Chapter 4
Master stood watching the two horny little ponies go at it for while. Then, just
as he was about to leave, one of his other slaves came running with a message
from one of the other masters. Or perhaps "running" was the wrong word. "Mincing
quickly" was more appropriate for what the lithe young man did. Robert, as the
slave's name was, was a young man of twenty-three who had been Master's slave
for about two years now. He was not very tall, about five foot two inches, and
very slight of build. His skin was a very pleasant brown color, like that of
coffee with cream and like the ponies he was completely hairless, with the
difference that he had been allowed to keep his eyebrows. Like the ponies, he
had no teeth, but since he was a house slave and did menial work around the
house when he wasn't performing sexually, he had been allowed to keep his arms
and hands, which he moved in an exaggerated, feminine manner, just as he moved
his ass like a seasoned whore. Around his neck was a broad collar made from
shiny steel and from one of the rings in the collar dangled a tag reading:
"Property of Master Dave. If found walking around free, please punish, fuck and
return to owner." His genitals were sealed inside a pouch like the ones the
ponies had been wearing and from his ass the handle of a truly monstrous butt
plug stuck out at least eight inches. This prevented him from sitting down while
wearing the plug. From the handle of the butt plug hung a tag with the
inscription: "Yank out using maximum force. Deposit in mouth of slave if
possible and fuck slave as brutally as possible before replacing the plug." On
his feet were black, high-heeled women's boots with heels at least eight inches
high. The boots themselves were ankle high and at least three sizes too small.
Slave Robert wore no restraints of any kind as he minced towards Master,
dropping to his knees to deliver the message.
Robert had once been a promising law student at a prestigious university. His
studies took up all his time and he had no real friends. His only living
relative was an uncle living in a far away state. Robert suspected that he might
be bisexual, but so far he had only had sex with women. It had been a while
since he had had a girlfriend, however, and he had been all alone when Master
had first spotted him. As always Master had carefully checked him out and only
when he had deemed Robert safe to nab, had he moved in on him.
Master had seen no real reason to use finesse in grabbing Robert. He had simply
ambushed him as he walked down an alley behind his apartment, pressing a
chloroform soaked rag over his mouth and throwing him into the trunk of his car.
Here he had stripped him, bound and gagged him and finally he had secured him to
the floor of the trunk of the car and blindfolded him. With the terrified boy,
who was just coming around, in the trunk he had driven to his house. Over the
next few days he had arranged for "Robert" (an actor hired for the job) to move
out of his apartment and quit his studies. He was so good at this that everybody
just thought that Robert had had enough and had quit. Nobody suspected foul
play.
Master's house was huge, with a well-equipped dungeon and near the stables. It
sat on a huge compound; an area where a group of masters had joined forces to
build a place where they would be left alone to perform their perversities in
peace. The compound, acres and acres in size, had woods and grassland and little
lakes and was surrounded by a tall wall, the top covered with barbed wire and
rigged with all the latest in surveillance equipment. Guards patrolled the
perimeter. Guards who lived in the compound and had their own slaves. The place
was secluded, far from any town in a part of the country not even hikers thought
was interesting. For added protection several of the patrons and valued guests
were high-ranking policemen and military men as well as influential politicians.
Not only was the place secret and well guarded to the point where escape was
virtually impossible, it was also well protected.
Master was one of the founders. Not only had he inherited a fortune from his
parents, he had also inherited their business. And their profession had been
slavers. Both had caught, trained and sold hundreds of sex-slaves and they had
trained their son in that line of work, watching proudly as he surpassed them in
skill. They were a little disappointed when he turned out to be gay, but this
disappointment passed away when they understood that they would eventually
become grandparents in spite of this. All Master Dave had to do was to find a
suitable female slave and make her pregnant and take the child before selling
her. Master Dave had yet to do so, but his parents, still living comfortably
atop their well-stocked and well-equipped dungeon in another part of the
country, expected him to do it eventually. In the meantime Master lived in the
compound with his slaves and his ponies.
Robert was unloaded from the trunk of Master's car and carried into the dungeon.
Here he was thrown into a cage and left for the night. Beside him he could hear
the sounds of another bound man stirring, trying to get free. But there was no
getting free and eventually both he and the other guy fell asleep.
Robert woke up when he was dragged from the cage and onto the floor. Here his
hood was removed and he could see his surroundings. He was lying naked on the
floor, straps tying his ankles, knees, wrists and elbows together, his arms
behind his back and he had large ball-gag in his mouth. Next to him lay a young
Hispanic man tied up in the same way. Crouching before them was huge, muscle
bulging man with blonde hair and blue eyes, smiling evilly down at them. They
were in what could only be described a dungeon with chains and straps and other
implements for tying up or punishing people hanging everywhere.
Robert and the other guy (his name was Carlos) tried calling out and protesting
behind their gags, but they were cut short as Master slapped both of them
viciously. "Shut up you filthy little slave boys," he said as Robert's whole
body stiffened. Had he just been called a slave? Indeed he had and Master
explained to them that there was no escape for them - ever. That they would live
out their lives as little homo slave boys, their only purpose to please their
Master. Both tried to object but it was no use. Master lifted them both up at
the same time (Carlos wasn't very big either), one under each arm and carried
them to a shower area of the dungeon.
Hanging them by their wrists from the ceiling and spreading their legs with
ropes tied wide, he gave them a series of painful and humiliating enemas. Then
he taped over their eyes and eyebrows and applied the disgusting goo, which
insured that both would be hairless for the rest of their lives. After rinsing
it off, he dried them and removed the tape over their eyes. Then he went behind
Robert and began caressing him gently, kissing his neck and back, reaching
around to gently stroke his cock. Robert was extremely surprised and very
confused. The rough treatment had seemingly been replaced by a comparatively
gentle and loving one and Robert (who had never had a homosexual experience in
his life, even if he had occasionally fantasized about another man) suddenly
found himself responding. He should hate it and he tried fighting it, but soon
his cock was erect and his head thrown back as he moaned. He offered only token
resistance as Master greased up his ass and entered slowly, causing Robert both
great pain and great pleasure. He couldn't believe his own response. Surely he
didn't like being a homosexual slave boy? But apparently he did. As Master began
thrusting in earnest Robert followed the rhythm, his moaning increasing as he
edged closer and closer to his orgasm. He and Master came at the same time,
Master shooting his hot cum up Robert's ass while Robert's shot out on the floor
as he thrashed and screamed his orgasm out. Master knew that he had Robert right
then and that training him to be a devoted slave would be easy. Robert knew it
too and as Master pulled out of his ass, Master's cum mixed with blood running
down the inside of his leg, he cried as he realized his defeat. The best orgasm
of his life so far had been in total and complete defeat, marking the end of his
freedom and the beginning of his slavery.
Beside him Carlos was not unaffected. He had also tried telling himself that he
wasn't a gay slave boy, but nonetheless his cock was more than half-mast and he
was breathing hard. Master had a predatory smile on his face as he closed in on
Carlos who saw his own defeat approaching. Not long after he hung crying in
defeat, Master's cum leaking out of his ass and his own cum lying in a puddle on
the dungeon floor.
Having dealt a serious blow to their spirits was not enough for Master, so he
went right ahead with preparing them for their new lives. First he took them
down and retied them. Then he carried them, one under each arm again, to another
part of the dungeon. There was a lot less struggling this time as the slave boys
hung limp with defeat and sexual satisfaction. Here he strapped Robert into a
dentist's chair, not caring that Robert's arms were stuck painfully beneath him.
Not stopping for anything, he removed Robert's gag, strapped his head down and
used a pair of pliers to remove all his teeth. Robert screamed and cried and
twice he passed out from the shock and he pain, but he could do nothing as
Master made him completely smooth-gummed in a matter of minutes. Then Master
took the same pair of pliers and to Robert's horror he moved to his feet. Here
he used them to pull out all of Robert's toenails. The pain was excruciating and
Robert vomited and passed out several times from the pain, but again there was
no stopping Master. When all his toenails were gone, Master bandaged his feet
and dumped the crying slave on the floor. After Robert, Carlos got the same
treatment and soon the two slaves lay crying on the floor.
The next four days Master only had them perform comparatively mild obedience-
and sex training while their feet healed, but on the fifth day he thought that
they had had enough time to loaf around. The slave boys were still tied up;
their hands behind their backs when he introduced what would be their outfit for
a long, long time. First he put their genitals in a pouch like the ones the
ponies wore, only these were locked with a real lock, since the slaves still had
hands. Then he welded the shiny steel collars around their necks, further
signaling the finality of their situation. He rammed their new butt plugs up
their ass; huge ones with a handle sticking eight inches out so that they
couldn't sit down while having them inside. Finally he gave them their new
footwear. While Master was not very fond of women, he did like their high-heeled
shoes. The wearer was not only more helpless, being forced to take smaller and
more cautious steps, and more inhibited: it impossible to run properly in high-
heels, but also very high-heels forced the wearer to assume a very attractive
body posture, arching the feet and legs, forcing the ass and chest out. So
Master had his house slaves wear very high heels. In Robert's and Carlos' case
it was ankle high, black plastic boots with a two-inch platform and nine-inch,
ultra thin stilettos with very pointed tips. The first pair of boots squeezing
their mangled feet were only one size too small, but over time Master reduced
their shoe size, and eventually the feet of both slaves were crushed down to
four sizes less than their original one, now permanently mincing around in tiny,
ultra high-heeled boots. The boots only came off once a week and then only to
wash their feet and change boots, so that their feet wouldn't rot off.
The first few days they were pure murder on their feet, but Master insured that
they were subjected to far worse pain when they misbehaved and soon both were
strutting around in they high-heels, swaying their asses in an exaggerated sexy
and quasi-feminine manner. Master demanded that all their movements be
exaggeratedly feminine, almost a classic homosexual caricature. It was intensely
humiliating for the slaves, but the alternative was worse.
Master taught the slaves how to walk, how to talk, how to move. He taught them
everything, reshaping them completely into the slave boys he wanted them to be.
Any resistance was punished instantly and brutally and Robert and Carlos spent a
great deal of time screaming and begging. Master required perfection in every
little detail and it took a lot of training and punishment to achieve it. On the
other hand Master believed that since they were sex slaves, sex should be a
great part of their training and that it would be much easier if the slaves
enjoyed most of. He used sex as a reward also and pretty soon Robert and Carlos
both craved Master's attention. After only two weeks Robert found himself waking
up every morning hoping that Master would fuck him at least once during the day
and the he would get the chance to prove to Master how good he had become at
performing blowjobs.
Robert was a very intelligent young man and he clearly saw what kind of
conditioning Master was subjecting him to, but he was unable to prevent it from
happening. More and more he came to love and adore Master, wanting to please him
no matter what. He also became completely addicted to having sex with other men.
He preferred having sex with Master, but Carlos or any of the other men around
would do. In the end he succumbed completely and one morning, when Carlos was in
the stables being fucked by Thomas and Danny, he threw himself at Master's feet
and cried: "Master, please, Master. Master, I am yours, body and soul, please
take me Master. I love you Master. I will do anything for you Master." He cried,
tears dripping on the floor, as he gave up his last bit of free will and gave
himself to Master. Master looked intently at him and said: "Do you indeed?" The
look made Robert tremble with fear and anticipation as Master made a phone call
instructing Thomas that they should keep fucking Carlos for the rest of the day.
Then his attention turned to Robert again: "Your life is not your own to give.
It has been mine since I grabbed you, and you will be punished for this
transgression." Robert shivered with fear and lust. He was beginning to love
punishment as long as it was Master who delivered it. Master continued:
"Nonetheless, I accept your offer." With that Master led Robert into the
dungeon. Here he alternated punishing and fucking Robert, sending him into a
frenzy of painfully orgasmic delight. After that session he truly belonged to
Master and he lay completely spent of the floor, licking the floor clean as per
Master's instructions. He embraced his life as a slave and hoped that he would
be with Master always. Master had one final reward for Robert. First he gagged
and hooded him, sealing off his ears as well. Then he used wide rubber strips to
cocoon him with, leaving only his hooded head, his high-heeled boots and his
cock outside. Then he strapped Robert to a table, leaving him almost no freedom
of movement.
Although Robert's cock was red and raw from all the sex he had just had, Master
quickly got him hard again. Then he slipped Robert's cock into a long metal
tube, which also had room at the base for Robert's balls. He tied it in place
with a string around Robert's scrotum and set the thing in motion. Inside the
tube was a pulsating sleeve, stimulating Robert's cock, sending him into a
seemingly endless series of orgasms. For the rest of the day and all through the
night Robert lay strapped to the table, screaming with orgasmic delight. After
that he had only a few simple thoughts in his head: Please Master. Obey Master.
Not long after Carlos succumbed too and after that their training went without
any problems and soon they were just two eager little faggots trying desperately
to please their Master, whatever the cost to themselves.
One of the ways in which Master delighted and frustrated the two little slave
boys, was to allow one of them to get fucked while making the other watch.
Master would lie down and order both slaves to suck him until he was hard. When
he was hard he would choose one of them and order that slave boy to do the
honors. One slave would them squat over Master's body and lower himself onto
Master's pole. Once the pole was in all the way to the hilt and the slave boy
was gasping for breath, the slave would start moving himself up and down while
holding his hands behind his head. Meanwhile the other slave would sit and watch
enviously as the other slave was fucked by Master. Both slaves would have their
genitals still imprisoned inside their pouches and as the fucking progressed
both would become enormously aroused and eventually whimper for release. For the
slave sitting by watching there was no hope for an orgasm. All he could hope for
was to be allowed to clean Master's cock afterwards. For the slave pumping up
and down Master's cock, however, there was a slight hope that Master would be so
satisfied with his performance that he would release his cock and command the
other slave boy to suck it. It made the one watching even more envious and made
the one being fucked by Master delirious with pleasure.
Robert and Carlos' lives settled into a routine. At night they would sleep in
Master's bed, huddling together under the covers in what little room there was
at Master's feet. They would be required to service Master several times during
the night, a task both enjoyed immensely. At night their cocks would be
imprisoned, which frustrated them enormously when Master removed their butt-
plugs to fuck them. Their butt-plugs also functioned as alarms, waking them in
the morning with painful electric shocks, soundlessly so as not to wake up
Master. Then they would get themselves ready for the coming day, administering
enemas to each other before showering. After preparing breakfast for Master,
they would wake him up as gently as possible; one of them sucking his cock while
the other gently licked his feet. Once Master woke up he always fucked at least
one of them before eating breakfast. At breakfast both waited on him, one
positioned between Master's legs with Master's cock in his mouth swallowing both
urine and cum. Once breakfast was over, they would assist in Master's bath and
usually he would fuck one of them in the shower, much to that slave's delight.
When Master had dressed, one of the slaves would go down to the stables. Here
the stable-hands had already fed the ponies, given them their morning enemas and
showered them, but they would still be standing enclosures, waiting for the days
training to begin. The ponies led very uniform lives: they were
trained/exercised, they were fucked, they were made ready for these activities
and sometimes they were punished. Since they were sex-slaves Master insisted
that sex be a large part of their conditioning and when they weren't punished,
giving them one orgasm after the other was part of their conditioning. So much
so that soon the ponies thought revolved around only two things: obedience and
sex. Master's training and conditioning eventually reduced all ponies to dumb
animals thinking only of obedience and sex. Whenever they saw a person they
immediately thought of how to obey that person so that hopefully they would be
allowed to cum.
This was where Robert and Carlos came in. Every morning one of them would go
down to the stables to help prepare the ponies for the day. Doing one pony at a
time the slave boy would first carefully oil the pony's skin, gently massaging
the oil into every pore until the pony was breathing hard from the sensuous
feeling and the pony glistened with oil. Then the slave boys would take the now
fully erect member of the pony into his mouth and suck the pony to a mind-
blowing orgasm. The slave boy then moved on to the next pony until all were
oiled up and had been given the first orgasm of the day. Before, during and
after this duty the slave boys were frequently interrupted by the stable-hands,
who either fucked them or demanded blowjobs. Both Robert and Carlos enjoyed this
almost as much as being fucked by Master and Robert had a special liking for
Danny. Danny would often run his hand gently down Robert's side, from his armpit
to his ass, gently cupping his buttocks before either fucking him or just
letting him go about his business. There was definitely chemistry between Danny
and Robert and Danny often fucked Robert senseless, sometimes even allowing him
to cum.
The formerly intelligent and independent law student had been reduced to a horny
little bimbo of a slave boy, thinking only about how he could best please his
masters and where he would get his next fuck.
When not in the stables, the two slave boys would perform whatever duty Master
commanded around the house, making sure that every thing was just as Master
liked it. Master made sure that the two little fucktoys never made any
decisions. Whenever they were in doubt they were to ask and independent thought
was punished severely to make sure that they understood that they had no control
over their own lives. When Master was not around the two slaves still took care
of the house and were of course available for use for all the other masters in
the compound. In the absence of Master, Robert and Carlos would be equipped with
earpieces and other master would control their every move, watching them on
CCTV.
In just a matter of months both had not only gotten used to this, but had also
begun enjoying it enormously. Their lives were now controlled by others and they
were unable to do anything about it, so they might as well enjoy it now that
their every moment was consumed by obedience and sex.
