Chapter 2
Mark remained kneeling on the floor for the rest of the day and well into the
evening, although he couldn't tell, since he sat in total darkness. He was
terribly frustrated. During the day he had had to admit to himself, that being a
slave turned him on something awful. No matter how much he told himself that he
hated being a slave and hated having lost all control over his life, there was
just no getting around the fact that his cock was rock-hard and had remained so
the whole day, twitching with unfulfilled need. Just when he thought he had
banished such thoughts, the memory of Master fucking hard up the ass while he
was trussed up, unable to fight or move, would return and his excitement would
mount even further. As he thought more about being fucked than about being
rescued or getting free, he had to admit that he liked being held as slave by
Master. The fact that he now thought of Dave as "Master" was further evidence of
him getting used to the slave role. Mark felt extremely confused and
humiliatingly excited as he sat there docilely waiting for Master to return. He
hadn't tried testing his bonds again; it was futile and he could only wait as he
felt his arms go completely numb, hoping that the damage o them wasn't
permanent.
After a long, long wait he heard the door open. It sounded far away, so probably
the door to the bedroom was closed. To his great surprise he heard that Master
wasn't alone. There was another man with him. As the evening progressed he heard
them talking and eventually he heard the unmistakable sound of furious
lovemaking. He was so surprised that at first he didn't even think of calling
out, and when he finally did try to call out, producing only faint gurgling
sounds behind the gag, the lovemaking had already stared and he could be sure
that no one heard. When the fucking sounds stopped he heard a surprised yelp and
realized that someone was getting the same treatment as himself.
He heard the door to the bedroom open, Master's footsteps and the springs in the
bed creaking a little as something was deposited on it. Then came sounds that
Mark assumed were those of someone being tied up. When this stopped the
footsteps came towards him and his blindfold was removed. As he blinked against
the light Master looked down on him and said: "I see that you have been
expecting me, slave." Mark blushed as Master gently nudged his throbbing member
with his bare foot before continuing: "I am afraid that I am otherwise engaged
tonight, but tomorrow I'll make sure that your are introduced properly to your
fellow slave boy. For now I suggest that you enjoy the show."
The man on the bed, the one Master had called his fellow slave boy, looked quite
a bit like Mark. Obviously a bodybuilder like Mark, he was of the same height
and build. The other bound man, who was eyeing Mark with wonder, had black hair
and his face was a little more angular than Mark's, but otherwise they looked
remarkably similar. It was almost like they had been selected for their looks,
which made Mark wonder for how long Master had planned this?
For now his thoughts soon got occupied with something else as Master proceeded
to fuck the other slave boy silly. He positioned the slave, who was tied up in
the exact same manner as Mark, so that he was kneeling on the bed facing Mark.
Threatening him, just as he had Mark the night before, he then fucked the slave
long and hard, giving him a handjob in the process. It looked like the other guy
liked it just as much as Mark had, as he grunted and moaned, his face turning
red and his eyes closing in ecstasy as he shot his load, the semen landing on
the floor in front of Mark.
Master's treatment of the new slave was exactly the same as the one he had
subjected Mark to the night before and all through the night Mark could hear him
fuck the other slave boy. As for Mark, he spent the night in kneeling position
with the dildo vibrating away inside him, his cock straining with need. He was
able to doze off a few times, but his strained position and his needy cock kept
him awake. When morning came around his ball were aching with unfulfilled
desire.
The other slave also looked like he hadn't slept much, but that was because he
had been fucked all night long.
Master released the legs of both slaves and led them into the bathroom, where he
helped the relieve themselves. Then, one after the other, he showered with them,
fucking one silly while the other watched mesmerized as the slave impaled on
Master's cock thrashed and moaned in ecstasy.
Throughout Mark's arms remained bound and he had lost all feeling in them. All
that was left was a burning ache in his shoulders and he was almost certain that
they had been damaged. Breakfast was served in doggy bowls on the floor. First
the other slave had to go through the same discipline session as Mark had the
day before, reducing him to a sobbing slave boy, bruised and beaten, eating dog
food from a bowl on the floor. Once this was out of the way, Master removed
Mark's gag to allow him to eat his doggy breakfast next to the other slave. As
his gag was removed, Mark decided to risk talking. He thought this might be his
last chance to save his arms and he addressed Master: "Master, please, Master.
Master, my arms..." He didn't get any further as Master picked up his leather
strap and began whipping him: "Useless slave shit! Haven't I told you that I
have no need for your arms? Its time you started behaving like the slave you
are. Otherwise I'll have to get really nasty!" Mark was already crying from the
humiliation and the fierce whipping and he begged and pleaded for Master to
stop. Finally he did and Mark ate his dog food from the bowl sobbing, just like
the slave next to him.
When they had finished eating, Master led them into the bedroom using their
dicks as leashes. Both slaves blushed as they saw themselves get hard from the
rough treatment. In the bedroom Master tied their legs, calf to thigh and laid
them down on their side so that each faced the others crotch. Then he said: "You
two are going to be my slaves together for a long time, so I think you had
better get acquainted. Sixty-nine." The order was unmistakable and humiliating,
but neither slave could deny his excitement and soon Mark had his head in the
other man's crotch, his lips enveloping the other man's member and he could feel
the other slave doing the same for him. Then they began sucking. It was
glorious. Fantastic. Easily the best blowjob Mark had ever had, lying there tied
up and beaten, enslaved and without any kind of control, blowing another man at
the same time. In no time his hips were pumping and he could feel a massive
orgasm approaching. He would have pulled his head away and screamed with
pleasure if he hadn't been so busy swallowing the other man's cum spurting into
his mouth.
After cuming both slaves just lay there, gently sucking the other man's flaccid
cock. Master, however, had other ideas. Grabbing the slaves' hair he yanked them
up to kneeling position and said: "Well, my little bitches, you've had your fun.
Now blow me." Mark not only wanted to avoid disobeying, he actually wanted to
show Master what a good slave he was, so he instantly dove for Master's crotch.
The other slave apparently had the same idea and the ended up giving him a two-
man blowjob, where they effectively locked tongues around Master's cock, kissing
each other while they blew Master. While they did it their eyes locked and they
exchanged an understanding. There was no denying their slavery, just as there
was no denying that they were both turned on by it and it was this understanding
that passed between the slave boys as they blew their Master's magnificent cock.
Their kissing of Master's cock and of each other was passionate, and although
neither recognized it, effectively marked an important mental transition for
both men, one where they accepted and embraced their status as slaves.
The two sucking slaves might not have recognized it, but Master did. Once again
he was amazed at how smoothly things went if you just planned everything
carefully. The two guys had been picked with great care, just as Master Dave had
with all his other slaves. Both were lonely and repressed men, living lives
where no one would miss them. Both were gay men with powerful, but almost
completely repressed sex drives. They were perfect as slaves. Given enough
orgasms and a little punishment both naturally and unthinkingly fell into the
slave role. In their ordinary lives no one paid them any attention and they had
to do everything for themselves. As slaves, where their every move and gesture
was watched, they felt like the center of attention. With no control over their
lives all potentially painful decisions had been taken away from them, giving
them a life that was in some respects carefree. They had been perfect for the
role even if none of them had had any idea of their own masochistic tendencies.
Mark was a great example. He obviously loved being just another little, muscular
fucktoy, even to the point where he was able to forget the fact that his arms
were sustaining severe damage from being bound so harshly for so long. Shove a
cock into his mouth and he promptly forgot about his arms.
Master held their heads, pushing them together as he came, making them catch
every last drop and the slave boys eagerly lapped up his cum as it spurted out
of his cock. Master patted their heads and said: "Someday you two may actually
become useful little slave boys. Sit quietly and kiss each other while I dress.
Not a word, mind you." So while Master dressed for the day, Mark and the other
slave knelt facing each other and began kissing. Soon both had their eyes closed
and were using their tongues to explore the other's mouth. Both enjoyed it
intensely and looked longingly at the other when Master finally pulled them
apart. Mark couldn't quite comprehend why he liked it so much, but it was
beginning to matter less and less. He desperately wanted to make love to the
other slave, just as he desperately wanted Master to fuck him again.
For, however, Master tied up Mark in almost the same way as he had been tied up
the day before; bound, gagged and kneeling, his balls secured to a ring in the
floor a dildo vibrating away in his ass. Only this time he wasn't blindfolded
and facing him no more than a foot away sat the other slave boy, tied up the
exact same way. As the dildo began vibrating their flaccid cocks hardened and
they eyed each other lustfully. "Be good now." Master said and left them there.
Mark and the other enslaved bodybuilder sat there all day, lusting after each
other, their throbbing cocks aching with unfulfilled need. When Master returned
their balls were in painful need of emptying. He looked down on his slaves:
"Well, don't you two look just like a pair of bitches in heat?" Mark looked down
in shame when he realized just how needy he must seem, how utterly and
shamefully like a horny slave boy. Master chuckled a little and crouched down
beside them: "It seems like you two are in need of a little attention." The
slaves looked at him with big eyes, hoping for a good fucking or something like
it. "Horny little bitches," Master chuckled and took their cocks in his hands
and began jerking them off. Kneeling, facing each other bound and gagged as they
had been all day, horny as hell, the two slaves were soon groaning with desire
behind their gags as their eyes locked. Master existed only as a glorious touch
as they exploded almost simultaneously. Their orgasms were so powerful that
their cum spurted almost to the other slaves face, depositing cum on the other
slave from the chin on down.
When it was over, they sat panting, completely spent. "Well, well." Master said
to the two exhausted slaves, "It looks like you two are ready for your
transformation." It sounded vaguely ominous, but neither slave had the energy to
object as Master went to fetch a few items. First Master had two pairs of
women's high-heeled boots, black, ankle-high and with seven-inch stilettos.
Showing them to the slave Master explained: "I'm not into women, but I do love
their footwear, especially high-heeled shoes. It does wonders for the body
posture and they are especially good if you want to control or limit someone's
walking abilities." As the slaves looked questioningly at him he explained: "Can
you imagine running in these?" He then released Mark from the wire holding his
balls and untied his legs and finished by putting one of the pairs of high-
heeled boots on him. They were at least two sizes too small and hurt his feet
awfully, but he understood Master's point. He wasn't even sure that he would be
able to stand up wearing these. After that Master did the same thing to the
other slave boy.
Next came earplugs, sealing off all sound, followed by leather hoods. These
hoods covered the slaves' entire head, sealing off all sight and further
dampening sound. They turned the slaves' head into a tight, black, leather ball.
Mark could neither see nor hear and was very disoriented when he felt Master
helping him to stand. He stood swaying insecurely in skyscraper heels, deaf and
blind. The sight of the overly muscular Mark, muscles straining against their
bonds, black hood on his head, swaying in his ultra feminine footwear was too
much for Master and he dropped his pants, grabbed Mark's hips and fucked his ass
furiously. Mark was jerked around as Master pounded his ass with hard strokes
and since Master was quite a bit taller than him, Mark's feet kicked in the air
above the floor as the strokes hit him. Mark mewled behind his gag for Master to
give him a handjob, but this time Master was only interested in getting off and
as Master shot his load up Mark's ass, Mark's own cock throbbed with lack of
attention. After setting Mark down Master finished tying him up. He rammed a
huge butt-plug up Mark's ass and Mark knew better than to try and expel it.
Master then tied a wire around Mars dick, just behind the head, tying it so hard
it would not just slip off and thus causing Mark quite bit of pain. The other
end of the wire was tied to Mark's collar and was then tightened until Marks had
no choice but to bend forward, crouching as much as he could. The final touch
was a wire tied around his balls, to be used as a leash. Mark stood waiting in
the painful and uncertain darkness while Master tied up the other slave in the
same way. A vicious jerk on the wire around his balls set Mark in motion,
staggering with mincing steps after Master.
Mark had no idea where they were going, but he could feel them riding the
elevator right outside Master's door. Master rode with his two slaves down to
the parking basement where he led them to his rather large SUV. It was in the
middle of the night, but nonetheless he met Mr. Robertson, his neighbor in the
basement. Robertson was also a sadistic old coot, who had tortured more than his
share of slaves in his time and the two men exchanged pleasantries as Robertson
felt up the two bound slaves. After a few more words the men parted and Master
led the slaves to his car. Here he first tied their legs together before
throwing them in the back of his car, where he used nylon straps to secure them
to the floor.
Mark lay in complete darkness and almost total silence as he was transported
towards his new life and he wondered what Master had meant by "transformation"?
Mark had no idea how long had passed, since he had actually managed to sleep a
little before the car stopped. He was released from the nylon straps and once
more made to stand, swaying in the dark, crouched over because of the pull on
his dick. When the other slave had been pulled from the car, they were led away
as Master jerked their leashes. After stumbling to keep up for a few minutes,
they came to a stop and after a few minutes their hoods were taken off.
They were in what looked like a doctor's office. Master sat in a chair in front
of a desk, behind which sat a man in doctor's whites. Beside the doctor stood a
nurse of sorts. She was blonde and dressed in miniscule, white rubber uniform.
She had truly enormous breasts and lips that were way too large to be natural.
On her feet were ultra high-heeled platform shoes and she looked less like a
nurse than a slave. The doctor and Master had been talking and were just now
finishing their conversation. A second nurse, looking remarkably like the first,
standing beside Mark had been the one to remove their hoods. Master addressed
the doctor: "Then we are agreed? I'll pick them up in six weeks?" The doctor
replied: "Yes, I think that about covers it. I'll see you in six weeks. Until
then." The two men shook hands and Master left the office and his two bewildered
slave boys. The doctor looked at them with contempt and said to the nurse
standing next to Mark: "Nurse, take these slave shits down to the washing room
and take care of business. Call when they are clean." The nurse curtseyed and
grabbed their leashes, leading them out of the office. The slaves looked at each
other in confusion and disappointment. Both had expected Master to be around
whatever was going to happen and both were getting a little horny and wanted a
good fucking.
There was, however, no good fucking in sight. The nurse led them into a room
covered in white tile, bright lights almost blinding them. To Mark's great
surprise the nurse actually released his arms, removing not only the straps but
also the mittens. For the first time in days he felt like putting up a fight,
but it proved futile. His arms hung limply down his sides with no feeling left
in them at all and the nurse still had him by the balls, literally. The nurse
was ready for him too and when he realized that his situation was hopeless, he
gave up before he even began. It was disheartening.
As he stood there sulking, the nurse took his hands and cuffed them together
with ordinary handcuffs. The cuffs were connected to a chain running all the way
up the ceiling, and the nurse now used a winch to raise Mark until he hung from
his wrists, his feet dangling a few inches off the floor. Mark found it very
alarming that this didn't seem to hurt his wrists at all and he realized that it
was as he had feared and his arms and hands had been damaged. The nurse
meanwhile removed his high-heeled boots and his butt-plug, leaving him
completely naked, except for his gag.
She then did the same thing to the other slave boy. He had some motion left in
his arms, but not nearly enough to put up a real fight and after yanking his
leash hard a few times, she had established dominance and he allowed her to
suspend him like Mark had been.
Then the fun began in earnest. First she administered three very painful and
humiliating enemas to each of the slaves, making them writhe in pain and
discomfort. Secondly she taped over their eyes before lathering them up with a
vicious smelling goo, covering every inch of their bodies, working it into every
crack and crevice. After a while the goo began to burn and the slaves mewled in
pain as they twisted in their bonds. The nurse let them hang there for a while
before rinsing them off with a powerful hose spraying them with ice-cold water.
As they hung there drying the nurse called for the doctor, who arrived shortly.
The nurse winched them down and removed the tape over their eyes and the cuffs
on their hands. It was only now, looking in a mirror hanging on the opposite
wall, that Mark noticed that both he and the other slave were now completely
hairless: bald with no eyebrows and hairless scrotums. The goo had removed all
the hair on his body and although he didn't know, it would never grow back. He
wanted to bring up his hands strike the people who had done this, or at least
touch himself but his arms hung useless. The other slave went through the same
thing, but both were cut short by the doctor who said: "Enough of that self-
ogling. We are on a schedule here. Let's get moving." He walked out of the room
and the nurse followed him holding their leashes, still tied around their
testicles. Gagged and without even their own arms to help them, the only thing
they could hope to accomplish, was to get their balls ripped off in a struggle.
They couldn't even cry out properly and both slaves, now both hairless and
defenseless, docilely followed the doctor.
He led them into a room, which was obviously a surgery. Now very alarmed, the
two slaves tried to escape, but the doctor was prepared for that. Right inside
the door stood two nurses waiting with syringes filled with tranquilizer. They
quickly injected the content of the syringes into the buttocks of the two slaves
and as they became woozy, they were guided onto an operating table each. The
last thing Mark heard before everything went dark was: "Okay, you lazy cunts!
Let's get the show on the road."
