Ste 115 2

by Jake Ward

  Holt began to ride 105 hard. He slapped his ass, but it was also his running monologue of abuse that was having an effect on 105.

  "Do you want to be my little boy cunt," Y asked 105 with a smile on his face, "do you?"

  "Answer the gentleman you piece of shit," Holt roared from behind while slapping his ass with his hand. "Answer him, rag head, tell him what a good little boy cunt you could be."

  105 wanted to rage to both of them that he would see them in Hell, but he knew he couldn't. He was ready to die in the attempt to kill any of these bastards.........especially Holt, whom he hated more than the others, but he couldn't. A week after he was captured the Doctor had him brought in for a private conversation. That was when 105 learned that the Doctor was watching 105's younger brother. Even said he might have an interested party for him. 105 had begged him not to take his brother, he was all his parents had left now that he was gone. It would kill them if both of their sons disappeared. The Doctor had told him as long as there was no real problem with him obeying the orders given him, he would forego his brother, but if he proved to be a problem, if he was difficult and disobedient, then the last thing he would see before being sold to a male brothel in Indonesia where he would be fucked to death, literally, would be his younger brother coming into his former cage, to take his place. It wasn't just him, it was his brother's life he was fighting for. He would hate these men, but he would not disobey them, they could use him as they liked, his brother was safe.

  Holt knew nothing of all of this, all he knew was he really enjoyed this slave's ass for some reason. The way his buttocks seemed to press around his dick, and gave a slight pull as he withdrew, he wondered if 105 was even aware of what a great fuck he was.

  As for Y, he couldn't be more pleased, the tension he could see in 105's body as he submitted to this fucking was beautiful to behold. He was a raging bull that was bending over for this lesser man to have him any way he wanted. Y found himself wondering what the Doctor had that was controlling all this rage. He suspected it wasn't just the collar, because 105 looked to him as being capable of grabbing someone and screaming, "Take us both, you bastards!!" And letting the explosion of the collar take him and whomever he latched onto, and from the looks of it, he thought that might be Holt. He laughed to himself at how things work out sometimes.

  During all this, Holt had been ramming 105's ass unmercifully. He was close to cumming, but wanted to show his deference to Mr. Y. "I'm getting close Sir, is there any special way you want this?"

  "Fill him up Mr. Holt, let the faggot know that until he's allowed to clean out, he'll be carrying your seed in him, like the little boy cunt he is."

  The rage boiled in 105, but the only thing most would see were a few tears as he was once again humiliated beyond words by infidels. This bastard was right, just knowing that he would be carrying this man's seed around inside of him for the rest of the day was worse than the fucking itself. Which was getting pretty bad. 105 was moaning now from the pain radiating from his asshole. He couldn't remember a more painful fucking, and still this bastard kept ramming his cock deep inside him. Then he began to feel it. Holt's cock was beginning to expand slightly.........he'd shoot soon.

  "YES........YES........TAKE IT YOU CUNT.........TAKE IT ALL," Holt shouted as he slapped 105's ass on both sides at the same time while shooting his cum deep inside him. He shot again and again, slapping, shouting, shooting, until finally he felt he'd shot his load. He'd almost forgotten that Y wanted him to fuck 103 as well, and he hoped he'd saved enough for him. He didn't want to disappoint Mr. Y.

  "Now you've found you're true calling in life boy cunt," Mr. Y said, "you're the cum dump of a real man. Now tell me clearly slave, what are you?"

  105 looked this monster in the face, and with a resignation in his voice that was unbelievable to Y, responded, "I'm a cum dump Sir...........I'm a cum dump for real men...........I need to have the seed of a real man deep inside me Sir," he said with tears streaming down his face. As Y looked at him he wondered, what or who are you protecting? He was a pretty good judge of character, and he would bet a considerable part of his sizable fortune that something other than this collar was keeping this boy in line. But he also decided that he didn't care what it was, he simply loved the effect.........this was a beautiful slave, and he knew he wanted to own him.

  "Now boy, you need to go over to 103, and hold all the cum for a while so he can enjoy Mr. Holt's attentions. But first, get on your knees and kiss Mr. Holt's gracious cock and thank it for the wonderful service it did for you by filling you with its seed."

  105 found himself praying, not this man Allah, please not this man, as he crawled over to Holt, looked up into his face, then kissed his dick and thanked it for filling him with a real man's seed. Holt chuckled and responded to 105, "Well on behalf of my cock, think nothing of it, we'll be glad to fill you up anytime........maybe even again later tonight," he said grimly. Causing 105 to look up at him again in fear.

  "Hurry up cunt, get your mouth filled with cum from your sister there," Y ordered, I want to see how 103 responds to the ministrations of our Mr. Holt here."

  105 crawled over to 103 since he hadn't been told it was okay to get up, and lowered his head to receive the loads of cum he was holding in his mouth. Then 103 crawled over to Holt where his throat was filled with Holt's cock. Holt didn't hate this spic as much as he did the rag head, but he disliked him enough to make this a particularly unpleasant experience for him.

  Once again, Y wasn't disappointed with the performance, and when it was over, he'd made his decision. He was ready to talk with the Doctor.

  * * *

  The Doctor met with each buyer individually to find out what their interests and decisions were. He negotiated with each of them, though he knew he was going to have to meet with Mr. Y another time before things could be finalized. He took each of them to the door of the compound and thanked them for their interest, then he got down to the work required to finish out this very long day. He told Trainer that each of the Bosses could take their pick, based on seniority, of the slaves for that night as a reward for all their hard work over the past few days. He specified since Holt was the most junior Boss he would need to watch the slaves for the night (as they never went completely unattended), but he could have his pick the following night as his reward.

  Then the Doctor told Trainer to be in his office at 9:00 in the morning because he wanted to let him know what the buyers were interested in. Trainer was a little surprised because they usually did that the same day, but it had been a long day, and he figured the Doctor had his reasons. He assured him he would be there, ready to go in the morning.

  And that was the case, the next morning was a beautiful day, and Trainer felt great. He felt everything had gone about as well as it could, and he was anxious to hear what the Doctor had to say. The Doctor though seem thoughtful, not as celebrative as Trainer thought he would be after a good showing, maybe it hadn't gone as well as he thought, but how could he have misread it that badly.

  Finally, after they had settled in, the Doctor began filling him in. "First, I want you to know how pleased I am with your work over the past few months. We've been experimenting with some new ideas, and I know it hasn't been easy. This work never is, fun maybe," he chuckled a little, and Trainer was glad to hear it, "but never easy. Second, we're going to have to make a tough decision today, and I want you to really give it some thought because it may affect you more than me, and I want you're honest opinion as we decide."

  Trainer was delighted to hear that the Doctor really wanted his opinion and help in making a decision. That was exactly the way he wanted this relationship to go, but he was at a loss as to how selling a slave could be a tough decision.

  "Mr. X has decided that he wants 104. He also really enjoyed 113, but he's just getting started with this, so he only wants to take one. I've referred him to a good man to manage his Toy for him and keep him available for his use. He's in the Seattle area most of the ti
me, so he'll set up a place there and one in Costa Rica where he has another large home. He does have a number of special requests. He wants 104 feminized to a pretty extensive degree. I've told him there's no problem with that, and that we can handle most of it here in house, but it will take time, especially the breast implants. He says he's willing to give us the time we need to do a good job for him. One of the things I want you to do right away is require that 104 wear these at least eight hours a day. With that, the Doctor handed Trainer the high heels that he had worn for Mr. X when he was being interviewed by him. I want him not only to be able to walk in these, I want him to be able to walk seductively. I want him to feminize his walk and his manners completely. Can you do that for me?"

  "You bet, Doctor," Trainer replied, "I'll have him swaying in these in no time. Just how far are we going to go.......castration.........sex change?"

  "Well some of that is still being worked out with Mr. X, and he'll be making those decisions as we go along. I can tell you the base price we agreed on is $875,000. I figure with the surgical extras we'll be looking at just under a million by the time we're done. In short, I'm very pleased with that transaction, but I don't want to dawdle getting him delivered. That cage could be holding new product, so I want us to stay on it."

  "No, it's Mr. Y that is posing a bit of a problem," the Doctor said reflectively. "He already has a small stable, and wants to add to it, but his request is a bit unusual, as are his tastes, but he's rich enough to have pretty much whatever he wants. He wants 105 with his first choice, but if he can't have his first choice he's going to walk on everything right now."

  "I don't understand, so his first choice is 103, what's the problem with that. He can have them both if the price is right."

  "Oh the price is right, but 103 isn't one of his choices. He wants Holt."

  "You mean he wants to hire Holt to manage his stable, that's not exactly a new problem. We've lost several pretty good men to some of our buyers as we've helped them set up their own stables. I kind of hate to lose him, because I think he has some real potential, but I can find a replacement, after all, I found all these guys."

  "No, he wants Holt as a slave," the Doctor said flatly. "He wants Holt to be enslaved, trained and readied for him. He's willing to wait enough time to accomplish all that if we decide we're willing to do this. However, there are problems with this and I'm not sure it's something we should do."

  Trainer was stunned. In the years he and the Doctor had been working together this had never come up. However, he began to wonder why not, because he now realized that his Bosses were every bit as desirable as many of the slaves. But the idea of the Bosses being sold could ruin their ability to find men to work for them. Who would risk working in a place where they could be enslaved at any time? "The problems are obvious, and the effect on the other Bosses could be devastating," he said.

  "You're exactly right, no if we were to do this, it would have to be done in such a way that none of the other Bosses would ever know it happened. I've had some ideas on it, but first we just have to decide if it's worth our time to go down that road at all."

  "Did ya'll discuss a price for him," Trainer asked?

  "We didn't really discuss it, he made a flat offer, 2.25 million for Holt, another million for 105, if you can make an alpha slave out of him. He wants them as a pair. He can tell they truly hate each other and he wants to use that for his enjoyment. It's actually twisted enough for me to even like it," he said smilingly, "but that doesn't solve our problems. By the way, the problems might be worth it to you, your share of the sale of Holt would be just over a million dollars."

  The Doctor let that hang in the air for a minute. "On the two of them it would come to just over 1.5 million. It's a bigger cut than usual because it's going to be more difficult than usual, and you're going to be the one handling a lot of that difficulty. Just thought you'd like to know that while you mull the whole thing over."

  With the higher prices and the larger share, it was well over twice as much as he would normally make on a good sale. The Doctor definitely had his attention.

  "The other part, is that this buyer could be a significant customer for years to come. In the long run, catering to his tastes could make us millions more. It sounds like a lot of money to most people, and it is, but the guy that referred him to us told me he spent more than that on his daughter's sixteenth birthday party. You know our clients are among the richest people in the world, the question becomes are we willing to cater to his more unusual tastes and requirements."

  Trainer was thinking about all of this. The money would be great, and would put him in a much better position to buy into the business, but he kind of liked Holt, and wasn't sure he wanted to do this to the guy. "How would we do this, we'd have to find another place to train him, and the other Bosses could never know about it, not even a hint of it."

  "What I was thinking is that we could use the old part of the compound where you and I started well over a decade ago. The space is still there, it's easily sealed off from the rest of the compound, it would be close enough to get in and out of quickly, but would still be very private. Between the two of us we could keep a pretty close eye on it. You might hire one guy for this special operation then let him go when we're finished, so he never has any contact with any of our other people. I mean we'd have to give it some thought, but it's doable if we decide we want to."

  Trainer was impressed with what the Doctor said. He'd obviously given this some thought. "Did he say why he wanted 105 trained as an alpha slave?"

  "Well it seems what he wants to do is to have 105 be Holt's keeper. He's counting on the hate between the two of them providing him with a great deal of pleasure. Holt will have to submit not only to Mr. Y, but to 105 as well, the degradation and humiliation alone is something Y seems to like getting off on. A side benefit in all of this is that 105 would probably be so glad to be able to make Holt's life a living Hell, he'd settle into his own life as a slave. He'd probably submit to anything Y wanted just to be able to get his hands on Holt regularly. I'd been worried about 105, but this might solve that problem nicely."

  "Do you want to take a few days to think about it. I told Mr. Y I'd get back to him by the middle of next week, so you've got a few days."

  "I don't need a few days," Trainer responded in a professional tone, "our business is providing Sex Toys to our clients, we have a customer ready to pay us a premium on two Toys, it's a little more difficult, hence the premium payment. When do you want me to take Holt?"

  "Let me work on a cover story for a day or so, you check over your list of prospective employees, decide on one and get him to get that old space up to par. I don't see any reason why Holt shouldn't be in a cage by mid week, do you?"

  "No Sir, not at all, I'll get on it right away."

  "One other thing, I don't want Holt to have a number like the other slaves. I don't want any questions from any of our people who notice we've apparently skipped a number. What do you suggest?"

  "Well," Trainer said with a little smile on his face, "Holt's favorite beer is a Mexican beer called 'Dos Equis,' it means Double X or more simply XX. Why don't we just call him that, XX?"

  "Your sense of humor never ceases to surprise and delight me," the Doctor chuckled. Let's touch base on Monday, but we're agreed, we're scheduled to have him caged by Wednesday."

  "Sounds good to me, Doctor,"

  Oddly enough, the object of their conversation was at that moment deciding which slave he would use to pleasure himself with as his reward for a job well done when the buyers were there. If he only knew how much he had pleased one of those buyers, he'd be running for his life to get as far away as possible, but as it was, he went on living his life pretty much like all of us do..........oblivious of the future.

  About the author

  Jake Ward began the Sex Toy Enslavement series several years ago, and due to demand decided to expand and extend the story. He has been pleased that critics have found the real wor
ld nature and intense eroticism of the story to be among its most popular aspects. Ward believes that there is a deep current of interest in power exchange eroticism, and it is his hope that his stories will provide a means for people to explore that reality. He resides in San Antonio, Texas with his longtime partner, and continues in his interest in the training and development of male submissives.

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