alquis4


You are now my property



Chapter 1.     Eric was feeling good.  Good and horny.  He hadnï¿½t b
een
laid in two days, since heï¿½d left his home in Connecticut.  As he s
ped
down the highway in the vintage Mustang convertible heï¿½d gotten for
his high school graduation, he lit up a joint and turned on the radio,
but nothing was coming in clearly.  He was driving through rural
Florida on his way to his freshmen year at the University of Miami,
and he was anxious to get there and start his new life.



He hit the ï¿½scanï¿½ button on the radio; it went
through the
whole dial
twice before stopping on a local station.  Britney Spears was moaning
something about how she did it again.  Eric hated her music with a
passion, but wouldnï¿½t have minded banginï¿½ her
until she was
moaning
about something else entirely.  Chances are Britney wouldnï¿½t have
minded too much, either...  Eric had been the best-looking guy in his
senior class, and had become something of a legend among his peers.
The guys were awe-struck by the number of girls heï¿½d bedded, and wo
rd
circulated among the girls that his technique was even better than his
looks... and that was saying a lot.  Eric was 5'11, with a tight
swimmerï¿½s build, and a 6-pack of abs you could grate cheese on.  Th
row
in a handsome face, blond hair that fell into piercing blue eyes, a
great smile, and a big dick he liked to showcase in tight pants and
shorts, and you had a stud who was used to getting a LOT of action.



Yes, olï¿½ Britney wouldï¿½ve been on her knees in a
second if
sheï¿½d met
Eric.  He started fantasizing about her blowing him, and unconsciously
reached down and started rubbing his crotch.  He was wearing just a
thin pair of running shorts with tight white jockeys underneath.
Nothing else.  Heï¿½d even kicked off his sneakers and thrown them in
the back seat.  The sun was beating down on his tanned, muscled body,
the joint was kicking in, and he was imagining Britney deep-throating
his full 8 inches.  Soon a large wet spot appeared on the front of his
shorts.  Eric was feeling really good.



His bliss was quickly shattered when he heard a siren behind him.  He
looked in the rear-view mirror and saw a cop with his lights
flashing.  He looked down at the speedometer, and realized heï¿½d got
ten
up to 80 mph.  He jammed on his brakes, but he knew he was busted. He
silently thanked God heï¿½d put the top down so the car
didnï¿½
t smell
like weed.  As he decelerated and pulled over to the side of the road,
he let the joint fly out of his hand, hoping it would land on the road
somewhere and the cop wouldnï¿½t see it.  It flew out of the car, but
Eric didnï¿½t see it fly back in and land on the back seat.



The cop car pulled over behind him and an imposing man got out and
approached the Mustang.  Eric smirked to himself that the guy looked
like every stereotype redneck southern cop you see in movies, right
down to his mirrored sunglasses.  The cop approached and demanded
Ericï¿½s license and registration, telling him the local folks
donï
¿½t
take kindly to people recklessly speeding on their roads.  The kid was
about to hand him the documents when the cop said ï¿½Well, what do we
have here?ï¿½  Eric spun around and saw the cop reaching into the bac
k
seat to pick up the joint.  ï¿½Get out of the car, son. 
NOW!ï¿
½






Ericï¿½s head was spinning from the effects of the pot and the growin
g
feeling that heï¿½d just gotten into deep shit.  Despite all this, he
still had a full hard-on (being 18 is a wonderful thing), and that
noticeable wet spot on his shorts.  He was too upset to notice his
condition, but the cop sure wasnï¿½t.  He saw the front of the
kidï
¿½s
shorts, with the big bulge straining at the waistband, then looked at
Ericï¿½s muscular body and beautiful face, and he knew
heï¿½d f
ound the
one.  He couldnï¿½t suppress a smile as he cuffed the
kidï¿½s h
ands behind
his back.  Not a single car had passed by to see what was happening.
As the cop led Eric to the police car, the kidï¿½s head was down and
he
was so unsettled that he never noticed the other man getting out of
the cop car and going over to get behind the wheel of the Mustang.
The funny thing about rural Florida is that you canï¿½t find one dece
nt
radio station, but you can find any number of swamps to roll a car
into.  The Mustang would never be seen again.



Chapter 2.    The cop drove silently for a few minutes, and Eric
considered asking what was going to happen to him, but he thought
better of it. ï¿½Just play it cool.  Donï¿½t do
anything stupid
and the
old man will get you out of this,ï¿½ he thought. 
Ericï¿½s fath
er was a
high-powered lawyer, and had gotten the kid out of a few scrapes in
the past.  Eric dreaded calling him and telling him what had happened,
but at least heï¿½d take care of everything.  They drove on in silenc
e.



After a while, the cop pulled off onto a dirt road.  Well, maybe not a
road, more like a dirt path.  Once he was out of sight of the main
road, he stopped the car.  He got out, walked to the trunk, and opened
it.  Eric heard him poking around as if looking for something, then
the cop came around and opened the back door.  He was holding some
kind of leather hood and something that looked like a rubber gag.
Eric didnï¿½t know exactly what they were, but he knew he was in
trouble.  He started to babble about how his father was a rich lawyer,
but before he could say much, the cop grabbed him by the hair and
tried to shove the gag into his mouth.  Eric clamped his jaws shut,
but the cop  grabbed his nipple and viciously twisted it.  When the
kid cried out in pain, the cop shoved the gag into his mouth and
quickly secured it.  He then put the hood over Ericï¿½s head and secu
red
it, too.  It covered his whole head and down his neck to his
shoulders, but had an opening for the nostrils and mouth.  There were
also eyeholes, but they were covered by a thick piece of leather that
snapped on securely by each temple.  Eric was now blind and mute.  The
cop got back behind the wheel and drove on.  A large bulge was growing
in his uniform pants, and before long, HE was unconsciously rubbing
himself and getting a large wet spot.  He was one VERY happy cop.



Chapter 3.     They drove on for a while longer, the cop not saying
another word.  Eventually they stopped, and Eric heard the cop get out
of the car, then heard the back door open.  Without a word, the cop
pulled him out of the car, grabbed him by the arm, and started leading
him forward.  Eric was still barefoot, and the ground was rough
beneath him.  He was stepping on gravel and jagged pebbles, but was
too terrified to notice.  Eric heard a door open, and he was led
inside onto a smooth floor.  He was led across the room, then he heard
a heavy door open.  The cop finally said one word. 
ï¿½Stairs.ï¿
½  Eric
was slowly led down a flight of stairs, then across a cold concrete
floor.  He was shaking noticeably, and the cop again could not
suppress his grin.






Without another word, the cop put heavy padded restraints around the
kidï¿½s ankles, then attached ropes and secured them to the walls on
either side of the room, pulling Ericï¿½s legs as far apart as they
would go.  Eric then felt a heavy collar being put around his neck.
This collar was then attached to a chain in the ceiling which was
pulled taut until there was no slack for Eric to move at all.  Ericï¿
½s
right wrist was secured to the collar, and the cop then uncuffed his
left wrist and quickly secured it in a padded cuff, which was secured
again to the wall.  The same procedure was followed with the right
wrist.  The collar and chain were removed, and the ropes pulled tight
until Eric was standing spread-eagle, with all four limbs stretched to
their limit.  Still, no further words had been spoken.



Eric was shaking, and had broken out into a cold sweat.  The cop just
ran his hands over the kidï¿½s hairless torso for a minute, then grop
ed
at the kidï¿½s ass.  Eric tried to twist away, but resistance was
futile.  Suddenly, Eric felt something cold and sharp being pressed
against his nipple, then dragged down across his abs.  A KNIFE!  The
crazy cop was going to cut him!



Eric neednï¿½t have worried about that...  There was no way the cop w
as
going to ruin his beautiful prize.



Eric felt his shorts being cut off, then his briefs.  He knew he was
going to be raped, and struggled to get out of his bonds, but he could
barely move.  He tried screaming, but was muzzled by the gag.  The cop
just ran his hands over Ericï¿½s body and said nothing.  Finally, he
wrapped his hand around Ericï¿½s now-limp dick.  He began slowly
stroking it, and (to Ericï¿½s horror), it began to get hard.  Eric tr
ied
to twist away, but could not.



Finally, the cop spoke.  Still stroking the kidï¿½s cock, he spoke in
a
soft, almost gentle voice... but what he said made the blood in Ericï¿
½s
veins turn cold...



Chapter 4.     ï¿½Listen up, boy, because you are about to learn the
rules of your new life.  You belong to me now.  You are my slave.  I
own you, and Iï¿½m going to use you in any way I see fit.  You have n
o
rights, and no say in the matter.  You are now my property.ï¿½



Eric trembled as the man continued.  ï¿½From now on, you exist only f
or
two things... to serve me, and to feel pain.  You will do what you are
told, speak only when spoken to, and address me only as ï¿½Masterï
¿½.  You
are going to be raped, whipped, and tortured every day for the rest of
your life, partly to train and condition you to be a good slave, and
partly because I enjoy inflicting pain and hearing men scream.   This
room is sound-proofed, and you are far away from anyone who could help
you.  Nobody saw me arrest you, and nobody will ever find your car.
You will not be rescued, no matter how much you scream.   I have you
gagged now so I can explain your situation to you without
interruptions.  Once Iï¿½m ready to begin your first lesson, I will
remove the gag.  You may scream all you want, but you are NEVER to beg
for mercy or for me to stop hurting you.  Doing so will only cause me
to INCREASE whatever Iï¿½m doing to you, then punish you afterward fo
r
disobeying my order not to beg for mercy.ï¿½



The whole time he was speaking, the cop kept slowly stroking Ericï¿½s
cock, keeping it hard.  He continued talking in that deceptively
gentle voice.  ï¿½You will never touch your dick again without
permission, and you will hardly ever be allowed to come, though I will
keep you hard every day.  Eventually you will get used to living in a
permanent state of arousal, always in heat.  You will find that
following my orders and not resisting me will lead to me being much
more gentle with you.  You will still be tortured and raped, but only
for my pleasure, not for any added punishment.




I am going to break you, and soon you will learn to desire only one
thing in this world... my approval.  You will do anything for it, and
it will be your greatest joy.  Eventually your body will have to find
a way to deal with all the pain and confinement.  Your mind will begin
to bend, and the constant stroking of your dick while you are being
tortured will lead to your mind associating pain with sexual
pleasure.  After a while, you will get hard with the first sting of
the whip, or the first clamp I put on your nipple.  Eventually, you
will fall in love with me.   You may find that hard to believe now,
but itï¿½s called ï¿½The Stockholm
Syndromeï¿½... kidnap
victimsï¿½ minds
break and they fall for their captors.  Considering how much you will
want my approval, it is going to happen to you.  Iï¿½d suggest you ce
ase
resisting me from the start, so your mind can bend as soon as
possible, and you begin getting turned-on from the pain.  I am going
to keep you hooded and in the dark for a long time, so the only things
you have to hold onto are the sound of my voice and the touch of my
hand.  You will begin to crave both as much as air or water.ï¿½



The stroking of his dick stopped, and Eric felt the zipper at the back
of the hood being lowered.  ï¿½You are ready for your first whipping.
This is also your first chance to show youï¿½re learning your lessons
.
When I remove the gag, you are not to say anything. Just wait for the
feel of the whip.ï¿½  With that, the cop reached inside the hood and
undid the straps at the back of Ericï¿½s head that held the gag in
place.  Zipping the hood back up, he came around in front of the kid
and yanked the gag out of his mouth.



Eric immediately began begging.  ï¿½Please donï¿½t
hurt me.  My
father is
rich.  Heï¿½ll give you anything you--
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!ï¿½
Eric
screamed, and his head and guts exploded in pain.  The cop had grabbed
his nuts and was squeezing them as hard as he could.  ï¿½I told you
never to speak until spoken to.  This is not the way to make a good
first impression.ï¿½  Just as Eric thought he was going to throw up,
the
cop let go of his nuts.  Eric slumped against his bonds, and tried to
catch his breath as his guts continued to churn.  The cop walked over
to his collection of ï¿½toysï¿½ and selected his
favorite whip.



ï¿½Now, as I was saying, itï¿½s time for your first
whipping...
ï¿½



Chapter 5.     The copï¿½s name was Roy.  He was the police chief in
a
little town about 35 miles away.  Now 36, he was a mountain of a man,
standing 6'3", with dark brown hair, a thick mustache, and a perpetual
five-oï¿½clock shadow.  He was naturally broad and strong, and countl
ess
hours in the gym had given him a physique that couldï¿½ve won titles
had
he entered bodybuilding contests.  He weighed 250 pounds, and had less
than 5% body fat.  All that power was behind the first lash of the
whip.



WHAP!  The whip landed right across the kidï¿½s back.



Ericï¿½s world exploded in pain.  His body lurched forward as far as
his
bonds would allow, and his head snapped back as he let out a piercing
scream.  Before he could recover his senses, another blow landed
across his back.  Then another.  Eric was in such agony and such a
state of shock that he couldnï¿½t do anything but scream.  Coherent
thoughts and words were impossible.






After ten lashes, Roy put down the whip.  Heï¿½d put all his effort i
nto
each lash, and was starting to sweat.  He peeled off his uniform
shirt.  Had Eric not been hooded, he wouldï¿½ve seen a mass of muscle
s
and chest fur, slick with sweat.  Roy rubbed the growing bulge in his
pants, and walked around in front of the boy.



Eric sensed the cop in front of him and started  moaning.   ï¿½Please
.
Please...ï¿½  Roy grabbed the kidï¿½s nuts, and
squeezed them s
lightly,
saying ï¿½I hope youï¿½re not going to beg me to
stop.  That wo
uld make me
very angry.ï¿½  He was talking again in that gentle, soothing voice.
ï¿½You were about to say ï¿½please whip me,
againï¿½, wer
enï¿½t you?ï¿½  Eric
didnï¿½t answer.  Roy squeezed the kidï¿½s balls a
little harde
r.
ï¿½WERENï¿½T YOU?ï¿½



Eric was crying and shaking.  He couldnï¿½t say the words.  The cop
crushed the kidï¿½s balls in his massive hand and Eric screamed again
and finally managed to spit out ï¿½Please whip me
again.ï¿½

Roy kept up his iron grip and yanked Ericï¿½s balls away from his bod
y.
ï¿½Please whip me again, WHAT?ï¿½



ï¿½Please whip me again, Master!ï¿½  It was the
first time he h
ad used
that term.  Roy smiled and released the kidï¿½s balls.  Eric slumped
again against his bonds.  He was still crying, and gulping air.  He
barely heard Roy say ï¿½Time to continue the
whippingï¿½.



Roy picked up the whip again.  The first lash landed across the back
of Ericï¿½s right thigh, and the kid wasnï¿½t
prepared for it.
This
scream wouldï¿½ve been the loudest yet had his voice not already been
going hoarse.  The next lash was to the left thigh, then back again.
WHAP!  WHAP!  WHAP!  Roy alternated thighs until each had received ten
lashes.  The cop was dripping sweat now, and he peeled off the rest of
his uniform.  Stroking his now rock-hard cock, he once again walked
around in front of the crying, trembling teen.



Roy reached for Ericï¿½s dick, and the boy instinctively recoiled, bu
t
the cop just began gently stroking the softened meat.  With his other
hand, he stroked the boyï¿½s chest and inner thighs, soothing him wit
h a
gentle ï¿½Shhh... itï¿½s okay, baby.  Just let
yourself go.ï
¿½  Eric wept
like a baby.  Roy reached his free hand around to the boyï¿½s asshole
and began probing with one finger.  Instantly, Eric clenched his hole
tight.  The cop released Ericï¿½s cock and again grabbed his balls, b
ut
didnï¿½t squeeze.  He just softly said
ï¿½Donï¿½t fight m
e, boy.  Open up.ï¿½
Eric unclenched his ass, and the copï¿½s finger slid in.  Roy release
d
the kidï¿½s balls and began stroking his dick again.  His finger foun
d
the kidï¿½s prostate, and Ericï¿½s cock began to
swell.  ï¿
½Good boy!,ï¿½ the
cop cooed.  He stroked Ericï¿½s cock a little more, then picked up th
e
whip again.  It was time to mark up that perfect little bubble butt.



Chapter 6.     Roy couldnï¿½t believe how perfect the
kidï¿½s a
ss was.  He
loved Speedo tan-lines, and it looked like Eric had lived in one all
summer.  Roy loved the contrast of round little white buns against a
golden tan on the rest of the body.  He also loved the way whip marks
and welts showed against the white skin.  In fact, the only time the
kid would ever be out of this room again would be when Roy would hang
him out in the sun, gagged, blindfolded, and wearing a speedo, in
order to maintain the tan.  If Eric had done something to deserve
punishment, Roy loved letting him hang until he was sunburned, then
giving him an extended whipping afterwards.






Roy looked at the kidï¿½s ass, and groped his own dripping cock. 
ï
¿½Just
a few markings, and heï¿½ll be ready to fuck,ï¿½ Roy
thought to
himself.
He lifted the whip and let it fly with all his might.  Eric screamed
with what was left of his voice and that just spurred the horny cop
on.  Each lash seemed harder than the last.  Roy had intended to stop
at ten, but was in such an erotic daze, he kept right on going to
twenty.  When he stopped, Eric went limp against the ropes.  He was
weeping, and taking in great gulps of air, but not making any sounds.
Roy went over and started stroking the boyï¿½s body again.  His voice
was tender and almost loving as he said ï¿½Thatï¿½s
a good boy.
Your
first whipping is over.  None of the rest will ever be this bad...ï¿½
His voice hardened.  ï¿½Unless you disobey me.ï¿½



Chapter 7.     Roy began stroking Ericï¿½s cock, and reached around
again to his asshole.  This time, the boy offered no resistance as the
cop slid his finger in and found the prostate.  Eric was still
incapable of coherent thought, but soon found himself overcome with
lust as the cop had him rock-hard and close to coming.  Just as he was
about to blow, the cop let go of his dick and yanked his finger out of
the kidï¿½s ass.  Eric moaned, and despite his pain, tried to buck hi
s
hips to find something to rub his cock against so he could come.  Roy
smiled.  The kid was going to be easy to keep aroused.  He was going
to be a great slave.



Roy spoke again in that gentle voice.  ï¿½You look like
youï¿½r
e ready to
get fucked, boy!ï¿½  Instantly, Eric tensed up and began moaning
something that sounded like ï¿½no, no, no...ï¿½ 
Royï¿½s
tone grew colder as
he said ï¿½I hope youï¿½re not begging me not to
fuck you.ï
¿½  Eric grew
quiet.  Roy smiled, and again his voice grew gentle. 
ï¿½Thatï¿
½s better.ï¿½



He began stroking the boyï¿½s cock again, and soon it was its full 8
inches, rock-hard, and thick (almost 5 inches around).  Covered with
veins, and attached to a large pair of low-hanging balls, ï¿½it reall
y
is an impressive piece of meat,ï¿½ Roy thought. 
ï¿½Just not as
impressive
as mine!ï¿½.



With that, he opened his massive hand, and pushed his cock up against
the boyï¿½s, then began stroking both.  Eric gasped as he realized wh
at
it was that was rubbing against his cock, and he realized in horror
that it was longer and thicker than his!  Roy knew that the kid was
getting the full picture of what was in store for him, and he
continued slowly stroking the two cocks for a couple of minutes.
Finally, he couldnï¿½t take it anymore.  He had to fuck the kid.  He
let
go of the dicks, and stepped around behind Eric.  At the sight of
those perfect white globes streaked with reddened whip marks, Royï¿½s
cock began to ooze precum in buckets.  Roy loved dry-humping guys,
knowing his massive cock would cause them enormous pain without proper
lubing and foreplay, and he loved hearing them scream when he just
rammed it in.  He desperately wanted to do that now, but realized he
might rip the virgin hole irreparably, and he wanted this kid around
for a long time.  Lubing his fingers with precum, he began opening up
the kidï¿½s hole and greasing his cock.  He would go in slowly, and n
ot
begin an all-out fucking until heï¿½d gotten all the way in and
stretched the kid a bit.  Despite his uncharacteristic effort to
prepare Ericï¿½s hole, nothing was going to prevent this from being t
he
most excruciating pain yet.  Royï¿½s ten-inch cock (6 Ë inches a
round)
would make sure of that.






Chapter 8.     Roy pulled his fingers roughly out of Ericï¿½s ass, an
d
loosened the ropes attached to his ankles just a little.  He then
turned a winch holding the ropes attached to Ericï¿½s wrists, and lif
ted
the boy about 5 inches off the ground, suspending him by his wrists,
and pulling the ropes at his ankles taut again.  Ericï¿½s ass was now
just the right height for Roy to fuck him.  Roy rubbed  precum all
over his enormous cockhead, then grabbed his cock by the base with one
hand, and spread the boyï¿½s cheeks with the other.  He aimed the
enormous purple head at the boyï¿½s virgin hole and began to push in.
There was incredible resistance, but Roy was so hard and horny,
nothing was going to stop his entry.  Despite the foreplay and lubing,
Eric began screaming and thrashing against the ropes as soon as the
huge purple monster began its entry.  By the time the head was fully
in Eric was screaming ï¿½Youï¿½re tearing me apart. 
Youï¿
½re going to kill
me.  Please, God, help me...ï¿½  This probably
shouldï¿½ve qual
ified as
begging for mercy and elicited a punishment from Roy, but he was too
far gone in animal lust to notice.  He continued slowly pushing in;
Eric didnï¿½t even have enough energy left to scream anymore.  He jus
t
moaned and croaked out sounds of pain.  Roy was getting harder and
hornier with each croak.



Roy was now about half-way in; the kidï¿½s ass was squeezing his cock
like a vice-grip.  Roy had never felt a hole this tight.  It was
incredible.  The hell with cautionï¿½he had to bury his cock to the h
ilt
right NOW.  With one enormous thrust, Roy shoved the rest of his
massive meat up the boyï¿½s tortured chute.  Somehow, Eric had enough
voice left to let out his loudest scream yet.  Royï¿½s balls pounded
against those incredible cheeks; his cock was squeezed like never
before.  He reveled in the kidï¿½s tortured cries.  This was everythi
ng
Roy had ever dreamed of.  He grabbed the boy by the hips and began
pumping with all his might.  Roy was so horny, he was afraid he was
going to come right away, but the kidï¿½s tight hole acted like a coc
k-
ring and kept the cop from shooting.  He fucked the boy for almost a
half-hour, stopping himself short of coming several times just so he
could extend his bliss.  He never wanted this to end.  To Eric, it
felt like it never would.



Finally, Roy let out a roar, and shot his load up the kidï¿½s torture
d
ass.  The cop hadnï¿½t gotten off in almost a week, and it felt like
he
shot a whole quart of jism.  When he finally finished shooting, Roy
put his arms around the now-limp boy and held him close.  He kissed
the back of the boyï¿½s neck through the leather hood.  Roy had never
been so happy.



Chapter 9.     Even after he shot, Royï¿½s cock remained almost fully
-
hard.  He considered working up another hard-on and fucking the kid
again, but thought heï¿½d better let him recover a bit.  After all,
there was no need to rush things...  There would be plenty of time in
the future for Roy to use and abuse his captive.  The cop pulled his
cock out of Ericï¿½s aching hole.  It emerged with an audible pop; co
me
began dripping out, along with a little blood... nothing too bad,
though.  The kid may have felt like he was being ripped apart, but
heï¿½d be okay.  Heï¿½d just be in agony for a
while, but that
was a
feeling heï¿½d soon get used to.






The cop released the ropes attached to Ericï¿½s wrists, and the boy
slumped to the ground like a rag doll.  Roy cuffed the teenï¿½s wrist
s
behind his back, then released the ropes attached to his ankles.  He
gently lifted the boy and carried him over to a toilet in the corner.
Eric was completely limp in the copï¿½s arms.  Roy set the boy down o
n
the toilet, and told him to do whatever he needed to do, because he
was going to be tied up for the night after this, and would have to
hold it in if he didnï¿½t go now.  Ericï¿½s hole
throbbed and a
ched, but
he really felt like he had to shit.  He grimaced and forced out a
large turd.  Even THAT caused enormous pain.  Eric then pissed and
slumped back against the toilet tank.  Roy stood the boy up and gently
wiped his ass.  He let his fingers linger over the whip marks on the
boyï¿½s creamy white cheeks.  He had never seen anything so beautiful
.



Roy carried Eric over to the bed heï¿½d prepared.  He set the boy dow
n,
and tied his ankles to the foot of the bed, then uncuffed his wrists
and secured them to the top of the frame.  Eric was now lying spread-
eagle on his back.  This was the way he would sleep from now on, never
free to touch his cock, or turn onto his stomach so he could rub it
against the bed.  Eric just laid there and whimpered.  He looked like
heï¿½d been filleted... he was totally limp.  Roy ran his hand gently
over the boyï¿½s torso, and told him to get some sleep. 
ï¿½Aft
er all,
tomorrow is your first full day as a slave.  Tomorrow is the first day
of the rest of your life.ï¿½  With that, he chuckled and went upstair
s,
locking the basement door behind him.



That night Roy had the best sleep he could ever remember.



Chapter 10.   The next morning, Roy put legs irons on Eric, with a 12-
inch chain between the ankles.  The leg irons would not be removed
until the boy was fully-trained.  Roy and his slave soon settled into
a routine.  Every morning Roy would wake the boy up, and free his arms
just long enough to attach them to a ring in the back of the neck of
his hood.  He would then free the leg irons from the bed frame, and
walk the kid over to the toilet.  Eric learned to take small steps,
since the chain only let him move one ankle 12 inches in front of the
other.  After Eric had done his business on the toilet, Roy would
force him to exercise, both to keep the boy in shape, and to keep his
muscles from atrophying due to the long periods of bondage.  With his
hands clasped behind his neck, and his ankles chained, Eric was made
to do sit-ups every morning, upping the count by 5 every few days.
Soon the boy was doing 500 every morning.  That 6-pack would remain
rock-hard.  Roy would often spank or beat the kidï¿½s ass first, so i
t
was nice and sore while he did the sit-ups.  Eric was then made to do
deep-knee bends to keep his legs in shape, then Roy would free the
kidï¿½s hands, attach the ring in the hood to a chain in the ceiling,
and make Eric do push-ups.  Despite his captivity, the boy would
remain one fine-looking slave.



After the exercises, Roy would decide what position he wanted the boy
in for his morning fuck.  Sometimes it would be suspended from the
wrists (like the first time), sometimes it would be while Eric was
locked into a stock Roy had in one corner, sometimes it was just face-
down on the bed.  Regardless of the position, it was always brutal,
and never with any lubing or foreplay.  Roy would then feed Eric a
bland, but nutritionally-complete meal, secure the boy to the bed
again and go to work. To keep the boy offâ€‘balance, Roy stuck to the
timing of his routine even on his days off, so that Eric could never
keep track of what day of the week it was.



When heï¿½d return from work, he would put Eric through a lighter set
of
exercises, feed him again, let him go to the toilet, then give the boy
a whipping or torture his nipples. This always relaxed the cop after a
hard day at work.  He would then secure the boy to the bed again,
until it was time for the night session.






Every night, before heï¿½d go to bed, Roy would suspend Eric from his
wrists, attach weighted tit-clamps to his nipples, and whip the boyï¿
½s
back and ass.   Roy was always rock-hard and horny at the end of these
sessions, and heï¿½d rape the boy even more brutally than he had in t
he
morning.  He would then feed the boy, bring him to the toilet one more
time, and then fasten him to the bed.



Ericï¿½s body soon began adapting to the routine.  It knew just when
it
was supposed to be hungry, just when it was supposed to piss and shit,
and just when to sleep and wake.  Initially, the boy often thought of
his home and family, and how he might be able to escape, but
eventually all those thoughts faded.  Ericï¿½s entire existence was p
ain
and rape, and soon that was all that ever filled his mind.



A few days after the boy was abducted, Roy gave him a chance to show
heï¿½d learned a lesson.  The cop told him he was going to remove the
hood, but Eric was to keep his eyes closed, or he would get a
punishment worse than anything he had yet received.  Eric obeyed.  He
had already learned to do anything he was told to keep the torture to
a minimum.   Roy then put a blindfold over the boyï¿½s eyes, and shav
ed
his head.  He didnï¿½t like the way this looked (the kid had beautifu
l
blond hair), but it would make it easier to keep him clean while
hooded, since he wouldnï¿½t have to wash the kidï¿½s
hair.  He
then
replaced the hood.  Once a week, Roy would remove the hood to wash the
boyï¿½s scalp.  Eric never opened his eyes during this process.  He h
ad
learned to obey Roy entirely, and tried never to make his master
angry.  He tried never to beg for mercy, but sometimes the pain was so
awful, he did so in spite of himself.  Roy would always respond with
some sadistic punishment, and the boyï¿½s lapses became fewer and
fewer.  He was becoming the perfect slave.



Just as Roy had predicted, Eric got to the point where all he wanted
was Royï¿½s approval.  Lying in the dark day after day, fearful and i
n
pain, Eric had nothing to latch onto to maintain his sanity, other
than the sound of Royï¿½s voice.  When Roy was happy with him, his vo
ice
would be much softer, his hands would gently caress the boyï¿½s body,
and the whippings and torture sessions would be less severe, though
still awful.  Eric also found that being fucked was preferable to
being whipped.  His ass had eventually loosened up a little, though
Royï¿½s cock was so big (and his fucking so brutal), that it was stil
l
agony with every thrust.  Still, it was better than being whipped.
Eric knew that he could not beg for mercy while being whipped, so he
began begging to be fucked, instead.  This pleased Roy immensely.



Roy kept Eric in a state of constant arousal.  During his exercise,
torture, and fuck sessions, Roy would often work the boyï¿½s cock and
prostate, bringing him just to the point of coming, then stop.  Roy
would do this three to five times a day.  He knew the body takes care
of itself, and if Ericï¿½s gonads needed to expel the built-up come,
it
would happen during sleep in a wet dream.  Still, Roy would let the
boy come about once every two weeks, just to remind him that he would
be rewarded for good behavior.  But even the orgasms would be part of
the training.  Roy would always crush the boyï¿½s balls in his hand j
ust
as he shot, causing him excruciating pain right at the moment of
release.  Ericï¿½s body was learning to associate pain with pleasure,
and (due to the constant stroking of his dick without release), after
a while, the boyï¿½s cock would be at least partly-hard almost all th
e
time.  Eric didnï¿½t even realize it, but his cock would begin to gro
w
as soon as he heard his master approaching, and it would get rock-hard
as soon as he felt Royï¿½s hands upon his body.  Soon, the whippings
had
the same effect.  Yes, the boy was becoming the perfect slave.






Chapter 11.    Roy knew that keeping Eric hooded and in the dark
helped break him and mold his mind to what Roy wanted, but he was also
dying to be able to look into the boyï¿½s eyes when he whipped and
tortured him.  Roy loved hearing men scream, but nothing was more of a
turn-on than looking into the eyes of a beautiful man, and seeing them
filled with pain and terror.  After about 6 weeks, he felt that the
boy had been trained well-enough to remove the hood.



Eric had imagined what his prison looked like during those 6 weeks,
but when the hood was removed, it was even more terrifying than he had
imagined.  The room was a large concrete rectangle, with a sink,
shower, and toilet in one corner, and the stock in another.  There
were hooks and pulleys all over the walls and ceiling, and several
padded benches and tables.  One entire wall was filled with whips and
other objects of torture.  Several of them had already been used on
Eric; many had not, though eventually heï¿½d come to experience
everything that was in the room.  Built into one corner of the room
was a jail cell... the iron bars and door looking exactly like what
youï¿½d see on TV or in the movies.  The boyï¿½s bed
was inside
this cell,
the metal frame bolted to the floor.  Sometimes, Roy would leave Eric
tied to the bars of the cell, instead of fastened to the bed.



That was how Eric was left one morning about 4 months after his
abduction.  His hair had grown back in, and Roy had brought him
outside a few times to maintain his tan.  Stretched tight against the
bars, the boyï¿½s muscles were visible in all their glory.  A thin sh
een
of perspiration covered his body.  He looked beautiful.



Eric heard the basement door open.  He wasnï¿½t even conscious of his
cock starting to swell in anticipation of Royï¿½s arrival.  But IT
WASNï¿½T ROY!  Ericï¿½s heart leapt with joy and
anticipation.
He was
going to be rescued!  He began whimpering and begging the stranger to
help him.



Had Eric not been looking down when he was being led to the police
car, he would have recognized this man as the one whoï¿½d gotten out
of
the cruiser and driven off in his Mustang.  This man was not here to
rescue Eric.  He was here to begin the next phase of the boyï¿½s
training.



Chapter 12.    If Jose had been able to see the man approaching Eric,
he would have been able to warn the kid of what was to come.  Jose
knew it only too well.  He had been the manï¿½s slave for just over t
wo
years now.  He had been the first one captured.



But Jose didnï¿½t know his master was with Eric.  Even if
heï¿½
d  known,
he would have been pre-occupied by his own situation.  Jose was tied
to HIS cell bars, all four limbs stretched as tight as could be.  His
cock, balls, and nipples ached.  They always ached.  He could feel his
pulse as they throbbed in unison.



Right now a 16-pound bowling ball was suspended from the ball
stretcher that had his balls stretched 4 inches from his body.  When
he was first abducted, his scrotum would barely stretch to two
inches.  His master had told him the ultimate goal would be to
permanently stretch the ballsac halfway down the latinoï¿½s thighs, a
nd
he was well on his way to doing it.






Sharp alligator-tit clamps were attached to Joseï¿½s nipples, and a
strong, thin nylon rope ran from each through a hook in the ceiling to
a 5-pound weight.  Joseï¿½s nipples had also been stretched and
elongated during his captivity.



There were also 4 alligator clips attached to the end of his foreskin,
one each at the top, bottom, and each side.  A one-pound weight was
attached to each.  Joseï¿½s foreskin used to barely cover his cockhea
d;
now it stretched out more than two inches beyond.



Jose had been left like this for hours.  His could hear his heartbeat
in the silent room.  His breath came in heaving gulps.  Each gulp made
the weights at his tits, cock, and balls swing just a little.

Jose moaned and tried not to move any part of his body.



Chapter 13.    Ericï¿½s joy at the thought of being rescued lasted al
l
of 5 seconds, until the man came over and viciously backhanded him
across the face.  Ericï¿½s head was spinning, he tasted blood, and
through his daze he heard the man say ï¿½I thought
youï¿½d been
trained
not to speak until spoken to.ï¿½  The boyï¿½s heart
sank as he
realized he
was not going to be rescued, and in fact now had a second man ready to
abuse him.  By the end of the night there would be four.



Chapter 14.    The four men had met at a leather convention about 4
years ago.  Actually, 2 of them already knew each other, and knew of
one of the others.  They were all from the same general part of the
state.  Roy had already known Ted (the lawyer) through legal
dealings.  Both had heard of Mike, whoï¿½d started his own constructi
on
company and built it into the largest in the area.  None of them knew
Bob (the man who was now about to torture Eric), as he was the newest
to the area, but during the course of the leather weekend the four men
eventually met and discovered how close they lived to each other.
They also discovered they had a lot in common.  Each one had thought
about abducting their ideal boy and torturing him into being a slave.
At first it seemed like just a shared fantasy, but the more they
talked and planned, the more they knew it could become a reality.



Ted and Mike were wealthy through their professions, as was Bob, who
was a surgeon.  Roy only made a small-town copï¿½s salary, but he had
come from ï¿½old moneyï¿½, and had several million
dollars tuck
ed away
from the trust fund heï¿½d received when he turned 21.



Using Mikeï¿½s knowledge of building on undeveloped land,
Tedï¿
½s
knowledge of the zoning laws, and Royï¿½s knowledge of where people d
id
and didnï¿½t go in the area, the four men bought large adjoining plot
s
of land out in the middle of nowhere.  The four plots combined to form
a square with almost a mile on each side.  No roads led to the area,
and nobody lived (or even stumbled past) within 5 miles on any side.



Mikeï¿½s construction company built each man a house on his plot of
land.  Having four houses to build (and provide plumbing, electricity,
and phone service to) made it more economical than if only one had
been built in such a desolate area.  It also made it seem a little
less curious to build 4 houses than one out in the middle of
nowhere... each of the four houses was a luxury retreat, and nobody
knew that the four owners knew each other.  They just seemed like four
wealthy men that wanted to get away from it all.






Once the houses were built, as well as a single access road (that had
locked gates at four points along it), Mike finished each house
himself, soundproofing each basement, building the jail cells, and
attaching all the hooks and pulleys.  Each basement became an
identical torture chamber.



At the point where the four properties met, Mike built a series of
outdoor stocks and other devices to restrain a man.  Each master would
occasionally bring his slave here for some outdoor activity (or in
Ericï¿½s case, to maintain that Speedo tan-line).  The slaves were
usually kept gagged when they were outside, but that really wasnï¿½t
necessary.  The sight was so isolated, nobody ever would have heard
them scream anyway.



Once the houses were finished, each man moved in.  They told each
other what kind of slave they were looking for, and each one kept an
eye out for potential victims.



Jose had been the first one abducted.  Eric was the last.  Now all
four men had their ideal slave.



Chapter 15.    Bob had been very successful in his practice, and had
always tried to give something back to the community.  Bi-lingual
since college, he volunteered one day a week in a free clinic that
dealt with many illegal aliens from Mexico and Cuba.   He got a warm
feeling from helping the less-fortunate, and considerably hotter
feelings from examining some of the young Hispanic men that would
occasionally come in for treatment.



Bob was 43, 6 feet tall, with a lean build.  He had black hair,
graying at the temples.  He looked very distinguished, and his warm
smile and caring eyes inspired trust.  He quickly gained a reputation
among the people in the community as kind, caring, and non-judgemental
about their resident status.  One day one of the young mothers heï¿½d
been treating came in to see him.  She was very upset, but it was not
herself she was concerned about.  Her younger brother had been working
as a gardener and had made the mistake of sleeping with a clientï¿½s
daughter, and now the client had called the police and accused him of
stealing something from the house.  Even if he could prove he didnï¿½
t
steal it, the INS would be called, and heï¿½d be deported.  She told
the
doctor he was hiding in the car outside, and asked him if there was
anything he could do to help.  Bob told her to bring the young man
inside.



When she returned with him, Bobï¿½s eyes almost popped out of his hea
d.
The kid was gorgeous.  He was 5' 9, with the naturally-muscular build
of someone who did manual labor.  He looked to be about 22, as there
were no lines yet around his large, deep-set brown eyes, or at the
corners of his full mouth.  His thick black hair was down to the base
of his neck in back, and spilled into his eyes in the front.  He had
to keep brushing it out of his face as he spoke quickly to the doctor
in Spanish, thanking him for agreeing to see him.  Bob had to take a
deep breath to keep his voice steady, but he smiled and asked the kid
his name.  The kid flashed a blinding smile in return and said his
name was Jose.



The young woman nervously asked the doctor if there was anyone he knew
who could help her brother.  Bob reassured her in his most calming
doctor voice that he did indeed know a man who might be able to help.
He asked for their address, and said heï¿½d have his friend stop by
tonight.  The man was a lawyer.  His name was Ted.




Chapter 16.    Ted got to the apartment at 6:30, as scheduled.  He
also spoke Spanish, and listened closely as Jose explained what had
happened.  Ted was explaining possible options to the family when
there was a knock at the door.  The young woman went to open it a
crack, and when she did, a policeman pushed his way inside.  He was
tall and very imposing.  He grabbed Jose by the arm and dragged him
out the door.  The kidï¿½s family began screaming in Spanish, but wer
e
afraid to follow in case there were more cops outside.  Joseï¿½s
frightened face was reflected in the copï¿½s sunglasses as he was
handcuffed and thrown into the back of the police car.



Back upstairs, Ted did the best he could to calm the family down and
reassure them that he would try to find out what was happening to
Jose.  Over the next few weeks, he and Bob both assured the young
woman repeatedly that they were contacting everyone they knew to try
to find her brother, but they were having no luck.  Of course, she
could not go to anybody else for help.  Besides, she trusted these
nice men who had tried to help them.  Eventually she gave up hope of
ever seeing her brother again, figuring heï¿½d been deported.  She
didnï¿½t know he was in the doctorï¿½s basement the
whole time,
less than
50 miles away.



Chapter 17.    Bob had no intention of keeping Jose hooded, and was
not interested in making the kid fall in love with him.  The main way
he wanted to use the kid wasnï¿½t even for sex,  though of course he
would do that, and very often.  No, Bob had other things in mind for
his new toy.



When Roy brought Jose downstairs, the kidï¿½s eyes widened at the sit
e
of the man his sister had brought him to see that morning.  Bob smiled
at him again, but this time the smile was cold and frightening.  Bob
had Roy help him strip the kid and stretch him tightly across the bars
of the cell, securing him at both wrists and ankles, and around his
knees, thighs, chest, and stomach.  Jose couldnï¿½t move at all.  As
Roy
turned to leave, he turned to Bob and said ï¿½Have
fun!ï¿½  Bob
intended
to.  He gave the kid the same speech in Spanish that Eric would one
day hear in English, but left out the part about the captive falling
in love with the captor.  Bob didnï¿½t care HOW Jose felt about him,
just as long as he reacted to everything Bob did to him.



The doctor began by taking some measurements.  He measured the size of
Joseï¿½s nipples, and his flaccid cock and foreskin.  Jamming his fin
ger
past the kidï¿½s clenched sphincter, he found his prostate and roughl
y
began stimulating it.  Jose quickly grew hard, and Bob took the
appropriate measurements.  Lastly, he took the kidï¿½s balls in his
hand.  All the while, the kid had been babbling in Spanish and begging
to be released.  Bob squeezed the kidï¿½s balls tightly and screamed
ï¿½SILENCIO!ï¿½  Jose writhed in shocked silence. 
Bob loosened
his grip
and gently tugged the kidï¿½s nuts to the base of his scrotum.
Measuring the gap between the kidï¿½s body and his balls at just abou
t 2
inches, Bob reached for a leather ball stretcher, and snapped it in
place, trapping the kidï¿½s balls as far away from his body as they
would go.  Joseï¿½s nuts had never been free of some kind of stretchi
ng
device since.






Bob had measured the circumference of the kidï¿½s foreskin at 3 and a
half inches as it stretched around his cockhead.  Going over to his
work area, he found a stainless steel cock ring that measured three
and three quarter inches around.  He dragged a stool in front of the
helplessly-bound hunk and brought his medical bag over.  Lifting
Joseï¿½s now-flaccid cock, Bob forced the cockring inside the kidï
¿½s
foreskin, stretching it, wrapping the edges around the ring, and
making the kid scream in agony.  Bob just smiled and reached into his
bag.  He pulled out a surgical needle and sutures, and began stitching
the ring in place inside the kidï¿½s foreskin.  He used no anesthesia
,
and Jose shrieked with each new puncture the needle made.  Bob would
generally leave the cockring sewn in for a few days, stretching the
foreskinï¿½s circumference.  Then heï¿½d remove the
stitches an
d pull the
ring out.  For the next few days, heï¿½d let the foreskin heal, then
begin a few days of hanging weights from it.  Then it would be back to
the cockring.  Two years later, Bob was using a cockring nearly 5
inches in circumference.



Chapter 18.    Bob loved experimenting to see how far the human body
could be pushed.  In addition to everything he did to stretch Joseï¿½
s
tits, scrotum, and foreskin, he also loved testing the limits of how
much weight they could support.  Every day brought new weights and
more excruciating ways of attaching them.  And being a skilled
surgeon, Bob knew how to cause as much pain as possible without
causing any permanent damage.



He also loved to see how the body dealt with intense bondage, and he
was by far the most inventive of the four masters when it came to
finding ways to torment his slave.  His favorite idea had been to put
Jose on a liquid diet for a few days, clean him out with multiple
enemas (always with cold sparkling water to add to the discomfort),
then plug him with a thick butt plug and mummify him from head to toe
with only his cock and balls exposed.  Bob would leave Joseï¿½s nostr
ils
clear, and run a tube into his mouth before sealing it off with duct
tape.  The tube ran into a catheter, and Bob would insert the catheter
into the boyï¿½s cock and tape it in place.  Jose had been made drink
a
large amount of water beforehand, insuring a very full bladder.  Every
time the boy had to piss, it would travel through the tube and into
his mouth.  Jose had no choice except to swallow, otherwise he would
have drowned.  The piss would then run through his kidneys, and the
cycle would begin again.  Each time the piss would taste a little more
vile.  The first time Bob had done this, he left the kid that way for
2 hours.  That figure had increased over time until Jose was left
mummified for 24 hours at a time.  Every muscle in his body would
cramp and he would be in horrible agony.  Sometimes, just for fun, Bob
would clamp the catheter tube shut by using a sharp alligator-clamp on
Joseï¿½s piss-slit.  Other times, heï¿½s pick up the
tool docto
rs use to
tap your knees and elbows to test reflexes, and heï¿½d begin tapping
the
boyï¿½s exposed nuts... very lightly at first, then harder and harder
.
Jose couldnï¿½t even writhe around in agony because he was mummified.
He just laid there trapped and screaming inside his taped-shut mouth.
Bob loved having a slave of his very own.



This was the man who was now preparing to work on Eric.



Chapter 19.    Bob had only seen Eric that one time the day the kid
had been abducted.    Roy had been getting very frustrated about being
the last one without a slave, especially since heï¿½d helped the othe
rs
get theirs.  Bob had agreed to go along with him when Roy cruised the
deserted roads looking for a potential victim.  Heï¿½d had ether and
a
tranquilizing shot ready if necessary, but Eric had been secured so
easily that they werenï¿½t even needed.  Bob
hadnï¿½t gotten a
good look
at the kid then, but liked what he saw before him now.






He went over to Royï¿½s assortment of
ï¿½toysï¿½ and pick
ed up a long burlap
strip, about three-quarters of an inch wide.  He wet the strip in the
sink in the corner, then approached the quivering captive secured
helplessly to the cell bars.  Pulling a stool in front of Eric, he sat
down and grasped the boyï¿½s nuts in his hand, kneading them gently.
He
pulled them down as far as they would go, and began wrapping the
burlap around the kidï¿½s scrotum until his balls were trapped at the
base.  Taking a handful of gravel heï¿½d scooped up from the driveway
out of his pocket, he sprinkled a few bits on the kidï¿½s nuts.  He t
hen
tightly encased the nuts in the burlap, sprinkling in a little more
gravel as he wrapped them.  The jagged bits of gravel were pressed
sharply into Ericï¿½s balls, subjecting him to a pain different than
any
heï¿½d felt before.



Bob then reached through the bars and around to the kidï¿½s ass,
inserting a finger to stimulate his prostate.  He began stroking
Ericï¿½s cock, and it became hard almost immediately.  Wrapping the
burlap up around the scrotum again, he then wrapped the cock, dropping
in a little more gravel, and leaving only the head exposed.  He
secured the burlap with tape; it was tight enough that the kid would
not lose his erection, no matter what Bob did to him.



This was Bobï¿½s favorite slow-torture (along with mummifying Jose).
Wet burlap contracts as it dries, and as it did, it would squeeze
Ericï¿½s cock and balls even more, grinding the jagged bits of gravel
deeper and deeper into them.  The boyï¿½s exposed cock-head would act
like the timer on a Thanksgiving turkey... just like you know the
turkeyï¿½s done by seeing when the button pops out, Bob would know wh
en
to unwrap the cock just before permanent damage was done by keeping an
eye on the color of the exposed head.  When it reached the right shade
of deep purple, the cock was ready to be unwrapped... but that would
not be for another hour or two, at least.



Bob had a few ideas about how to fill the time until then...



Chapter 20.    When Roy came home, he headed straight for the
basement.  He couldnï¿½t wait to see what Bob was doing to Eric.  He
found the boy still secured to the bars.  A vacuum pump was humming
noisily, and tubes were running from it to each of Ericï¿½s nipples.
It
had been on for quite some time, and they were being stretched further
than Roy had ever pulled them.  Bob was sitting on the stool in front
of the kid, tapping his nuts with a thin plastic rod.  Eric was
moaning and thrashing with each tap.  Roy couldnï¿½t see it, but Bob
had
also worked a fat butt plug with rubber spikes up the kidï¿½s ass.



It only took Roy a few seconds to take in the scene, but he got a
raging hard-on in that short time.  He gave Bob a friendly ï¿½Hello
ï¿½,
then walked over to his slave.  Ericï¿½s hair had grown in nicely, an
d
Roy ran his fingers affectionately through it.



ï¿½Has my slave been behaving himself?ï¿½ he asked
Bob.



ï¿½Well, he started off on the wrong foot by speaking to me without
permission, but heï¿½s been a good boy since then.  He even begged me
to
fuck him when I put the vacuum tubes on his tits and again when I was
whipping his cock-head with a riding crop.  I figured a spiked butt
plug would make him just as happy, but Iï¿½ll probably oblige him lat
er
on tonight.  Do you want to do anything to him right now?ï¿½






Roy had been rubbing his enormous hard-on during this exchange, but
said heï¿½d rather go upstairs for a quick workout (he had an extensi
ve
home gym) and dinner.  He invited Bob to join him.  Bob turned off the
pump and said ï¿½Just let me finish up here and
Iï¿½ll join you
... your
workouts take a lot longer than mine, anyway.ï¿½  Bob pulled the tube
s
off Ericï¿½s painfully-stretched nipples and reached for a whip to us
e
on them as Roy climbed the stairs.  Eric was just beginning to shriek
as Roy closed the basement door behind him.



Chapter 21.    The two men finished their workout, and were having
dinner when Mike and Ted arrived.  The four men sat around the dinner
table good-naturedly discussing how their days went.  They were all on
their second or third beers when Roy suggested they take the party
downstairs.



The four men stripped and neatly folded their clothes.  Roy was rock-
hard again, and his cock was already dripping pre-cum in anticipation
of this next phase of Ericï¿½s training.  The other men were in vario
us
states of semi-arousal, and provided quite an array of masculine
sexuality.



Bobï¿½s lean, tight body was nearly hairless, and he had a thin seven
and a half inch cock.  Roy had seen each of the men naked during the
times theyï¿½d gang-banged each otherï¿½s slaves,
and he always
wondered
if Bobï¿½s fascination with stretching Joseï¿½s
foreskin had an
ything to
do with the fact that the doctor was circumcized.  He never bothered
to ask, though.  Each man had his own turn-ons, and each man had his
own unique way of tormenting his slave.  Roy was into whipping and
brutal fucking; he loved using his monster cock as an implement of
torture.  Bob, of course, was into stretching limits (and body
parts).



Ted was the oldest of the four, and the smallest physically, but he
was in great shape.  At 46 years old, and standing only 5'8, he still
made quite an impressive appearance in the expensive suits  he wore to
court.  The most classicly-handsome of the four, he had jet-black hair
and green eyes that could go from warm and trust-worthy to cold and
merciless in an instant... in other words, a typical lawyer.  Standing
naked in Royï¿½s dining room, Ted still made quite an impressive
appearance.  Though not nearly as muscular as Roy, Ted had almost as
little body-fat as the massive cop, and washboard abs that rivaled
those of the boy being held captive in the basement. He had a
sprinkling of chest-hair curling along his pecs, then a line of hair
running down his abs to his pelvis.  His cock was the shortest of the
four, barely over 6 inches, but it was almost as thick as Royï¿½s, an
d
despite being the oldest, he was always the first one to get hard
again after an orgasm.  He was also the last one hard at the end of
their gang-bang sessions.  Ted could come 5 or 6 times a night if he
was really turned on, and his slaveï¿½s jaw often ached all night fro
m
sucking his masterï¿½s thick cock multiple times during an evening.
Ted
was a master of electrical torture and fist-fucking, and he became
even more efficient at those activities once he had a doctor available
to tell him just how much he could safely do. He couldnï¿½t wait to
introduce Eric to those new sensations.






Mike was 40, and had the natural beefy build of a person whoï¿½d work
ed
hard in the construction business for 20 years.  He was 6'1, and 210
pounds, with love handles and a bit of a beer gut.  He wasnï¿½t
handsome, but was so masculine and rugged-looking that he oozed
sexuality from his rough, calloused fingers to his worn leather
workboots.  He had Robert Redfordï¿½s coloring... Golden blond hair,
and
blue eyes, but thick, dark fur covering his chest and forearms.  His
cock was slightly more than average width, but 9 inches long, and he
had huge, low-hanging balls that created an impressive bulge in the
skin-tight jeans that he always wore.  When he went out to bars, Mike
always wore a leather vest with no shirt and a pair of jeans worn down
to practically white at the crotch.  A black hanky was always dangling
from the left rear pocket of his jeans, announcing to anyone that
looked at his big, beefy ass that he was a top into heavy S&M.  He
never had trouble picking up hot young men looking to be a slave to a
real, masculine daddy-type, but heï¿½d longed for a slave he could tr
uly
make his own.  Mikeï¿½s slave had undergone the most profound change
of
them all, but weï¿½ll talk about that later.  Right now, the men were
ready to head downstairs...



Chapter 22.    Bob had left Eric bound to the bed.  Figuring the kidï¿
½s
training session would last most of the night, and that nobody would
want to stop at any point to let the kid piss, Bob had unwrapped the
burlap, then catheterized Eric before he went upstairs, so that his
bladder could be emptied at any time, anywhere in the basement.  Roy
had never done anything like this to the kid, so the catheterization
was a whole new experience for Eric.  He screamed at the top of his
lungs as it invaded his piss-slit.  Bobï¿½s cock twitched in his pant
s
as he forced the catheter all the way in, then taped it in place.  He
then pinched off the tube with an alligator clip on the tip of the
boyï¿½s tortured cock.  The kid looked so hot, Bob wanted to rape his
mouth right then and there.  Heï¿½d have to wait, though... This was
Royï¿½s slave, and he would be the one to take the
boyï¿½s oral
cherry.
Bob adjusted his stiff cock in his pants, and went to join Roy for
their workout and dinner.



Eric laid there alone in his prison, suffering this new torture,
wondering what would come next.  How much more awful would it be with
TWO men abusing him?  He cried softly, and tried not to think about
it.  When he heard the basement door open, he began to shake in fear.
He heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, then excited voices.  More
than one.  More than two!  The bed was positioned so Eric could not
see who was coming; the voices approached and the boy looked up to see
four very horny men with rock-hard cocks looking down at him.  The
terror was evident in his eyes.  The four men agreed that he looked
incredibly hot, and each began to stroke himself.  Roy freed the boy
from the bed, and removed the leg irons from his ankles.  It was the
first time since his abduction that Eric was not bound or secured in
any way.



ï¿½All right, boy...ï¿½, the massive cop said, his
cock drippin
g with
anticipation, ï¿½time to expand your horizons...ï¿½



Chapter 23.    Roy led Eric out of the cell by his elbow, and brought
him to the center of the room; the other men followed.  The spiked
butt-plug was still up the kidï¿½s ass, and he waddled uncomfortably
as
he walked.  Roy stepped back a few feet and ordered the quivering hunk
to get on his knees, clasp his hands behind his back, and keep his
head down, looking at the floor.  Eric immediately obeyed his master.



ï¿½Youï¿½ve probably been wondering why I
havenï¿½t made
you suck my cock
yet, boy.ï¿½  Eric HAD occasionally wondered about that, but just
figured it was the one small horror he was going to be spared.  The
kid had figured wrong.  Eric continued to stare at the floor; his
chest rose and fell as his breathing got heavier from fear.






Roy continued; ï¿½I wanted to make sure you were well-trained and
completely broken before I stuck anything in your mouth.  It was
important that you be conditioned to exist solely to seek my approval,
so I didnï¿½t want any of my friends here visiting you.  Since you
thought nobody knew you were here, you could have bitten me, or done
something else desperate, figuring if you incapacitated me, thereï¿½d
be
nobody to retaliate.  Now that Iï¿½ve gotten you trained as well as I
have, itï¿½s time to move on to the next phase of your conditioning.
Tonight you will learn to use your mouth on all parts of a manï¿½s bo
dy,
and to please him in many new ways.  From now on, any of my friends
here can come use you whenever they want, and you will call them
Master and obey them completely, as you would me.  If you ever try to
bite or hurt any of us, you can be sure that the other three will make
what youï¿½ve experienced in this room so far seem like a walk in the
park compared to how you would spend the rest of your days.  Now crawl
over here in front of me on your knees.ï¿½  The boy obeyed immediatel
y,
crawling over to the cop and stopping just in front of him.  Ericï¿½s
eyes never rose from the ground, but he could see the copï¿½s shadow
on
the floor-- he was stroking his massive meat.  Royï¿½s voice was grow
ing
husky with lust.



ï¿½STAND UP!ï¿½  Eric rose to his feet, never
raising his eyes
or
unclasping his hands from behind his back.  The other men were quite
impressed with his subservience.



Eric was shaking with fear.  He was standing right in front of his
captor, and could smell the strong, masculine scent coming from his
armpits.  Even with his eyes on the floor, Eric could just make out
the sweat dripping down the copï¿½s rippled, furry abdomen.  Despite
his
terror, the boyï¿½s cock became semi-aroused just from being in his
masterï¿½s presence and hearing his voice.  The others were again
impressed at how well-trained he truly was.



Roy reached out his massive hand, and put it to the back of Ericï¿½s
head, pulling the kid towards him.  He grabbed the boyï¿½s head with
both hands and suddenly drew the kidï¿½s lips to his.  He began kissi
ng
the surprised boy, but this was no soft, gentle kiss.  This was a
savage, aggressive assault.  Eric was in shock, and completely
disgusted, but heï¿½d been trained so well that he offered no resista
nce
at all.  When Roy pressed his tongue to the boyï¿½s lips, Eric
immediately opened his mouth to accept it.  The cop plunged his tongue
deep into his slaveï¿½s mouth and explored every inch within.  Eric
ï¿½s
head was spinning, his chin was getting scratched from Royï¿½s 5
oï
¿½clock
shadow... and his cock was now rock-hard!  Roy had conditioned him
very well, indeed.



Chapter 24.    Roy pulled his tongue out of Ericï¿½s mouth and ordere
d
him back to his knees.  The boy instantly obeyed.  He had never
unclasped his hands, and his eyes remained focused on the floor.



ï¿½Look at my cock,ï¿½ Roy ordered.  Eric looked up
to see the
cop
stroking the massive organ; a thin stream of pre-cum was hanging from
the end of it, and fell to the floor just as Eric looked up.




ï¿½Now crawl right in front of me and beg me to let you kiss it.ï
¿½  Eric
crawled forward until the giant phallus was right in front of his
face.  With his voice quivering, and tears in his eyes, Eric said
ï¿½Please may I kiss your cock, Master?ï¿½  There
hadnï¿½
t been even a
moment of hesitation, just instantaneous obeyance.  Roy smiled and
said ï¿½Yes, boy, you may.  Kiss the head first... right on the tip.
ï¿½
Eric leaned forward and kissed the giant purple mushroom.  When he
pulled back, a gob of pre-cum was dangling from his lips.  The three
men watching began stroking their cocks even faster.



Roy commanded the boy to kiss his cock from the tip all the way to the
base, and Eric complied immediately.  He could smell the musk rising
from the copï¿½s groin.  When he got down to the base of
Royï¿½
s cock, the
cop ordered him to lick his balls.  Eric began to do so, tasting Royï¿
½s
sweat.  The copï¿½s scent filled Ericï¿½s nostrils. 
Roy moaned
, and threw
his head back in ecstasy.  He made the boy lick up and down his shaft,
and then work on his balls again.  Roy had been waiting four months
for this, and he wasnï¿½t going to rush it.  He was going to enjoy ev
ery
second.  Finally, he could wait no more.  It was time for the boy to
suck his first cock.



Chapter 25.    ï¿½Okay, boy, itï¿½s time for you to
learn how t
o suck a
cock.  Open wide!ï¿½



Eric stopped licking Royï¿½s balls, and opened his mouth as far as it
would go.  He was still on his knees, with his hands behind his back.
Roy grabbed a handful of blond hair, and guided his cock to the kidï¿
½s
waiting mouth.  The head alone was enough to fill it completely, and
Eric began to choke as Roy pushed in further.  The cop stopped
pushing, and let Eric get accustomed to the sensation.  Holding him by
the hair now with both hands, Roy began slowly fucking the boyï¿½s
mouth, getting his cock in about an inch and a half past the head.
Eric was gagging occasionally, and scraped the copï¿½s cock with his
teeth a few times, but Roy was in heaven anyway.



ï¿½Thatï¿½s a good start, boy, but I
donï¿½t intend to al
ways be the one
doing the work, fucking your face.  You must learn to service me.  Now
bring your hands around to my cock, and start sucking and stroking
me.  Iï¿½m sure youï¿½ve had your share of blowjobs
from enthus
iastic
little cunts in high school.  Just remember your best one and try to
imitate it.ï¿½



Eric was so terrified, and so traumatized at the thought of what he
was doing, that he could only react on instinct.  And by now, heï¿½d
been conditioned so well that his only instinct was to do whatever he
could to please his master.  He brought his hands to the copï¿½s
engorged pole and began stroking it, then began sucking on the giant
head that filled his mouth and was making his jaw ache.  He swirled
his tongue around the head as much as he could, and tried to remember
what had felt good when this was being done to him.  At first, Eric
was just trying to avoid punishment, but something else soon came over
him.  In his desperation to earn his masterï¿½s approval, sucking Roy
ï¿½s
cock became the only thing in the world that mattered to him, and the
guttural moaning and husky ï¿½Oh Yeah, Babyï¿½
comments coming
from the
cop only spurred him on more.  As he sucked and sucked for all he was
worth, Eric found himself getting more and more turned on, and if he
hadnï¿½t been concentrating so hard on what he was doing he would hav
e
noticed that his cock was now achingly hard.  The catheter was still
in place, and the tube was bobbing up and down as Eric sucked and
sucked.  Even if he HAD noticed his hard-on, the boy had been trained
so well that he would never have even thought of touching it.






Roy let out a deep moan.  ï¿½Fuck, Iï¿½m getting
close!ï¿
½  With that, he
grabbed Eric by the ears.  He began fucking the boyï¿½s mouth violent
ly,
as Eric desperately tried to keep sucking and to keep his teeth away
from the huge phallus.  Tears filled the boyï¿½s eyes as the copï
¿½s
fucking grew more and more frenzied.  Suddenly, Roy let out a roar and
rammed his cock half-way down the kidï¿½s throat. 
Ericï¿½s eye
s bulged
out of his head, and he began to choke. The massive cock filled his
mouth so completely that he couldnï¿½t even tighten his jaw, so Roy
wasnï¿½t getting scraped by the kidï¿½s teeth.  He
held the boy
ï¿½s head
with an iron grip as he pumped in and out and shot spurt after spurt
of hot jism down Ericï¿½s formerly-virgin throat.  Just as the boy
thought heï¿½d pass out, Roy withdrew his cock.  Eric slumped to the
floor, gasping for breath.  The three men whoï¿½d been watching burst
into applause, hooting and hollering their approval.  Eric was shaking
and crying, but at least it was over!  His heart sank as he heard his
master say ï¿½Okay, who wants to go next?ï¿½



Chapter 26.    As Ted watched Roy rape the teenï¿½s mouth, he stroked
his cock and thought of his own slave.  Jamal had been on a tour of
Floridaï¿½s top universities when heï¿½d gotten a
flat tire in
an isolated
part of the state.  He was starting to change the tire when an
expensive luxury car pulled up, and the driver (a handsome, well-
dressed white man in his 40s) offered his assistance.  The man even
said heï¿½d call the police to get some more help.  He made a call on
his cellphone, then went to help Jamal.  He had a big smile on his
face as he rolled up his sleeves and helped the kid change the tire.



Roy showed up almost immediately.  5 minutes later, Jamal had been
secured, Ted had hidden his own car behind a grove of trees, and the
excited lawyer had driven Jamalï¿½s car away to dispose of it where i
t
would never be found.



Jamal was a great high school football player, and had a chance to
become a world-class athlete with the right coaching.  He had
certainly become a world-class cocksucker in the 18 months since his
abduction.  Of course, Roy had had a little something to do with
that.



While visiting Ted a few days after Jamal had been captured, Roy
decided he wanted a blowjob. He was roughly fucking the kidï¿½s mouth
when he complained to Ted that Jamalï¿½s teeth kept getting in the wa
y.
Ted (whose cock was almost as fat as the copï¿½s) replied that he had
the same problem.  Roy said ï¿½You ought to let me knock out a few of
his teeth, so they wonï¿½t get in the way when he sucks
dick.ï¿
½  Ted told
him to go ahead, and the cop threw a couple of devastating punches
squarely to the kidï¿½s mouth.  The four front top and bottom teeth w
ere
knocked out of Jamalï¿½s mouth.  Ted was never troubled by scraping
teeth again.



Jamal was 6' 2", with broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow
waist.  Even with forced exercise, he would lose some of his size
during his captivity, but he would always be a strong young man.  He
was handsome, even with his teeth knocked out, with a broad nose,
square jaw, and large, full lips.  His skin was dark brown, and he was
hung like a horse-- long, thick, and uncut.  Bob had had a few fun
sessions with Jamalï¿½s foreskin since his capture.  The kid had huge
,
muscular thighs and a big, beefy butt.  Ted particularly liked to fuck
that butt, riding the kid as hard as he could.  Heï¿½d often head
downstairs as soon as he got home, not even bothering to change out of
his suit before he did.  Whenever he did that, heï¿½d pull his belt f
rom
his pants, then fold it in half and use it to whip the kid as he
fucked him, like a jockey whipping his horse to the finish line.






Due to Jamalï¿½s size and strength, Ted had needed a lot of help
handling him in the beginning.  Since Bob was the only one with a
slave at that point, Mike and Roy were only too happy to come over
often and help the lawyer train his captive.  Jamal was soon
swallowing 5 or 6 loads of cum a day, and often taking just as many up
his ass.  He always fought hard, but was never in a position to escape
or harm any of his tormentors, and he was always punished mercilessly
for his struggles.  Ted used to invite the others over for
demonstrations of how to torture a man with electricity.  After
numerous sessions where his balls, dick, and asshole were made to feel
like they were on fire, Jamal was completely broken.  He stopped
struggling, and Ted was soon able to handle him without help from the
others.  That didnï¿½t stop the electrical sessions.  Ted had acquire
d a
lot of equipment over the years, and he loved seeing his slaveï¿½s bo
dy
spasming and jerking uncontrollably as he shot another jolt of
electricity into the bound and helpless young man.  Jamal would scream
himself hoarse and be on the verge of collapse when Ted would finish.
Ted was always rock-hard at the end of these sessions, and heï¿½d fol
low
up by raping the big studï¿½s ass or mouth.



Since Ted could regain his hard-on so quickly, and come so often (and
since Mike and Roy were always there to lend a hand or a hard cock),
Jamal soon became an expert cocksucker.  He also became used to having
large objects up his ass.  Mike, Ted and Roy loved fucking him as hard
as they could, and Bob actually had to suture small tears in the boyï¿
½s
rectum a couple of times.



Once the boyï¿½s hole began to loosen up and get used to accomodating
large objects, Ted began fisting him several times a week.  Heï¿½d be
nd
the boy over a padded table, securing his ankles to the back legs,
then pull on his arms until they were practically popping out of their
sockets.  Heï¿½d then bind the kidï¿½s wrists to the
front legs
of the
table.  After whipping Jamalï¿½s ass to loosen up his arm muscles, Te
d
would begin his invasion.  He was never gentle, and Jamal would
practically lose his voice from screaming by the time Tedï¿½s fist wa
s
buried up his hole.  Ted had already been an experienced fister, but
Jamal screamed so much, the lawyer worried at first that he was doing
permanent damage.  He consulted Bob, and the doctor instructed him on
just how much the  rectum and sphincter could stretch.  His fears
assuaged, Ted began getting more and more aggressive with his
fisting.  He invited Roy over and invited the cop to work his enormous
hand up the captive running backï¿½s chute.  Jamal screamed like neve
r
before the first time Roy fisted him.  6 months after Jamal had been
captured, Ted was able to get his arm in up to the mid-forearm, and
Royï¿½s fist went in with barely a struggle.  Now, after 18 months, T
ed
regularly got both fists up the boyï¿½s stretched-out hole.



Ted thought about all of this as he watched Roy take Ericï¿½s oral
cherry.  Ted had held off coming for a couple of days in anticipation
of tonight, and he fully expected to come at least 6 times during the
evening.  In between orgasms, he intended to initiate the boy into the
world of electricity and fisting.  Yeah, the fun was just beginning.
Tonight was going to be a long night.  Ted heard Roy ask who wanted to
use Ericï¿½s mouth next.  Stroking his red, swollen cock, Ted stepped
forward and prepared to give the blond beauty his second taste of
cock.






Chapter 27.    Eric was still sprawled on the floor, his chest heaving
as he tried to catch his breath.  Ted stepped over to the boy, grabbed
a handful of hair, and pulled him back to his knees.  He guided the
boyï¿½s face to his crotch, and Eric opened his mouth without even be
ing
told to.  Ted rammed his cock in as far as it would go, and Eric
immediately began to gag.  He felt his tonsils being pounded, and his
stomach begin to heave, but there was nothing he could do except try
to not to puke and do anything he had to in order to please the man
who was now raping his mouth. He wrapped his arms around the lawyerï¿
½s
muscular legs and held on for dear life as his face was pounded
mercilessly.



Ted fucked the boyï¿½s mouth furiously.  Despite
Ericï¿½s best
efforts,
his teeth kept scraping the lawyerï¿½s thick tool, and Ted found hims
elf
wishing Roy would knock out some of the kidï¿½s teeth.  He knew that
would never happen, though; Roy had clearly fallen in love with his
slave, and as much as the cop would enjoy watching other men abusing
the kid and making him scream, Ted knew heï¿½d never let them do
anything to permanently mar the young manï¿½s handsome face or flawle
ss
body.  Ted sighed, and fucked on, wincing occasionally as Ericï¿½s te
eth
scraped him, but enjoying the young manï¿½s struggles to please him
nevertheless.



After a few minutes, Tedï¿½s body stiffened, and he grabbed the back
of
Ericï¿½s head, ramming his cock in to the hilt, burying
Ericï¿½
s nose in
his thick, wiry pubes.  Tedï¿½s cock was even further down the
boyï
¿½s
throat than Royï¿½s had gotten, and Eric truly thought he was going t
o
choke to death.  He began to panic as Ted shot wave after wave of cum
down his throat, all the while keeping the boyï¿½s head smashed again
st
his crotch.  In his panic, Eric raised his hands to try to push
himself away from Tedï¿½s groin.  Immediately, the lawyer pulled his
cock from the kidï¿½s mouth and smacked him across the face, sending
him
sprawling to the floor.  ï¿½Youï¿½re going to pay
for that, mot
herfucker.
You were told never to resist any of us in any way.  I donï¿½t know i
f
your master will punish you for it, but I sure will.  This was already
going to be a long night for you, and you just made sure itï¿½s going
to
get a little longer.  Iï¿½m going to hold off on that until later,
though, because I see my two friends here are waiting patiently for
their turns.ï¿½



Eric looked over and saw Mike and Bob smiling broadly, and stroking
their dicks, each one already slick with precum. Tears began rolling
down his cheeks as Bob stepped forward to take his position in front
the boy.  Roy beamed silently; the training was going beautifully.



Chapter 28.    As soon as Bob stepped in front of him, Eric opened his
mouth to receive the surgeonï¿½s meat.  Bobï¿½s thin
cock was a
ctually a
relief to Eric.  After the tremendous girth of Royï¿½s and
Tedï¿
½s tools,
Eric found he could suck the doctor without choking or scraping him
with his teeth.  Bob was content to just relax and let Eric do all the
work.  He held the boyï¿½s head with both hands, but
didnï¿½t m
ove his
hips at all.  Eric sucked and slurped, saliva drooling out of his
mouth and down to the floor.  Bob sighed; the kid was a natural!
After only a few minutes, the doctor shot his load; heï¿½d been hard
the
whole time he was torturing the boy earlier, and his tremendous orgasm
actually left him weak-kneed for a moment.  He pulled his softening
cock from Ericï¿½s mouth and made the boy lick it clean.  He smiled
broadly and told Mike ï¿½I think youï¿½re going to
like this on
e...ï¿½



Mike took his place in front Eric, and the boy immediately noticed
something different about this tormentor...  he was uncircumcized.
Mike told the boy to just stay on his knees and stare at his cock.
The beefy construction magnate stroked his meat slowly, sliding the
foreskin back and forth across the glistening head.  Mike had looked
forward to this for a long time, and had prepared a special treat for
the boy-- he hadnï¿½t washed his dick in weeks, and there was a nice
buildup of cheese inside his foreskin.  Eric was going to have the
pleasure of cleaning Mikeï¿½s dick with his tongue.




Mike slid his foreskin all the way forward, and stretched the opening
with his fingers.  He commanded the kneeling boy to lean forward and
stick his tongue inside.  Eric did so and immediately thought he was
going to throw up.  The taste and smell were awful, and he recoiled
visibly.  Mike smiled, and told the boy to work his tongue in as far
as he could and get every last bit of cheese out of there if he wanted
to avoid punishment.  Eric tried to hold his breath as he flicked his
tongue around and around.   Finally, Mike was ready to fuck the kidï¿
½s
face, and he grabbed Ericï¿½s head by the ears and started ramming in
and out.  Though Mikeï¿½s cock was barely thicker than
Bobï¿½s,
it was
longer, and he was much rougher and more aggressive than the doctor
had been.  Ericï¿½s jaw ached from the four consecutive assaults, and
he
was afraid he wouldnï¿½t be able to keep sucking much longer.  He did
nï¿½t
even want to THINK about what would happen if he stopped pleasing
these men.  He tried to ignore the pain in his jaw, and continued
sucking.  Fortunately for him, Mike was very turned on and came
quickly.



Eric swallowed Mikeï¿½s load, then licked inside and around the man
ï¿½s
foreskin, as the contractor commanded him to.  Mikeï¿½s cock was
softening inside the kidï¿½s mouth, but he didnï¿½t
pull it out
.  Instead,
he turned to Roy and smiled.  ï¿½May I?ï¿½, he
asked.  The cop
responded
ï¿½Go ahead.ï¿½  Mikeï¿½s smile
grew as he spoke to the e
xhausted lad.



ï¿½Okay, slaveboy, I have another treat for you.  You
didnï¿½t
seem to
like my head-cheese that much, so Iï¿½m going to give you something t
o
wash it down with.  Iï¿½m going to piss in your mouth now, and if you
donï¿½t swallow every drop, Iï¿½m going to beat the
crap out of
you.  When
I start, just pretend youï¿½re sucking on a straw. 
Iï¿½ll try
to let it
out slowly at first, so you can get used to it, but Iï¿½ve been holdi
ng
this in for you for hours, so thereï¿½s gonna be a lot.  Are you read
y,
boy?ï¿½



Eric just looked up at Mike.  With the manï¿½s cock still in his mout
h,
all he could do was nod.  He tried to mumble ï¿½Yes,
Masterï¿½,
but the
words were unintelligible.  Mike knew what the kid was trying to say
and smiled; he closed his eyes and waited for that incredible
sensation of a post-orgasmic piss.  Mike had always loved that
feeling, but it was indescribably better when his cock was encased in
a warm, wet mouth at the time.  He began to let his bitter liquid flow
into the kidï¿½s mouth.  Eric almost vomited, but
heï¿½d gotten
through
everything else, and he was going to get though this.  At least this
didnï¿½t hurt!  Despite the awful taste of Mikeï¿½s
piss, Eric
barely even
minded this new degradation.  At least for a few minutes he wasnï¿½t
being hurt.



Mike drained his bladder, then shook off the last drops in the kidï¿½
s
face, having him lick inside the foreskin one more time before he
stepped back.  Eric figured before anyone even said anything that heï¿
½d
have to swallow all the other menï¿½s piss, too.  He
wasnï¿½t w
rong.



Chapter 29.    Ted was hard again.  He wanted to fuck the kid, but
also owed him a punishment for trying to push him away while heï¿½d h
ad
raped his mouth.  He asked Roy if he could have a little fun with the
boy.  Roy gave his permission, and Ted asked the others to secure the
kid tightly to the bars of his cell while he went up to his car to get
some equipment heï¿½d brought.  The others were happy to oblige.  The
y
loved Tedï¿½s little electo-torture shows.






While Ted was out at the car, Bob remarked that the kidï¿½s bladder m
ust
be ready to burst by now, and he picked up the catheter tube, which
still hung from the kidï¿½s dick like a thin, plastic tail.  Holding
the
end up for Eric to see, Bob asked the boy if he needed to piss.  Eric
nodded, and said ï¿½Yes, Masterï¿½.  Bob smiled and
stuck the t
ube in the
kidï¿½s mouth.  ï¿½Remember,ï¿½
he said, ï¿½swallow
every drop!ï¿½  He removed
the alligator clip that had been pinching the tube (and Ericï¿½s piss
-
slit) shut, and Eric began to shriek from the sudden agonizing pain in
his cockhead.  Just as the sound began to emerge from his throat the
piss entered his mouth and Eric began to choke.  He caught himself
just in time and began swallowing the foul-tasting liquid.  He didnï¿
½t
miss a drop.  When he was done, Bob replaced the clip, making sure to
place it on just the same sore spot as it had been before.  This time
Ericï¿½s shriek filled the room.



Just then, Ted came back downstairs carrying a black metal box with
wires coming out of it, plus a gym back filled with various implements
of torture.  The show was about to begin.

Chapter 30.    Ted pulled a stool over to the bound boy and sat down
in front of him.  He opened his ï¿½bag of tricksï¿½
(as he like
d to call
it) and pulled out a violet wand.  (Actually, he liked to call THAT
his ï¿½magicï¿½ wand).  He asked Roy to dim the
lights as he pl
ugged in
the device and set it just high enough to cause the boy significant
pain, but not wear him out entirely.  Tedï¿½s audience
ï¿½oohed
and ahhedï¿½
their approval at the blue sparks generated from the unit.  Even in
the dim light, Roy could see his slaveï¿½s eyes bulging with renewed
terror.  He stroked his rock-hard cock and waited for Ted to begin.

The lawyer began with Ericï¿½s nipples, shocking one then the other,
then back again, making the boy twist violently against his bonds.
The armpits were next, and Eric jerked and spasmed each time the wand
sent its terrible fire coursing through his body.  Ted then brought
the wand down Ericï¿½s abdomen agonizingly slowly, then back up, then
down again.  The sweat dripping down the boyï¿½s body only helped the
conductivity spread over a larger area.  Ericï¿½s whole abdomen
convulsed, and his muscular 6-pack twitched and flexed, highlighting
every single muscle.  Roy had to let go of his cock to avoid coming.

The slaveï¿½s genitals were next.  Ted started on the tip of Ericï
¿½s
cockhead, and worked his way down to his balls, zapping one then the
other.  After lingering for a few seconds on the sensitive ridge
between the balls and the asshole, he finished up by zapping Ericï¿½s
twitching hole.  The boy jerked and screamed at the top of his lungs
for that one!  Ted unplugged the device and had Roy turn up the
lights.  Eric slumped against the bars.  This had been the most
horrible torture yet.

It was about to get worse.

Chapter 31.    Ted turned to Roy and said that he had planned on
stopping the session there, but that he wanted to punish the boy for
his resistance while the lawyer had fucked his mouth.  Roy said that
Eric needed to learn his lesson, and encouraged Ted to continue.

Ted set up his TENS machine, taking his time, enjoying the look of
terror in the captive boyï¿½s eyes and the whimpering sounds he was
reduced to.  He made all the necessary attachments, stretching and
spreading Ericï¿½s balls to hook up each one separately, then removin
g
the rubber butt plug and inserting a metal egg up the boyï¿½s ass to
stimulate his prostate.  He had Bob remove the catheter, eliciting two
more screams from Eric when the clamp was removed and then again when
the catheter itself was removed.  As soon as it was out, Bob replaced
it with a metal rod that was then attached to the machine.  Eric was
now fully-wired.  Ted reminded the boy that this added torture was
punishment for his disobeyance.

The machine was a very sophisticated one with many options and speeds,
and Ted, who had minored in engineering in college, had altered it to
further its capabilities.  He set all the dials to the desired
settings, and switched the machine on.  The metal egg in Ericï¿½s ass
was set to emit a charge that would send maximum pleasure to the boyï¿
½s
prostate for 5 solid seconds, followed by 250 pulses in one second at
a level that would cause great pain.  The wires attached to the boyï¿
½s
cock and balls were set to emit shocks randomly in spurts of one
second.  Sometimes theyï¿½d go to only one place, sometimes to two, a
nd
occasionally to his cock and each ball simultaneously.  There was
never any pattern, and never any way for Eric to anticipate or try to
prepare for the next jolt of pain.  When the simultaneous shock
coincided with the pain shock up his ass, Eric let out a shriek that
wouldï¿½ve rattled the windows, if there were any in the sound-proofe
d
room.  Ted turned off the machine and the boy slumped against the
bars.

Ted then made some adjustments and turned the machine back on.  Ericï¿
½s
balls and prostate were given a steady, low charge that was immensely
pleasurable, and he got an immediate erection.  Ted just let the
machine continue stimulating the boy, and soon Eric was moaning with
lust.  The grinning lawyer flipped a switch, and suddenly Ericï¿½s
prostate was being hit with a rapid succession of pulses that sent
waves of pleasure through his groin.  Eric closed his eyes, his
moaning became louder, and he started humping the air in time to the
pulses up his ass.  After a few minutes of this, the boy was nearly
out of his mind with lust and he started begging.

ï¿½Please, Ohhhhhhhh Pleeeeeeeeeease!  Fuck me master!  PLEASE FUCK M
E
MASTER!ï¿½  Ted grinned from ear to ear; he had been wanting to do th
at
since before he started this little show.  He smiled and turned off
the machine.

All four masters were sporting enormous hard-ons.

Ted detached the wires from the machine, but left them attached to the
boy.  He needed to fuck that ass NOW; the wires could come off later.
Eric was untied from the cell bars and carried over to a padded
table.  He was bent over the end of it, and his wrists and ankles were
bound to the legs.  Ted stepped up behind the boy, yanked the metal
egg out of his ass, and rammed his cock all the way home with one
thrust.  Eric just moaned in ecstacy.  Ted fucked the boy with all his
might, and each of the other masters followed with equal ferocity;
Eric just moaned and occasionally whimpered ï¿½Please fuck me master!
ï¿½

When the four men were finished, they went upstairs for some beers and
to give the kid a chance to recover before his training continued.
Eric was left strapped to the table.  He cried softly in the silent
basement.  He wasnï¿½t crying because of the pain that racked every
fiber of his being; he was crying because his masters had stopped
fucking him before he could come

Chapter 32.    When the men returned to the basement, Ted removed the
wires from the boyï¿½s cock and balls, then pulled the metal rod out
of
his dick.  Some piss spurted out and ran down Ericï¿½s leg to the
floor.  Mike untied the boy from the table and made him lick the piss
up off the floor.  He then dragged the boy over to a workout bench and
tossed him onto it, on his back.

Mike had adapted one of these benches for each of the men.  The legs
were adjustable, to raise or lower the height of the bench.  A solid,
padded board was attached to one end, perpendicular to the bench,
rising above it.  With a slave on his back on the bench, his master
could raise or lower the height until it was just the right level for
him to straddle it with his asshole right over the boyï¿½s mouth.  Th
e
master could then lean back against the padded board and relax while
his slave rimmed him.

Mike adjusted the height of the bench, threw one beefy leg over it,
and moved his ass into position over Ericï¿½s face.  Eric had never e
ven
thought about anything like this during his four months of captivity.
He didnï¿½t even know men did things like this to each other.  If he
had, he wouldï¿½ve been sickened by the thought of it.  But sometime
during this night the last of Ericï¿½s will had been broken, and he n
o
longer thought about what he was doing.   As soon as something was
presented to his mouth, Eric opened up and prepared to serve it and
worship it.  His training was complete.   He just stuck his tongue out
as Mikeï¿½s beefy, hairy ass approached, and lifted his head to meet
it.  He buried his tongue in the musky, hairy crack without even being
directed to, and sought out the manï¿½s puckered hole.  He jammed his
tongue in as far as it would go and started swirling it around and
around.  Mike closed his eyes and began riding the kidï¿½s tongue wit
h
his asscrack-- back and forth, making sure the kid licked every inch.
He silently thought that heï¿½d have to congratulate Roy on his
impressive conditioning of the boy; it was almost as complete an
alteration of the psyche as Mike had made to HIS slave.  ALMOST... but
not quite.  Mike smiled, ground his ass against Ericï¿½s face a littl
e
harder, and thought about Rex waiting for him in his cage at home.

Chapter 33.    His name hadn't always been Rex.  It used to be Tony,
but that was before.  In his former life.  When he used to be a man.

Rex tried to stretch; his muscles were cramping, and he was in a lot
of discomfort.  He did the best he could, but he'd been bad, and his
master had left him in the small cage.  He couldn't straighten out his
body; he really couldn't get much out of the fetal position when he
laid down, and when he got on all fours he had only a few inches in
front of or behind him.  And he had to be careful not to spill his
food or "water" bowls.  His master hated it when he was messy.  He had
to piss and shit, and was hoping his master would return soon to take
him for his walk.  Rex stayed curled almost in a ball, gnawed on his
rawhide bone, and waited for his master's return.

Chapter 34.    Jose had disappeared from the world with barely a
ripple.   Nobody that missed him was in this country legally; they had
nowhere to turn to for help.  Jamal had been a different story.  The
kid was a bigâ€‘time football recruit, and his disappearance spurred
many headlines and a massive manâ€‘hunt.  Nothing ever turned up, of
course, but the four men had decided it was not wise to grab anyone
again anytime soon.  That was one of the reasons Mike and Roy were
always available to help train Jamal.  Don't get me wrong, they loved
raping and torturing the muscular athlete, but they were also doing it
as a favor to Ted, who had a tough time taming the strong young man at
first.  However, a couple of months of Roy's brutal whippings, Ted's
fisting and electroâ€‘torture, Mike's allâ€‘around sadism, and
an
occasional visit from Dr. Bob and his medical bag had finally done the
trick.  Jamal was broken and Mike and Roy were needed less and less.
They began thinking again of securing their own slaves, but were still
leery about attracting attention.

The need to wait was starting to frustrate the two men.  Ted suggested
a week's vacation at a cabin he owned in Georgia.  They could relax,
do some fishing, maybe a little hunting.  Roy figured since they'd be
out of Florida, maybe they could go on a little manhunt.

Bob had three surgeries planned for that week so he couldn't go.   He
volunteered to feed Jamal and put him through his daily exercises.
Ted thanked him and told him to have as much fun as he wanted with the
boy.  Bob smiled and said he intended to.  He'd actually been thinking
of trying something new, and he wanted to try it out on Jamal, who'd
be much more sensitive to it than Jose.  Jose still reacted
beautifully to everything the doctor did to him, but he was starting
to develop a real tolerance for pain, and Bob wanted to try this out
on someone who'd REALLY appreciate it.

He had asked Ted to leave Jamal bound tightly to the bars of his cell,
and the lawyer had done so.  Several hours after the others left, Bob
showed up.  He told Jamal he had something interesting for the boy to
try.  The terror was evident in the kid's eyes when Bob pulled a stool
in front him and opened his medical bag.  Jamal began to shake.  The
doctor had only visited him a few times, but they had been memorable
visits, and Jamal knew what kind of session he was in for.  Bob worked
Jamal's prostate and stroked his dick until he'd elicited a raging
hardâ€‘on.  He tied a leather thong tightly around the base so the bo
y
wouldn't go soft during the preparations.  Bob marveled at the organ
in his hands.  The boy's cock was truly spectacularâ€‘â€‘ deep
chocolate
brown, almost 11 inches long and 7 around (longer and thicker than
Roy's, even), covered with thick veins.  He had big balls that hung
low in his large scrotum; his foreskin (like Jose's when he'd first
been captured) barely covered his cockhead when he was fully hard, and
the cherryâ€‘pink tip often poked out slightly.

Bob started stroking Jamal's horsecock, sliding the foreskin back and
forth slowly.  The boy moaned, and Bob picked up the pace a little.
He brought Jamal close to orgasm, then stopped.  He began pulling and
tugging on the foreskin, lightly at first, then harder and harder.
Jamal began screaming as his foreskin was stretched further and
further.  When the skin was nice and pliable, Bob pulled out his
trusty surgical needle and sutures, and sewed the foreskin closed over
the pink cockhead.  Jamal howled in pain with every stitch.  When he
was done, Bob wiped away the drops of blood and cleaned the area.  He
then went over to Ted's array of torture devices and selected the
vacuum pump he'd given the lawyer for Christmas.  Bob was humming
softly as he selected the largest tube and packed Jamal's balls and
sewnâ€‘up cock into it.  As he turned it on and watched the pump work
its magic on the kid's tortured genitals, Bob took special notice of
how the expanding cock and vacuum action further inflated the
foreskin.  He couldn't help smiling as he thought of Michael Jordan
saying "Ballpark Franks... they plump when you cook ï¿½em." 
Bob
chuckled to himself and thought about all the fun he and Jamal would
have for the next seven days.

Chapter 35.    In the hopes that they'd come across a worthy victim,
Roy purposely wore his uniform pants and boots on the drive to
Georgia, though without the gunbelt, and with only a tâ€‘shirt on.  H
e
didn't look like a cop from the waist up, so nobody would remember the
pants and boots.  However, he kept the gunbelt and his police jacket
in the car.  In a moment's notice he'd be able to strap on the belt
and put his jacket on over the tâ€‘shirt, and he'd look like a cop.
The
men took Roy's car, since it was the same model as many unmarked
police cars, and Roy had a siren hooked up and a flashing light that
he could mount on the roof.  If they came across anyone he wanted, Roy
would be able to pull the guy over and have him secured before he even
realized Roy wasn't a real Georgia cop.  Roy hoped they'd find an
attractive blond kid traveling alone; he had a thing for that type.

Mike had a very particular image in mind when he thought about the
kind of slave he wanted.  He didn't want a boy like Bob and Ted had
(though he certainly thought they made wonderful slaves).  Mike wanted
a real man... a big, burly macho guy like himself that he could break
entirely and strip of all will and pride.  He liked dark, hairy
Mediterranean types, and ideally would've loved a macho Italian from
New York or New Jersey.  He knew he'd find one in backwoods Georgia?

The three men had stopped at a roadside diner about sixty miles from
the cabin.  The place was packed with people of all ages, and Roy
looked around hopefully.  Sadly, nobody fit the bill.  The men ordered
their food and were just finishing up when a commotion started at a
nearby table.  Some bigâ€‘mouthed guy with a NEW YAWK accent was givi
ng
it to the waitress about a mistake in his order.  He was being a real
asshole about it, too, going on and on in a loud voice about how
stupid southerners were.  It was not a smart thing to do in a diner
full of Georgians.  It was an even dumber thing to do in a diner where
Mike was eating.  Mike was filled with southern pride, and
particularly hated the condescending way northerners thought all
southerners were stupid rednecks.  When Mike looked over and saw a
handsome oliveâ€‘skinned man with a semiâ€‘pro football player'
s build, he
knew he'd found his victim.

The three men finished quickly and headed out to the parking lot.
There was only one car with New York plates.  They'd heard the guy
yell he was in a hurry to get going on his way back home, so they knew
the direction he'd be heading.  Roy put on his gunbelt and jacket, and
they pulled out of the lot and hid the car behind some bushes on a
deserted stretch of road about a quarter of a mile away.  Sure enough,
the loudmouth's car zoomed past about 10 minutes later, obviously well
over the speed limit.  Roy put the flashing light on the roof of the
car, turned on the siren, and pulled the guy over.  It took less than
2 minutes for the three men to cuff and gag the guy, and throw him
into the trunk of Roy's car.  His car was still running when the cops
found it abandoned there a little while later.

Chapter 36.    Roy turned his car around and headed south.  Forget
about a week in the cabin, Mike wanted to get his prize home right
away!  Roy couldn't blame him, but silently wondered if he'd ever get
the chance to find a slave of his own.  Oh well, at least it would be
fun helping Mike break this one.

Tony (that was still his name then) was 37, 5'11, and 200 pounds.  He
had deep brown eyes under thick eyebrows and lashes, and a full head
of curly black hair.  He had a mustache and beard, and was really
quite handsome.  Like Mike, he had a bit of a gut and love handles,
but he still turned a lot of heads.

When they got home, Roy and Ted helped Mike bring his captive
downstairs.  They called Bob and had him come over; the doctor was
just finishing removing the sutures from Jamal's foreskin, and the
youth was hanging limply from his bonds.  Bob was surprised that the
men had returned so soon, but excited to see what they'd brought.

Mike had blindfolded Tony when they took him out of the trunk of the
car.  When they got him downstairs, the men stripped him and suspended
him from the ceiling by his wrists, with his ankles secured to the
floor; he was pulled as tight as possible without his arms popping out
of their sockets.

Mike removed the blindfold and Tony took in the scene around him.  He
saw the wall full of torture devices and he realized immediately what
was happening.  His eyes widened in fear.  Mike removed the  gag and
Tony began to curse and yell.  It was at this point that Mike found
he'd gotten an extra bonus.   Tony was gay, and was screaming that he
was a topman!  He was swearing that he didn't suck dick and didn't get
fuckedï¿½HE did all the fucking.  He threatened to kill the bastards
when he got loose and said he'd stick his dick so far up their asses
it would come out their throats.  Mike just smiled and grabbed the
Yankee asshole's  balls and squeezed.  He grinned broadly as the
blowhard bellowed in protest.  This was going to be fun!

Chapter 37.   Mike liked his men hairy, but asked the others to help
shave this one now.  The removal of his body hair would strip the
captive of much of his feeling of masculinity, but Mike also had
something far more diabolical in mind.

Tony was covered with fur from head to toe, and this would take a
while.  Mike had each of the other men grab a razor, and after
lathering up the captive's body, the four masters had a shaving
party.  Tony kept twisting and trying to escape; the only thing he
accomplished was getting his body covered with nicks and tiny cuts.
Mike smiled.  This would suit his purposes nicely.  He picked up a
spray bottle he kept filled with rubbing alcohol and sprayed a fine
mist all over the captive man's newlyâ€‘shaved body.   The alcohol
soaked into every little cut, making Tony's body a mass of burning
wounds, and he shrieked like he was being set on fire.  Bob and Ted
rubbed their hard cocks through their pants and wished their slaves
had more body hair.  Roy rubbed his cock and just wished he had
someone to abuse.

When Tony finally quieted down, Mike picked up a heavy flogging whip.
With his body freshlyâ€‘shaven, Tony's skin would be scraped
somewhatâ€‘raw and extraâ€‘sensitive.  The flogging would be fe
lt even
more severely than usual.  Tony's back had been to Mike when the
contractor had selected the whip, and he never saw the first blow
coming.  He screamed at the top of his lungs.  Mike smiled and quickly
began landing blow after blow across Tony's pinkened body.  He picked
up the pace; he wanted to whip the guy's whole body, but also couldn't
wait to fuck him.  A quick look at his friends stroking themselves let
him know he was not alone in that thought.  Yeah, this was going to be
fun!

Chapter 38.   "The bigger they are, the harder they fall."  Mike was
thinking of that expression as he looked at his slave with contempt.
The supposed toughâ€‘guy had been broken in just over a week.  He
couldn't take the pain, and began crying and begging for mercy almost
immediately.  That, of course, led to punishment and to Mike
increasing the intensity of the original torture; soon the former
topman was willing to do anything to avoid the pain, sucking cock and
taking things up his ass like he'd been doing it all his life.

Mike had always intended to break the man entirely, leaving him a
groveling shell of his former self, but the man's pitifully rapid
surrender really disgusted him.  He was an insult to topmen
everywhere.  Hell, he was an insult to men everywhere.  He didn't even
deserve to call himself a man.  That's when Mike decided to turn him
into a dog.

He began by telling his captive that his name was being changed to
Rex.  Tony was a man's name, and he had proven himself to be less than
a man.  From now on, he would think and act like a dog.  He was told
to stay on all fours at all times, except when doing his forced
exercises, or when Mike needed him to stand up for some punishment or
torture.  His hands and feet were now referred to as paws.  Mike went
as far as to keep a flea collar around his neck at all times.  Three
times a day, Mike would attach leg and wrist irons to his dog's limbs,
put a choke collar around his neck, and lead him up the stairs and
outside (always on all fours), where he'd trot the canine around, then
let him do his "business".  Rex was trained to go over to the grass
and sniff around the base of the trees before lifting his leg to
piss.  If he had to shit, he was to squat and do it in the same spot.
Mike would then take a garden hose and use it to clean out his dog's
asshole.

Mike went to a vet to find out which brands of dogâ€‘food are the mos
t
nutritious.  He then consulted with Bob to find the right combination
of vitamins to mix into the dogâ€‘food to keep Rex healthy.  After th
e
dog's fur had grown back in, Mike would occasionally mix a raw egg
into his food to keep his coat shiny.  Rex was also occasionally given
water and other fluids necessary for his health, but the main liquid
in his diet became Mike's piss.  Every day before he left for work,
Mike would piss into Rex's "water" bowl, and leave him a can of
dogâ€‘food in his food dish.  At first, the broken captive couldn't
bring himself to ingest the vile stuff, but after a few days of hunger
and punishment, he did it without hesitation.   Mike bought several
large thermoses, and always kept a couple of empty ones in his
office.  When he had to piss during the day, he'd do it into a thermos
and then bring it home for Rex to drink.  When he was at home, he'd
always go downstairs to piss in Rex's mouth when he had to relieve
himself.  Other than at business meetings when he had to be discreet,
Mike hadn't pissed into a toilet or urinal in almost 6 months.

Like the other slaves, Rex was only allowed to speak when spoken to.
However, he was rarely allowed to speak English.  He was trained to
bark once for yes, and twice for no.  If Mike needed to ask him
something else, he was allowed to speak English, but Mike tried to
limit his questions to those that only required yes/no answers.  Rex
went months at a time without speaking English.  When the masters
gathered together to gangâ€‘bang him, Mike would entertain them by
having Rex "beg" and "speak".  Rex would squat on his haunches, put
his paws into a dog's begging position, and bark repeatedly until Mike
told him to stop.  Mike would then pet his head, and scratch Rex
behind the ears.  Rex was trained to thank his master by licking his
hand.

When he watched TV at night, Mike would often hogâ€‘tie Rex, and have
him lick his feet as he relaxed.  If Rex was being a good boy, Mike
would roll him onto his side with his feet, then stroke the dog's cock
with his toes.  If he was a REALLY good boy, Mike would let him hump
his leg, or the side of the couch, though he'd always be commanded to
stop before he could come.  Rex had not had an orgasm since his
abduction.

Mike bought three differentâ€‘sized cages and varied which one he kep
t
Rex in, depending on the dog's behavior.  The smallest one (the one he
was in now) was too small to let Rex stretch out entirely, and always
led to his muscles cramping painfully.  The second one was 7' x 4'x 4'
and gave Rex a little room to move.  If he was a really good dog, he
was put into the biggest cage, which was 8 feet long and 6 feet wide.
It, too, was only four feet high, though.  It didn't need to be any
tallerâ€‘â€‘ dogs never stand up straight, anyway.  Rex was kep
t in his
cage at night when he slept and whenever Mike was at work.

Mike went to an officeâ€‘supply store and bought several different si
zes
of the plastic rugâ€‘protectors that you buy to shield your carpets f
rom
the wear and tear of chairs rolling on them.  The underside of those
rugâ€‘protectors is covered with little plastic bumps that keep it fr
om
sliding all over the carpet.  Mike cut the items to the proper shape
and size to cover the bottom of each of the cages, and when Rex was a
bad boy, Mike would put the plastic sheet bumpâ€‘sideâ€‘up into
the bottom
of his cage.  No matter which way the dog would position his body, his
weight would press down on them, and he'd be covered with painful
indentations by the time Mike let him out.

As final touches, Mike bought leather "bondage mittens" and put them
on Rex's front paws, insuring that his pet would have no fingers and
no opposable thumbs.  Mike also bought a new rawhide bone every few
weeks, and would tell Rex to gnaw on it while he was at work.  If he
didn't see significant wear on it every time he came home, Mike would
whip Rex until he howled like the dog he'd become.

Rex held the bone between his paws and gnawed on it constantly.  He
stretched as best he could as he waited to be walked and fed his
evening snackâ€‘â€‘ tonight his master had promised him the chi
cken
flavored snausages.

Chapter 39.    Back at Roy's, the men finally decided Eric had had
enough sometime around 5 A.M.  After rimming each of the four men, the
completelyâ€‘broken slave had serviced them all for several more hour
s,
swallowing many more loads and taking several up his ass.  There had
even been a fisting demonstration from Ted, but Eric's hole had
loosened up so much as a result of four months of Roy's brutal
assaults that Ted had to go in almost to midâ€‘forearm before getting
the desired shrieks of pain out of the boy.   Each man had come at
least three times; Ted led the way with six.

The party was finally ready to break up.  Mike thanked Roy for a great
time, and the others quickly echoed his praise.  Roy thanked them for
their help and joked that now that Eric's training had been completed,
it was time for them all to think about their NEXT slaves, saying "but
next time, I get the first one!"  The others all laughed, but silently
began thinking of what kind of slave they would choose.  Mike, Bob,
and Ted turned to leave.  Mike and Bob just wanted to go home and
collapse into bed, though Mike had to walk Rex and give him something
"fresh" to drink.  Ted, of course, was hard AGAIN, and was trying to
decide which of Jamal's holes to rape when he got home.  His
alwaysâ€‘ready cock bounced up and down as the three tired but happy
men
climbed the stairs.

Roy scooped up his whimpering and exhausted slave in his arms, and
carried the boy over to the bed.  He laid Eric on his back, secured
his wrists and ankles to the frame, and looked down at the boy.  The
big, tough cop felt a warmth and (yes, he could admit it,) a love he'd
never felt for anyone before.  He ran his fingers lovingly through his
slave's hair, stroked his cheek gently, and bent down to kiss him
softly on the forehead.

As Roy mounted the stairs to go to sleep, Eric lay on his bed,
motionless.  He was hard as a rock.

THE END     ...unless you're young, goodâ€‘looking, and do something
illegal in rural Florida...
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ALDO (11.11.2009 06:11)