. They could hear the Doctor grunting from exertion, and the constant sound of a hand savagely slapping against flesh. They knew who was being slapped, and who was receiving the savage thrusts they could hear being made by one of the bodies. It was eerie to hear no sound from Radar with all the violence that seemed to be occuring.

However, the twins soon stopped paying much attention to the bed next to them as each began to try to make his brother shoot his load into his mouth. It was a daunting task. Each of their cocks was soar from the abuse each had received earlier in the evening, and each of them had already cum half a dozen times this evening. But, each was determined that he would keep his brother from being punished by sucking more cum out of him, than he allowed his brother to suck from him. Neither really had time to stop and think about the beauty and the insanity of the game they were playing. All each wanted to do was protect the other as much as he could.

Each began to ram the dildo he held in and out of his brother's vulnerable and sore ass. Each began to suck his brother as earnestly as he could. Each could feel the pleasure that was being provided by his brother, but each resisted it as much as he could, for to give in to it, to enjoy it would mean that his brother would pay a painful price. So each worked as hard as he could to make his brother cum, while each resisted with every fiber succumbing to his brother's ministrations. Unfortunately, each was also doomed to failure in this game, as each would finally lose the battle at some point, and flood his brother's mouth with hot cum. Each time it happened, the brother that had finally released his load would renew his efforts to make sure he sucked more cum out of his brother than he did out of him.

The brothers were condemned to a night of hell by the love they had for each other, and the Doctor found himself chuckling as he could hear the soft noises of each of them trying to protect the other by desperately stimulating the other to cum as much as possible. Damn, he was good, he thought to himself, this is really beautiful, and after a satisfying fuck of his slave and cuffing Radar's hands behind him, he drifted into sleep, as Radar wept silently next to him.

Part 3

(109 Put With 115 For the Night)

About the time the twins and Radar were being led into the shower in the Doctor's rooms, Trainer had made arrangements for 109 to be bedded with 115 for the night. Trainer occassionally used the method of breaking down a slave by the use of another slave. In this instance, Trainer had so broken 109, and 109 was so accepting of his slavery, that he'd become a good tool to use in the breaking of other slaves as well. 115 was about to become another victim of this methodology.

115 was on his knees by the door to his cell, waiting, as Martin opened the door with 109 standing near him. Martin was in a leather harness that accentuated his muscular physique, but otherwise was naked. The Bosses sometimes dressed that way because it made it more convenient to fuck the slaves or use them orally, and Martin was planning on that this evening as he'd selected 116 for his evening's entertainment. However, there was nothing wrong with a little warm up with these two bitches as he was on his way to pick 116 up. Afterall, what was 116 going to do if another slave's spit was already on his cock or ass.......complain......he laughed to himself at the thought of it.

As Martin walked to the center of 115's cell he barked, "You two slaves get to servicing me, NOW!"

115 and 109 lept in response to the order. 109 because he now saw himself as a pleasure slave and wanted to serve the Master in control of him, and 115 because he didn't want Martin to hurt him before he left the cell. Two very different reasons leading to the same result. What Trainer wanted was for both slaves to jump for the reason 109 did.

As Martin stood with his legs slightly spread, 115 went to work on his cock and balls. He was careful to kiss each ball, then kiss and gently lick the piss slit of Martin's cock before he dared to start licking his balls or thought of putting the cock in his mouth. However, once the preliminaries were over he began to soak Martin's balls with his tongue, taking each of them carefully into his mouth and moaning a little. He'd learned when a slave moans with his Master's balls in his mouth it creates a slight vibration that delights the balls and the Master. Before 115 moved on to service Martin's cock, he carefully worked both of Martin's balls into his mouth, knowing that when he started really moaning the balls would vibrate against each other. As he did that Martin gave a slight groan of pleasure.

Of course 109 was trying to do his part by working Martin's asshole as hard as he could. He'd learned that if a slave made love to his Master's asshole it almost always excited the Master. For 109 that meant pushing his tongue as deep into Martin's hole as he could push it, while only pulling it out long enough to run it around the rippled muscle surrounding the hole, and then driving it back in as lusciously as he possibly could. As for Martin, he had been looking forward to taking 116 for the evening, but found himself sorry that he wasn't going to spend the entire evening with these two slaves pleasuring him. They were remarkable, but Trainer had been clear. 109 was to have his cock in 115's cunt for the entire night, so he had to get beyond this pleasure. Besides, 116 should prove to be quite pleasurable this evening, he thought to himself, or else he would feel Martin's displeasure in a severely painful way.

"Okay, you two faggots will have to find another way to get your rocks off, than using me for your pleasure," Martin scoffed at the two slaves. "115 get on your knees beside your pallet, and get ready to suck 109's rocks off. 109, you stand in front of 115 until I give you permission to use him," and both slaves responded quickly to Martin's order.

"109, Trainer has been pleased with the progress you have made in the last few weeks, and this night is your reward. Besides, it important for a slave to be able to do whatever his Master requires of him, including fucking. So, you will sleep with your cock rammed into this cunt for the whole night. Trainer said to have him make you cum in his mouth first, then have him hold the cum there while you get ready to fuck him. Use the cum to lubricate the cunt for your pleasure, then spend the rest of the night fucking him. You are to cum in him at least six times before morning. Do you understand 109?"

"Yes Boss, I understand," 109 promptly responded.

"And 115, you are to obey 109 as you would an alpha slave. Tonight his word is all that counts for you in this cell. It's important you learn to pleasure anyone your Master may put you with, that includes other slaves. Now take 109 all the way down your throat cunt, and pleasure him. But make sure he shoots his full load in your mouth cunt. NOW BITCH!!" Martin shouted at 115.

In only a couple of minutes Martin was gone and 115 and 109 were left in the cell. They knew there were cameras there, and that they were probably on. Some of the other slaves that had been bedded in their cells also looked at them. Sometimes there would be a little general conversation among the slaves, unless they had been ordered to remain silent, but none of them would speak to either 115 or 109 this evening because they were fulfilling the orders of Trainer. However, that didn't mean there wouldn't be any conversation in 115's cell that night. In fact, quite the contrary would be true.

"Get your mouth around my cock slave," 109 whispered gently but firmly to 115, who, upon receiving a command like that knew enough to respond immediately. However, he looked up for just a moment and gazed into 109's eyes. For just that moment they looked steadily at each other. Then 115 surprised 109 a little by first kissing each of his balls, then kissing and licking his piss slit before taking his full ten inches into his mouth. 115 was treating him as a Master, not simply as another slave. 109 was pleased and thought to himself that this was a good beginning. He wasn't sure why 115 had acted that way, but he was hopeful it would make his task easier.

115 was still learning how to deep throat a cock properly, but he knew enough to try and relax his gag reflex to take the cock in. He also knew that it was easier moving his head back and forth than having the cock rammed in and out of his throat. He was grateful that 109 was standing there letting him service him, rather than simply face fucking him. 115 had discovered that if he could get a rhythm going his throat adjusted to the task better, and he was hoping that would be true now, as 109 had one of the largest cocks in the compound. He suspected that was one of the reasons that Trainer had assigned 109 this task.

"That's right slave, take it all, work your throat muscles around it when you feel it go down. As you take it in, try to swallow it also, that will help taking it, and it stimulates the cock at the same time. Are you a little worried about me fucking you slave?"

115 paused in his sucking but was careful to keep the cock in his mouth and looked up into 109's eyes again. How had he realized that he was afraid of that happening, and was thinking about it? He nodded to 109 indicating that yes, he was worried about being fucked by him.

"That's where you need to start learning slave," he gently said. "What you should be focusing on is giving my cock pleasure. In fact, that's all you should be thinking about right now. Not anything else. But if you're worried about something that may or may not happen, but obviously isn't happening right now, you are stealing your attention to your Master's cock and placing it on yourself. There is absolutely nothing you can do about what your Master may or may not do to you in a few minutes, a few hours, a few days, or whenever. Is there slave?"

115 thought about what 109 had said, and it was true. He had been thinking about something that was probably going to happen because Trainer had ordered it, but there was nothing he could do about it one way or the other, and thinking about it now was only distracting him from pleasuring 109 properly. There was a terrible logic to what he was saying, but 115 found himself resisting some of it.

"You may think I'm here as a reward for my behavior, and in a way I guess that's true, but that's not the primary reason I'm here slave. Mr. Trainer thinks its time for you to move further into your new reality, and I'm supposed to help that happen. Yes, I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to fuck you for awhile. But I'm not here to fuck you simply for my pleasure. I'm here to fuck you until you also are enjoying it. I'm not going to fuck you till it hurts........I'm going to fuck you till it feels good. It's time slave, now get ready for a nice load of cum in your mouth, but be sure not to swallow any of it........we're going to need it.......all of it.

With that 109 gave himself to the pleasure of having someone work his cock down a warm, moist throat, and within a few minutes was shooting his sizeable, creamy load of jism into 115's waiting mouth. Then he told him, "Get up on that pallet slave, on your stomach, spread your legs and lift your cunt into the air a bit, inviting me to that warm, pleasant hole you carry there for others to use. Tonight, it's mine.

115 moved into position, and 109 moved onto his back and simply enjoyed the feel of warm flesh beneath his own. For the first time in a long time he was being given permission to literally enjoy himself as he carried out Trainer's instructions. He moved his hands along the sides of 115's muscular form, even reaching under his chest a bit to grab his nipples. 115 immediately raised his chest a bit, giving 109 better access to his nipples. Trainer would be pleased to know that he had learned some of his lessons well, 115 perversely thought to himself, and 115 would have been surprised to know that those were Trainer's exact thoughts as he watched the proceedings on a monitor in his quarters.

So far Trainer was pleased with everything he'd seen, and was about ready to turn it off and focus on the beautiful body of 113 that was kneeling beside his bed. 113 however, wasn't paying much attention to the activity of the screen, as his entire focus seemed to be on the fact that his body was about to ignite into flames. Trainer had rubbed something over most of his body, especially his nipples, cock and balls, and his cunt hole, and the longer the substance was on, the hotter it was getting. Of course, he wasn't really disturbing Trainer too much with his agony, as his arms were tied together by his forearms behind his back, and he was choking on a cock gag jammed into his mouth. Finally, the squirming agony of the slave next to him drew more of Trainer's attention than the discomfort of the slave on the screen. As he turned the monitor off, he calmly looked at 113 and asked, "Now, do I have your complete attention cunt," and 113 responded by shaking his head fiercely up and down, actually shaking some of the falling tears off his cheeks, making Trainer chuckle, "because we have all night to get it, if that's what it takes." With that Trainer stopped chuckling and looked fiercely into 113's eyes, and 113 knew with a certain dread, no matter how much he hurt right now, he was going to hurt a great deal more before the night was over.

Back in 115's cell, 109 reached around sticking two of his fingers into 115's mouth, and getting a good coating of his cum on his fingers. Then he lifted up a bit so he could run his fingers between 115's ass cheeks, getting the area around the hole nice and slick. Again, he reached into 115's mouth for a bit more and then inserted his fingers into 115's cunt. As he did this he asked 115, "Had you been fucked before you got here slave?" 115 couldn't very well answer with his mouth still full of cum that was being kept warm until it was needed for later fuckings, so he shook his head no.

"Ahh, a virgin, but surely you knew about BDSM at some level in society," 109 asked as he began settling in on top of 115. "Surely you knew that there were those in the world who would love to do to you what I'm about to," he whispered into 115's ear as he pressed his steel like cock to the edge of 115's door. "Surely, you weren't so naive as to think no one wanted to do this," he said with a little more urgency as his cock started sliding into 115's asschute. 115 moaned from the pain of the invasion and steadied himself for what he knew was to follow, the rapid succession of rams that would split him open, only it didn't happen. 109 slipped his cock deep into 115's cunt, all the way in, and then settled on top of him and let him feel himself speared by a man. He was also giving 115 time to adjust to having a huge cock inside him. As 115 continued to wait for the hard fucking he knew was coming his way, he began to do something he hadn't expected at all, with a little time.......he began to relax. 109 could feel the tension beginning to slowly melt in the slave beneath him. He understood what 115 was expecting, but that wasn't what he was going to get.

As 115 continued to relax, 109 began to very slowly move his cock in and out of 115's ass. At first 115 was aware of the pain caused by the movement, but quickly became accustomed to it, in fact, it began not to hurt so much at all. Then, without being able to put his finger on exactly when, it actually began to feel good as 109 slowly, methodically fucked him. To date, no one had done it with any care or feeling, they just fucked him as hard as they could. But that wasn't happening now, and it felt different. It felt good as that solid dick rubbed slowly against his prostate. It had never felt like this before......it felt......good??

Even as 109 began to increase his pace, he did it smoothly, caringly. He even kissed the back of 115's neck. He was determined that 115 would begin to realize that man sex like this was an opportunity to experience a whole new world of sensuality. Up to this point everything he had experienced had been fairly painful and violent, and 109 knew that he would have sex like that often. However, he also knew that as he had accepted his slavery, the sex had changed for him. Even when it was still violent and painful, there was a sensuality about it, a rawness that stimulated him like the former sex he had known never had. He began to realize that for him one of the differences was his desire now to please his Master. He hoped that 115 could develop that desire as well, but first, he wanted him to feel the sensuality of great sex between men.

As 115 began to moan with the movement of 109, it began to stimulate 109 more as well. He started pumping a little harder and a little faster. 115 could tell the difference right away, but he was actually ready for it. The feeling was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. It was erotic in ways he was unfamiliar with, and unexpectedly, he found himself getting hard. He could feel his cock being rubbed beneath his abdomen from the movement of 109. There were so many feelings and so many emotions all at once. It hadn't been like this before.......this was different........this was wonderful.

109 reached under 115's chest again and started playing with his nipples. Taking them firmly between his fingers and rolling them a little. The friction caused on his nipples was a new sensation. They weren't simply being squeezed, they were being manipulated, and he had the strangest sense of wanting to thrust his pelvis forward a bit as a result of what 109 was doing to them. Was this the connection between his cock and his nipples that Trainer had once told him he would begin to develop? What was going on??

109 wasn't encumbered by all these questions and sensations. The primary sensation he was feeling was the pleasure of having his cock slip in and out of this warm, moist cunt. He continued to fuck the slave at a steady pace, and again, as he began to feel that churning in his loins he found himself picking up speed. It was time to begin to fill this cunt with his seed, to take the present of this cunt that Trainer had made to him. It was time..........115 felt the cock inside him begin to swell........it was time.......the sensations around the head of 109's cock were driving him crazy........it was time.........from deep in his loins he began to feel the release........it was time........volley after volley of thick cords of cum began to shoot into 115's cunt. He actually thought he could feel the warmth of it as it spread within him, then he realized that wasn't the only warmth he was feeling.........his own cock had begun to shoot his cum between his abdomen and the thin pad on the pallet. When 109 was finished coating 115's gut with cum he lay still, taking deep breaths. 115 was trying to recover as well.........he had just had sex with a man......not been raped by a man........had sex with him. His mind was racing.

Only now did 115 realize how good he felt with 109 inside him. For the first time in a long time, lying in his own spunk, with more of it coating his insides, with even more waiting moist and warm in his mouth for later use, and with a man's cock rammed inside of him, he felt complete. For just a few moments the hell in which he existed was held at bay, and he was in a different place, a place he felt good in. He was scared and confused. This place was foriegn to him, and he didn't know if he should stay, if he could stay, but it felt so good. That's when he realized he was crying.

"Easy boi," 109 whispered into his ears, "it's alright, just be easy for a minute and listen to me. It's been hard for you, hell it's hard for all of us. It was terribly hard for me. I almost didn't make it. I was standing with a loaded shotgun in my mouth before I began to understand. There's nothing we can do about what's happening to us, or what will happen to us. The only thing we have any control over is how we choose to respond to it. We can fight it, we can resist it, we can protest it, and look for a way out. But all that will accomplish is to make us more frustrated, more miserable, and possibly kill us. However, there is another option. Instead of fighting what's happening to us, we can explore it. Find the ways within what we are being made not only to do, but to be, to save ourselves. To learn to be what they want, to do what they want, but to do it as a form of control over them. A control even they are unaware of. We may be slaves, but we can learn to make that our strength instead of our weakness.......not by fighting, but by submitting."

"I just used you for my pleasure, and I suspect you enjoyed it as well. I did it that way hoping you would enjoy it. I wanted you to experience enjoying it, but understand, I still used you for my pleasure. The trick is to learn to do that even when the one using you isn't trying to make it pleasurable for you. If you can find something in what is being done for someone else's pleasure, that you can take pleasure in, and focus on that, then you save a part of yourself. It won't change the world, but it will change your world. It goes from being a never ending hell to a place where there are moments that you too find pleasure, islands in a sea of pain where you can find a moment of peace, and isnt that a hell of a lot more than you've got now boi?"

"Learn to focus, not just on the pain that you feel, but on how you can use that pain to stimulate something within yourself. That's how we ride with the pain, and it takes us somewhere even our Masters don't get to go. As we get better at it we are able to find a bit of pleasure in what is happening to us, while our Masters are deriving the pleasure they get out of torturing us. I know this is hard to believe, but believe how good you feel right now, and believe that you have the ability to find that feeling places you never dreamed of. That's how we get out of here boi, and as we become the kind of slave that I'm talking about, we become much more desirable and much more valuable to the men that want to own us. And one thing I've learned boi, men generally take very good care of the things they value."

"I'm telling you this because I've learned it to be true for myself, and I think it's true for all of us. We're not going to escape, and no one's coming to rescue us. Hell no one even knows where we are. The men who have taken us are good at what they do, and we're not going to beat them at this, but we still have a way out of the hell they seem determined to put us in, and that way is in ourselves. They can't stop us. Think about it boi."

115 lay there, stunned by what he was hearing. Some of the thoughts he had already had, but he had never put it together the way 109 was. He had never found a logic that could run through it and offered him any hope, but here it was. It certainly wasn't what he had hoped for, but it was nonetheless, a viable option in a world where he had almost none.

"And you can start learning how to search for those places in the midst of experiencing pain right now boi, because I'm going to fuck you again. In fact, I'm going to fuck you as much as I can because this is my island of pleasure tonight. You're welcome to join me there boi, or you can set yourself adrift in that sea of pain again. The choice will be entirely your own. How does that feel by the way boi, having a choice? How often has that happend for you so far in this place? Maybe it's time you started noticing that it's actually happening all the time. You've just been ignoring it, by default you've chosen only the pain. Wake up boi, you may be a slave, but that doesn't mean you don't have any choices. I'm going to enjoy fucking you again......good and hard. Do you want to experience nothing but pain while I do, or would you like some of it to be pleasurable? It's your choice boi, you're going to get fucked either way."

"Now open that pretty mouth of yours so I can get a little more cum to make it more pleasurable for myself," 109 said as he reached around and stuck two of his fingers into 115's cum filled mouth, carefully getting his fingers covered in his cum before withdrawing them. As he pulled out of 115's ass, he lubricated himself with the cum. He wiped the excess still on his sticky fingers in 115's hair. "Now enjoy any of it or not bitch, some of it ought to feel good, but either way, here I come," and 109 pushed firmly back into 115's now moist cunt, filling him to capacity again. Unexpectedly, 115 found himself looking a little for that feeling of pleasure he'd just had a little while ago while he was being fucked. It was different now because 109 was pushing a little harder and faster, but he noticed that sometimes it felt good. He started focusing on that feeling........looking for it to come again, and again.

That was how the night went for 115. He'd been struggling with being able to accept his situation, as he began to realize that it was becoming more and more unlikely that it would change appreciably. He didn't know if he could live with the shame, the humiliation, the pain and frustration of being a sex toy for someone that actually owned him. As long as he had thought he might have a way out, and he had tried to keep that hope alive, he had endured, accepting things being done to him that had been unimaginable for him, but more and more he had come to realize that there was no hope of escape. He had watched as rich, powerful men had come into the compound and had seen him and the other slaves as objects of pleasure that they could own. He had seen, with 104, the extent those men would go to in order to make the slaves fit what they wanted. He had learned that there was nothing that the Doctor and Trainer wouldn't do to please these men with his body and the bodies of the other slaves. Whatever these men wanted they would have, and the emotional, psychological, physical, or just plain human cost to the slaves was irrelevant. He was an object, whose sole function was to provide pleasure to another man, and that man not of his choosing, in fact, with no choice at all on his part. He wasn't sure he wanted to survive for such a life.

Yet now, 109 was telling him that he did in fact still have a choice. He just wasn't sure it was much of one, but during the times that evening when 109 would rest on top of him regaining his strength for his next fuck, he began to think about it. Even with the little training 109 was giving him, he was beginning to realize that he could manage his emotions and his response to what was happening to him more than he had thought. He figured with a little practice he could get much better at it, and he grimly thought to himself that he was in a perfect position to get more practice, and like a bolt of lighting on a dark night he realized that something had just changed for him. Even in this hell, he realized that he had just had a humorous thought, ironic, even satiric, but still a humorous thought, and he realized that this was the first time since he had been pushed into that limo that it had happened. He remembered that he had always been a pretty happy and humorous guy, but all of that had seemed to be lost on that fateful day. He knew it wasn't the entire answer for him, but he also knew it was part of the answer. He would find damn little funny about his life or the life of the other slaves, but his capacity to find anything at all was a strength he could use, and what he was learning from 109 was that it was time for him to garner his strengths if he wanted to survive.

Then, as 109 began to stir again on his back, he realized that he did still want to survive. He didn't understand that feeling entirely yet, but he knew it was real........he wanted to survive, and 109 was showing him a possible way.

"Damn bitch," 109 groaned as he felt himself stirring again, "you got one fine pussy back here," and he moved his fingers to dip into 115's mouth again for more warm cum. 115 felt 109's fingers in his mouth, knowing he didn't have to do anything, 109 ran those fingers over his tongue and on the roof of his mouth, getting as much of the cum as he could. Then he moved them out and 115 could feel him pull his long rigid cock almost all the way out of his ass. He felt the movement of 109's hand and fingers as it recoated his ass and 109's cock, then felt him rub the excess in his hair again. He knew 109 was going to be very hard with him this time......and he also knew he could take it. Oddly, he realized for the first time that 109 still actually felt good in him.

"Okay bitch, make daddy feel good," 109 growled as he began fucking 115 yet again.

There's a lot more coming guys. With all these characters the possibilities keep on coming, and there's some new characters on the way. Hope you enjoyed it..........let me know if you did.

Master Jake