I hope my readers are now getting the idea that I plan on this story being multifaceted. I've introduced a number of characters because I want to be able to create a number of radically different situations within the same story so we can all live with these characters for awhile. We are going to begin to keep up with several of the different characters and see where that may take us. I apologize for the use of numbers for so many of the characters, but hope that as you get to know them you will come to feel the number is indeed their name, until their slave name is chosen by their new Masters. As an aid I'm listing the characters here as a ready reference:
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.
The Doctor: 41yo, 6'1", 185, Anglo, well defined, short salt and pepper hair and blue eyes, sadist that has developed a way to profit from his sadism.
Trainer: 37yo, 6'4", 215, 10" uncut, Anglo/Latino, muscular but not bulky, dark hair and eyes, sadist that has worked for the Doctor for years running his training stable, hoping to become a partner.
Mr. Watts: 31yo, 5'11", 170, 7" cut, Anglo, athlectic build, dark hair and brown eyes, loves his job scouting for new slaves.
99: 22 yo, 5'8", 175, 6" cut, Anglo, muscular, dark hair and blue eyes, straight, captive for 6 months.
101: 21 yo, 6'4", 225, 12" uncut, Black, heavily musceled, black hair and brown eyes, straight, captive 5 1/2 months.
103: 23 yo, 6'2", 195, 8" uncut, Latino, tall slender and well defined, black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive just over 5 months.
104: 22 yo, 6'2", 190, 7" cut, Anglo, swimmer's build, brown hair and eyes, gay, captive just under 5 months.
105: 24 yo, 5'8", 165, 6" uncut, Iranian, slighter build but very well defined, black hair and eyes, straight, captive 4 1/2 months.
107: 19 yo, 5'9", 165, 8" uncut, Latino (Captured illegal), athletic build, brown hair and eyes, straight, captive 3 1/2 months.
109: 23 yo, 6'1", 190, 10" uncut, Black (Ebony), slightly muscular and well defined, straight, captive just over 2 months.
112: 21 yo, 6', 180, 9" cut, Anglo (darkly handsome features), athletic build and well defined with attractive body hair, straight, captive about 6 weeks.
113: 24 yo, 6', 190, 5" cut, Asian, slender but muscular build, black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive almost 1 month.
As always, I'm enjoying all the feedback and hope the story is both interesting and stimulating. Also continue to enjoy hearing from slaves looking for a Master, as I continue to look for another slave.
Disclaimer: The following is an original work of fiction that contains graphic depictions of sexual activities and erotic abuse between males. All characters are portrayed as being over 18 years of age, as you should be to read this. If you aren't, or if such material is offensive to you or illegal to read where you are, then stop reading now.
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Sex Toy Enslavement Chapter 5
Trainer's next move couldn't have surprised 109 more if he'd sprouted wings and started flying around the room. 109 saw Trainer look at him, and his expression actually softened a little as he came even closer to him. Trainer pressed his body next to 109's, brought his hand to the back of 109's head and to his complete surprise and total confusion, embraced him lovingly. 109 was used to being beaten, raped, humiliated, terrified, but he had never expected to be assaulted by a passionate embrace. He could feel himself losing his bearings as Trainer continued to hold him to himself, their bodies warm next to each other's, the sounds of their hearts in each other's ears, the feel of their skin against each other, the roughness of Trainer's stubble on his face rubbing against 109's cheek. And then, Trainer slowly pulled his head back just enough to look into 109's eyes, to gaze into them, barely a breath between them, then Trainer moved his lips to 109's and kissed him. 109 felt the heat of Trainer's mouth on his, he felt his own mouth being opened a little by Trainer's mouth as Trainer pushed his tongue inside that beautiful warm orifice, and continued to embrace 109, to love him, to conquer him completely.
109's mind was reeling, his emotions were all over the place. Only a moment ago he had had a shotgun in his mouth and was facing oblivion. Now this man was holding him......loving him, and it had been so long, so long since he had felt any compassion, any caring, any affection. So long since another person had comforted him and he had endured so much, craved this compassion so much, wanted to hold someone, to cry, to release the anger, the hate, to FEEL again, something other than pain and fear. 109 didn't understand what was happening within him, but at a primal level he began to respond to this embrace, he felt himself emerge from wherever he had been into a place that was completely new to him. His arms were still restrained on the arms of the cross, but his spirit was no longer so constrained, he began to kiss Trainer back with a passion he didn't realize he had. He had never kissed a man before like this, but it seemed an act beyond gender, he simply wanted to feel the passion of this person next to him. He didn't want to lose that, he responded in kind to Trainer, he continued to strain at his bonds to get closer.
Trainer noticed the shift in 109 almost immediately. He knew what he was putting 109 through emotionally, and 109's response was like a taste of fresh honey. A little longer, Trainer decided, bringing 109 even closer to himself and further down a road 109 had thought he would never travel. Trainer smiled within himself, knowing the pleasure he would have with this toy, and the money he would make off him. A moment longer Trainer decided, then we'll continue going places you never dreamed of boy, and all of them for my pleasure and my profit.
109 was completely lost in the moment. He had no idea where the passion, he was responding to Trainer with, was coming from. His sense of disorientation was complete, much like an out of body experience, but he was certainly not out of his body, which he continued to strain to get closer to Trainer. Then he noticed that even though he was straining even more, Trainer seemed to be further away. Trainer was withdrawing, moving back a little, leaving a void in 109's life, and even as nature abhors a vacuum, 109's body felt itself almost being pulled to be next to Trainer, to fill the emptiness between them with his own physicality. Yet Trainer continued to back away and 109 could not follow as much as he wanted to, their eyes still locked.
Finally, 109 felt his own beautiful body begin to relax a little, to rest itself against the cross he was strapped to, only to notice that his cock was pointing straight up, almost touching his abdomen, hard as steel. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt his cock truly throbing, aching to be satisfied, but he was feeling it now, and it only added to his confusion. What was happening to him?
Trainer, on the other hand, wasn't confused at all. He understood exactly what was happening to 109 since he was the one doing it to him. Now he was ready, and Trainer decided to take 109 to the next level. He moved a little further back and picked up two velcro straps off of a side table. Then he came back to 109 and went down on one knee. He quickly wrapped each piece of velcro strapping around 109's thighs. The straps were high on his thighs into his crotch. He then released 109's right arm from the cross and fastened that arm by its wrist to the velcro strap on the right thigh. Then he repeated the process on his left side, and finally released 109's legs from the cross. 109 was a bit wobbly, but Trainer helped him to move from the cross to another low platform near the opposite wall. !09 realized that he hadn't even noticed this platform before, so engaged had he been previously with what Trainer was doing with him.
Now he found himself being led to a most unusual platform. He couldn't imagine it's use, and that frightened him some, but he felt somehow different right now. His feelings toward Trainer were so confused right now. What had just happened, how could he have responded that way to this man, and yet his touch right now was like electricity. His arms were confined to his sides so there was no way he could resist Trainer, even without the ever present slave collar around his neck, but he didn't want to resist right now. He didn't have to be constrained right now, Trainer could have just commanded him and he knew he would have obeyed.........but why? Oh he realized he had no choice but to obey, but he also realized right now that he would have chosen to obey, and the fact was, a couple of hours ago, that might not have been the case. What was happening?
The platform that Trainer was leading him to was about a foot off the ground. It was wooden with indentations and a couple of holes, but the most unusual aspect was a canvas aparatus that stood out at a slight angle on it's surface. It was off center with two thick poles coming out of the top of the platform, again at a small angle. The canvas formed what appeared to be half of an elongated tube, with its ends wrapped around those poles, which secured the canvas in place. It's purpose was completely unkown to 109.
"Listen to me boi," Trainer said gently, and 109 found him himself listening intently. "I've devised this apparatus to help you hear something, but you'll still have to do your part to really hear what I have to say." 109 looked at Trainer with an expression of confusion, there was nothing about the apparatus which seemed designed for any auditory experience, there were no electronics or speakers or anything.
As Trainer stepped onto the platform and led 109 there as well, he told 109 to get on his knees just in front of the canvas structure. As 109 started to comply, he realized that there were smooth indentions in the wood for his knees to rest in. They were quite wide apart, but it was okay. Then Trainer gently began to push 109 down on his haunches, 109 found holes, right where they would need to be, for his feet to slide into so that being on his knees this way was actually quite comfortable. Then Trainer pushed 109's shoulders back until his back was resting against the canvas, and further, Trainer pushed 109's head back until it too was resting against the canvas. It was an unusual semi-sittling position, but actually a very comfortable one. In fact, this was the most comfortable 109 had been since he had been abducted. His entire body was relaxed against the wooden base and the canvas backing. His legs were oddly spread which exposed his cock and balls, making him feel slightly vulnerable, but since Trainer could have his cock ang balls anytime he wanted them, this wasn't that noticable. However, 109 was still very confused, what was Trainer going to do to him?
"Listen to me 109, I want to talk to you for a little while, and its really important that you do your best to hear me. Much of your future will depend on how well you hear me for the next little while," said Trainer. He was ready, he had been working on his technique for over a year, and he knew he could handle 109 right now as he began. He was careful to keep his voice steady, almost monotone, with authority, but also a gentleness. Without 109 knowing it, Trainer was going to place him in an hypnotic state. This wasn't for any theatrical purpose, this was real. Hypnosis is actually a beneficial way to encourage someone to focus their attention on something, and in doing so to help them hear something at a deep emotional and psychological level. It's not about getting them to do tricks or even something against their will, because hypnosis won't accomplish that. It's about helping someone hear on a level deep enough that it may affect their decision making process. It's not magic or a trick, it's a form of science that is often beneficially used, and Trainer was convinced that was what he was doing now, he was helping 109 achieve the goal Trainer had for him.
"I want you to relax while you listen to me 109. Close your eyes and relax completely," he said as he began a slow and methodic approach to 109's subconscious. This went on for almost twenty minutes with Trainer occassionally asking a question and 109 responding, haltingly at first, then more willingly as he went deeper. Always, Trainer focused on 109 relaxing even more, in this way, he continued to go deeper into himself. An untrained observer might look at what was going on and wonder, is it possible to hynotise someone into becoming a slave, and Trainer would be the first to assure them, no, that's not possible. That wasn't what he was trying to accomplish, he simply wanted to reach 109's subconscious and plant some ideas that 109 would be able to develop in his upcoming training. This was part of the new methodology that he and the Doctor had developed.
109 was finally relaxed, responding well, and receptive to what Trainer wanted to say to him, and so, in an almost conversational tone Trainer asked him, "Do you remember when you were nine or ten years old boi?"
109's face showed some concentrated reflection, then a almost jovial smile as he responded, "Yes Sir, I remember being 10."
"Tell me boi, did you have a favorite toy when you were 10?"
"Oh yes Sir, I did. I had a wonderful set of GI Joe action figures. My parents and aunts and uncles would give me those figures for my birthday and Christmas. They knew I loved playing with them. We had a ravine behind our house and it was a great place to set up battle fields, I can remember playing there for hours," 109 smiled with the memory, and Trainer was surprised with how beautiful 109 was when he truly smiled. He would have to remember that, so he could take advantage of it when clients were here.
"So tell me, what did you do with your GI Joe figures when you weren't playing with them?"
"Oh, I had a special place for them all, and I would keep them there, so I knew they were safe."
"You really loved those toys, didn't you boi?"
"Oh yes Sir, they were great, they were always among my favorites."
"Would you be surprised if I told you that we never out grow our love of toys? We get older and develop more sophisticated tastes, but all of us remember some favorite toy, and that memory encourages us to continue to find a toy that pleases and engages us. Some of us grow into video games, others grow into more reality bases games in business or the stock markets, but our sense of play, our desire to win, is always closely related to the love of toys. Did you know that boi?"
109 found himself surprised by what Trainer was saying. It was so obviously true, he'd never reallized how true it had been in his life. The toys he had played with as a child or the games he had played, had prepared him for many things in his adult life. He realized that toys were truly a remarkable part of our lives, or was it Trainer who had just said that, he was getting a little confused, he needed to focus..........Trainer had said to focus, but what he was saying about toys was all true, he'd just never thought of it that way before.
"The fact is that all of us continue to love playing with various kinds of toys," Trainer was saying, as we grow older our toys become more elaborate, but you've heard men talk about boats or cars or even guns as their toys. For some of us, as we achieve various levels of success, we reward ourselves with a new toy, something that engages us and we enjoy playing with. That's what we do here boi. We work for men who want a particular type of toy. Our customers are among the world's richest and most powerful men, and wealthy powerful men crave toys just like little boys. Their toys can be mansions, estates, jets, yachts, horses, exotic cars and women, but for many of them there is one toy that is particularly desirable and fulfilling, to own, another person, to own a man and to be able to use that man for your own sexual pleasure, especially if that man would never have dreamed of being your slave. That is a toy that these men will pay fortunes for, just as they do for the other toys they play with. Only this toy gives them a pleasure they don't find in any of the others. This toy lets them know that they truly are rich and powerful, that they can do things that others can't even imagine, and just as importantly, force others to do things they never imagined themselves doing."
"Do you understand what I'm saying boi?" Trainer asked this quesiton calmly and with some force, giving 109 enough time to absorb the truth of what he had heard. "Think about it boi, the rush from being able possess another human being, an opportunity we thought was gone, but as it turns out, still exists for our weathiest and most powerful men. To be able to control every aspect of another man's life and take from that man anything you want, to make that man a toy, your toy. Now that becomes a toy worth having, worth playing with, worth taking care of, just the way you took care of your GI Joe figures. Do you hear what I'm saying boi?"
109 did hear what Trainer was saying, and he began to understand how men would desire such a toy, how such a toy could please great and powerful men. He had never imagined such a reality existed, but now he wondered how he could not have, of course such men would have devised a way to have such magnificent toys to play with, of course such powerful men could take what they wanted. Hadn't it always been that way? It was as if he was catching a glimpse of how the world really worked, and it made sense.
Trainer could see that 109 was thinking about what he was saying, he could almost see the thoughts that were crossing underneath 109's closed eyelids. He knew he was getting through and decided it was time for the next step. He got close enough for 109 to feel his breath and the warmth of his presence. He continued to speak warmly to 109, but now he added the warmth and touch of his hand that had been generously anointed with an aromatic oil. He began to rub 109's torso with his had, going deep down his abdomen, just barely coming to his crotch where 109's cock began to rise again.
"Just think boi, just think what it would feel like to be one of those remarkable toys, to be so desired by those rich and powerful men. To have them bidding for you, vying for the opportunity to claim you as their own. To be cared for and appreciated by them, just as you cared for and appreciated your favorite toys. Would that be such a terrible thing boi?"
109 was lost in a confusion of emotions, feellings and images. He could remember loving his GI Joe figures and having such good times with them, he craved the idea of being cherished by another is such a way, he could literally feel being caressed and cared for, the sexual tension within himself was building as he struggled to get a handle on it all, but these feelings kept swirling around him.
Trainer could now see a steady flow of pre-cum oozing out of 109's rock hard cock. He could see how 109's body was responding to his touch, to his words, to his own confusion with all he had heard. His breath was quickening and he knew he would have to monitor him carefully to keep him on the edge, but to prevent him from feeling release. The sexual tension was a part of all of this, and he wanted that mixed into the memories of this event that 109 would carry with him from this session.
This remarkable and imaginative assault on 109 continued this way for almost another hour before Trainer felt he was ready for the next step. By then 109 was sitting in a pool of his own pre-cum, his unsated cock still oozing more as his breathing had continued to be rapid. Most of his body now had oil on it mixed in with his own sweat, as Trainer had run his hands over his legs, his arms, even sneaking a grope between his legs into his ass crack. He thought 109 was going to explode when he ran his hand between his ass cheeks and actually fingered that lovely asshole, but he had watched him closely and not allowed it to happen. All along still talking, only now 109 was responding more often with respectful affirmatives. Trainer was winning and he could feel it. 109's eyes were still closed, he was still in the same position that Trainer had put him in when he began this session, but that was the only thing that was the same.......109 was being transformed, and what was even more remarkable, at some level, 109 was participating in that transformation. Trainer knew it was time to give it a name and make it a reality.
"Here's the interesting part in all of this boi," Trainer said almost off handedly, "you have been given a chance to actually be one of those toys, one of those desired toys. Think about it, to have someone desire you like that, want to possess you the same way you enjoyed having those GI Joe figures. You could be like that. I know when you came here you kept saying you weren't gay, but don't you see, this isn't about some sexual orientation. Toys don't have genders or sexual orientations, that's something people have.......and toys aren't people, they're objects, aren't they boi."
"Yes Sir," 109 responded as he understood the logic of what Trainer was saying to him, "they are objects."
"That's right boi, they're objects, things that bring others pleasure when they're played with, and that's what you can become boi, you can become that object of pleasure, a toy."
Trainer realized he was at a critical juncture in the process. He wasn't telling 109 to be a toy, he was literally suggesting to him that he could be, if he wanted that as well. Trainer knew for this to work, it also had to seem reasonable to 109, that's why he wanted to get past all the inhibitions and social mores of the concsious self, he wanted to lay the case before the unconscious self, to allow it an opportunity to hear that possibility with as little baggage as possible. Of course Trainer continued to grope 109's body which had become desperate for release.
That's when 109 seemed to see a light at the end of the tunnel, the combination of all the various forces being used to assault him were beginning to be cleared as he remembered something earlier that day. He had decided he wanted to live, he had decided he would find a way out, he had decided that if that meant he would be a slave, so be it. But now, he was beginning to understand that it might be possible for him to become, not simply a slave, but an object of desire, a toy that someone else would seek to own. He remembered what it felt like when Trainer had embraced him earlier, had kissed him, had made him feel wanted and safe. He could be with someone who wanted him, and it would be away from this place. That knowledge began to churn through his mind with everything else, new thoughts were coming, were they his or Trainer's, did it matter? Then he heard the voice again.
"Boi, listen to me. Are you listening?"
"Yes Sir, I'm listening"
"Would you like to become that reality, I can make you that kind of toy, desired and wanted, would you like that boi?"
Then rising out of all the pain, all the struggles, all the humilation, all the loss of everything that had defined him, out of it all, a voice rose from 109's mouth, "Yes Sir, please, can you do that for me?"
And there it was. Trainer knew that some would argue that what Trainer had done to 109 could not be done, but here it was, 109 requesting him to make him a toy. To be sure there was a great deal of work to be done, but the greatest battle had been fought and won. Just a little more and he could have a little fun and relaxation that he had richly earned.
"Very well, I accept, I'll make you that toy. You must do as you are told, but not as you have so far, you're going to have to put your heart into boi, you're going to have to work with some determination, because if you don't I'll cast you aside and sell you to some Indonesian whore house. Do you hear me boi? I mean every word. I want to see a great desire in everything you're told to do."
"Yes Sir, I am ready to be that kind of slave for you, I'll do whatever you say, Sir."
"Then we might as well begin with some basics boi, because you have a long way to go. First, you will never use a personal pronoun in reference to yourself again. Personal pronouns are used by 'persons', and you are no longer that. Additionally, you will never again be refered to by anyone else with a personal pronoun because you are no longer a person, you are an object, you are no longer a you, you are an 'it.' Does It understand what I'm saying? If I ever hear It refer to Itself in any way other than as an object, It will be severely punished. Does It understand?"
"Yes Sir, ...........It understands, and...........It will try very hard to make you happy with..........It Sir."
"Now that's what a man wants to hear from his Toy, that It is going to do the best It can to please him. Now listen Toy, we've talked about a great deal during this time, and I want It to remember all of it. I want It to think back on this time, to review it, to rededicate Itself to being the best Toy It can be. One other thing, I've found that most owners enjoy being able to use a Toy's nipples to manipulate and manage It, so I want It to begin opening Itself to the feelings that It experiences when Its nipples are manipulated. In fact, later, after It has thought about our time together, I want It to request that I use a special technique to sensitize Its nipples. Will It remember to do that?"
"Yes Sir, It will remember, Sir."
"Good, now It has been very relaxed for a good while, and I want It to begin to move a little and slowly open Its eyes and look at me." Finally, Trainer was beginning to refrain from rubbing 109's body, and 109 began to open Its eyes and look around It. So much had happened and yet the room was just the same. Trainer began to release 109 from the velcro straps around Its thighs and wrists. "I want It to think, does It remember all that has happened to It and was said to It while It was here?"
"Yes Sir, It remembers everything that you told It. It still wants you to train It to be a Toy that someone would want to possess, Sir."
"Good, because we're going to begin that right now." Trainer said as he moved from the platform to a modified chaise that he kept in that part of the room. As he moved to it he took off the leather vest he had been wearing and unsnapped the leather pants so they easily came off. When he got to the chaise his beautiful body was still a little moist from sweating, he had after all, been working very hard. Now he needed to relax a little and 109 was just the relaxation he needed.
"I want It over here next to this chaise on Its knees ready to give me pleasure.......NOW!"
109 jumped to comply, It would not give Trainer reason for displeasure.
"Since sucking my cock is the most refreshing and delightful experience any slave or toy could have, It needs to get used to the command, 'Refresh Its Mouth,' and whenever It hears that command, It will immediately commence giving me oral pleasure. Does It understand?"
"Yes Sir, It understands."
"Then, as I'm a most considerate Master, It may refresh Its mouth."
With that, 109 bent over Trainer's flaccid cock, remembering to kiss the head before taking it into Its mouth. While there was certainly much to learn, It realized that It had also learned a lot already. It began to to run Its tongue around the head of Trainer's uncircumcised cock. Sticking Its tongue into the foreskin to play with the corona of that marvelous mushroomed gland, and feeling its reaction almost immediately as it began to grow. Next 109 carefully placed his right hand on Trainer's muscled legs and began, gently at first, then with a little more force, to massage them and search for pleasure points. With Its left hand 109 did the same to Trainer's chest and abdomen, running Its hand over his defined pecs and even playing a little with one of his nipples to see if he would react. He did, so 109 moved to the other nipple as well.
Soon Trainer was rock hard and groaning with delight. 109 was actually searching for his sensitive spots and upon discovering them, giving them more attention. The fact that he was bright enough to think of that made Trainer feel even better. 109 was working hard on Trainer's cock. Deep throating had never been something he did particularly well, and he had hated it, but now, he knew that it would be one of the things that Trainer would not expect and really enjoy. 109 was breathing in Trainer's cock and taking it in until his nose was buried in Trainers pubes. Then he would hold it there a moment, letting that enormous cock stretch his throat a little. He noticed that Trainer's cock was becoming soaked with his saliva.
"Yes, yes, It is learning how to please a man," Trainer groaned, "don't stop Toy, keep ramming that cock down Its throat. The first time I cum I want It to have my head just inside Its mouth, so It can catch every drop of my delicious spunk. It needs to keep working my dick, work it, work it. That's right, yes, yes!" Trainer was getting close, and he loved the feeling that was churning in his nuts with his cock swirling in this Toy's mouth. "When I cum It will hold every drop of my cum in Its mouth, don't swallow it, and don't let any of it leak out. I want It to savor the taste of a real man in Its mouth, I want my cum to marinate Its tongue so It will taste me for days."
109 continued to work frantically on Trainer's cock, doing everything It could think of to increase his pleasure. It had never liked it when these men began using It as a sex object, making It eat their cum. The taste, the texture, the humiliation were all awful, but now It knew that It would do what was being demanded. It would hold Trainer's cum as long as necessary. It wouldn't gag, or make faces, It would simply be the Toy that Trainer wanted It to be.
And with that Trainer yelled, "Now!! Take it all, hold it, hold it." As rope after rope shot into 109's mouth. 109 was careful not to swallow, not to gag, and not to let a drop creep down Trainer's still sturgid organ. It held the cum until it seemed Its mouth would burst with it, but it didn't. It now released Trainer's dick slowly, lovingly, carefully so nothing was lost, and It sat back on Its haunches and continued to rub Trainer's muscles as he floated for a little while.
It thought that in a few minutes Trainer would tell It to swallow his cum, but he didn't, so It continued to hold the cum patiently while It continued to rub him. After about fifteen minutes Trainer reached out and grabbed one of Its nipples. It had not been expecting it and when it happened It almost spit out all the cum. But It caught Itself just in time and merely winced as Its nipple was twisted savagely by Trainer. It was surprised at how sensitive Its nipple was all of a sudden, then It vaguely remembered something Trainer had said to It about Its nipples.........allowing Itself to feel Its nipples more, and now that seemed to be happening. It also remembered It was supposed to ask Trainer something about Its nipples, but could hardly do that now. If It tried to open Its mouth even a little, there would be Hell to pay for all the cum pouring out. It simply grimmaced and held Its position.
Trainer knew exactly what he was doing, as he usually did, and that heightened his pleasure right now, knowing 109 was beginning to really hurt.
"Start using Its hands on my cock and get me hard again. I'm not finished pleasuring myself." Trainer moaned as he settled a little further into the chaise." And 109 was quick to respond, knowing that Trainer could easily cum several times, and beginning to hope that It would not have to hold all of it in Its mouth at the same time.
Very soon, Trainer was standing proud again, rising above those gorgeous balls. "Now, I want It to let a little of that precious cum It has in Its mouth, out onto the fingers of Its left hand. Not a lot, I wouldn't want It to stop allowing Its tongue the privilege of bathing in my cum, but enough to lubricate that tight little cunt It carries around for my pleasure. When It finishes getting that cunt real nice for me, I want It to straddle me and give me a lap dance while It rides my cock. Now don't take it all at once Cunt, just get Its cunt to where the head of my cock is just opening It up, then wait for my instructions."
109 moved over Trainer, getting into the stated position, but It didn't respond as It had responded to commands before. This time It moved sensuously across Trainer's body, trying to stimulate and excite Trainer. It wanted to see if It could get Trainer even more excited, if It could experience what it would be like to seek stimulate a response from him, but Trainer would have none of it. He was in complete control, and eventhough he was enjoying himself immensely, he would keep 109 on a short leash. But, it was interesting to watch this aspect of 109, and he found himself wondering how he could utilize it to his benefit.
When 109 was in position It continued to undulate Its body over Trainers, careful to keep Trainer's dick just inside Its cunt opening. Trainer reached up with both hands and started cruelly twisting Its nipples, causing it to make a gurgling sound with Its moaning, but nothing came out.
"When I say 'now,' I want It to skewer Itself completely on my cock. I want It to feel like my balls might get sucked into It as It comes down with such force. Don't worry about me, I can take it, but can It?"
It wondered if It could, but It also knew It would do what was demanded, It only hoped that Trainer's cum wouldn't be forced out of Its mouth from the impact. It continued to rub Trainer's arms and chest as It straddled his muscular body, resting ever so gently on that steel rod which would soon plunge inside Its gut. Only now, to add to it, Trainer began to really get vicious with Its nipples, and the moaning continued as It prayed desperately not to cough out any cum.
"NOW!!" Trainer shouted as he wrenched 109's nipples in opposite directions and Its body drove Itself rapidly down that huge veiny cock. 109 closed Its eyes and simply tried to absorb the pain that suddenly came from so many places on Its body hurting at the same time. It felt Itself shudder involuntarily as It accomodated that cock up Its cunt, and Trainer noticed the way that beautifully defined ebony body shook from the pleasure It was giving him, at least that was the way Trainer chose to interpret those involuntary muscle spasms.
"Now ride that cock Cunt, ride it good," Trainer said as he felt the pleasure of that tight asshole clinging to his cock as It started moving up and down. 109 was having to do all the work, Trainer didn't move at all, he forced It to use Its legs and torso to keep pistoning that cunt on his cock.
"Don't forget to use Its hands to continue to look for sensitive spots Shithead, take me places I haven't been before Toy," he snapped, and 109 was determined to do just that. "Let me taste one of those little tits that It carries around for a man's pleasure," he said, causing 109 to contort Itself in such a way that It was still riding up and down on Trainer's cock, while moving It's chest closer to Trainer's glistening teeth. When Trainer latched on, 109 thought It would spew cum all over him, but somehow It continued to hold that cum in Its mouth.
If someone were to walk in on this scene they would be stunned with the beauty and physicality of it. Trainer, sitting comfortably on a chaise and a strikingly beautifuly ebony man stradling that chaise and forcing his ass up and down a rock hard cock jutting out from Trainer's crotch, and all the while, while his ass moved vigorously up and down, the black man's chest was steady at the mouth of the man sitting in the chaise. It was a remarkable picture, and 109 wasn't sure how much longer It could continue. The stress of the day was beginning to wear on 109, but It knew It had to continue to please this man, no matter what.
As Trainer continued to bite on one then the other of Its tits, he could feel himself churning to another climax. "Keep going Toy, keep going. When I cum I want you to hold it in that cunt, and not lose a drop, does It understand?"
109 gurgled a response, which would have to suffice......It couldn't open Its mouth to speak without losing some of Trainer's cum, and that would be a terrible offense right now.
It kept pumping Trainer's cock in Its cunt, and rubbing his body with Its hands, and moaning sensuously near Trainer's ear. Maybe it was the moaning, but Trainer finally felt himself explode up this Toy's ass, again and again, shooting cords of sperm deep inside this Cunt. Once again, as Trainer relaxed after his climax, he released 109's tits, and allowed 109 to slowly sink onto his torso. 109, with Trainer's cum still soaking his tongue and his dick up Its ass, came down gently on Trainer and continued to moan gently into his ear. Trainer let him, he was finally enjoying himself completely and looking forward to using 109 a couple more times before sending It back to Its cell. He wasn't sure what he had enjoyed more.......109 really working to pleasure him, or knowing that 109 was now a much more valuable slave than he had been at the beginning of the day, or that now he knew this methodology could work, and he could hardly wait to start on 115.
Once again, thanks for all the feed back. It's really helpful to hear from you guys as I work on the next Chapter. We'll be getting back to 115 in Chapter 6, but there will still be a lot of twists and turns........hope you enjoy the ride.