wilmingtonboi

Slave Trainer

As I came into his house he was grinning, and I sat down my bag and shook his hand. I could tell immediately he was happy I was there, and I knew that he had something to share. He was a scrawny wiry man, and he needed a shave. His hair was disheveled too, and he reminded me of a weasel. He was a slave trader, a sex slave trader, and the men he processed and sold had little say in what happened to them. Most of his clients were in the Middle East, but a few were in Europe as well. I could tell he was anxious, and in a way so was I.

"How many you got this time Frank?" I asked.

He grinned, wider, and then he answered me: "I've got three....three and they are all waiting! I appreciate your coming on so short a notice. But I got this shipment to get out and I need them nutted and trained so I can get this deal done. I had a hell of a time getting them, and the whole deal almost fell through because of it. As it is, now that they are here, I've got less than two months before I have to ship them out, and right now they are anything but compliant. They've been in the system three weeks already, and I only just got them here. Hell, I'm running late on them, and it's well past time to begin their transformation."

I nodded. He made his money taking men and turning them into willing sex slaves. He took care of the capture and transportation end of things, as well as brokering the deals. My role was much simpler. I trained them, made them in a way what they would become, and because of what I did he made the money he made. It was a good partnership, and it had worked well for many years. I never knew where he found them, but he did, and most of them didn't have shit for lives anyway. He found some on the street I'm sure, and a few from bars too I guessed. He had his contacts, and he found me through one of them. Yeah, I came into the picture because the military taught me how to break a man, and so he pays me to do their training and to make them into what his clients desire.

He can make a hundred grand profit for a hot, well trained slave, and sometimes more, and that's after all of his shipping expenses have been paid. There is big money in the trade, and lots of very wealthy people will pay handsomely to have a willing hole to fuck and a willing set of lips to suck their pole. The key to the money is getting well toned men, or making them, and then getting them trained, and since that's my area of expertise he pays me well. And, it helps of course that I like my job.

Normally, it takes longer than two months to break a man, but there are shortcuts that work well and I've never had any problems there. The training part was easier than you would think, and the key to the success of it was getting them neutered and using a strap. Taking a man's balls will break him, sure as shit it will, and once that's been done the rest is easy. Unmanning them was necessary for another reason too. The truth is that there isn't much demand for a slave with balls, but once I had take their sex their bodies change and as soon as they were trained the money can be made. The key to it all is the castration, for once a man has lost his balls, a lot of the fight goes away, and soon enough he doesn’t care anymore and will go along with what has been done to him. Of course, there was is a lot to do, and the other part of it is getting their holes stretched, and their mouths trained. I knew that it would take a few months and more than a few doses of the strap to get it done.

I had been doing this for more than ten years, and I was good at it. I always savored the first day though, when I began the process really. I especially enjoyed the unmannings and I always enjoyed giving them their initial strapping. The first strapping is important, because they need to know what will happen when they misbehave, and when the are being trained to suck a cock and to do it right they need to know, deep in their subconscious, that there is a strap waiting and it will burn them to the core if they dare to do it wrong. Within two months these men would be sucking cocks and spreading their own legs, begging to be fucked and used and willing to do anything they were asked. Of course, right now, they were fresh, and dangerous, and the only way they would spread their legs for anyone was if you tied their ankles and jerked them apart.

I shared a drink and after it was done I picked up my bag and together we went downstairs, to where his makeshift dungeon was. Two of the men were squatting in their cages, chained inside of them and totally naked. He had obviously prepared them for my arrival, as their hands were shackled behind their backs and they were both wearing a strap-on gag. He was of course using a cock gag, and so their mouths were stuffed with a rubber cock, shoved down their throats and strapped in place. The gag served two purposes really. It kept them totally quiet of course, but it also introduced them to the feeling of having a stiff fat cock shoved down their throat, filling up their mouth as if the dick they were chewing on was eager with desire. It was not a feeling any of them were used to and their eyes bugged out as they felt the hard sausages stuffing their mouths.

The third man wasn't gagged right now, and he wasn't in a cage either. But he had a steel cable around his neck, like a hangman's noose, and at this moment he was on a treadmill, jogging on it actually. There was a smaller cable noosed around his balls too, connected to the front of the treadmill, and with the one around his neck he didn't have a lot of choice but to keep up with the machine that was running at a steady, constant pace. As I looked at him he was sweating like a pig and struggling to keep up with the pace of the machine. Of course, if he stopped he'd castrate himself and then choke to death as it was done. Needless to say, he was pretty motivated to keep jogging.

He was a big, fat man, probably in his late thirties and with a round belly. He wasn't the kind of man I would have thought of as a slave, plain and simple, and with him being at least 30 to 40 pounds overweight I had trouble picturing him pleasuring some sultan. But as I looked at him jogging their, sweating like a pig, I was pretty certain his diet had already started and within two months of course he would be a lot thinner, and toned too. As I was looking at him running the treadmill, I could tell he was anything but happy. Of course, after I had done in his nuts, he would be even less so.

The sweat was running down his back, and it glistened. He was hot and sweating and he stunk of BO. Beneath his legs, his fat balls were hanging, loose, and swinging like a bull's nuts, swaying in the heat and hanging loose in some primal attempt to keep themselves cool. I couldn't see his cock though, because he was wearing a harness and it was encased in a steel tube, padlocked in place and kept up and away from his hands. I wondered how long he had been in it. Certainly for a while, and there was little doubt that inside of the tube his cock was eager and willing and dripping with pent up desire. Well, I'd change that, and after today he wouldn't need the chastity device anymore. He was breathing hard, sweating as the machine worked his body, and it was obvious he was anything but happy.

The cage nearest to me had a man in it that couldn’t have been more than nineteen. He was bent over, squatting there, as the cage was only about four feet high and it wasn't possible for him to stand up in it. He was a scared kid really, toned and muscled, and was as hot as shit. His hair was bright red, and the boy was pretty smooth, although there was a thick patch of red pubic hair above his cock that seemed to draw attention to his pole. His rod was encased in a steel tube as well, the metal harness holding his dick firmly in place. It went around his waist and up and under his thighs, and the metal straps held his steel tube firmly, so that it curved downward and was padlocked there, trapping his cock and keeping it secure and away from his touch. The end of the tube had a hole in it, and you could see where he had pissed through it not long before.

There was a puddle under his cage, where he had pissed the floor, but I could see the floor drain there and it didn't matter much. A quick wash with a hose and he and his cage would be cleaned. I like a well thought out dungeon, and this one was as good as any I had seen. The steel tube didn't hide his big bag though, and it was obvious the young man's scrotum was stuffed full, a man's bag in every way, and as I looked at it under his trapped pole I knew he wasn’t going to like what I had come to do.

The last man was about twenty five or so, and looked like a swimmer. He looked to me to be of a Slavic decent, with jet black hair and deep, penetrating eyes. He had that strong, powerful body, and as he squatted in his cage and stared at me I could see the defiance in his eyes. It was hard to imagine him laying on his back and lifting his legs willingly over his head, exposing his hole to some rich man's dick. Still, eventually he would do exactly that, and more. Right now his dick was caged as well, trapped in a steel prison, and the stainless steel chastity device was tight and secure. I could see a few lines of redness around the straps, and it seemed to me that he had been in it a while. What caught my attention was that his metal tube was straight, and lacked the curve that the other men wore. A curved dick cage will keep a man's dick small and pointed at the floor, and for the most part will prevent an erection. But this man was wearing a different case, and the way it jutted upward it made it look like he had a boner, even though his cock wasn't exactly visible and so there was no way to know. Still, the tube jutted out, and upward, and was held in that position and so it was quite apparent that his cock inside was also lying vertically. For some reason, I imagined it was hard and dripping.

I looked to Frank and nodded, and then I asked: "OK.....what do you want, the usual?"

He answered me: "They are all ready, waiting and ready to feel the strap. As for the rest of it, well, and you can shoot up the two of them and that will be enough. As for the redhead, I need him smooth, bag and all, and stubbed too, so I want the full treatment for him. And, if you want your tip, take your pick. They're all clean and their blood tests were negative."

I grinned. I loved fucking a virgin's ass, and I knew immediately I'd have the red head before I was done. I looked his way and smiled, and then I winked at him, and as I did I felt my own dick stir in my pants. I knew right then his hole would be tight as hell and I could hardly wait to feel it gripping my cock.

Then I said: "OK...let's start with fatso there, and get him done. He looks like he needs a break anyway and he'll make a good example for the others."

With that the two of us went over to the treadmill, and Frank turned it off and started to unchain the man from the machine. He was gasping for breath, and you could sense the relief of finally being allowed to rest. He was too tired to really fight us, and besides, he didn't really know what was going to happen. We each took and arm and led him off of the treadmill, over to the center of the room where the horse was waiting.

It was made of stainless steal, with a padded cross piece and places to shackle his wrists on the far side. We walked him up to it, and laid him across the bar, his fat belly resting on it. I pushed on the back of his neck and he bent over it, doubled over, and as I held him there Frank secured his two wrists into the front supports of the device. Then he came back around and secured his right ankle into position. There was a series of holes that ran along a metal plate that was attached to the metal frame of the device, and a loop of rope that was tied to a metal ring that had a steel peg welded to it. It made it very simple to quickly secure his ankles. Frank looped the rope around his right ankle, and then pulled his right leg outward, where he wanted it, and then dropped the steel peg into the hole there and that was all there was to it. I did the same with the man's left leg, stretching it out, wide, way out, so that his legs were spread so wide that he looked like a human wishbone. I pegged it to the floor, and it was done and he was ready.

I liked the horse. It held a man perfectly for anything we needed to do to him, and once secured there wasn’t anything he could really do but wait with his legs spread for it to be done to him. His balls were totally exposed, as was his hole, and you could see underneath and his caged cock was hanging in the air. I liked the view, and I liked the way it held a man, and I could reach and touch any part of him. He was absolutely powerless to do anything to stop me.

The man wasn't saying anything, and instead he just lay still, trying to catch his breath, with his eyes opened wide and his mouth dry with fear. He had no idea what was going to be done to him, and the fear was visible. I looped a thick leather strap up and over the small of his back, and tightened it down, so that his back was curved slightly downward. That had the effect of protecting his kidneys if I missed with the prison strap, and also to force his bottom to be pushed upward and out, so that it was jutting into the air almost as if it was begging for it. It also exposed his bag even more so than it was already exposed, and made it more accessible when it was time to destroy his balls. As I was doing that Frank had gone to the closet and picked out the strap, and bringing it back to me I noticed that every eye in the room was on it. It was time to start their first lesson.

I took the strap from Frank and then looked around the room, at the two men in their cages, and the man strapped to the horse, and then I said: "Gentlemen, this is a prison strap, and it is designed to be used on men who don't do as they are told. Whatever life you have had is over. OVER! From now on you are property, someone else's property, and you will do exactly as you are told and you will willingly do everything you are told. You are slaves. You are sex slaves to be exact, and you will spend the rest of your life pleasing others. I suggest you get used to the idea, because that's what you are, and the sooner you accept that the sooner you will be able to handle your new life."

The men started struggling, and the guys in their cages were rattling their chains and their eyes were wide with fear. They didn't like what I was saying to them. The man strapped down to the horse was talking now, begging me and demanding to be let up. I leaned over and simply said, almost in a whisper: "If you don't shut the fuck up, and now, I'll castrate you." His eyes went wide open, and his fear intensified a hundred times. It had the desired affect though, and my words silenced him as effectively as any gag.

As I looked up I could see the red headed male was trying to talk, mumbling in his gag as he protested. I looked at him especially, and then I said: "I can tell you gentlemen don't like chewing on those rubber cocks in your mouth. Well, get used to them, because you'll be sucking a lot of cocks in your future."

Then, I held up the strap for everyone to see. Every eye in the room was on it. It was 18 inches long, and about an eighth of an inch thick, with eight quarter inch holes right down the center. It was all business. As I held it up I said "See this strap? Well, today you will each be introduced to it, so that you will fully understand what it feels like. It's important that you understand we mean business here, and after today you will be strapped any time you are disrespectful or fail to do as you are told. When you don't have a cock down your throat you will say nothing, unless you are spoken to, and if you say anything it will always begin with the word 'SIR' and end with the word 'SIR.' ALWAYS! If you forget that, you will be strapped again, and again after that if you forget it again. If necessary, we will strap the skin right off your ass!"

As I was talking, I walked around to the backside of the man who was tied down, and as I did I took the big handle of the strap I was holding and simply rested it up against his puckered hole. His hole was totally exposed, and his legs were spread so wide that there was nothing left to the imagination. It was ringed with hair. As I pushed the handle of the strap up against it, the man turned his head around, his eyes wide, very wide, and he stared at me and struggled, desperately, to close his legs.

I then continued their lesson: "And, one more thing. Your body is property, and that includes your cock and your balls and your hole. Over time your cock won't be that important to you, even though right now it's driving you insane with desire. Well, your days of fucking are over, and there won't be any more pussy's in your life. I suggest you keep the memories, and relish them. Pretty soon I'll take care of your dripping dicks, and get your minds in the right mindset of a willing slave. We own your sex, and your cock, and your balls for that matter. And we also own your hole, and when we want to we can do anything we want with it."

As I said that I leaned up against the strap handle, pushing it, and it popped past the man's ring of muscle and he grunted as it slid inside. I pushed it in deep, all the way to his prostate with a single thrust, and then I started moving the strap handle up and down and around and around. I don't think he could believe the feeling! He grunted, and started begging me, begging me to stop what I was doing. I told him one more time that if he didn't shut the fuck up and take it, he'd be singing soprano. As I said that I reached down and squeezed his balls, firmly, and when I did that he got the message, and stared at me then, grunting as he bit his lip and felt his ass being violated. Even so, he shook against the restraints. As I fucked his ass with the handle of the strap, I said "Yes....your hole isn't yours anymore. Get used to it, all of you. If we want to fuck your hole, then you will spread those legs and beg us to do it. I suggest you learn to do it well."

While I was using the wooden handle to fuck the slave's ass, I nodded to Frank, who pulled out a key and removed the man's chastity belt. As he pulled off the tube the man's fat cock jutted upward, obviously eager to be released, and his cock went so hard so quickly it was obvious he was horny as hell. It had been several weeks since he was captured and put into the device, and his dick jutted. His cock head was round and fat and purple, and the single eye of his dick glistened. I pushed and pulled on the handle of that strap, and his rod bounced with the feeling. The man was fighting it, jerking within the bonds and trying to close his legs together, but they were useless gestures and he was powerless to stop what I was doing. I kept it up, fucking his ass, and his nipples turned to pinpoints and he was losing all control. I continued fucking his ass with the handle until I saw a thin string of semen begin to drool from his dick. He was really close at that point, and I didn't want him shooting his jism, at least not yet. Instead, it was time to strap his ass and to continue the lesson.

At that moment I jerked out the handle, and the man farted. His body shuddered too, and I could tell he was right on the cliff of pleasure. His cock pulsated, up and down, twitching, right on the verge of ejaculating but not quite getting there.

It was then, as his frustrated cock bobbed and twitched on the edge, where heaven touches earth, that I decided to set things into motion. I was holding the strap at this point, and the man knew it. It had a weight to it, and the leather was so stiff that it stood out when it was held horizontal to the floor. I looked at the string of holes down the middle, and the end that was split into three separate pieces. It was a hell of a strap, and there wasnt any doubt it would hurt like hell. When I started swishing it through the air the man waiting turned to watch, and when I glanced to his hole it seemed to wink at me.

I raised my arm high, as high as I could, and then looking at his hole and using it as a target, I brought the thick leather down hard, with all of the strength that I could muster.
"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! Oh..oh fuckKKKKKKKK!" he yelled. I laughed, loudly, as the man stared back at me and the strap. He had wide open eyes then, the shock in his ass burning with a vengeance. He couldn't believe it of course, and the look on his face as he suddenly realized his predicament was something I'll never forget. He gasped, and tried to speak, but the burn was filling his brain by then, intensifying then to greater and greater heights as the seconds past after the big leather strap had smacked across his bare bottom. It consumed him then, and he struggled, desperate, his big thighs straining as he fought to close his fat legs and to pull himself free from the restraints that held him.

I raised the strap up again, and brought it down with increased speed.

"fuckKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!" he screamed.

"Oh...STOP...STOP....STOP!!!! No more! PLEASE!!!! STOP FOR GOD'S SAKE! STOP!!!!!"

My hand went into motion then, raising up the strap, high, and then bringing it down with a vengeance. The man screamed, and he started to buck his hips, trying to move them out of the way. I was hitting him so hard that his big sack of balls slammed forward, momentarily disappearing under him with each blow of the strap. I strapped his fat bottom hard, without any mercy at all, and as I did he jerked and thrust and fought with every ounce of his strength. The pain went through him, into him, radiating out of his bottom and burning its way right through his soul. He screamed again, and started to babble then, jerking in disbelief at the pain he was feeling.

Of course, he couldn't believe the burn. He tried to move his head, and he struggled desparetely. No matter what he did of course he was unable to prevent the next stroke of the strap or to do anything to stop it from coming. I relished it all, the look on his face, the shock of each hit and the jerks and struggles as he fought to get free. His ass was oh-so-visible, and as the man jerked and bobbed it up and down the other slaves were seeing it all. He stared at the wall then, powerless to do anything but to just feel the strap.

I set his ass on fire. I was literally burning his ass with the strap while is horny cock stayed stiff and hard and eager in spite of the burn. I probably blistered his ass for fifteen minutes or so. I just rained down the blows, one after the other, and worked them in lines right down his bottom. I overlapped each stroke slightly, with the one before, working my way down his ass and covering his upper legs too. I did his left cheek, and then his right, then back to the left and back to the right. I laid about ten strokes right into the sweet 'sit spot' where the crease of his legs met his thighs. I went back up then, starting over, strapping his already well-strapped rear, burning the leather into him again and again and again.

He was screaming and crying then, the snot literally running out of his nose, the man's balls slapping forward and back again and again, like a twin pendulum. His balls swung under him with every hit as I pulverized his perfect bottom. After a while his round little bottom changed colors, from snow white to pink to red, and then slowly the red increased in intensity and grew into a deeper, darker, and more sinister shade. Still I strapped him.

There was nothing in the world for him after that but the strap and his ass. He screamed, and I strapped him. He babbled, and I strapped him. He struggled and I strapped him. On and on it went, blow after blow, and he was jerking so hard and fighting the restraints with such desperation that the entire bench was shaking. With blow after blow after blow I worked that strap into his big bottom, burning it so hard that the leather grew hot to the touch. The man bucked his hips and screamed, jerking and thrusting with every single blow. Finally, I paused, and he lay there then, crying, babbling it out in great heaving sobs like a spent little boy. He was beaten.

I turned the handle of the strap around, and slid it back into his open ass without any warning, the lips of his anus puckered red and sore. When it bottomed against his prostate he grunted, his eyes wide open in total disbelief of what had been done to him. I rammed the handle in and out, in and out, fucking him with a smooth, continuous motoin. It was too much for him. Suddenly, he cried out, and then his stiff rod squirted out a rope of jism, shooting it out in a long line of white cream. Then he shot another string, and another, pumping out his wad as I fucked his ass with the handle. He screamed and bucked his hips and ejaculated, the essence of his manhood spilling out of him, his last load of spunk wasted in an attempt to fertilize the floor.

When he was done and his balls were empty, I pulled out the handle and laughed. Then I went to my bag and got the syringe. I pulled out the bottle of Everclear, 190 proof alcohol that would be his undoing He was staring at me, a look of fear on his face, his ass so read it was glowing. The other slaves were also watching everything. I filled the syringe with the alcohol, and then went over and stood between his legs. He was looking back then, seeing the needle in my hand, and with a look of trepedation on his face that was deep and primal.

I looked to Frank, and said "Feed him a cock."

Frank took another cock gag and pushed it down his throat, filling his mouth with the rubber dildo and then strapping it into position. I didn't want to listen to him beg when I castrated him, and it somehow seemed appropraite for him to be sucking on a cock as I took his balls. Besides, he might as well get used to it. After he was gagged, and all of the slaves were looking at me, I said loud enough for them all to hear: "OK Slave, you couldn't keep your mouth shut, so its time to lose your balls. Perhaps I'm doing you a favor. I know they are driving you insane with desire. Look at the load you creamed on the floor! We can't have you doing that! This won't hurt too bad, but it will do the trick nicely. In the next few minutes I'm going to turn you into a eunuch.

He started screaming into his gag, struggling like a madman. I didn't care. It had to be done. The clinets won't pay for a big man with a set of balls, even if we worked off his fat. They want their slaves nutted when they arrive, and it takes a while for the body to change once the balls have been killed. Because of that, I knew I needed to get it started.

I took the syringe that was full of the Everclear, and then, without saying anything at all I just reached up between his legs and grabbed his big scrotum with my left hand. He had a big sac, and inside of it his orbs felt like two hen eggs. God he had big balls! He was going crazy as I held his bag with one hand and the needle with the other. I hesitated, and then I winked at him, and as I did I pushed the needle right into his left ball, and then without any hesitation I pushed down the plunger until I emptied the 190 Proof Everclear right into his testicle. As he felt it he screamed into his gag and bucked his hips, jerking against the restraints and fighting like a crazed maniac. I then pulled out the needled and refilled the syringe. Then, once again, I pushed the needle into his other ball, and started pushing down the plunger that would finish unmanning him. As the almost straight alcohol shot went straight into his testicle, I said: "There you go guy…..feel the burn. I know…I know. Just accept it, and soon enough your balls will go numb and in a few weeks you won't even be thinking of your dick anymore."

I pulled out the syringe, and then I patted his purple rear. I then said "It's done. You're a eunuch now. Your balls are going to swell up over the next few days, but that's normal and so don't worry about it. They will go down pretty quickly, and in the next few weeks your big fat balls will be the size of two peas."

Then I laughed. The expression on his face as he felt his unmanning in progress was priceless. He had that questioning look, as if he is searching for the real reason I was castrating him. I open my mouth and started to talk: "Ahhh, you want to know why? WHY? Well, don't look so down guy; its all part of your future. One of the big problems that can prevent a man like you from being a good sex slave is your high level of testosterone. Yeah, it's your male hormones that determine your shape, your hair pattern, and even the pitch of your voice. It also makes you aggressive, and we can't have that. Yeah, its testosterone that makes a stallion high strung and impossible to train and the reason male dogs become vicious and start to bite people. It's why boys take chances and chase girls, why they drive too fast and deliberately start fights. In a good slave we can't have that, so castration will help you be more docile and become a much better slave."

He was staring at me, soaking up every word and feeling the burn in his nuts that was consuming his soul. As much as the burn, it was the realization of what was happening to his balls that was getting to him. I pulled one more sysringe full of liquid, only this time it was a full syringe of a chemical called Depo-Provera, and then I injected it right into his swollen buttocks. I pushed the chemical into him, and as I did so I knew it would drive his testosterone to pre-puberty levels, and do it faster than if I had cut his balls completely off. Meanwhile, the Everclear would kill his nuts, dead, and without his balls, he would stay a eunuch, with virtually no testosterone in his bloodstream. It was that simple, and now, with just three simple shots, in less than two minutes I had turned a strong, powerful man into a eunuch for life.

He collasped then, the fight completely gone out of him. He was sobbing as he lay on the horse, and as we unstrapped him and dragged him to his cell he didn't even struggle. Frank had slipped a closed-cell foam mattress pad in his jail cell, and he fell onto it, face down, his red enflamed bottom swelling as we watched. His scrotum was swelling too, and would continue to do so over the next several days. But in less than a week it would start to shrink, and his nuts would soon be just two worthless pellets within his empty bag.

I pointed to the Slavic slave next, and so Frank and I went for him. Before we opened the cage I said "Slave, you have two choices. One, you come nice and quietly and lay yourself over the bar and let us strap you down. If you do that, I'll tell you up front that you're gonna get the same treatment, and you'll still get strapped and I'll take your balls. But if you put yourself over the bar I'll let you jack yourself off first and blow that pent up wad. If you fight us though, I'm gonna leave that fucking tube on your cock, and when I'm strapping your ass I'm gonna strap your balls too, just to teach you a lesson that being stupid has consequences. And make no mistake, either way, you're about to be castrated. Your only choice is if you want to have it done frustrated, with your balls full of seed, or satisfied, with a spent cock and your cream pumped out on the floor."

Frank opened the cage then and he came out, and he was anything but complient. He made a high kick at us and started to run, backing away and angry as hell. I pointed at the horse but he ran the other way, right up the stairs, with his two wrists cuffed behind him, as if he was going to run away. I almost laughed. When he got to the top of the stares there wasn't any way to open the door. He tried to turn around and turn the doorknob, and that's when he discovered that it was locked. God it was almost funny as he stared at us, struggling with the doorknob and fighting for his life. He looked down, down the stairs, and Frank was holding the key, and letting it swing on the end of its chain, and with a big grin across his face. You could see the slave take it all in then, the realization that it was hopeless and he couldn’t get free.

We rushed him then, taking him at the top of the stairs, and with a jerk we pulled him right down and started dragging him to the horse. He fought us, hard, kicking and grunting into his gag, his eyes wide with desperation as we fought to tie him down. He kicked me in the side, hard, and did it again, but then finally we got him over the bar and his wrists out of the cuffs and secured to the horse. After that his legs weren't too difficult. Still, he fought like a maniac the entire time, and screamed into his gag, the realization then that he was helpless and whatever we wanted to do would be done. Once he was in the horse he panicked, totally, and it made me want to laugh.

Once he was secured I didn't waste any time with him. I picked up the strap and let him have it, full force, across his ass and up and down his cheeks. I just pulverized his rear, and his thighs too, and he bucked his hips and grunted into the gag as I was doing it. I wanted to keep my promise to him, and so I started to let the strap kiss his balls as I worked it into his crack. Again and again I let the strap kiss his ball sac, the end cracking as it struck his scrotum. About the fourth or fifth blow it started to split the skin, and yet while I was more careful after that still I strapped his ass and nuts, working it into him until he was screaming like a crazed maniac. About six minutes into it he pissed himself, the stream of yellow urine spraying out the end of his chastity tube and puddeling on the floor beneath his legs. It sprayed wildly as I strapped him, the urine stream spraying out as the tube bounced with each impact. As he pissed the floor there was a drain there, and so it wasn't that big of a deal, although as I watched him pissing it occurred to me that he was literally washing the spunk from the floor that his cohort had deposited a few minutes before.

I strapped him until he had pissed himself dry, and then I kept strapping him for a good fifteen minutes more, until his ass was literally turning purple and his balls were as bright red as the evening sun. I made sure I worked the strap down into his crack, and across his hole until is too was puckered flame red and extremely sore. I really laid it into him, paying him back for kicking me, and all the while I left him in his chastity belt. Finally, he was completely beaten, and lay just sobbing in the restraints, the fight gone and he no longer even struggling when he took the blows.

He didn’t move until I picked up my bag and took out a new syringe, and then, seeing it, I saw his eyes go wide and he started shaking his head back and forth. He was begging me, begging me to leave him a man, and when I filled the syringe with the Everclear he struggled again with renewed vigor. I came up between his legs and held his welted sac, and there were multiple lines of red across the skin of his scrotum. I didn't care, and for what I wanted to do they didn't matter. As I grabbed his big set of balls his face turned to watch. He couldn’t see his balls of coures, or the syringe, but he could see me and that was enough. I grinned then, and I was grinning even wider as I injected the shit into his balls. I did them one after the other, and he screamed and bucked his hips as I was doing it, fighting the feeling and struggling with all that he had to keep me from doing it.

But in the end I shot them full of the 190 proof booze anyway, and after that he just screamed and struggled as the burn in his nuts consumed him. Of course, the alcohol right away started doing its magic, displacing the water and destorying his testicular tissue. As the 190 proof Everclear destroyed his testicles and unmanned him, I picked up the syringe one last time and injected a full syringe full of Depo-Provera into his red hot ass. He grunted "NOOOOOOOOOO" into his gag as he took the shot. In that instant he was for all practical purposes unmanned, and while his testicles still had to complete their dying his days of shooting wads and fucking chicks were over. He knew it too, and you could see the tears in his eyes as he felt the burn inside of his two nuts that only minutes before had defined the essence of his manhood.

As I put away my stuff and contemplating the red head waiting to be done, I looked a at the slavic tied in the horse, a look of defeat across his face. He was slick with sweat, and his bottom was turning purple and starting to swell. I could see the big tube that contained his cock bouncing to his heartbeat, his eager dick still trapped inside and he totally frustrated. Because of his stupidity, the several week old wad he held within his balls would stay there, and that thought made me want to laugh. By the time we removed the tube, his eunuch dick would be nothing but a worthless worm and he would never ejaculate a viable load of sperm again.

We put him back into his cell, and it occurred to me as we were doing it that his first training session had totally transformed him. He wasn’t fighting anymore, the realiziation that he was unmanned more than he could take. The fight was gone, the man was gone, and what was left was a sexless eunuch that was just waiting to learn the new role he would be living. I knew he would be receptive to it, even if he didn't want to, and the fear of the strap would soon have his mouth sucking like a vacuum cleaner and his legs spreading wide, exposing his hole for any dick that wanted it.

We went for the redhead next. He was one hot nineteen year old, and I loved his red hair and freckled face. He was begging us, mumbling in his gag and his blue eyes wide open with fear. Before I opened his cage I said "OK guy, its your turn. I hope you are smarter than the last idiot. You arent getting out of here, and if you try and run I'll strap your balls right off of you. But I like you, yeah, I do. So I'll promise you this. If you make it easy on us, then I'll make it easy on you, and show you how sweeet I can be and how much I care about you." Then, Frank opened the door. He looked around the room, but didn't bolt, and I think he realized that his choices were limited. Perhaps if he knew what was in store for him he would have tried anyway, but he didn't know, and so he came to the horse and let us bend him over it. He was crying though, even so, crying as he begged us with all hope gone.

Once he was tied in place, and his ass was up, high in the air, I had Frank remove his chastity belt and I took a good look at his pole. God it was nice....a long pole, that had yet to thicken. It was a typical teenage rod, eager and stiff and hard, the circumcized end of it purple and round and weeping with desire. It jutted out horizontally beneath the boy, his cock as hard as a steel rod. Obviously it was glad to be out of the chastity device. Within seconds a string of goo was running out the tip of it, almost like a string of snot from a runny nose. He was horny as hell, and I knew right then I had to fuck him.

But first, I wanted to put him in his place, and to teach him what he needed to learn. As I looked at him, his head cocked back to look at me, I knew he was still defiant, a strong young male eager to fuck and with balls filled with sperm. He need to learn to fear the strap, and once he did, then he would do anything I needed for him to do.

I picked it up and let him see it, close, and then I gently laid it across the boy's snow white buttocks that were jutting up into the air, almost as if his twin globes of flesh were eagerly waiting for it. I smiled, and then I said "Boy….this is a strap, and it will break you. I'm going to strap you with it now, so you will understand this one truth, that in the future no matter what you are asked to do, you will do it. Because if you don't, then you will get another dose of the strap, and I can assure you that it will always be worse the one you have had before."

He was shaking, and I knew for some reason he had never been spanked as a boy. His ass was shaking, and he struggled against the restraints, trying to pull his legs together and to protect his hole.

Frank said: "Hey boy, I suggest you just enjoy the sting, and try to learn from this. You’re a slave now, and as a slave you deserve to get your ass thrashed, and now its gong to happen."

I grinned then, and picked up the strap, raising it high into the air and then bringing it into him with a veageance. There was this tremendous swish sound, followed by a CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKK that sounded like a rifle shot. Immediately after that the boy felt the fire like a red hot furnace, burning clear across his entire bottom and literally taking his breath away.

He gasped, in total disbelief I think, the pain from that single stroke far more than any pain he had ever felt before. Worse, it seemed to intensify in the seconds that followed the blow. GOD! Boy he struggled then! He was mumbling in his gag, begging me, and yet it was useless and served no purpose.

"ARGUHHH. PLSWE….UMP…NUMP….OH PLSWEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!"

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK went the strap again.

"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" he grunted into his gag.

That made me laugh, really loudly. Then I said: "I think you are learning something boy. Right now you need to just feel the strap, because you deserve to feel every single stroke. You are a slave now, a slave boy, and if I want to strap your ass then you need to learn to spread your legs and let it happen. Just know this…..when your misbehaving bottom is cherry red and you have been well spanked, then, and only then, will it stop."

After that I just pummeled his bare bottom with that strip of leather, again and again and again. Soon for him there was nothing else in the world but that strap and his ass and that strap and his ass. Oh GOD he thought he was dying! I wasn't quite as harsh on him as I had been on the other two, but he was younger and his skin was softer. Finally, after about ten minutes of laying that leather into his naked bottom, it was obvioius he had taken all that he could, and after that he just lay there and sobbed and the tears flowed down his face and fell to the floor.

Then I licked my lips, and stared at his hole. It would have been possible to fuck him then, and his hole was certainly accessible and ready. But I had another idea, and I nodded to Frank and he knew what I had in mind. Together we untied the boy, and turned him over, at which point I repinned his ankles back in place. We laid him backwards over the rail then, so his sore ass was over it, resting on the crossbar, and he was stretched backwards. There was a pull out support that we swung into place then, so he was laid out on a flat surface that went directly under his shoulders and took the weight off his back. His two arms were secured up and over his head, exposing the wetness of his armpits.

He wailed, and the tears flowed and he blabbered into his gag like a ten year old. He was facing me now, half sitting up and staring at me, his legs spread wide and his cock jutting upward and stiff into the air. The tip was still glistening, pointing upward and so stiff it lay high off his belly. The boy's dick was so hard it was throbbing to his heartbeat. The kid was horny too, horny as shit, and I wondered how many weeks it had been since he had last shot a wad. I stared at his balls, and hefted them, feeling the essence of his manhood as I fondled his sac. He stared at me, totally helplelss. I looked to Frank then, and that's when I said "I like his red bush. I think though he won't need it anymore, and he looks to me like he's anxioius to make a donation."

The boy stared at me, and Frank laughed. Frank walked over to a table and came back with a set of hair clippers. The boy saw them, and started to shake his head, sideways, and that’s when I reached out and slowly removed the boy's gag. As I was unhooking the straps I put a finger up to my lips, making a hush sound, and then I said "Shhhhhhhhhhhhh, not a word boy. Not a word. If you say anything at all I'll have to put the rubber dick back in your mouth."

The boy stared, and I could see him moving his jaw, trying to get the feeling back into it where he had been chrewing on the gag. Frank then carefully handed me the clippers, and I slowly set them against the boys pubes. He started to say something, but I put my finger against his lips again, and then I said "You have two choices here. You can fight it, and beg me, and if you do I'm going to give you another strapping, hard, right across your legs and up your stomach."

His eyes went wide open, and I could see the fear shoot through him. Then I said: "Or…or you can be a good little boy, and beg me, nice and polite like, to please shave off your pubic hair. The choice is yours….the strap….or a shave? You have ten seconds……ONE TWO"

He stared, and before I got to three he started to talk, his voice breaking….in a whisper "OK….you can…..you can take my pubes."

I said: "Try that again boy, and make it loud enough the other slaves learn something. What I think you meant to say is PLEASE SIR…..PLEASE SHAVE OFF MY PUBIC HAIR.!" Why don't you try that?

He stared, and swallowed, and then, just as he started to speak I said "LETS HERE IT BOY, OR I’m GOING TO STRAP YOU ALL OVER AGAIN! SPEAK TO ME NOW!!!!"

Then, scared shitless, he almost shouted "SIR….PLEASE SHAVE OFF MY PUBIC HAIR!"

I laughed, and so did Frank, and then as I was laughing Frank said "He's a quick learner. The boy's got some real potential I think."

I shaved him then, and the boy watched it be done to him. After I had clipped off his red curles and run the clippers up under each armpit, and then ran the shaver over his balls. After that, I then took some shaving cream and soaped up his genitils. It didn't take long to make him as smooth as a ten year old. Of course, what the boy didn't know, was that after I was done with him and had taken his balls, he wouldn't be growing it back.

His cock was pulsating, bobbing up and down, and it had thickened since I had shaved off his pubes. It looked oh-so-funny dripping there, rising from his bald mound like a loan tree in an empty desert. With his smooth skin, the boy's teenage cock looked funny, almost like it was a man's dick on a boy's body. He looked oh-so-young without his pubes, and it almost seemed a shame to nut him.

I wanted his cock, and I picked it up in my fingers. His rod was throbbing, the skin stretched tight with his erection. God he was hard! I leaned forward then, holding his dick, and slowly lowered my mouth to the tip of it. He was looking at me, scared perhaps, and then he gasped as I flicked my tongue across the tip. His eyes grew so wide then it looked like they were going to pop out of his head.

Then, I licked him again, and that's when I said "I like young cocks, so I guess it's your lucky day. I'm going to suck you dry, and when I do I want to hear you thank me, thank me nice and polite as I do it. If I don't hear you thanking me, then I'm going to get angry, and if I get angry I'm not sure what I might do. You got that?"

He stared, and he shook his head up and down.

I repeated the question: "DO YOU GOT THAT?"

This time he said "SIR….YES SIR"

I said "Good…..then start thanking me."

As I said that I sucked in his pole, slurping it down and into my mouth. The boy swallowed, and gasped, and then he started thanking me…thanking me for licking his dick….for making it feel so good. He thanked for for every flick of my tongue, for the way I was stroking his rod and for the way it was making him feel. I kept it up, and he thanked me, until suddenly he lost his voice and his eyes glassed over.

Just before he shot his wad, I stopped. Suddenly an idea came to me, and I knew I could stretch out his lesson and teach him some more. I let his cock bob in the air, twitching, and then I leaned forward and stared into his big blue eyes. He was looked at me, staring at me, and then I said "Do you like to fuck girls boy?"

His eyes went wider, and he nodded his head, and then he said "Ah….yeah. Yes SIR. I've only had one girl though.....PLEASE…PLEASE DON'T…."
I cut him off by putting my finger against his lips, and then I asked, "You ever sucked a cock boy?"

He shook his head. Then I said "Well….I'll tell you what. I want you to suck Franky's cock…..yeah, I want you to make him feel really good, just like I've been making you feel. If you do a really good job, and he shoots his wad before you do, I'll even let you keep your balls. If I lick your pole you lick Franks. If I flick the tip of your dick with my tongue, I want you to do the same to him. In other words, whatever you feel you had better make Frank feel. And, no matter what, don't you cum until Frank's all nice and satisfied."

The boy stared at me, and turned to Frank, and I could senese the look of disgust as he contemplated doing something he had never considered. Frank had his pants off in a flash, and pulled down his underwear, exposing his thin rod that was only half hard. Without anything else being said, Frank climbed up over the horse, standing on the two foot rests that were there, allowing him to straddle the boy's head and lower his pole down and into the nineteen year old's mouth. The teenager looked at it and hesitated, and I said "Suck it boy….SUCK IT WELL IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR BALLS."

And he did. I just watched it for a while, the teenager sucking his first cock, his cheeks bulging out as Frank pushed his cock in and out of the young man's mouth. In and out, in and out. Frank started thrusting deeper, and the boy gagged, his eyes wide as his virgin mouth sucked that rod. In and out. In and out. Frank's pubic hair was soon pushing against the boy's nose, and still he moved his cock in and out. It was time, and so once again I took in the young pole and started to work it with my mouth, licking the tip and flicking the underside of his dick with my tongue. The boy felt what I was doing, and repeated it on Frank, passing on what he was learning as he felt my mouth riding up and down on his rod.

Frank was getting close, but so was the boy, and the boy was younger and hotter and had been horny for so much longer there wasn't any way he could hold it off. I felt his teenage body spasm, and then a huge load of cream came jetting out of his cock, shooting into my mouth and down my throat. God it was sweet, and I drank his cream like it was sweet nector. I swallowed the boys entire load, which was no easy feat considering how long it had been for him and how big a wad he squirted. Still, it tasted wonderful, and I slurrped up the boy's salty jism and realished what would be his last and final load.

I sucked him still, until finally, his spent dick could give me know more, and yet still I sucked him. I sucked and sucked on his pole, sucking and licking the tip of it until he finally could take no more. Still I sucked him. He bucked his hips as his hypersentitive rod felt me working it. He was trying so hard to get Frank to ejaculate, working his rod then like there was no tomorrow coming. He knew he had shot his load first, and I could almost sense his fear as he was trying so hard to please Frank and make it good. It's amazing what a boy will do to be a man! I kept up the sucking, and eventually the teenager ejaculated a second time, and it was only then, finally, after a long time, his pole slowly started to soften. God a teenager has stamina!

Only then, after I was done, did Frank grunt and shoot his wad. The boy gagged, and the white load of spunk spilled out of his mouth, running down the sides as he fought the urge to puke. Frank pumped his hips and squirted his jism, and then, finally, he too was done.

Only then, after Frank had been satisfied, did I lean over to the red headed teenager, and kissed him deep and passiontly on his lips, sliding my spunk drenched tongue deep down his throat. Then, I stood up, and that's when I nodded to Frank, as it was time. Then, without anything else being said, the two of us just reached down and unpegged the boy's two ankles. We lifted them up then, up high and over the boy's head, lifting his legs and pulling them right up until his feet were next to his ears. There, we secured them, leaving the red headed teenager on his back and folded over, his ass totally exposed and his balls hanging exposed and vulnerable. His spent dick was laying on his belly, the end of it slick with the last of his load.

I stared at his hole there, winking at me, the little bud of his virginity waiting for a new experience. I knew he would never let me fuck him, not without crying out and begging me to stop. Consequently, I looked at Frank, and at the boy, and that's when I said "You did OK, for your first time. But you’re a long way from being a cocksucking expert, and its obvious you need some practice with a bigger dick."

As I said that Frank pushed the big cock gag against the boy's lips, and as he started to protest Frank just pushed it inside, down deep, stuffing his mouth with the rubber cock and once again gagging him totally. Once the straps were in place, the boy couldn't have said anything if his life depended on it. His eyes bugged out as he felt the rubber dick filling his mouth. The thing was twice the size of Frank and it stuffed his mouth like a turkey. I'm sure the taste of Frank's jism was making it real, and I figured it was good training and would help him in the future.

Then, I unbuttoned my jeans, and slid them down, along with my Joe Boxer shorts. My cock sprang out, eager, and I spit on the end of it and rubbed it in. Then I eased up to the boy, my cock even with his virgin hole, and grabbed my dick and moved it to his puckered entrance. He was staring, struggling then, jerking his head in protest as he saw what I was about to do.

I laughed. Then I said "Don't fight it boy. You're going to have your legs spread most of the time, and once you are sold it will be a regular thing for you. Get used to it, and try and enjoy the feeling. Very soon the only sex you will have will be the cocks that fill your mouth and squirt in your hole. That’s your job now, to satisfy other men that want a hot young redhead as a fuck toy."

As I said the last word I pushed my weight into him, my cock pushing past his ring of muscle and sliding down deep into his bowels. God he was tight! I savored the feeling of the young man, the tighteness of his hole and the heat of his body. I could feel his heat radiating into my cock, and I felt the muscles in his ass trying to squeeze me out. God he felt so damn good!

I started moving my hips then, pushing my dick in and out of his ass, fucking him, in and out and in and out. Soon my balls were slapping up against his ass, and as I fucked him the boy's own dick went hard all over again. I reached around with my right hand and grabbed his dick, and as I fucked his ass with my pole I jerked his rod, playing with the boy's dick and working it with my fist. He grew fully stiff, jutting rock-hard stiff, and eager like only a teenage dick can be. He stared at me, and felt my cock, and then just as I was getting close I felt the muscles in his rear start a series of rymthic pulsations, alternating squeezing my dick in rapid spasms. He was ejaculating! As I felt that the boy's dick started shooting multiple ropes of cum, another load of white jism jetting out and onto his teenage belly. God it was hot!

We came together he and I. For me, it was just another ass, anthoer fuck of many fucks to come. But for the boy, it was his last ejacualtion as a man, and I let him savor it before I took his sex. I jerked his teenage pole faster as I milked him dry, the young man savoring the feeling and enjoying it all. I knew he would be easy to train.

Satisfied, it was time to get it done. I pulled up my pants and put my spent pole back in my underwear, and then I went to my bag and came back with what I needed. The boy was staring at me, and as he was I said to him: "I enjoyed that boy. I really did. But the problem is that the man who purchased you doesn’t want you a man. No, he's paying good money and he wants you clipped. Now, I know I told you that you could keep your balls if you had kept your load, but you satisfied yourself before you took care of Frank and that's doing just the opposite of what you were told. So, well, you failed me there, so I guess we had just as well get it done. Now, like I said, your new owner wants a few things done to you, and he has made that quite specific, and so, well, through no fault of your own, its time to clean you up and make the changes that need to be made."

I then took out the bander and slipped a green rubber donut over the jaws. He saw me doing it, but had no idea what I was up to, or what the device was. When I pulled the handle back and cocked it, spreading the jaws, I think he got the idea. Boy he struggled then. I took his scrotum and worked the jaws with the thick rubber over it, so that it was high up on the boy's sac, and then, when it was positioned just so I pulled the trigger and let the green band snap off and around the top of his scrotum, trapping his nuts down in his bag. Boy he didn't like that! I loaded the bander with a second band, and did it again, cincing off his nuts and getting him ready to castrate.

Next, I took out a medical sound, a long thin piece of steel that is made to enlarge the urethra of a man's penis. The boy of course had no idea what it was for, and yet as soon as I took his spent dick in my hand and started to put the sound against his piss slit, he went crazy. I didn't care, and just eased it down his dick, fucking his dick in a way with that long smooth piece of stainless steel. When it was deep in his cock and almost in his bladder, I left it there. The strange part is that the boy's dick hardened a little, almost as if the attention was enough to stimulate him. Of course, he was pretty milked out, and even he wasn’t capable of a full erection right then.

That didn't matter though. I was ready, and it was then that Frank fired up the blowtorch, and when he did the boy looked over and I could sense his fear. Frank was holding the little knife, with its curved blade, and as he worked it through the flames it didn't take long to have it glowing cherry red. The boy was shaking his head side to side, screaming into his gag and jerking with every muscle in his body. He was about to be unmanned, and there was nothing he could do about it.

I took the blade from Frank when it was white hot, and brought it over to the boy's dick that was laying on his belly. He wasn't hard, but as I picked up the boy's dick it grew a little, almost as if it was eager to feel the blade. I moved the hot knife to the base of his pole, and then I asked Frank "How much…..how much do they want him to have?"

Frank said "Not much….just a nub. They want him pretty much as smooth as a girl."

The nineteen year old screamed then and jerked his head back and forth, just as I eased the knife under his dick, sliding is slowly through his flesh until I felt the hook of the blade touch the metal of the sound. I rotated the blade around the metal sound, until I had completley circled his cock, separating it then from his body with a single burning slice. I worked fast. As soon as I had done that I handed the blade back to Frank, and then I lifted off the boy's half hard sausage from the metal sound and it was done.

The boy threw his head back as I stole his cock, and then pounded it into the frame of the horse as he felt it happening. He was so mad it was obviouis! His hands were clinched into fists, and he was fighting the restraints and jerking so hard the entire apparatus shook. He didn't like it, but he couldn't stop it either. I took the knife then, and then I reached down and grabbed the young man's balls, and then I pulled downward on them, stretching out the skin there between the two bands. As I was doing that, I brought the red hot knife up once again from underneath, and just before I made the pull I said "OK GUY…..YOUR COCK'S GONE. HERE GOES YOUR BALLS. YOUR ABOUT TO BE A EUNUCH!"

Then, with a quick fast pull, I unmanned him, and in less than a second I had stolen his scrotum, still stuffed with his balls. He jerked his head up and watched me take it, staring at his nub and seeing me lift his balls free. Thee was nothing there, nothing at all, and where he had been a man now he was as smooth as a woman. Without his pubic hair he was totally bald, and except for the little nub you wouldn't have even known he had ever been a man. The last thing I did was jerk the sound out of his nub, leaving the young man's puckered urethra sticking out like a little button in the middle of his flat stub. Without any question at all, he had been totally unmanned. Suddenly, the pool of semen on his belly looked strangly out of place, like it had come from nowhere. I reached out with my finger and scooped up some, and then put it to my lips and savored the flavor. It was without question his last and final load, and for some reason that made is especially sweet. I dumped in a full syringe full of Depo-Provera into his ass and after that he was finished.

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