by Jake Ward
"I'll give you a bit of free advice, if you try to pee now, with that clip on, your urine will carry the hot stuff all through your urinary tract. If you think it hurts now, just try that........you'll wish you were dead before the pain stops. So I suggest you accept the simple fact that I want your dick to burn like hell for a little while, and not make it worse on yourself, by trying to get out of that. It's a good lesson for the rest of your life.......that's why I'm doing it, shit head, to help you learn. When a Master wants you to suffer, you'll suffer. Now Learn!" he shouted as he left the room. XX continued to scream, knowing that there was nothing he could do, but suffer........that is what his owner wanted him to do, and that was what he would do.
Just over half an hour later, as Trainer returned, he found XX whimpering, still hanging from the ceiling beam, his feet still attached to the spreader. He decided that he would put ball weights on him later, but it could wait until after. "I see you've begun to settle down boy, that's good. We can move on then." As he got up next to XX he showed him the gag, "We need to get this back in your mouth first though, so open up."
XX lifted his head to face Trainer, and the look was one of pure hatred. Good, Trainer thought, I don't want you to lose that hate boy, but as XX continued to just stare and didn't open his mouth, Trainer simply smiled. "Are we reluctant to mind," Trainer asked as if he were speaking to a petulant child, "that's okay, because I still have a good supply of this "candy" you seemed to like so much," and Trainer held up the squeeze container of cayenne pepper and jalapeño juice. XX's eyes immediately opened wider as he raised his head and opened his mouth as wide as he could.........waiting for the gag to be put in.
"Why thank you boy, I thought we could come to an understanding of how things should work around here, and I think we're really getting there, I give an order, and you obey it," Trainer said with dripping sarcasm. "Good, now that I can trust you to keep your pitiful comments to yourself, I've brought an old friend for a little visit."
Trainer walked into the adjoining room and came out leading 105. He was wearing the sightless goggles and ear phones with music blaring, so he couldn't see or hear XX, but XX was aware of who it was. He hated that bastard, and he had an idea why Trainer had him there. He'd already had 101 fuck him, and now he understood that Trainer intended to have others fuck him, to humiliate him. Well he wasn't humiliated this time, he was mad as Hell, this rag head was going to fuck him, a red blooded American man, that was unacceptable. Except, according to Trainer he may still be American, but he wasn't a real man in the same way........he was a piece of property, but even as that, this oily little jig shouldn't be allowed to fuck him........this was too much.
XX started trying to shout through the gag, his body was jerking as he fought his bonds, but little was being accomplished except he was working up a real sweat. 105 on the other hand seemed calm and determined. He didn't know for sure who else was in the room or what Trainer had in mind. All he really knew was what Trainer had said when he came and took him from his cell.
"Do you think that sometimes Allah gives us a little taste of the future, you know, to encourage and uplift us. I sometimes wonder if that's the case, have you ever wondered that," he had asked 105? "You've been working hard boy, and I'm proud of the progress you've been making, so I thought a little taste of that future might be in order." Then he had put the goggles with the painted lenses and the ear phones on him. 105 wasn't stupid. He'd been thinking a lot about what Trainer had said to him a few days prior. He'd been watching to see if anyone was missing. In the past couple of days he hadn't seen Jackson or Holt. He considered both of them enemies, but he truly hated one of them. He wondered if he was in the room with one of them now, and if so, why was he blinded and deafened? He'd been told by Trainer that he would know what he was expected to do when it was time.
Now he was being led into a room, and he couldn't see or really hear anything other than music blaring, but XX could hear and see everything, and he didn't like any of it.
"I knew you'd be excited to see him. He hasn't really asked about you, but I thought he'd been missing you as well, so I thought it would be good for the two of you to get together again," Trainer said as he led 105 to the back of XX, who was screaming his head off. God he hated this guy, thought Trainer, I hope Y knows what he's in for.
Trainer started pumping 105's cock and quickly got him hard. He put some lube on the cock, then rubbed a little into XX's ass crack. He did it more to humiliate him than to help him. Then he uncuffed 105's hands from behind him, knowing that for once, 105 really wanted to be where he was and was no threat. As he pushed the head of 105's cock into the entrance of XX's hole, 105 could feel what was happening, and hoped he knew who it was, as he pushed into that moist tight hole in one fluid motion. Trainer then took 105's hands and brought them around XX's torso, placing them on his now tender nipples. 105 latched on like he was connecting to a docking station in space, XX now started screaming in pain rather than anger. 105 was glad that Trainer had taken the ball weights off of him a few days ago because it had allowed his balls to fill up with cum and now allowed more freedom of movement, as he began to hit his stride giving XX a good fucking.
105 actually found himself slowing down so as to draw this out a little. He was horny as hell, but he didn't want to shoot too soon, he wanted to enjoy this fuck. He kept repeating in Farsi, "God is great..........God is great.........God is great."
XX didn't know what that jig was saying in his sand language, all he knew was he wanted him out of his ass! His cock wasn't huge, but the little rag head sure knew how to push it in all the way, jabbing his prostate in the process and bringing him to full erection. But his hands on his nipples were too much. He was practically tearing his nipples off which was causing XX to scream through his gag in pain.
Trainer couldn't believe how much he was enjoying the show, now he was beginning to understand what Mr. Y was putting together for his pleasure. It was more than two really good looking guys having sex, so much more. The emotions were all over the place like the colors being projected all around at a rock show. He hoped Y knew the complexity of what he was creating, and could control it.
But all that melted into the background as he watched the beautiful body of this handsome Iranian man, fucking, passionately fucking, this tall handsome all American looking kid. Sweat was beginning to shine on both their bodies, and Trainer realized that 105 was actually drawing this out, he was holding back cumming! Trainer actually smiled when he realized what 105 was doing..........that fucking little Arab, he laughed to himself. At first he thought maybe he should slap his ass and tell him to cum in that hole, then he decided to just enjoy the show for awhile and relax.
It went on for another fifteen or twenty minutes, XX was exhausted, but the pain from his ass and nipples never allowed him to let up. Finally 105 could feel that subtle feeling deep in his balls, and he knew he was very close. He could sense that this time he wouldn't be able to hold it back any longer. He started lengthening his strokes and then started speaking English, "I'm going to fill your ass with my cum.........you're going to be my cum dump you disgusting piece of shit." He couldn't hear any response by XX, but that didn't matter. He was hoping it was him and was talking like it was. "Take it you fag cunt, take it all, and with that he started shooting........he shot........and shot........and shot........he felt like his cock had a life of its own as he erupted in this glorious tight ass of his enemy. Yes, he could feel it, this was his enemy delivered up to him. God is great! As he finished, he held the body of XX close to his own and whispered into his ear, "it's just a foretaste of things to come........get used to it."
All XX knew was that the fucking had stopped, but his nipples were still being squeezed and pulled viciously. He screamed, he cursed, he begged to have that filthy cock pulled out of his ass, but of course it was just all garbled noise because of the gag. However, Trainer just continued to smile, letting XX know who was the Master and who was the one being fucked.
He'd take 105 back to his cell in a little while, then he'd come back here and before he turned XX back over to Williams for the evening, he'd fuck him as well. He decided he'd take the gag out before he started fucking so he could listen to the music of XX begging him not to do this to him. Fucking was always a lot more fun when it was accompanied by a good score. Oh, and he needed to remember to piss in his water dish before he left. XX's throat would probably be a little dry and sore after screaming for the next couple of hours, and Trainer wanted to make sure he would think of him as he refreshed himself later with a nice drink.
* * *
104 was slow to come out of the anesthesia. That wasn't the Doctor's strong point, but since he hadn't lost anybody yet, he still felt competent doing it all. All he really required was one good surgical nurse, and he'd found one in the Houston area that was into serious BDSM, and seemed to always be in need of some extra cash, so he was usually available. As 104 slowly came out of it he began to see some of his surroundings. He was still in a room that was like a clinic. He'd been in that room once before shortly after his capture. The Doctor had given him an examination here, and when they'd brought him in earlier that day, he was hoping it might be something like that again. Then the Doctor told Murphy and Martin to strap her down on the table. They'd been quick about it, and soon he was immobile on what seemed like an operating table. He tried seeing if he could still move at all, but it was no use, there was even a strap across his forehead so he couldn't move his head.........they could do whatever they wanted.........as always.
He remembered after being strapped down that the Doctor had leaned over him and told him, "You'll be under for awhile, and when you wake up, you'll be a little sore in places. Don't worry about any of that, it's completely normal with this type of surgery. Nurse!" the Doctor said, as the nurse placed a gas mask of some sort over 104's nose and mouth. "Don't bother counting," he said, "it's a ridiculous process........I'll know when you're under."
That was the last thing 104 remembered until just now as he was coming slowly out of the anesthesia coming to. As the Doctor noticed his eyes fluttering he began to speak to him, "I haven't congratulated you yet on being selected by one of our Buyers," he said to him as he walked over to the table. "You brought a very nice price, but there are still a few cosmetic details the Buyer wants taken care of." As he said that he was looking at and seemingly examining 104's eyes and nose. What in the world could he want done to my eyes or nose, 104 thought to himself, this is crazy, but since he wasn't allowed to speak, there was nothing he could say.
Now, as he struggled to wake up, he realized he felt soreness all across his chest, he tried to move, but he was still restrained. He soon discovered he couldn't move at all, just as before the operation. He was trying to feel anything about his face, he was terrified the Doctor had done something to his face, but he just felt numb, and for all he knew that could still be the anesthesia. He was still so.............so...............and he was out again.
A little later 104 was rousing again, a little more alert this time. The Doctor was there checking an IV bag, "I see you're coming out of it now boy. Everything went well. I want you to rest for the remainder of the day, and you'll be in bed for most of tomorrow as well, but after that you'll be able to get about a little. Within eight to ten days you should be mostly back to normal and we'll remove stitches a few days after that."
Stitches, 104 thought to himself terrified, then he began trying to feel his penis.......his balls, but have you ever tried to actually feel your cock and balls when you're lying flat on your back and can't move. Had they castrated him...........oh God........had they cut his balls off, was that why they kept calling him a girl? Tears started coming out the corners of his eyes, he wanted desperately to ask the Doctor, but he knew he couldn't, but he couldn't lie here and stay quiet........what had they done to him?
"Please, Master, may I ask..........what was done to me..........please," he whispered.......begging?
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK WITHOUT PERMISSION!!" the Doctor roared at him. "After months of training you would dare to be so disrespectful of your Master! What was DONE to you, you disgusting piece of SHIT?! You have no person that can have something DONE TO IT, he continued to shout. Your future Master's wishes were carried out.......it had nothing to do with you, and is nothing that requires you being informed..........YOU'RE A PIECE OF PROPERTY AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET THAT..........DO YOU HEAR ME?!!"
"Yes Master, I'm sorry Master," 104 cried desperately. He'd been a fool to speak. He knew no more than he did a moment ago, and he had infuriated his Master, and he would pay for that.......he would pay, he knew as he continued to weep, but was careful not to speak again. He continued to be sore, but he decided he would know soon enough what had been done to him........again, what could he do about it now.........it was done.
"While you're in bed tomorrow, I'm going to have one of the Bosses come in and continue your electrolysis, assuming of course that's alright with you..........maybe I should clear all your appointments with you in the future," the Doctor continued to rage.
104 knew better than to say anything at this point. All the captives knew they were never more at risk than when the Doctor was truly on a rampage. The same was true when any Master was out of control. A Master that otherwise might never do certain things, was capable of doing anything, in a rage. 104 prayed that the Doctor would leave soon. He would rather be here alone, with no one watching over him, than to be in the room with the Doctor while he was angry.
"Maybe you're worried that I didn't leave anything between your legs.......is that it slave? Well let's see, shall we," and with that the Doctor reached down and grabbed 104's balls and began to crush them in his hand. 104 thought he felt bad a moment ago, it was nothing to the crushing pain emanating from his groin. He cried out in pain, but was careful not to beg for mercy, not wanting to anger the Doctor any further. "Let's see, are both of them here," the Doctor asked, as he proceeded to count them out one by one, crushing each one between his fingers as he did so. "Let me assure you, you cocksucking piece of shit, if your new Master wanted them gone, they would be gone, and you would thank me for it if I told you to..........DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?"
"Yes, Master, yes, I'm so sorry, I was so wrong Master, please forgive me for offending you so, please Master," 104 gasped as the vice on his balls held firm.
"But as it is, so far all your new Master asked for were these," and with that, the Doctor raised a mirror above 104 so that he could see his chest......NO.......HIS.......BREASTS!!! HE HAD BREASTS...........bruised and swollen from the surgery, but there they were.......breasts.
"They may not look like much right now, but I can assure you, Mr. X will love them when the swelling goes down. I think they're large enough, but these can be added to if he chooses," the Doctor continued in a friendly, clinical voice, which changed suddenly as he put his face in front of 104's and growled, "and if he wants them larger, cunt face, you will be the last piece of shit consulted..........DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!!"
104 could hardly speak, he was in a complete state of shock, never in his life had he seen anything like it. He was a man with breasts, permanently disfigured, at another man's whim, but he could see that the Doctor could still do a lot of damage, so he struggled to say, "Yes Master, this piece of shit understands." That was all he could get out before the sobs overcame him.........what was he now.........what...........
"You miserable piece of shit.........dare to question me.......TO DARE!!!" the Doctor continued to mutter as he left, knowing he needed to get out or he might do damage to a commodity that had been sold. Not something he would ever want to do, so he just left the room to cool off. However, as he was leaving the clinic he passed Samuels and told him he wanted him to spend some quality time with 104 in the clinic.
"I want to be clear," he said to Samuels, "I don't want his chest area touched, what I want is for you to work one specific area for about two hours. I want him to regret, really regret, that
he still has balls. I don't want any permanent damage done, because so far the buyer hasn't decided about castration, and you're free to mention that, but I want him to suffer. Am I making myself clear?"
"Crystal clear, Sir," Samuels responded, he could see the Doc was mad, and 104 was going to pay for that. "No permanent damage, don't touch the surgical area, but make him sorry we haven't relieved him of the family jewels yet, got it all Sir. You'll be glad you trusted me with this Sir."
"I'm glad already, if I'd stayed there any longer I might have lost perspective, and that's simply too costly, but if I walk past this door during the next two hours, I want to hear screams coming from the other side. Get to work Samuels."
And that was why 104 didn't have any time to stress out until much later about the surgery. He was really occupied with Samuels for the next two hours, and in more pain than he thought a human being could bear. He screamed until he was hoarse, and then he screamed a good deal more. For two hours, anyone passing that door knew someone was in great suffering on the other side. After the two hours, the residual pain was so intense that 104 was in and out of consciousness. When he finally fell asleep again it was from sheer exhaustion, not having thought about the breasts again since the Doctor had left. The next day however, was another matter.
