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Office Boy - Chapter17
Mr. Scarpelli was gasping, trying to catch his breath as he ran his hands over Troy's aching thighs and butt. Troy was also working to control his breathing as he pumped Mr. Scarpelli's dick with his anus and using his legs to rise and descend, seeking to stretch out the dominant man's orgasm.
Scarpelli was moaning with pleasure "My God. Oh my God. Oh my God."
He lifted Troy to the point where only the tip of his cock was still inside Troy's hole and Troy obediently squeezed it with his muscles. Mr. Scarpelli shuddered and groaned. Then he shoved Troy onto the floor. Troy crawled back on his knees and took Scarpelli's still firm dick in his mouth and licked off the semen and mucus. He cleaned the head carefully with his lips and tongue. Then he licked the spunk that had dripped down Mr. Scarpelli's shaft onto his wiry, trimmed bush.
Mr. Scarpelli took Troy's chin in his hand and looked into his eyes. "You're a good boy. You're now a full-fledged Club slave. Welcome to the Club." Then he firmly slapped Troy's cheek.
Troy slid off Mr. Scarpelli's lap and placed his head on his feet as Jake had instructed him. "Thank you Sir. My purpose is to serve," he said and kissed Mr. Scarpelli's feet.
Then Mr. Scarpelli rose. He buckled a studded collar around Troy's neck and attached a leash to it. Then he turned the slave around so that he was facing the room, still on his hands and knees, his head bowed. Mr. Scarpelli spoke to the rest of the men in the room.
"Gentlemen. This is the newest slave in the Club. Allow him the pleasure of your welcome."
One by one, the men walked up to Troy who obediently kissed the feet of each of them. And each, in turn, bent over and gave him one blow on his still sore ass as he grunted and said "Thank you Sir," to each.
Finally, Jake stood before him. "Thank you Master," Troy said, as tears welled up in his eyes.
He kissed Jake's feet; those feet that had first enthralled him with their aroma and helped him to discover his purpose in the world. And Jake bent over him. But rather than spanking him as the others had done, Jake took his chin and pulled him upright into a kneeling position.
"You've been a good boy today. You've done me proud." And he bent and kissed him. Then he pulled Troy to his feet. "Now go and clean yourself up and we'll go home."
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir," Troy said and moved toward the door.
As he left the room, he heard Mr. Scarpelli say "Jake, I'd like to speak with you a moment... in private."
Troy went to the shower room. He removed the leash and collar. Then he saw that the collar had an engraved metal plate on it. It said "Club boy". Troy gazed at it and felt a swell of pride. He placed it carefully on the bench. Then he climbed into the shower and let the hot water run over his aching body, soothing his sore muscles and abused flesh. His ass chute hurt, his butt hurt, his back hurt, his legs hurt, his tits hurt. He didn't think there was any part of him that wasn't sore. And he didn't think he'd ever felt so fully alive!
He finished his shower, dried off, buckled the collar around his neck, above the chain he'd received from Jake and walked back toward the Club room. As he approached, he heard raised voices. Maybe they were partying? But then, as he drew nearer he realized there were only two voices and they were raised in anger. He recognized Jake's voice.
"I don't care. It no longer matters to me what you want. He's my boy and I won't give him to you to abuse!"
Then the door to the Club room flew open and Jake came storming out, nearly knocking Troy over.
"Troy! Oh, you're finished. OK. Come on, let's get your clothes and get out of here."
Jake seemed disconcerted and angry. But Troy knew better than to ask him what was wrong. He followed him dutifully down the hall to retrieve some clothes. They dressed in silence and Jake called for a cab.
When they arrived home, Troy stripped as he always did and went to find Jake in the kitchen. Jake was sitting at the table looking furious.
"Sir?"
"Hmmm? What? What is it?" Jake growled and looked at him, clearly annoyed.
"Sir. Can I fix you some dinner? Would you like a drink?"
Jake focused on him and relaxed. "Yes Troy, that would be nice. Make us some dinner. And pour some wine. Pour some for yourself too. You've made me very proud today."
"Thank you Sir. I hope I pleased you."
"You certainly did." Then with a darker tone, "You certainly pleased Scarpelli."
Troy set about preparing dinner and opening the wine. He was troubled by the way Jake had referred to Mr. Scarpelli. He figured they'd had an argument and he guessed that it might have been over him. But he couldn't imagine why. Why would his Master and his Master's boss argue over him? He puzzled over it. But finally he shook his head and carried the plates and glasses to the table. He served Jake and waited for permission to sit and eat. Jake nodded to him and he sat on his stool, placing his plate on his lap. He knew he wasn't permitted to sit at the table with Jake.
Jake looked up at him and shook his head. "No, come sit at the table with me. This is a special night. Tonight, you'll sit at the table with me."
So Troy placed his plate and glass on the table and pulled his stool over.
Then Jake saw the collar around his neck. "Take that off!" he erupted. "Take that collar off!"
Troy nearly fell off the stool. "Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir. I'm sorry," he quavered as he unbuckled the collar.
He looked at Jake with fear in his eyes. He'd never seen his Master so angry. As he handed the collar to Jake, his Master subsided.
"No, I'm the one who should be sorry. It's not your fault. You couldn't know. It's not your fault. I'm sorry. I'm sorry this has happened," he said as he stroked Troy's cheek.
Troy smiled back at him, but his mind was in turmoil. What had happened? What was bothering his Master?
They finished dinner and Troy cleaned up the dishes. Then he went to find Jake, sitting in front of the television. Troy curled up at his feet and gazed up at his Master's deep blue eyes. He could never get enough of those blue eyes. They were like the depths of the sea to him: infinitely deep, infinitely familiar, infinitely unknown. Finally Jake looked down at him. He looked into those eyes looking up at his. Those beautiful blue eyes, full of trust and love. The eyes of the man he loved like none other.
"Come," he said. "Let's go to bed. Tonight you'll sleep with me. I want you near me boy."
Jake stood and pulled Troy to his feet. He wrapped an arm around Troy's shoulders and guided him to the bedroom. Troy was deeply touched by this show of affection. But he was also troubled. Something had changed in Jake and he couldn't puzzle out what it was. Jake was his Master; the man he trusted with his life; the man who gave his life purpose and meaning. Suddenly, Jake seemed strangely vulnerable. Troy didn't know what to make of it. But, as he walked beside the man he loved, he quickly resolved that he would remain loyal to his Master, no matter what and would do what Jake wanted him to do. No matter what! Forever!
In the bedroom, Jake pushed Troy down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. Their lips met and Jake thrust his tongue into Troy's mouth. Troy sucked it in and returned his kiss with all the passion of a man deeply in love and in lust. God how he loved Jake and wanted him! He wanted to be possessed by him all over again. He wanted to be taken yet another time. He wanted to lose himself in Jake's sea of passion. Jake pulled away and pushed his tits toward Troy's mouth. Troy took one between his teeth and suckled on it, chewing and licking it, wetting the hair that surrounded it. He switched to the other nipple and serviced it as well. Soon, Jake's pecs were damp and slicked down from Troy's nursing. And his cock was wet and throbbing.
Jake lowered his head and chewed on Troy's still sore, erect tits, raising his cock in response. Then he bent Troy's legs back, exposing his asshole. He bent and ran his tongue around the pink lips, nibbling on them and thrusting his tongue into the hole. Troy was groaning, grinding his ass against Jake's mouth and opening his sphincter, pulling Jake's tongue deeper inside. Jake placed Troy's feet over his shoulders and put his raging rod against his anus. He eased in and Troy pushed out, seeking to welcome him. He moaned as the head stretched his muscles. Then the plum slid in and Troy's ring closed around it. Troy whimpered and stroked Jake's cheek and tweaked his nipples. Jake slowly slid home until Troy felt the prickle of his bush and the weight of his balls against his painfully blistered ass.
Jake began easing in and out, in and out. Troy worked his nipples and he Troy's. They both were moaning and whispering to each other. Words of love; words of lust.
"Fuck me. Oh Master. Fuck me. Love me. Take me."
"Take it my boy. Grab me. Hold me. Go ahead; jerk off. My boy. My love."
Their tempo increased and the whispers rose to full-voiced cries and grunts. Jake didn't give Troy permission; he didn't have to. Troy knew he had permission and he synchronized the pumping of his own cock to the thrusts of his Master. Faster and faster. Troy gripped his Master's cock as strongly as he gripped his own. Faster and harder. Then they both exploded with shouts and Jake collapsed on top of Troy, who took him in his arms and kissed him.
Jake looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes and murmured "Thank you boy," and drifted off to sleep.
Troy held him in his arms and reveled in the firm cock still planted in his ass. And he pondered what had just happened between them. He kissed his sleeping Master and closed his own eyes and sank into the sleep of exhaustion.
Office Boy - Chapter 18
Troy awakened the next morning with empty arms. He stretched and arose from bed. He washed his face and did his usual toilet, though he missed having his Master holding his dick while he peed and wiping his ass when he'd taken a crap. Then he walked out to the kitchen. On the table, he found a note. "Boy," it read, "I'm going to the office to collect my things and to say goodbye to Adam. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Wait for me here. Do NOT come to the office! I love you. Jake." Troy puzzled over this. What did he mean that he was collecting his things and saying goodbye? Why? Was he leaving the company? What had happened to bring this about? Troy thought that his "coming out" had been quite successful. The Club members all seemed impressed by the training he'd received from Jake. They appreciated his ability to serve. Mr. Scarpelli seemed especially pleased. Then he remembered the argument he'd heard the end of. What was going on?
Troy mulled this over and brooded about it all day. When he looked at the clock again, he realized that Jake had been gone a long time; much longer than it would have taken him to "collect his things and say goodbye." But Jake had instructed him to wait for him and directly forbidden him to go to the office. What was he to do? He dialed Adam's number, thinking he might be able to tell him where Jake was. But the phone just rolled to Adam's voice mail. This was very strange. Adam always worked late and he always answered his telephone. Jake might be in trouble or he might be hurt. Troy made up his mind: he would go look for his Master even though it was disobedience to do so.
He found some money in Jake's dresser and took a cab downtown. When he arrived in front of the building, it looked dark and deserted. But since he used to arrive early and frequently had worked late, he knew the back way in. He entered the office and went upstairs. Indeed, the halls were dark and quiet. But somehow, he felt that something wasn't right. And he also felt that Jake was here somewhere. He looked in Jake's office and saw that his desk had been cleared. So he had been here. But where could he be? In the Club-room? Maybe that's where he was. Troy took the stairs up to the next floor and came out into the hall leading to the Club-room. And there he could see light coming from under the door. Jake must be there! He could feel his presence. He hurried down the hall and opened the door. There he was! But what's this? He was bound and naked. What's going on? As he started towards him, hands grabbed him from behind. His hands were cuffed behind his back and he was pushed to his knees.
"It's nice you could join us boy. We've been waiting for you, haven't we Jake?"
Mr. Scarpelli was sitting on the couch, wearing a yellowed jock strap, yellowed socks and nothing else. The jock emphasized Mr. Scarpelli's muscled, hairy physique and his posture held menace. Jake was lying naked and spread-eagled on the table. His eyes were blindfolded with a sock and a sock gagged his mouth. He was shaking his head and apparently protesting Mr. Scarpelli's question, although his words were unintelligible.
"You see boy, that your Jake is in no position to give you instructions right now. And he isn't going to be for quite some time. That's because he disobeyed me and for that he's being punished."
"What've you done to him? What are you doing?" Troy cried and tried to break loose from the hands holding him down.
Mr. Scarpelli rose and walked slowly across the room to him. He pulled his arm back and slapped Troy soundly on the face. Troy's head flew to the side and stars exploded in his head. He tasted blood in his mouth.
"I didn't give you permission to speak. You need to remember your place here, slave. You belong to me now. So does he!" Scarpelli pointed violently toward the prone, immobilized Jake. He went on. "As I was saying, he disobeyed me. I told him I wanted you for a while." Mr. Scarpelli grabbed Troy's chin and pulled his face to look into his eyes. "But he said 'no'. He said you were his and I couldn't have you to abuse. He said he loved you." Scarpelli was sounding bitterly sarcastic now. "Love! Hah! What's love to a slave? What's love to a master? It has no place in this world! Strength and dominance are all that matter. So he wants to love you, huh? Well let him! But now you'll both serve me! And now I'm going to break you both down!"
Troy felt a chill at these words. What was Scarpelli going to do? He was clearly enraged and Troy didn't know him well enough to know what to expect. Scarpelli's two henchmen grabbed Troy's arms and pulled him to his feet. Troy saw that they were wearing only collars, much like the one Scarpelli had put on him the night before. They must be his slaves. They certainly bore the mark of the club - the trimmed pubic hair. They pulled Troy's shoes, socks and pants off him and dragged him over to a wall. There the shackled his feet to chains fixed to the floor, forcing them apart. Then they uncuffed him and pulled his shirt off over his head. They pulled his arms up and shackled them over his head, immobilizing him. Once he was secured, Mr. Scarpelli walked up to him. "You're not properly attired for one of my slaves. I gave you a collar before. You'll be punished for losing it, since you're expected to have it on at all times."
Scarpelli held out a hand as he continued to hold Troy's eyes. One of the slaves placed a collar in his hand and he buckled it around Troy's neck. "Never take this off. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," Troy mumbled angrily.
Scarpelli struck him across the face sharply.
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir," Troy rapped out.
"That's better. Don't forget yourself again or you'll regret it," Scarpelli breathed. "Now let's get to him." He jerked his head toward Jake and he and his two slaves walked over to where Jake lay.
The two thugs unshackled Jake and dragged him to his feet. Then they pulled him to the middle of the floor. There, while one of them held him, the other wrapped leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists. Then they stretched his legs apart and hooked the cuffs to chains in the floor. Likewise, they spread his arms and hooked them to chains hanging from the ceiling. He was directly facing Troy. As he watched them chaining up his Master, Troy couldn't stop his mouth from watering at the sight of his manly body being stretched out. His furred chest, his large cock and his pendulous low-hangers always got a rise out of Troy, even in these circumstances. But he quickly banished these feelings from his mind; his Master was in trouble; deep trouble.
Once Jake was fastened in place, they removed the socks blindfolding and gagging him. He blinked in the light.
"I told you not to come here," he yelled at Troy. "Why did you come? Why did you disobey me?"
"I couldn't just sit at home when you were in trouble!" Troy yelled back.
At the outburst, Scarpelli nodded to his two assistants, each of whom moved to one of the two captives and slugged them in the gut. Had they not been strung up, they would have collapsed on the spot; instead they slumped against the chains.
"Now, you'd better both understand this and get it straight now! I'm the Master and you're the slaves. You will not speak unless you're asked a question. And then you will answer appropriately 'Yes Sir,' 'No Sir,' or 'Thank you Sir.' Is that perfectly clear?"
Jake and Troy were both trying to get their breath back and nodded their heads. Scarpelli nodded again and they were reward with tooth-jarring slaps.
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir," they rasped out, as best they could, struggling for air.
"Good. That's better. Now let's get on with it."
One of Scarpelli's slaves went to a cupboard and came back with a straight razor and electric shears and stood next to Troy. Mr. Scarpelli walked over to him and hefted his cock and balls. Troy's training took over and his dick began to lengthen and swell.
"Very nice. I was impressed with your equipment last night, but I was even more impressed by your skills. You're a very good fuck. So I've decided to let you keep your balls. I'm not always so understanding."
With that, he squeezed Troy's balls till the pain shot up his spine and burst in his head. He threw his head back and gasped for breath, but didn't cry out.
"Very good. Very good indeed," said Mr. Scarpelli. "However, even though I'm going to permit you to keep your plumbing, I going to remove your manhood. You will know your place!"
Scarpelli took the buzzer from his servant and ran it under Troy's arms, removing the hair that had grown back there. Then he ran it over his chest, clearing away the darkening shadow. He took a sock and brushed the hair away. Then he used the straight razor to clean Troy's pits and chest of any hair left from the buzzer. He pinched Troy's nipples and carefully scraped the stubble away from around them. When he was finished with Troy's chest, he tweaked his nipples again and twisted the ring in his right tit. Troy grimaced from the pain.
Mr. Scarpelli fingered the ring and spoke to his two minions: "I'll have to replace this one. Since this other slave gave it to him, it's offensive. I think I'll get a heavy slave ring and put it in. I might as well ring his other tit too. It'll look better and be easier to handle. Then, I'm going to have a PA put in and put a ring in his perineum. Then I'll be able to hook his cock under his balls. He'll look like a broad. Hah!"
And he started to laugh. The two slaves smiled maliciously at Troy who blushed and felt chilled at the same time. Jake pulled against his chains, struggling to break free. Scarpelli gestured with his head at Jake and one of his slaves moved over and punched him in the gut again, causing him to collapse against the chains.
Next, Scarpelli took the straight razor to Troy's legs, denuding them front and back. Then his slaves loosened Troy's arms and bent him at the waist. Troy dutifully assumed the position, grabbing his ankles. Scarpelli shaved the fuzz from his cheeks and, with his slaves pulling his ass cheeks apart, scraped the hair from around his hole.
When they were finished with Troy's ass, they again fastened his wrists to the chains. Scarpelli then took the buzzer to Troy's bush, stripping away the sign of his manhood. Troy felt humiliated, but in spite of that, his cock grew even more stiff and began to dribble pre-cum. Scarpelli laughed and used his fingers to smear pre-cum on Troy's nipples, working it into the denuded cones.
"You're just a cheap pig. I think I'll get a lot of use out of you before I'm finished with you," Scarpelli laughed.
Then he took some more on his fingers and painted Troy's lips with it and pushed into his mouth.
"Suck, slave!" he commanded, "Suck it off!"
Troy hesitated and then obeyed, licking his own slickness from Mr. Scarpelli's fingers. Finally, Scarpelli took the straight razor and cleaned Troy's pubes to the skin. Troy felt the air moving over his skin where he hadn't felt it for years. In the mirrored wall opposite him, Troy saw his completely denuded body and he flushed with shame and excitement, seeing how large his cock and balls looked with absolutely no pubic hair surrounding them.
Mr. Scarpelli smiled malevolently at Troy, crushed his balls in his fist and walked over to Jake. Troy pulled against the chains and jerked his limbs, trying to get free to go to Jake's rescue. His own humiliation meant nothing to him. He feared what Scarpelli would do to Jake. He'd seen the cruelty in his eyes.
Scarpelli stood in front of Jake and lifted his head, staring into his eyes with fury. Jake stared back at him, unbowed and defiant.
"I will break you, you fool! How did you think you could deny me and disobey me? You wanted to keep him for yourself, did you? Well look now: I have both of you. All you've done is add to my pleasure. What do you say to that, slave?"
"You may break me and you may take him, but you'll never end our love. As long as we live, we'll love each other. And if you don't know that, then you're the fool. Sir!"
Jake spat out the last. Scarpelli stepped back at his vehemence. Then he stepped forward, drew back his hand and slapped him soundly. Jake's head flew back and his body pulled painfully on his arms.
Scarpelli was breathing heavily in his anger. "Now it's time to break this slave for good."
He took the buzzer and started shaving Jake's entire body. He began with his furry arms. Then he stripped the forest away from Jake's armpits. Next, he moved to Jake's chest. Troy again tried to break loose from his bonds.
"Please no," he begged. "Please don't shave his chest!"
Scarpelli just looked over his shoulder and chuckled. Then, starting at Jake's throat, he ran the buzzer down his strongly muscled chest. Jake thrashed around, trying to avoid the razor. Scarpelli slapped his face.
"There are two ways we can do this," he shouted. "You can cooperate like a good obedient slave or I can cut your tits off. What'll it be boy?"
Jake stopped thrashing, looked into Scarpelli's eyes for a moment and then dropped his head. He was defeated and he knew it.
Mr. Scarpelli carefully trimmed around his nipples, leaving the brown cones naked and exposed. When he'd finished with Jake's chest, he cleaned the flowing hair away from his belly, leaving his firm abs denuded. Scarpelli stopped short of Jake's pubes, although Troy didn't have much hope that Jake's bush would be spared. Mr. Scarpelli completed the stripping of Jake's upper body by using the straight razor, dry, to clear the stubble away from his arms and his pits. Then he scrapped the strays away from his chest, again, taking great care when he shaved around his tits. He tweaked Jake's exposed brown cones and twisted them cruelly. Jake groaned and threw his head back. Then Scarpelli released one of his tits and grabbed his cock, pumping it to an erection.
"Feel it. Feel the pain. Feel the humiliation. You're mine. You belong to me. Feel the pain I give you. Feel the pleasure. Pain is pleasure; pleasure is pain. Feel it. Feel the humiliation."
He chanted in Jake's ear and Jake shook his head slowly as the pain and pleasure melded in his mind. His cock became stiff and he began to breath more deeply and whimper.
"That's a good boy," Scarpelli said. "Now you're coming along. We'll have you trained in no time, now that you've begun to accept your place. One day you'll make an excellent fuck."
Tears welled up and ran down Jake's cheeks; they were mirrored on Troy's face.
"Never," Troy breathed quietly. "He'll never be your slave."
"Shut that slave up!" Scarpelli ordered his thugs.
They strode over to where Troy hung suspended. One slugged him in the gut and the other pushed a perforated ball-gag into his mouth and tied it around his head.
The slave picked up Troy's head by the hair and whispered menacingly "We wouldn't want you to not be able to breathe now would we? Mr. Scarpelli might get very angry if we let you die."
Then he dropped his head and laughed cruelly. Troy's only response was to gasp for breath, making whistling noises as he desperately sucked air through the holes of the gag.
Scarpelli then continued his work of stripping away Jake's manhood. He shaved his legs, front and back, first with the buzzer and then with the straight razor. Troy watched in horror as Jake's masculine furriness was taken away and boyish smoothness replaced it. As Scarpelli worked, he continually ran his hands over the newly denuded skin, stroking and warming it, making Jake's cock stand at attention, drooling pre-cum onto the floor.
"I think you really like this don't you? You like having your manhood taken away, don't you? Big top man! Answer me boy!"
"No Sir," Jake croaked out. But his own cock gave lie to his words.
Scarpelli had his slaves loosen the chains holding Jake's arms up. His arms fell to his sides, exhausted from having been held aloft for so long. Then they pulled a waist-high bench over and pushed it against Jake's hips. They pushed Jake over it roughly and pulled the chains straight out so that he was immobilized and bent at the waist. Scarpelli started working on his ass. He stripped the fur from his butt cheeks and his lower back. Then he shaved them smooth with the razor. Finally, he went after the hair in his ass crack. He carefully trimmed the hair, using only the straight razor and leaving Jake's pink rosebud pristine and clean.
"Well boy," said Scarpelli, thrusting a finger into Jake's hole, "has anyone ever gotten a dick up this ass?"
"No Sir. Never before Sir," Jake grunted.
"Well we'll take care of that pretty soon. What good is a slave excepting for fucking and sucking? Right boys?" Scarpelli addressed this to his two goons.
"Yes Sir," they answered. "You're right Sir, as always."
"Right boy? Answer me boy!" Scarpelli slapped Jake's naked ass, raising a red handprint on his pale skin.
"Yes Sir. That's what slaves are good for Sir. Thank you Sir."
"Good boy. We'll make a slave out of you yet! Pull him up boys."
They pulled the chains back up, stretching Jake upright again. Only this time they tightened the chains even further, forcing Jake to rise on the balls of his feet. Then, as Troy watched and wept, Scarpelli started in on Jake's pubes. Again he used only the straight razor. He scraped away the trimmed bush, leaving only white skin where the sign of Jake's manhood had been. He rubbed his hands over the smooth flesh, causing Jake's hard cock to throb in response.
"Now slave, you're the lowest of the low. What do you think now? Was your defiance worth it? You're going to see both yourself and your boy used and broken. I hope you're happy with your decision."
And with that, Scarpelli cruelly twisted Jake's balls. Then he froze for a moment, Jake's eggs in his hand.
"I don't know. Maybe I'd be better off if he didn't have these things. After all, they're what caused me this trouble in the first place. Let me see..." Scarpelli was staring into Jake's face as he kneaded his balls. "Yeah, I think so. But let's give you one last time and then I'll take 'em."
Mr. Scarpelli started working Jake's tits, switching from one to the other while he pumped his heavy, stiff cock. Pre-cum formed a clear drop at the tip of Jake's dick and Mr. Scarpelli took it on his fingers and painted Jake's lips with it. Jake involuntarily licked it off and then reached for Mr. Scarpelli's finger, sucking it into his mouth and licking it like candy. Scarpelli laughed and thrust his entire hand into Jake's mouth, painfully stretching his jaw and threatening to choke him. His face was turning purple and his eyes were bulging out when Scarpelli finally withdrew his hand.
"You're a slut, aren't you slave?"
"Yes Sir. I-I'm a slut Sir," Jake gasped, tears streaming down his face: tears from shame and choking.
Scarpelli laughed and slapped Jake's face with his wet hand. Then he took more of Jake's pre-cum on his fingers and massaged it into Jake's sensitive tits. Jake threw his head back and groaned as Scarpelli pumped his rigid pole, using his own pre-cum for lubricant.
"You like how this feels don't you. You're discovering that you were always a boy at heart. You need this don't you boy?"
Jake was silent.
"Don't you boy? Answer me!" Scarpelli demanded.
"Yes Sir," Jake hissed softly.
"What did you say boy? I couldn't hear you?"
"Yes Sir," Jake answered more loudly.
"Yes Sir what boy?"
"Yes Sir, I need this Sir." Jake responded, writhing as Scarpelli worked his tits and cock.
"And what are you boy? What're you good for?"
"I'm a slave Sir. I'm good for fucking and sucking cock Sir. Please let me come Sir." Jake's back arched and every muscle was straining to release the tension in his body.
"No boy. Not yet. Not yet. But soon. And probably for the last time," he said as he pumped Jake's rod.
These last words were ominously quiet. But Jake didn't seem to hear. He was lost in the pain/pleasure. Troy stood, chained against the wall, tears wetting his cheeks.
When Jake started to moan and his hips started to tremble, Mr. Scarpelli pinched the head of his cock between his thumb and finger and let him go. Jake just slumped against the chains holding him erect.
"Bring me some equipment," Scarpelli ordered. His two slaves brought tit clamps, a leather cock-ring and a cat to him. They clamped Jake's tits and wrapped the cock-ring tightly around his genitals. Jake dropped his head back. He knew what was coming, but because he was stretched to tight, he couldn't do anything to brace himself for the flogging. When the first blow landed on his clamped, nude chest, he gave out an animal cry and swung from the chains.
"What do you say boy?" Scarpelli demanded.
"One Sir, thank you Sir," Jake rasped out. Another blow. "Two Sir, thank you Sir."
It went on and on for forty blows. Jake's naked skin had bright welts across it; on his chest, his groin, his back, his legs and his ass. Blood was trailing down his chest from his punished tits, traversing the red welts where he'd been flogged. And his cock was throbbing.
"Who do you belong to boy?" Scarpelli shouted, dropping the cat.
"You Sir. I belong to you."
"What are you good for boy?"
"Fucking and sucking Sir."
"And what do you want from me boy?"
"I want you to fuck me Sir. Please fuck me Sir. Please fuck me."
Jake wasn't just parroting what he thought Scarpelli wanted him to say. He was begging for it. He was broken. He was now Scarpelli's slave. Troy turned his head away in sorrow at seeing his Master brought down. Scarpelli walked up behind Jake and used Jake's pre-cum to lubricate his cock.
"This one time boy, you'll get what you want."
And with that Scarpelli rammed his massive dick home. Jake screamed at the assault. Then Scarpelli backed out and thrust home again. He began pumping. Jake was thrusting his hips back as best he could, to meet the attack and pull Scarpelli even deeper. Scarpelli grabbed the chain between the clamps on Jake's chest and yanked it in rhythm with his thrusts. As he picked up speed and his breathing grew more ragged, Jake was matching him thrust for thrust, breath for breath grunting at each cruel pull on his chest and thrust up his ass. Then, Mr. Scarpelli shouted "Come," in Jake's ear and rammed home, filling Jake's gut with his cream. At the same time, Jake shouted and shot his load half way across the room. When Scarpelli finally stopped his tremors and pulled out, Jake's head fell against his chest. If the chains had allowed it, he would have collapsed to the floor.
Mr. Scarpelli walked away and slumped onto the couch, struggling to catch his breath. Then he noticed that there was a pool of cum in front of Troy.
"So, you came to, did you? Boy, take the gag out," he said and motioned toward Troy.
One of the slaves removed the gag stopping Troy's mouth and he flexed his jaw a second before answering.
"Yes Sir," he said, hanging his head. "I'm sorry Sir. I didn't have permission."
"Yes, I'm sure it was a great turn-on for you to watch your former master being broken. I'll let you off easy this time. You'll only get twenty lashes for that. And I won't put you on hard labor. But it won't happen again will it slave?"
"No Sir. Never again Sir."
"And certainly never again for this worthless piece of shit," Scarpelli said evenly.
He took the straight razor in his hand and walked toward Jake. He held Jake's pendulous balls in one hand and held the straight razor up in front of his eyes. Jake was openly weeping now and babbling.
"Please Sir. Please don't. I'm begging you Sir. Please Sir, please."
Scarpelli just looked at him coldly.
Troy screamed "Please Sir don't. Please don't. Please Sir."
But Scarpelli took the razor and placed the sharp blade against the backside of Jake's sack. "You should have thought of that before you defied me," he said, as Jake sobbed.
Then he drew the blade across Jake's scrotum. The last thing Jake saw was the flash of the blade. The last thing he felt was the cutting of his sack and blood streaming across his delicate skin. Blood dripped onto the blade then onto the floor. Jake fainted and Troy screamed at the sight of the blood. Then Troy lost consciousness.
To be continued.