Ste 115 2

by Jake Ward

  STE

  SEX TOY ENSLAVEMENT

  BY

  JAKE WARD

  twitter: @stedoctor

  115

  Part 2

  Copyright 2015 by Jake Ward

  All Rights Reserved

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  Warning

  This e-book contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers. This e-book is for sale to adults ONLY, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under aged readers.

  Disclaimer

  Please do not try any new sexual practices, especially those that might be found in BDSM/fetishes titles, without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. Neither this publisher or the author are responsible for any loss, harm, injury, or death resulting from the utilization of any information contained in this story. This story is fiction and all the persons and events are creations of the writer's imagination.

  Foreword

  Tens of thousands of people disappear in this country every year. Some are eventually found or return to their home and to something that simulates a normal life. Though normality may never be truly achieved. The remains of others are found, usually in isolated locations, generally telling a story of violence and death. Still others have chosen to disappear and seek to begin a new life somewhere else, some successful, some not. There are many circumstances that can lead to someone disappearing from the life they know. The disappearances in this story have their genesis in two of the oldest realities known to man, power and greed. In fact, this is not so much a story of men that disappear, as it is a story about young men that are taken.

  Introduction to Book Two

  The STE series is designed to be a large multi-faceted story. Accordingly, keeping up with a diverse group of characters moving in and out of the story can be problematic. As an aid to the reader, this list of primary characters in this part of the story is being provided. It is hoped that this will prove to be an effective reference check, should it be needed.

  115 (Matt Forest): 23 yo, 6'2", 195, 9" uncut, Anglo, athletic build, blond hair and blue eyes, straight, single unattached guy getting his life started.

  The Doctor: 41yo, 6'1", 185, Anglo, well defined, short salt and pepper hair and blue eyes, sadist that has developed a way to profit from his sadism.

  Trainer: 37yo, 6'4", 215, 10" uncut, Anglo/Latino, muscular but not bulky, dark hair and eyes, sadist that has worked for the Doctor for years running his training stable, hoping to become a partner.

  Mr. Watts: 31yo, 5'11", 170, 7" cut, Anglo, athletic build, dark hair and brown eyes, loves his job scouting for new slaves for the Doctor to train.

  Slaves:

  99: 22 yo, 5'8", 175, 6" cut, Anglo, muscular, dark hair and blue eyes, straight, captive for 6 months.

  101: 21 yo, 6'4", 225, 12" uncut, Black, heavily muscled, black hair and brown eyes, straight, captive 5 1/2 months.

  103: 23 yo, 6'2", 195, 8" uncut, Latino, tall slender and well defined, black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive just over 5 months.

  104: 22 yo, 6'2", 190, 7" cut, Anglo, swimmer's build, brown hair and eyes, gay, captive just under 5 months.

  105: 24 yo, 5'8", 165, 6" cut, Iranian, slighter build but very well defined, black hair and eyes, straight, captive 4 1/2 months.

  107: 19 yo, 5'9", 165, 8" uncut, Latino (Captured illegal), athletic build, brown hair and eyes, straight, captive 3 1/2 months.

  109: 23 yo, 6'1", 190, 10" uncut, Black (Ebony), slightly muscular and well defined, straight, captive just over 2 months.

  112: 21 yo, 6', 180, 9" cut, Anglo (darkly handsome features), athletic build and well defined with attractive body hair, straight, captive about 6 weeks.

  113: 24 yo, 6', 190, 6" cut, Asian, slender but muscular build, black hair and brown eyes, gay, captive almost 1 month.

  Bosses:

  Murphy: 32 yo, 6'2", 200, 7.5" uncut, Anglo, muscular, dark features and hairy chest, straight, employed 3 years.

  Willis: 33 yo, 6'1", 205, 7" cut, Black, muscular, black hair and eyes, gay, employed 3.5 years.

  Martin: 31 yo, 6'3", 215, 8" uncut, Anglo, very muscular, lite brown hair and green eyes, straight, employed 2.5 years.

  Samuels: 34 yo, 6'2", 205, 8" cut, Anglo, muscular, blond hair and green eyes, gay, employed 2 years.

  Jackson: 33 yo, 6'4", 215, 8" uncut, Anglo, very muscular, brown and brown, straight, employed 3 years.

  Holt: 28 yo, 6'2", 200, 7.5 " uncut, Anglo, muscular, blond hair and blue eyes, straight, employed 1 year.

  Chapter I

  Matt Forest, now 115, has been abducted by a powerful, mysterious figure known as, the Doctor, who has enslaved 115 in order to train him as a sex toy for wealthy men. 115 has been received in the slave compound by a ritualistic raping, and is now beginning his training as a sex object. Trainer, the Doctor's head man, has given some instructions to several of the Bosses about what he wanted done with the slaves today. After 115's collar was installed he wanted him to be exercised with several of the other slaves, then put on a cleaning crew to clean the cells where the slaves lived. He wanted to get 115 into a mundane routine for a couple of days so he could begin to adjust to his new world. Trainer knew he'd been through a lot, and he wanted to level 115 off for a bit, then go at it again with him.

  However, mainly he was getting everything squared away so he could focus the rest of the day, and most of tomorrow, on 109. Trainer knew this was a critical period in 109's development and as much as he wanted to concentrate his efforts on breaking 115, he knew that 109 was now the priority. Besides, what he was about to do with 109 was, in fact, 115's future as well. Trainer had been working for two months to get 109 where he was now, it had been an accelerated program that had worked remarkably well. He and the Doctor had spent almost a year planning it then selecting 109 as a good candidate when he had been identified by Watts. They had misjudged just how recalcitrant 109 might be, and finally Trainer had resorted to the shot gun shell. That had finally gotten 109's attention. His illusions of escape and freedom were finally being shattered. Now was the time to strike him to the core, and now was also the time to see if this new method could be effective.

  As 109 was being taken to Trainer's quarters he knew his fate was about to be determined. He'd done the best he could in 115's welcoming ceremonies to show Trainer that he was willing to submit, that he finally understood his only way out of here was to have a client choose him for their purposes. No longer did he believe that he could find a way out of this Hell. He now understood that his life had changed and changed irrevocably. It didn't seem that long ago that he was living a normal life, a job, a few friends, a place of his own. He knew it had been real, but it was now gone. Bits and pieces from that life appeared occasionally, but only as he caught glimpses of them when he would see one of the Bosses wearing something that had once been his. Now those things were part of another person's life......not his. He had fought giving in to the absurdity of this reality, it simply couldn't be true, but he now understood, finally, that it was true. He was a slave. He no longer had the choice over anything in his life, save one. He could decide by his submission to these men, to continue living. That, he had done this morning. He finally realized that he didn't prefer death to slavery, at least not yet.......he wanted to live. He would submit, he woul
d be a slave, and he would become desirable to a buyer, and get out of here.

  Jackson, the Boss in charge of getting 109 to Trainer, turned off the main corridor leading to Trainer's rooms, and 109 knew immediately where he was being taken. There was a small preparation room that slaves were brought to before they were presented to prospective buyers, or Trainer or the Doctor. That is where Jackson shoved 109 into with the usual harsh words, "Get busy, you know what to do, so be quick about it. Unless you want Mr. Trainer to get pissed about having to wait for you."

  109 quickly got to work. Jackson was right, he knew what to do. The whole room was like a bathroom in an RV in that the whole space was a wet area. 109 quickly shoved an elongated metal nozzle up his ass then got on his knees and brought his forehead to the floor. The nozzle was attached to a hose coming out of the wall with a faucet handle above it. Jackson turned the handle and water started flowing into 109's upturned ass. 109 knew that Jackson would leave the water on as long as he liked, and then he knew that he would hold it in himself until Jackson gave him permission to straddle the toilet only a couple of feet away. 109 had also learned from personal experience that Jackson could be particularly sadistic in this ritual, and he hoped that today Jackson might give him a break. But, as his abdomen began to fill with liquid and he felt his stomach beginning to expand, he realized that today there would be no mercy for him. After what seemed an eternity Jackson turned the handle again and the water stopped. 109 wasn't sure he could keep himself from exploding, but he knew he had to try. He concentrated every muscle in his body on holding everything just as it was, especially his tightly closed sphincter.

  As Jackson slowly pulled the nozzle out of 109's ass, he remarked darkly, "Of course you know the standing rule from Mr. Trainer, any slave that releases his water before given permission to do so will automatically be given to the Bosses for a little private party at their convenience, or have you forgotten boy?"

  109 clinched every muscle in his body.....willing himself not to lose a single drop as the nozzle was pulled out. He would never forget that night when he was the plaything of four of the Bosses at the same time. He remembered he could barely move his jaw the next day, his muscles were so sore from holding his mouth open to their assaults as they filled him with their cum, and their spit, and their piss. The only time one of them wasn't using his mouth for their foul purposes was when he would decide it was time to fuck his ass again, or just enjoy watching him squirm as they used an electric cattle prod on it. 109 had worked very hard not to go through that again, but it seemed this time Jackson was setting him up. He couldn't remember ever feeling this full before. Then it happened. Despite all his efforts, he could feel a trickle of water running down between his legs. He almost started crying, but his concentration was so complete that he simply continued to focus on keeping his ass closed as tightly as he could.

  With a bit of satisfaction in his voice, Jackson told him, "Now get over the toilet, but don't release until I tell you shitface, and don't think I didn't see that gusher shoot out your cunt. It looks like we'll be seeing you in the Bosses quarters real soon now boy."

  109 rushed to get in place, hoping that his haste would prompt Jackson to let him release, but Jackson wasn't finished with him. 109 had no way of knowing that Jackson was following Trainer's specific instructions right now, and enjoying every minute of it.

  Once 109 was in position, Jackson leaned casually against the door jam, folding his arms as if he were a friendly neighbor who had just stopped by for a little chat. 109 didn't see any of this as he had clinched his eyes closed as his face was distorted into a determined grimace.

  "Look at me boy," Jackson snarled from his casual pose.

  109 opened his eyes and looked at the faux friendly face Jackson was presenting to him. Pleasant smile, casual stance and eyes as cold as icicles stabbing his heart. He knew he had no choice but to accept whatever this man, or any man in charge of him, wanted to do to him. He would squat, struggling for control over his asshole, straddling that toilet for as long as this man required him to. And if Jackson told him, he would do anything else Jackson wanted. 109 knew that now with a certainty and finality that he had never before experienced, and Jackson's cold stare told him that he knew it as well.

  Jackson continued to smile then in an off handed way simply said, "Let it out boy, and get back into position. I have a feeling it's going to take a number of fillings to get you as clean as Mr. Trainer wants you."

  And with that 109 felt the wondrous relief of letting his body expel all that water. The fact that in about ninety seconds he would be back on the floor being filled to capacity again wasn't lost on him, but nothing could completely extinguish the pleasure of release.

  In all, Jackson filled 109 six times before he pronounced him "barely" clean enough. 109 was then ordered to lather up his cock and balls, his face, and his head and get shaved before soaping everywhere and then having Jackson turn the overhead spray on. Of course it was cold water, slaves had to learn not to expect luxuries like hot water. They could enjoy that only if they were being used in the shower by a real man.

  In about thirty minutes 109 was clean, inside and out, still a little wet, but air drying quickly. It's funny how he no longer even expected a towel after showering, understanding that those too were luxuries wasted on slaves. So many things had changed in his world, and yet, he was still here, and now oddly hopeful for the first time in a good while. He never imagined that he would reach a point where he would begin to hope that someone would buy him for their pleasure, then use him any way they wanted, but that was the way out of here, and he was determined to take it. He knew that finally this shell would be taken off from around his neck, and that Trainer would either use it or put it away..........."Please God."

  He and Jackson came to a stop in front of Trainer's door, and Jackson knocked and waited for a response. When Trainer called out to enter, they went in. 109 took the stance he had learned months ago, a lot like Parade Rest for a soldier except each hand behind him was grasping the opposite wrist and his head was at a slight angle, with his eyes cast toward the floor, but up enough to respond to motions made by a master. "Sir, where do you want him," Jackson asked.

  "Attach him to the St. Andrew's Cross in the other room. I want his back to the cross and since I'll be reading for a little while longer, and I don't what him to think I'm not interested in him, hang the ten pound weight from his balls and the twelve ounce weights from his tits. And let the others know I don't want to be disturbed for the rest of the day. I'll call you when I'm ready to send him back or for you to pick up the body."

  "Yes Sir," Jackson said as he led 109 into the other room to prepare him for Trainer.

  Trainer returned to his seat and took up his book. He wanted to look calm and in complete control, and though he was certainly in complete control, he was in fact, anything but calm. This was the culmination of a lot of work by both he and the Doctor, and how things went today would go a long way in determining how they would do their work in the future. Of course, the added fact that if he could pull this off, it would make him richer than he had ever dreamed, only added another layer of pressure which he really didn't need right now. The fact was that Trainer had brought 109 to this point in less than half the time that it usually took him. More importantly, he now believed he could achieve a level of subservience with any man, even beyond that of the most natural submissive. If he could, he knew the clientele that the Doctor had developed over the years, and the others that would hear about it, would be willing to spend almost anything. Add to that the fact that they could produce such a toy in less time than they had dreamed possible, well it made the possibilities almost endless. All this was churning in Trainer's mind and he realized that he needed to focus right now, and leave the future to the future. 109 was his task right now, and he was ready to give that task his full attention.

  He had divided the session into three parts, and each would take several hours so he decided he sho
uld get started. He went into the other room and found a fearful 109 tied securely to the St. Andrew's Cross. As he approached 109, he kept his eyes locked on 109's. Each man knew this would be a life or death session, one man had a pretty good idea what was going to happen and how. The other wouldn't have believed it was possible if someone had told him in advance what would take place. 109 contained his fear, but just barely, as he noticed that Trainer was carrying a shotgun.

  Trainer was used to being an agent of terror and pain. He knew the power of those realities and he knew how to use them to control and manipulate others. He had terrorized and tortured 109 in the past, and so 109 was fully aware of what this man was capable of. That knowledge was also another element of power that Trainer now counted on in moving 109 to the goal Trainer had in mind.

  As Trainer calmly reached out to 109's chest and took hold of the shotgun shell that rested there, 109 finally broke the silence, "Please Sir, please........I'll never disobey you again.......I understand that I'm to be a slave, but I can be a good slave Sir, please let me show you that I can be a good slave........." As 109 spoke tears had begun to fall down his cheeks, ripples of fear were visible in his beautifully defined body.

  Yes, Trainer thought, he's magnificent, and he's about to become truly remarkable. But Trainer didn't speak, he simply gave the shell a hard tug which broke it free from the lite chain that had held it around 109's neck, where it had been a constant reminder to 109 that he was as close to death as he had ever been.