Copyright Wed, 14 Jul 1999. Revised November 2007.
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Office Boy -- Chapter 28
J38 had no idea how long he hung there suspended in the darkness. It could have been hours or days later, after many repetitions of being brought to the edge of, and then being pulled back from, orgasm, his Master's voice told him he was satisfied with his effort. Master told him that he was to obey the man who came to take him out just as though he were his real Master. Then his dark world opened and a dim light came in through a crack. The crack opened up and he was looking up at the ceiling of a room. A man looked down at him and smiled. He would have smiled himself, in gratitude, but for the gag in his mouth.
The man told J38 that he was to call him "Sir", then he bent down and unfastened him from the box he'd been held in. Another man helped Sir to lift him out of the box and they laid him on a gurney. They rotated the gurney so that his feet were pointing toward a wall and left him for a few minutes. J38 heard the two men speaking to someone else and heard sounds like someone else being placed on a gurney, but he couldn't see what they were doing. Sir returned to him, grabbed the gurney and rolled it out of the room and into another. Sir told him that his name was Mike, but J38 wasn't permitted to call him by his name. He was permitted only to call him "Sir" or "Master". Then Mike proceeded to release him from his bondage. First he removed the cups from his nipples. He immediately replaced the heavy ring in J38's right tit and twisted it. J38 grunted and felt a chill of excitement run down his spine. Next, Mike removed the sheath from his cock. Then, Mike pulled the cock-gag from his mouth. He worked his stiff jaw with relief, but he missed the fullness he'd had with the gag inserted. Mike unsnapped the mask that covered J38's head and removed it from his head. Then he began to unlace the body sack in which J38 was encased. As the laces loosened, J38 was able to move again and breathe more easily.
Mike pulled J38's arms out of the sleeves, rolled him to one side and pulled the sack out from underneath him. Then he rolled him over onto his back, lifted his legs and pulled the butt-plug out of his ass. J38 felt truly empty without it. This was the center of his being. He whimpered at its absence.
Mike laughed and said "Don't worry. I'm just changing your plug. You don't need a vibrator right now. A plain one will do just fine. In fact, you'll always be plugged from now on. We need to keep your ass stretched and keep you primed for a fuck at any moment. You never know when a Master will want a fuck-break and you'll be sent for."
As he spoke, he greased another plug while he smiled at J38. J38 just smiled back, for this was the man who'd released him from bondage and freed him for servitude. Mike picked up his feet and held them straight up, exposing his butt-hole, into which he inserted the plug.
"Push down," he ordered.
J38 did as instructed and felt the plug lodge in his ass chute.
"Thank you Sir" he said as he wriggled his ass, feeling the welcome pressure.
Mike laughed and slapped his ass
J38 looked up at Mike as he dried him off and cleaned him up. He was glad Mike was his handler: he was so strong and well- defined. And the hair on his chest made J38's cock rise! Yes, Mike was a man! Just the kind of man he loved to serve. And his smile! He looked down at J38 as he wiped him down and smiled at him, his even white teeth flashing and his green eyes sparkled as he talked to him.
"You're a good boy. You've done very well today. You have everything a good slave needs. You're older than usual, but I'm sure you'll learn everything you need to know. Mr. Scarpelli will be very pleased with you."
J38 smiled when Mike mentioned Mr. Scarpelli's name.
"Thank you Sir", he said.
When Mike was finished cleaning him up, he picked J38 up and carried him down the hall. J38 understood, implicitly, that he was wholly dependent on Mike for his well-being. He felt like a little boy again, being carried, naked, down the hall. It was as though he'd just had his bath and was being taken to bed. Mike carried him into a cell that he recognized as his. Now, there were two cages in it. Actually, the cages were two boxes, roughly six feet by three feet by three feet. Each cage had a barred door making up one side and they were placed so that the occupant of one couldn't see the occupant of the other. Mike opened the door with his foot and laid J38 on the thin mat on the bottom of the cage. He hooked one end of a chain leash to J38's chain collar and the other he locked to the bars of the door. Then he placed a water bowl and a dish of food in the cage with the slave and closed and locked the door.
"Present your ass, legs straight!" he was ordered. J38 raised himself up as best he could in the low box and placed his ass against the bars. The butt plug was removed with a plop. Quickly, a tube was inserted and J38 felt a warm fluid flowing into his anus. Then the plug was replaced. He felt the warmth rising through his body and a drowsiness overcoming him.
"You'll sleep now. But first take a drink. You need the fluid." J38 drank from the bowl and sank to the mat.
Office Boy -- Chapter 29
J38 awakened, stretched and crouched on his knees with his eyes toward the door of the cell. The lights coming on had awakened him, and he knew that one of the Masters would be coming in soon. Sure enough, the door opened and his Master, Mike came in with the other Master, Steve. Mike came to his cage and Steve approached the neighboring one.
"How did you sleep, J38?"
"I slept well, thank you Sir."
J38 overhead Steve's similar query to the slave in the next cage. He called him T15. T15 answered Master Steve in like manner and caught J38's attention; something in that voice caused a flutter in J38's stomach. He knew that voice, but he couldn't remember where he'd heard it. But then he couldn't remember much at all, except for the horrible fear, the screaming terror and his Master's blessed voice saving him from the spiders. Suddenly, hearing that voice made him want to see the speaker. But the arrangement of the cages prevented that.
Master Mike opened the front of his cage and ordered him out. He crawled onto the floor, bent his neck and waited. The leash was unlocked from the bars of his box and Mike led him quickly from the cell. He tried to glance back at the occupant of the next cage, but Master Mike's legs were in the way and he couldn't very well stop or he'd be choked. So he followed Master down the corridors to the training room.
They entered the room and Master Mike closed the door. Then he led J38 over to a frame and told him to stand. He stood, spread his legs, placed his hands behind his back and kept his eyes on the floor.
"Now we're going to complete your mental conditioning slave. You still have a lot of physical work to do, but after today, you'll be happy to do whatever we ask of you. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
"Good. Let's get started."
Master Mike took his hands and placed leather cuffs on his wrists which he attached to chains on the corners of the frame. Then he shackled J38's ankles, spead-eagling him in the frame. When he was satisfied with the tension on the restraints, Mike issued the order "Open!" The slave opened his mouth and the handler inserted a gag with a tube running through it. Then he took a syringe filled with liquid, attached it to the tube and injected the contents into the slave's mouth.
"Rohypnol", he said, as the slave obediently swallowed. "This will help you to relax and become more subject to suggestion."
J38 only looked into his Master's shining green eyes and hoped he would prove a good slave. He only wanted to please this beautiful man.
"After this, your former life will be a distant memory; you'll remember you were a powerful man once, but the foremost thing will be pleasing other men now. You'll know that your life is no longer your own," said Mike, as he removed the gag from his mouth.
J38 said "Thank you Sir,"
Master Mike placed a hand on his face and looked into his eyes with a mixture of pity and awe. All that J38 did was nuzzle his hand.
Master Mike removed the ring from J38's tit, placed suction cups on his nipples and a plastic tube around his cock. Then he pulled a computer monitor over and started a program. Then he went to the door, turned out the lights and left the room. There was a suction on his tits and his cock, drawing them into the tubes. J38 felt aroused by the warmth flowing through him and the sucking on his chest and groin. There was a mesmerizing pattern on the screen and a quiet voice telling him to relax and listen and surrender. Over and over it repeated the mantra. And J38's brain listened and surrendered.
He stared at the screen in front of him. He saw images of himself at company functions, talking with Mr. Scarpelli, wearing his expensive suits with young men gathered about him. He knew that was who he had been. He also knew it was who he no longer was.
The voice on the video was speaking softly and slowly: "Remember who you were. Remember. You are no longer who you were. You are a slave. Your only purpose is to serve. A slave serves his Masters. Remember how far you've fallen. Remember! Remember!"
There were tears in J38's eyes and on his cheeks. He'd forgotten this for a while. But now the voice and the video was bringing it back and bringing home to him how far he'd descended into the pit. And he wept aloud.
The pictures played on, recalling for him with more and more clarity how powerful he'd been. Then the pictures abruptly changed. He was being stripped of his expensive clothing: his jacket, his tie, his silk shirt, his shoes, his trousers, the silk socks and underwear. He was being lifted up by Scarpelli's slaves and chained to his own desk, like Prometheus. There he was, naked and spread-eagled on a desk. He watched Scarpelli shave away all signs of his manhood. Scarpelli was calling him a slave. And in the background, there was that voice telling him over and over that he was a slave and his purpose was to serve his masters. His mind heard and his body told him that it was true. He watched his own humiliation and degradation and his cock grew even harder. This was what he'd been born for. This was his life.
"I'm your slave Master. My purpose is to serve you. Thank you Sir" he said over and over.
Some time later (he had no idea how much later), Mike returned to the room. He stopped the program and selected another one.
J38 stood there murmuring, "I'm your slave Master. My purpose is to serve you. Thank you Sir"
Mike smiled at him "Good slave," he said and slapped J38's ass hard.
"Thank you Sir" he responded.
Mike selected the start-button and left the room. The title of the program was "Slave Training - Part 1". The program executed, showing J38 all of the things he was expected to know as a slave: the positions he should take when so ordered, the things he was to do to pleasure his Masters; how he was to behave; the physical discipline he was expected to endure and the way he was expected to look, as one of Mr. Scarpelli's dog-slaves. The program even questioned him about these points and gave him a moment to respond. This was designed to reinforce the lessons. If he responded correctly it said "Good boy" and moved on to the next lesson. If he responded incorrectly, it repeated the lesson. If he failed to answer correctly twice, he received shocks to his cock and tits. But J38 was a bright slave and learned his lessons well, and didn't fail often.
All the time he was studying the program, his tits and cock were being pumped, enlarging them and keeping him aroused. One lesson he heard over and over was that he was never permitted to come unless his Master gave him permission. His body was no longer his, his cock was no longer his, his mouth and ass were no longer his, his tits were no longer his. Every part of him belonged to his Master, including his cum. This he heard; this he learned. He saw that slaves should always be clean, inside and out. The proper procedures for daily enemas were demonstrated. Hair removal was covered. J38 felt the prickliness of the stubble growing all over his body as he watched the pictures showing slaves being shaved by their masters. Various methods for pleasuring a Master were shown; doggy-style on all fours, "the Bridge"; where the slave placed his hands on the floor, straightened his legs permitting his Master to fuck him while standing up. He learned that he was not permitted to refer to himself as "I" or "me". He was now a slave. He must always refer to himself with reference to the Master, such as "Your slave" or "this slave". He watched and he learned, or rather, he was programmed, as the subliminal and overt messages of obedience and submission were ingrained in his opened mind. The drug and hypnosis left him powerless to resist his conditioning.
When the session ended, J38 waited eagerly for his Master to return so that he could do whatever his Master wanted; anything to make him happy. Soon, Master Mike came into the room and turned off the monitor. He unfastened J38's wrists and let them drop. J38 tried to place them behind his back as was required, but the lack of circulation had left his hands numb. So he tried, but started out by clumsily crossing his arms over his butt.
Master Mike just grinned at him and said "Don't worry. The feeling will come back in a minute."
Then he undid the shackles on J38's ankles. Lastly, he pulled the suction tubes off his cock and nipples. His cock was about eight inches long and much bigger around than normal, engorged with blood. His tits stuck out a half inch from his chest. Master Mike replaced the ring in his right nipple and flicked it with his finger.
Quickly, J38 knelt on the floor and bowed his head. Mike stood in front of him.
"Jockstrap" he said.
J38 raised his head and scooted forward to grip the top of Mike's leather jockstrap in his teeth. Then he pulled it out and down, exposing his Master's cock and balls.
"Tongue suck" was the command.
J38 took Master's cock in his mouth and caressed it with his tongue, not swallowing it down his throat, but only holding it on his tongue and massaging it with the sides of his tongue and tickling the underside with the tip of his tongue. Meanwhile, Mike reached down and took J38's swollen tits in his fingers and rolled and twisted them. J38 moaned around the cock in his mouth and thrust his chest forward to meet Master's hands.
"Very good boy. You've learned well."
J38 just continued with his task, working all the harder to please his Master.
After a few minutes, Mike pushed J38 off his cock and stepped back. J38 looked at the floor.
"Permission to speak Sir?"
"Granted."
"Sir, your slave requires cleaning, inside and out."
"Very well boy. Leash!"
J38 looked around and found his chain leash on a nearby table. He crawled over on his knees and retrieved the leash in his mouth and carried to his Master. Mike took the leash and fastened it to his collar.
"Four," he ordered.
J38 dropped to all fours and trotted out of the room behind him.
Mike led him into another room, down the hall from where he'd received his conditioning. There was a large sitz-bath in it. Master Mike removed his collar and ordered him in. He climbed up and lowered himself into the tub. The water was warm and stung his skin.
"This is another way we keep our boys clean. It's very efficient. You won't be shaved again, unless it's for punishment. This bath will remove the hair from your body. We could leave you in it for a longer period of time, and the hair would be permanently removed. But Mr. Scarpelli likes to have the option of having furry slaves around him when he's in the mood. So this will be temporary."
"Thank you Sir," J38 smiled happily.
He'd been conditioned to like being smooth, since slaves were usually smooth. He knew that most masters liked smooth boys.
As he sat in the bath, Mike took a pair of scissors to his head, trimming away as much hair as he could. The hair from his head floated on top of the water along with the stubble that detached itself from his body. After fifteen minutes, Master ordered him out of the tub and under a shower in the corner of the room. The water came on. It was cold, and after the warm bath, J38 hissed as his body jerked in response to the sudden assault of the cold water. After a few moments, the water stopped and Master called him over to a table and told him to kneel, head level. Then his Master Mike took electric clippers to his head, cutting his hair in a military-style cut.
"It's so much easier to keep boys' hair short. That way, we can keep you clean with just soap and water."
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir," J38 responded.
He could see in the mirror that his hair was now flat on top and cut very close on the sides; "high and tight" they call it.
When he was finished cutting the slave's hair, Mike directed him to the shower again. The water was warm this time and J38 luxuriated in its feel on his body and his head. Then Mike stripped off his jock strap and walked toward him. J38 feasted his eyes on Master's wonderful body. He was very-well defined with a mat of hair on his chest. His nipples were dark and large, with well- worked points. One tit had a large gold ring through it. And his cock! It was at least seven inches, even though it was just beginning to stiffen. And through the head was the large ring of his PA. Maybe he, J38, his Master's slave, would be permitted to have a ring through his cock one day.
Master began soaping him down, washing his denuded cock and balls and between his legs. J38 was so turned on by the feel of his Master's soapy hands on his body that his dick immediately stood at full mast.
"Turn around and bend over."
He did as he was told and felt his Master's hand in his ass-crack. He pulled J38's butt-plug and thrust his hand into the stretched hole. J38 gripped the invading fingers with his muscles and ground his ass against them as his cock slapped against his belly. Then the hand was gone; J38 whimpered at the emptiness. Master slapped his ass hard.
Turn around; on your knees" came the order.
"Yes Sir" he snapped as he obeyed.
"Wash my feet."
"Yes Sir."
He began to wash Masters strong feet. As he was scrubbing one, he felt the other resting on his head, pushing his forehead to the floor. He knelt there, his head on the floor, holding onto his Master's feet. When Master's foot came off his head, he lifted his head and began licking the feet in front of him. He licked between the toes, up the tops of the arches and up his Master's shins. He was so happy to be on the floor, licking Master's feet that he whimpered as he went. Master reached down and rubbed his head.
When he reached Master's knees Master took his head in his hands.
"Now wash me."
J38 took the soap and began washing the beautiful cock and balls hanging in front of him. The cock was sticking straight out while the heavy balls were hanging low. J38 washed them lovingly. He ran his hands along the hard length of flesh and felt the ring coming through behind the head. As he stroked the head, Master's cock throbbed in his hands and began to leak clear fluid that the slave caught with his eager tongue. J38 hefted the balls and rolled them in his hands, enjoying the feel of them in his palms.
"Move up," came the command.
J38 obeyed and, still on his knees, began moving up from his equipment. He washed the trimmed fur of Master's bush. Trimmed in the regulation triangle of "The Club"; the triangle that J38 had lost when he became a dog-slave. Continuing up he reached up to soap his rippling, belly with the dark trail of hair running between Master' s crotch and his chest. Then he reached the mat of brown fur with the mountain peaks sticking out from its midst. His hand touched the heavy ring and he washed carefully, knowing that if he hurt his Master, he'd be severely punished.
Finally, Master said "Enough."
So J38 sat back on his haunches and waited while Master rinsed. When he'd finished he said "Kneel up."
J38 lifted himself and knelt straight in front of Master. Master began to wash his upper body, starting with his chest. He pinched his nipples, sending shivers down J38's spine. Then he pulled the slave's arms up, one at a time, and washed his armpits. Again, the feel of the slickness of the soapy hands against the smoothness of the skin under his arms aroused him and caused his aching cock to throb, pumping out pre-cum onto the shower floor. It mixed with the soapy water and ran down the drain. Master washed his clipped head and carefully washed his ears. J38 had never realized how intimate an act it could be to have another man wash his ears.
As Master's fingers moved through the ridges of J38's ears, he murmured with pleasure "Thank you Sir. Thank you Sir. Thank you."
Finally, the washing was over. Master directed him under the showerhead and rinsed the soap from his body. Then, turning off the water, he ordered J38 to remove the ring from his cock. He glanced up anxiously. Master looked down and nodded. J38 reached up and touched the heavy gold ring with the balls screwed onto each end. Master's dick throbbed at the touch. He gently held the ring and unscrewed the ball on the underside that held it in place. Then he carefully pulled it out through the piss- slit. The threads that the ball screwed onto caught briefly, as they passed through the hole beneath the head. Again, J38 glanced up anxiously, afraid that he was hurting his Master.
But he just smiled down at him "It's alright boy. I'm used to it. It doesn't hurt."
"Thank you Sir" he whispered and pulled it all the way out.
Master held out his open hand. J38 screwed the ball back on the end of the ring and placed it in his hand. Mike placed the ring in a dish and turned back to his slave.
From a nearby table, he took a pair of butterfly-style tit-clamps, joined by a chain. He pinched J38's nipples and placed the clamps on them. He tested their grip by giving a strong pull to the chain. His tits pulled up and away from his chest at least an inch, but the clamps held.
"Good," Master said. "These will do just fine."
"Thank you Sir," J38 responded subserviently.
"Full suck" he commanded J38.
J38, whose mouth was watering by now, eagerly opened his jaws and swallowed that magnificent flesh. It moved through his mouth, across his tongue and hit his soft palate. He suppressed the urge to gag and strove to open his throat to receive the gift of flesh. When the large head had cleared the gag-point, Master began to slowly pump while he held onto J38's head. Each time the plum pulled out, he exhaled; as it started back in, he inhaled. They settled into a rhythm: in-out, in-out, inhale-exhale, inhale- exhale. J38's cock was rigid from the pleasure of feeling the column of flesh moving in and out of his mouth and from knowing the his Master was getting pleasure from his efforts as he curled his tongue around the thick shaft and massaged the head with his throat at the apex of each thrust.
"Very good, boy. Oh yes. Ah. That's good" Master said as he pushed in and pulled out. "Squeeze my tits" he ordered and J38 eagerly reached up to grab his big nipples and squeeze them.
Master groaned and increased the speed of his thrusts. In, out, in, out, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
After this had gone on for some time, Master pulled out.
"Bridge fuck," came the order.
J38 rose from his knees, turned around with his back to his Master and, spreading his legs, placed his hands on the floor, exposing his ass for his Master. Master used some soap to lube his stiff cock and shoved it into the slave's ass in one thrust. J38 welcomed the searing thrust of the thick rod and grasped it with his sphincter. As he felt the head probing his gut and his prostate, his own cock slammed up against his belly in response. Master grasped his hips and began pumping away.
"Two o'clock" Master ordered.
Since his Master was holding him by the hips and leaning back slightly, J38 could raise his hands up from the floor and straighten his torso till it was at an angle from his hips, like the little hand of a clock pointing at two. At this angle his Master could grab the chain joining the tit-clamps and he began roughly pulling it. J38's chute tightened in response and he groaned, lost in the mixing pleasure and pain. With each thrust, he grunted, with each withdrawal, he moaned. Finally, the cock in his ass began to spasm and Master's movements became very rapid.
Suddenly, Master said "Come!"
Then with a roar, he shot his cum into J38's gut. But J38 scarcely noticed for his cum was shooting out and splattering against the shower wall in the most powerful orgasm he could remember.
At last, Master's movements subsided and he sagged, holding onto J38's hips, his cock still in his ass.
He stroked his butt, murmuring "Good boy. Good slave. God, that was good."
Finally, he pulled out and sank down on a bench.
"Clean me up," he ordered.
J38 crawled to him and happily licked the cum and ass mucus off of his dick and whatever had spread onto his balls and bush. He enjoyed the taste of the cum mixed with sweat and funk, inhaling the smell that first joined him to The Club all those years ago and even now held him in thrall, despite how far he'd fallen. Master took his head and pushed his nose into his crotch, letting his own odor seep into the slave's conscious and unconscious minds and reinforcing his control over him.
When Master had rested, he ordered J38 to replace the ring in his cock. He carefully parted Master's piss-slit and inserted the uncapped end of the ring into his urethra. He pushed it in until he felt it beginning to turn downward into the hole behind Master's cock-head. He pushed very gently now, and when the end came through the hole, he screwed the ball onto the threaded end. When he was finished he was able breathe again. J38 gazed at his Master's PA and fingered it.
"Yes, boy, you'll get one of these soon. All slaves here have one."
J38's cock throbbed at the thought and he said "Thank you Sir" as he lowered his eyes and kissed his Master's cock.
"That's enough for today. It's time to go back to your kennel. Collar and leash!"
J38 retrieved his collar and the leash from the table and carried them back to Master in his mouth. Master put them on him and led him, on all fours, back to his kennel. When he entered the room, the other Master, Steve, was putting T15 back in his cage. As T15 answered his master, something he couldn't identify stirred inside J38 and he remembered that he' d wanted to get a glimpse of T15 before. He tried to see him again, but his view was blocked, so he crawled to his own cage where his food and water were already placed in bowls on the floor. Master opened the door for him and he crawled in. After his leash was hooked to the door, he knelt on the floor, facing the door and waited until Master Mike and Master Steve left the room. Then he turned to his dish and ate, as always, his hands behind his back, eating out of the dish like a dog. When he'd finished, he sank into an exhausted sleep.
Office Boy - Chapter 30
The next few weeks were taken up with continuous training. He had daily workouts with weights, building up his upper body strength and the strength in his legs. He legs became strong enough that he could mount himself on his Master's cock as Master lay on a mat on the floor and fuck himself, massaging the column of flesh with his sphincter muscles and rising up and down until Master came. That was no mean feat! He could also do enough push-ups to bring his Master to climax while he lifted himself up and lowered himself on his Master's cock, giving him a "prone blow job". His was not a body that would bulk up from such exercise. Rather, his muscles got a little larger, but became like corded steel. Veins trailed down his biceps and thighs. Even his Master thought him a very hot slave, though he never let him know it. You could wreck a lot of training and discipline by giving a slave the idea that he turned you on.
He received a new tit-ring; heavier than the first. It would thump against his chest when his ass was being beaten or fucked, adding an interesting syncopation to the rhythm. His right tit now had much more scar tissue than before and was bigger than a pencil eraser. His left tit had been worked as well and was also as large. They provided Master wonderful handles for exciting and punishing him, providing for Master's pleasure. Whenever his Master grabbed his tits or clamped them, he felt that shiver go down his spine and his knees would briefly buckle from excitement. He would moan and say "Thank you Sir," not just because it was expected, but also because he was grateful.
He received more computer training in ways to please his Masters, and he was grateful for each new idea. Master gave him "punishment training" teaching him to welcome the lash, the cat and the crop. Each time, after he was immobilized in whatever position, whether across a horse or held in a rack or locked in cock-and-ball stocks or whatever; he'd kiss the implement of his training and say "Thank you Sir" just before it slammed into his waiting flesh. He'd count the blows, saying "Thank you Sir" after each one and his cock would become stiff. Soon, just the thought of being beaten got him hard. And if he was very lucky, after the fiftieth or so blow, his Master would say "Come" and he'd shoot across the room, having the most incredible orgasms he'd ever experienced as the pain and pleasure blended incontrovertibly in his psyche. Then he'd lick up his own cum and his day would be finished.
One day, after he'd done his exercises Master told him that a special day had come. He nearly raised his eyes, he was so surprised and excited.
But he caught himself and, keeping his eyes on the floor said "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
Master Mike leashed him and led him down the hall on all fours. He took him to the room where he'd been immersed in the isolation tank and terrorized. As they went through the door, he felt immediate apprehension. Surely Master wasn't going to do this again was he? If he must, he must, but the thought of it was almost more than he could stand. But they stopped in front of a table.
"Up on the table and spread 'em," Master ordered.
J38 clambered onto the table and spread his arms and legs as ordered. Mike strapped his limbs down with belts and turned to a tray next to the table. J38 couldn't really see what was on the tray, but he heard some packages being torn open and smelled antiseptic. Then Master turned back to him and began washing his cock with disinfectant soap. As he washed he stroked it and ordered him to get hard. By this time, he'd been trained to get an erection on command and had no problem doing so this time.
Master finished washing his dick and dried it off. Then he opened a small bottle and held it under the slave's nose. Poppers. His mind swam and his cock throbbed as he was lost in arousal.
"Today, you get your PA. You're graduating from training. You're being promoted to All-purpose slave."
"Thank you Sir," J38 murmured, floating in his sexual cloud.
He felt his Master parting the lips of his slit and pushing an object inside.
"Hold very still," said Master, and J38 concentrated on obeying.
Then, he felt a searing pain in his cock and tears sprang to his eyes as he gasped.
"Hold still. Don't move."
"Yes Sir," he grunted through gritted teeth.
When would this pain end? Master kept pushing the pain through his cock. Finally, he felt the point of the needle come through the skin on the underside of his dick, just behind the glans. He felt the needle being pulled through and, at last, it came out.
"That was just the first part. Now you get your ring. Hang on; it's not over yet," said his Master.
Sure enough, he felt Master pushing a larger object through his piss-slit, following the same path the needle had taken.
"I'm using a 10 gauge ring. This will be a bit of a stretch, but it's a good place to start for a cock the size of this one."
He could vaguely remember being catheterized in another lifetime, but he didn't remember it being as uncomfortable as this, as the ring was pushed up his urethra and through the newly pierced hole. He just gritted his teeth and waited for it to be over. Finally, he felt it coming through the bottom of his dick. Master screwed a ball onto the end of it and he wiped the blood away. Then he held up a mirror so that J38 could see. There, coming out of the head of his cock was a large gold ring with a ball on the end of it. Master lifted his cock up and he could see the ball at the other end, sticking through the underside, just behind the plummy head.
"Well, what do you say boy?"
"Thank you Sir. It's beautiful," he whispered.
His cock throbbed at the sight and the pleasure intertwined with the pain, each accentuating the other.
Office Boy -- Chapter 31 - The Conclusion
The new slave received a new collar to wear. It was heavier; leather with metal plates running around it. It was, he was told, a mark of his station: that of All-purpose slave. He was available for the use of any man in the organization of a higher station than he, which was just about everyone. He still ate and slept in his kennel at night. T15 was still his neighbor, but he hadn't yet gotten a look at him. He'd caught a couple of glimpses of his backside as he was taken away to his duties each day. T15 had also been promoted. From what J38 heard of Master Steve's instructions to T15, he'd also received a ring in his cock, for Master Steve instructed him in proper cleanliness to prevent infection as Master Mike had instructed J38 himself. And, although he'd not managed to get a look at T15, the sound of his voice still echoed in the depths of his mind and body. He couldn't explain it, but the voice called to him every time he heard it. He was beginning to hear it in his dreams and he'd awaken with a hard-on. Once or twice, he nearly had a wet-dream about T15. Fortunately, his training intervened and he'd awaken and head off the orgasm. He knew that it was utterly forbidden for a slave to come without his Master's permission, under any circumstances. If he did, he'd be severely punished.
Each day, the slaves would be taken to their duties. Some days, they manned glory holes in the slave/servant restrooms. Other days, they'd be taken upstairs to service office workers, crawling under their desks and bringing them off, or simply sitting under there, their heads on some servants' laps, holding their dicks in their mouths, keeping them warm and moist and swallowing their piss when the men needed to relieve themselves.
Some days, they would be taken to "quiet rooms", where a frustrated worker needed to blow off some steam by beating someone. Better to get off whipping and fucking a slave than to get nasty with your boss. This was a valuable service that the company provided its workers through its slaves. It kept the workers content and bound them even more firmly to the company. After all, what other company would think of providing a benefit like this? And, of course, the sessions were photographed, so it could be very dicey to try going to a competitor.
Weeks went by and the newest slaves had become quite accustomed to the "routine", although each day was different. For them, the challenge was in keeping their Masters satisfied, whatever was asked of them. If they were really lucky, they'd get to serve a Master who liked to see a slave come, and they'd get some relief. Those were the best, especially, if the session started with a beating.
One day, Master Mike told J38 that he would be meeting with Mr. Scarpelli that evening. Since it was his "coming out" after his training, Mike would help him prepare. He took him into the bathroom. First he was instructed to sit in the depilatory dip to remove any stubble from his body. When his skin was smooth, Master Mike rinsed him off and gave him a thorough cleansing inside, using a large bag for the enema. As J38 bent over, Master Mike held him around the waist and inserted the nozzle into his rectum. Then he let the warm fluid flow in, stroking his belly as it filled and distended. J38 had been conditioned to take enemas, so the discomfort, as with many other "discomforts" was actually a pleasure for him. His cock throbbed against his swollen belly and Master Mike took the opportunity to stroke him and slap his ass as he wriggled his butt in enjoyment. After he' d received two cleanings and the fluid was completely clear, he got a trim on his head, renewing the "high and tight" slave cut. Lastly, Master Mike gave him a shower, making sure that he was clean from head to toe. Naturally, he used to opportunity to warm up the slave's mouth, but refrained from using his ass, since that was for Mr. Scarpelli's pleasure tonight. When they were finished, Master dried him off, pushed his cock and balls through a gold cock ring, re-inserted the rings in his penis and tit, liberally lubricated his ass, buckled his collar around his neck and led him to the elevator.
As they rode up, Mike spoke quietly to him, telling him that he expected him to do his very best tonight. He and T15 had both "graduated" and were being shown to Mr. Scarpelli tonight. Mr. Scarpelli would make his decision about their fate based on how well they'd been trained and how well they served him.
"You're a little old for training as an All-Purpose, but you've taken to it well. I've taught you everything you need to know and conditioned you to accept whatever your Master wants. I know that he won't even have to ask you; you'll know what he wants and how to give it to him. Do your best for me boy, because my next position depends on how well you do tonight. Do you understand boy?"
"Yes Sir. I won't disappoint you Sir. And Sir?"
"Yes boy?"
"Thank you Sir." Master Mike just smiled at him, brushed his hand across his flat-top and slapped his ass.
When they reached the top floor and exited the elevator, Mike led J38 down the hall to the Clubroom. Once inside, he was blindfolded and led across the room. As instructed, he raised his arms and spread his legs. Leather cuffs were fastened to his ankles and wrists and hooked to chains. Then he sensed that someone else was standing in front of him, very close to him. He heard the sounds of cuffs and chains and figured this was T15 being set up for the start of the evening's "show". He could feel the warmth of T15's body (if that's who it was) against his skin and he began to get excited because he realized that he might, at last get to see T15 and discover why he felt that strange twinge in his chest every time he heard his voice. As he stood there, he felt someone wrapping a rope around his balls, stretching them down. Then the rope pulled his balls away from his body and was tied to what he assumed were T15's balls. They were bound together by one of the most tender parts. Next, he felt a tit clamp fastened to his right tit, then pulled over toward the left, but again, away from his body. And in the same way, his left tit was clamped. Lastly, his cock, which was already stiff and sticking out from his groin, was manipulated and he heard the sound of clinking metal. He realized that the ring through his cock had been linked to the ring in his "partner's" dick. They were fastened together, balls to balls, cock to cock, tits to tits, awaiting Mr. Scarpelli's arrival.
Soon, the door opened and he heard Mr. Scarpelli's voice; an echo out of the past, but one he immediately recognized.
"Well finally. Here are the two slave dogs, all ready for service. Let's give them a workout and see how they do."
There were some other sounds, and suddenly the sound of a lash and J38 felt the blow on his ass. He wasn't prepared for it and jerked his body in response. His cock collided with T15's as his tits screamed in pain as he jerked his torso backward, pulling on the clamps. He grunted loudly and heard T15 grunt as well.
"Thank you Sir," he rapped out.
Then the lash whooshed through the air again and he heard the blow land on T15's back.
"Thank you Sir," T15 called.
The blows and their "Thank yous" alternated between them as the lash warmed their backs, asses and legs.
After several minutes of whipping, Mr. Scarpelli said "You've done good work boys. So far so good."
Mike and Steve said "Thank you Sir," and stroked their slaves backsides.
Then the slaves were released from their cuffs, but not from their mutual "attachments". Mr. Scarpelli grabbed J38's head and kissed him, thrusting his tongue into his mouth, his beard scraping J38's skin. J38 sucked on Mr. Scarpelli's tongue as he'd been conditioned to do, receiving the kiss, rather than returning it. The pressure Mr. Scarpelli was exerting was pushing him backward, pulling on his bound balls, stretching his linked cock and pulling his tits away from his chest. The pain made his rod even stiffer.
Finally, Mr. Scarpelli broke off the kiss. He pulled back and whipped the blindfold off J38's eyes. J38 knew that he shouldn't meet his Master's gaze, but this look riveted his attention. Mr. Scarpelli's eyes were burning through his.
"What have you learned slave? What are you good for boy?" Mr. Scarpelli demanded.
J38 was mesmerized. "Sir, this slave is good for fucking and sucking. This slave's only purpose is to serve you, Sir."
"Good boy," Mr. Scarpelli said, and gently slapped his cheek.
Then Mr. Scarpelli kissed T15 with the same force, again, pulling against J38's sensitive spots. J38 could see T15's genitals and nipples being stretched out from his body and he could see that the slave got pleasure from the abuse. But there was something else that he could see. He knew this body. He knew it. Where was it? When? What was this feeling in his chest?
Mr. Scarpelli broke off the kiss with T15 and pulled his blindfold off. He looked him in the eyes and demanded to know what he was good for. But J38 was also looking into T15's blue eyes. And tears sprang to his own.
As T15 started to respond to Mr. Scarpelli's question J38 whispered "Troy! Troy, it's you."
T15 stopped mid-sentence and looked at J38. Mr. Scarpelli was staring at him too.
"Jake!" Troy said, staring into those deep blue eyes he 'd once loved in another lifetime, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Scarpelli looked from one to the other and then wheeled on his trainers.
"I thought these two were fully conditioned. Explain this."
The two were just as dumbfounded. "Mr. Scarpelli. We did everything by the book. There's no way they weren't both fully trained and conditioned.," Mike stammered.
Mr. Scarpelli looked back at the two slaves who stood there looking into each other's eyes, oblivious of anything else. Scarpelli started to raise his hand and then stopped.
"Jake. Oh God. Jake. I'm sorry. What's happened to you?"
"Troy. My Troy. Oh God, what did they do?"
Both were talking at once, feeling each other's smooth, pierced bodies. Mr. Scarpelli lowered his hand.
"I don't believe it. I didn't think it was possible! I guess I should've known it all along. They love each other."
Epilogue
Jake and Troy walked out of the office building, their arms around each other, looking into each other's eyes, their hands on each other's faces. The clothes they had didn't fit quite as well as they had when they'd arrived because of the muscle that had be added to their frames, but they had each other. Mr. Scarpelli had released them both, realizing that what they had was true. He'd confessed that when Jake refused to give him Troy for his use that he'd lost his temper. But seeing them together again after all they'd been through, he knew that they belonged together and deserved happiness.
As they rode back uptown in the cab to Jake's apartment, Troy looked at Jake and picked up his hand, holding it against his own cheek.
"I didn't understand what happened when you surrendered to Scarpelli. I felt that you 'd failed me. You were my god, my master. But now I do understand and I do love you. I always will. But will you promise me one thing?"
"Sure Troy; what's that?"
"Promise me that even though you've learned to be a bottom, you'll still be my Master when I need you to be."
"I promise boy. I promise. I love you."
"I love you too Sir. Thank you Sir."
Finis