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Downward Spiral of Jim – Epilogue – Part 2
"You're David, my slave Jim's ex-partner." The cop exclaimed.
"That's right faggot. Surprised?"
"Yes Sir, I am. I didn't know you were a Master." The cop stated.
"faggot, I've kept my eye on you over the years. I wanted to make sure that you took good care of Jim. When Jim and I were together, we did not have a Master/slave relationship. Sure I controlled Jim like a puppet, but it was all very vanilla and above board.
"After I left Jim for his dalliances, I started to think long and hard about becoming a Master. Once our separation was complete, I took a sabbatical for a year and traveled the world meeting up with the best Masters I could connect with. I wanted to learn by being a slave and masochist first. I hated every minute of it, but I did learn.
"slave robert, show yourself to the cop." David ordered.
slave robert walked into the light standing there at attention, completely naked and hairless except for his head.
"faggot, this is my husband, Robert. he is also my slave. his role is similar to the role you put Jim through all those years in the city. Robert is my husband, lover and partner to the outside world. he is my slave, houseboy, whore, pig in private. Like you, I enjoy the mental torture of watching a slave be a grown man, then a slave, then a grown man again. The mind-fuck is delightful. I know you understand that faggot because that's what you did to Jim."
The cop responded, "Yes Sir. That's exactly correct."
David continued, "Had you left Jim in that condition for the rest of his life, you would not be in this spot now, faggot."
The cop queried, "What do you mean?"
David yelled at the chained former Master, "you fucking destroyed him you good damn asshole! you fucking turned him into an object. you weren't supposed to go there. you god damn faggot."
The cop could feel tears start to well up. The cop had not cried since he was about six years old. He wasn't going to start now, but he knew what David's point was. He had gone too far. Jim was the love of the cop's life and he decided that he had the right to do with him whatever he wanted. That was true, except for the fact that now Jim was incapable of life without the dependence on others. In the past two years in the country, the cop had taken a perfectly good husband and slave turning him into a working object with no ability to think beyond his duty to his Sir. He had mutilated Jim's body beyond recognition. The cop wondered how long it took Jim to figure out he needed to call the authorities with his disappearance.
"Yes Sir. I went too far, but how did you know what was going on?"
David answered, "I didn't for a while. I kept my eye on you most of the last fifteen years but I was distracted for a time and didn't know you retired, sold the house and moved. When I finally heard about it, I immediately started out to find you. Regretfully, by the time I started staking out what you were doing, it was obvious that I was too late. You had already destroyed my former partner. That is when I knew I had to get you away from Jim.
"I started making inquiries through the police force to find out if I could come up with someone who would enjoy getting back at you. It didn't take long. I hired him to help plot your disappearance. It worked. I hated to leave Jim there by himself, but it was the only way to create the distraction. Jim had to call the police himself. If he didn't suspicions would have been aroused. "By the way, you will be happy to know that Jim did figure out how to call the police. He is in a mental hospital under psychiatric care. Your disappearance is a major scandal to the city. Already, some of your cohorts have resigned and it has only been a couple of days."
The cop said, "At least, Jim is safe."
David screamed at him again. "yeah fucker he is safe, but if you had left well enough alone and kept him as a slave when you were gone he could take care of himself. Now his is in a mental ward and prognosis is not good for him returning to society."
The cop bowed his head. He hadn't thought about that. He hadn't thought about if something happened to him what would happen to Jim after turning into an object. This was one place he forgot to cross his "t's" and dot his "i's". For the first time since leaving his college slave, the cop actually felt regret for his actions.
"So we have business to attend to. Before I decide what to do with you, which will not be pretty no matter what, you have some paperwork to carry out. slave robert, bring a chair for the good cop to sit down on. Undo his arm chains. Now bring a desk and the computer." David ordered.
slave robert did as he was told. The cop found watching slave robert interesting. Here was a beautiful man. He carried himself as if he was a professional in the business world. Even naked, he was perfectly coiffed and had a stunning body. slave robert reminded the cop so much of what Jim was like when they still lived at the home in the city. There was a difference though and it took the cop a few minutes to figure it out. Then it dawned on him, slave robert was better adjusted to the rigors of being a slave at home and a husband out in the world. There was just a manner that slave robert carried himself in this situation that he never did quite achieved with his slave, Jim. This pissed the cop off because it meant that David did a better job of training his slave than the cop had.
slave robert brought in an additional chair. This was followed by the entrance of all things, the attorney. Now the cop felt some embarrassment. It was ok being tied up and naked in front of David and his slave, but now the attorney was here.
David introduced, "faggot, you remember your attorney. He has been through a lot with both you and me over the years. He is here to straighten up a few legal matters while you still have the presence of mind to handle such things.
"faggot, you did a good job in making sure Jim had a pension, health insurance, all your assets in the event of your death. What you didn't do was give Jim your offshore investments, which is a loose term for the stashing of the payoffs taken over the years from the city. I want Jim to have that money too. The attorney has set up a corporation that makes it impossible to trace the cash. Jim has enough income to survive for a while. Therefore, we are going to keep all this money out of prying eyes for a few years until the scandal is forgotten, as all scandals eventually are. If Jim does recover enough to go live outside again, when he needs money for assisted living or other care late in life, there will plenty of money available to give him superior care."
The attorney pointed to the documents, "Sign here, here, here. Now go on the computer, bring up your accounts and change all the names."
The cop did as he was told. What choice did he have? When this was done, the cop would be penniless. Not that it mattered because he obviously was not going to be in society anymore. All the work he had done over the years was taken away from him with a pen and a few keystrokes.
The attorney received a hearty thank you from David and exited the dungeon.
David stared at the cop, "faggot, you are stripped of your clothes. you are now stripped of your assets. Now I am going to strip you of your manhood."
Here it comes', the cop thought. I am going to learn my fate.'
David continued as slave robert busily remove the laptop, the desk and the chair the attorney sat in. "There are so many ways I could go with this. You are still a prime specimen of a man. I could sell you on the slave market. You would have a good five years of life left in you; however, because of your age, I won't get the dollar value.
"I've thought about putting you in a cage for a few months of solitary barely giving you enough nourishment to sustain you while that beautiful body atrophies into a skinny runt. That would be fun to watch because your body means so much to you.
"I could go the opposite way as well and force feed you destroying your body in a different way by turning you into a fat pig.
"The most fun and the resultant greatest revenge would be to destroy and mutilate you mentally and physically into an object just as you did my friend and love, Jim. The only problem there is that I would have to maintain you until you passed, which could be a long time. Maybe it would be best just to get some money out of you on the slave market and allow someone else to do the dirty work of my revenge. I'll give it some thought."
David walked over to the sitting cop and grabbed his balls. He squeezed them so tight the cop screamed in pain and fell to the floor. "faggot has a nice set of balls and a handsome cock. If I turn you into an object, they will become useless. Maybe I'll bring in a good doctor to remove those two hanging things that define manhood. you are no longer going to be a man, why would you have the need for these?" David pulled them hard away from the cop's groin to the delicious cries of the former Master.
David ordered to slave robert, "slave robert, get faggot some water and a bowl of food. Take his chair away. Put the longer chain on one ankle so he can take care of going to the bathroom on his own. Release the other chain. That way he can walk."
David walked out of the dungeon leaving slave robert to take care of the dirty work. The cop continued to lie on the floor hurt holding his junk while slave robert attached the long chain to one leg so the cop could walk to the bathroom. After the new chain was secure the slave undid the other chain.
slave robert thought the cop was very hot and he was very motived to attempt to suck him off or just to touch his magnificent body. Naturally, the slave restrained since the cop was now a faggot on his way to being a slave or a lower status. The cop still had that aura of superiority that turned slave robert on. The slave knew he would be in big trouble if he tried anything.
The cop observed all this activity without the slightest attempt to overpower the slave. He was not only in a weakened state because of the drugs, he had not eaten in several days and the realization of what he had done to his lover, husband and slave took whatever fight he normally displayed away.
slave robert went away for a few minutes and as he exited the dungeon the light went back to the single 15 watt bulb in the center of the room. The cop happy about that but it took his eyes sometime to adjust. slave robert returned with a dog bowl of mush and a dog bowl of water. The slave set them down on the floor in front of the cop.
slave robert spoke to the cop even though he knew best not to. "my hope is that Sir will eventually provide you with a more substantial diet. Sir is very angry at you right now. my experience though he is a fair Master. i have never been for want in the time i have been his husband and slave. my prayer is that he will keep you well fed because regardless of your new status in life, you are an incredibly hot looking former man. If Sir decides to turn you into an object, you will be my responsibility to take care. i want to suck your cock so bad but i'm afraid for the trouble it would cause me."
The cop responded, "I understand Robert. Even with all that is going on, it would be nice to play with you. Maybe we can eventually if I become your duty."
slave robert smiled at the cop but didn't say anything further. slave robert's cock was rock hard and he knew that if he continued the discussion he was not going to be able to control himself. slave robert quickly left the room leaving the cop to his food and himself.
The cop quickly went for the food regardless of how bad it looked or tasted. He was so hungry. He ate with his hands and lapped the water out of the dog bowl. Being alone it was not quite as humiliating as he would have imagined. Afterwards, he went to the bathroom. He took a shower cleaning up the excess food on his face. Walking back to the main area of the dungeon he decided to look around.
This was a complete dungeon. There were whips, paddles, chains, and restraints hanging on the walls. On a long counter there were electronic devices for electric play, sounds, nipple clamps, suction cups, gloves, J-lube. There was tattoo equipment. Seeing that scared the cop because he didn't want his body marked like that. He hated tattoos on men and even on slaves. That was the reason he had never defiled Jim's body with such horror. There were also chastity devices another thing that the cop believed was dangerous and inhuman. It was ironic that the cop had these pet peeves considering he had destroyed more than one human man in his life mentally. To the cop there was a difference; however, most would argue he was equally callous.
The cop knew that whatever the final verdict from David was going to be, his life was over. The cop bet that one of two things would occur to him. Either David was going to turn him into an object or David would sell him soon on the open slave market. Given the choice, the cop preferred to become an object. The cop knew enough about slave trading to know that a man of his history, stature and looks would probably not be alive within a year regardless of what Master David said about him having a good five years left in him. Slave traders don't particularly like cops and they would see to it that this cop would end up in some work camp. At his age, the chances of survival beyond a few months would be surprising due to the 16 hour daily work schedule, the cruelty of the whips, and the unsanitary conditions. Most young men last less than a few years. Someone his age it could be a few months.
The cop surprisingly seemed to relax into this situation. He observed that there was a lack of stress other than the anxiety of his fate. He no longer had to worry about the house and the bills, which he didn't understand until they were taken away what a burden it all was. He did worry about Jim; however, he was relieved to know that Jim had gotten his shit together enough to call the police and was safely away in a hospital.
Several days went by before he heard from David again. slave robert continued to bring him food and water. The food got better; however, slave robert never spoke to the cop again. The drudgery of sitting and waiting his fate was almost unbearable, but that was of course David's point. The cop was going to sit for a while.
The cop estimated that maybe four days later based on the number of meals given to him, the lights suddenly went back on. The cop heard the door to the dungeon open and David emerged. David was dressed in leathers. He was shirtless with his incredible upper body adorned in a full harness that obviously was attached to his cock, went under his taint, up the back of his ass crack to the back of the upper harness. He had on a Master cap, leather gloves that accentuated his forearms. David's leather pants were exquisitely tailored cut perfectly to show off the bulge in his pants. His boots were spit polished, probably the work of his slave.
David was by no means as muscular or big as the cop; however, he was in fantastic shape, trim with defined muscles, a six-pack and perfectly proportioned. He was the epitome of an A-gay homosexual.
David arriving in full leather appeared to point to the cop's hope of becoming an object but the cop was no fool. David could still be playing him and any moment a slave trader could walk into this dungeon and take him away. The thought sent chills down the cop's spine. The chills may be strong, but the cop's automatically fell to his knees and bowed his head to David. This act of submission shocked both Master David and the cop.
Master David exclaimed, "Well done faggot. you learn fast. I'm impressed, surprised and pleased that you are taking action to know your new place in life."
The cop acknowledged, "Yes Sir." What had gotten into him? He had never bowed to anyone. Yet, this action seemed as if the most natural thing in the world. The cop was visibly frightened, which Master David loved seeing. The cop never cowered or scraped, but here he was with no resistance on his knees in what could potentially be his Master for the rest of his life. Where was his fight? Where was his resolve? There was none. The cop's personality was fading fast. The cop speculated that more than any part of this, his understanding of what he had done to Jim, the love of his life, took away that doggedness. The cop sitting naked and chained in solitary in this dungeon for days on end gave him pause. He had only two regrets, leaving his college slave and destroying Jim. The latter made him feel that whatever was going to happen to him he deserved. He was not going to fight Master David. He was not going to fight the slave trader if it came to that. No, the cop had crossed the line with Jim and he was willing to lose himself allowing the revenge of others to take him down.
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