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Office Boy 8 -- Chapter 19
When Troy awoke, the room was spinning. His head throbbed and his entire body ached. When he opened his eyes, bright lights blinded him. As he struggled to focus his vision and willed his pupils to adjust to the brightness, he became aware of the fact that his hands and feet were in chains. He could move a little bit, so he tried to get up, only to have his neck jerked as he tried to rise, bringing him abruptly back to the floor on his hands and knees. There was now a metal collar around his neck and a length of chain fastened it to a pipe that was fastened length-wise across the floor. So he could move across the room but the chain prevented him from standing upright. Troy felt around the collar and realized it had been welded on. He crouched there on his hands and knees, his head down, trying to remember what had happened. Then he remembered Jake!
"Jake, Master!" he called out and looked around wildly. Then he saw Jake lying in the corner. His body was completely denuded and he had bandages around his groin. Troy just stared at him. What had they done? Did Scarpelli really cut off Jake's balls? Did he geld him? Troy felt sick to his stomach. He curled over and heaved.
When his head cleared a bit, he looked around and saw a bucket of water, which the chain attached to his collar just permitted him to reach. He washed his mouth out and then took a long drink. He suddenly was aware that he was very thirsty. Who knows how long they'd lain here without food or water? He realized that his stomach was now very empty, but he didn't think about that very long. He needed to check on Jake.
Troy crawled over to him and stroked his face.
"Master? Master? Jake? Wake up. Are you all right? Master?"
Jake stirred and groaned. He opened his eyes slightly and blinked in the brightness. There wasn't a shadow anywhere in the room with bright lights enclosed in cages making it seem like midday in the desert. Jake draped an arm across his eyes and groaned again. Troy tried to pull him to a sitting position. He was chained, hands, feet and neck just like Troy was.
"Master. Please speak to me. Are you all right?"
Troy couldn't help looking down at the bandages around Jake's crotch. He couldn't tell whether or not they were gone and he didn't want to ask just yet. But Jake followed his glance and looked down himself. His lip began to shake and tears welled up in his eyes. He sank back against the wall and wept aloud.
Troy squatted next to him, taking his head in his arms and stroking his head, trying to comfort him. "It's all right Master. Maybe he didn't really do it. But it doesn't matter. I still love you. I always will. Don't cry. It's all right. I love you."
Jake was crying "I can't feel anything but pain. I can't feel anything. They're gone. They're gone..."
"Ssshhh. Ssshhhh. It's all right. I love you. It's all right."
Troy continued stroking his head and rocking him in his arms. Finally, Jake quieted down.
"Are you sure you don't feel anything Sir?" Troy asked quietly.
"I don't think so. Nothing." Jake sounded tired. "Oh God," he groaned. "What've I done? What've I gotten you into? I was so happy. We were going to have such a wonderful life. And then he decided he wanted you too. What've I done? I told him no, that he couldn't have you; that I loved you and wouldn't give you to him. And now look at us."
"Sir... Master, as long as we're together, what difference does it make?"
"Can't you see already? He's completely ruthless. He doesn't care at all about anyone else. He's a complete sadist. He'll use you up and throw you away when he's finished with you. And he'll do the same to me. We're useful to him as long as we can give him pleasure. After that, we're trash!"
"But Sir, I still will love you. I'll never stop loving you. You gave my life a purpose and a meaning. You taught me what it meant to trust someone with your whole being. I'd never lived until I knew that. And now that I do know it, nothing else matters, just as long as I know you're there for me."
The conviction in Troy's voice pulled Jake's eyes to him and he looked deep into his eyes.
"Yes, I see that. I see what you mean. But you're not to call me Sir any longer. I'm no longer your master. I'm a slave like you. In fact Scarpelli has made me lower than you. I'm not even a man anymore." Jake glanced down at his bandaged crotch and then looked back at Troy. "But I'm still a man inside and he can never take that away from me, because I love you. You've shown me what it is to be trusted and depended on. And you've shown me what it means to trust. I do love you and I always will."
Jake took Troy in his arms and kissed him and Troy returned the kiss with his whole being.
At that moment, the low door to the cell clanged open and a voice called in "OK you scum, get yourselves over to the door and make it snappy."
Jake and Troy crawled across the floor as far as the chains attached to their collars would allow. They were stopped at the entrance, facing the door, crouching on their hands and knees.
"Swing your backsides around here and back up as far as you can go" they were ordered.
Obediently, they swung around, backing their asses as close to the door as they could get. Their backsides were almost out the door. Hands reached in and unfastened the chains attached to their collars. Then they were pulled out of the cell, into the corridor.
"Get your heads down," came the snarled order and their heads were shoved to the floor, leaving their asses in the air.
Leather belts were fastened around their waists and chains were passed through them and attached to the chains binding their hands and feet. The manner in which these chains were joined made it impossible for them to stand upright.
Once they were both shackled, chains were attached to their collars and their handlers jerked them up and started down the corridor with the two slaves scrambling to keep up, scurrying along on all fours. Troy noticed that they went by several offices where men were seated at desks, doing some kind of work. Some appeared to be dressed in normal business attire; others were clothed in the scantiest of outfits. Clearly, these semi- dressed men were higher-level slaves who were actually performing company business. Troy figured that they must have their time divided between servicing their masters and doing regular tasks. As he was considering who these men might be and to whom they were assigned, he felt a crack on his ass.
"Come on shithead; get a move on."
The blow focused Troy's attention back on his current task, which was crawling down the corridor to wherever his slave handler was taking him. His knees were very sore and his arms were getting tired and every once in a while he would crawl on the chain joining his hands and his feet, sending shooting pains through his kneecaps.
They were herded into an elevator and began to ascend. Troy figured they must have been kept in the basement, an area of the building with which he was pretty unfamiliar. He'd never had reason to go down there. Now he wished he'd been a little more inquisitive. The elevator doors opened, and the two new slaves were propelled down the hall by their handlers, who encouraged them with short whips on their backsides. This was a hall Jake knew. It was the hall to the Clubroom, near Mr. Scarpelli's office. He also knew that the doors to the offices lining the hall were opened and he could feel eyes upon him; upon his stripped, denuded, humiliated body.
As they crawled down the hall, passing one open door, Jake raised his eyes and turned his head. His handler jerked his lead and pulled him up straight, standing on his knees. His denuded body was fully exposed, but for the bandages around his emasculation. His eyes met the eyes of one of his former peers. This man, Eli, had been his friend and co-worker; a fellow manager. Their eyes met and Jake was completely and humiliatingly aware of his reduced station. He had been an important man in the company. Now, here he was, naked, shaved and neutered, no longer a man but a thing, chains around his limbs and a collar around his neck, crawling on the floor like a dog. As he and Eli looked at each other, he blushed from head to toe and at the same instant, felt a stirring in his groin he didn't quite comprehend. Then, just as his mind began to ponder this mystery, the whip collided with his backside. Eli, who looked at Jake with a look of horror on his face, dropped his eyes and turned away, passing his hand over his eyes. Jake, in turn, dropped his head and scuttled down the hall, crawling like the dog he felt he now was.
The door to the Clubroom opened and the two slaves were whipped through. The chains attached to their collars were jerked tight, pulling them up on their knees and almost choking them. There stood Scarpelli clad in a leather jock strap and leather harness. On his feet were black boots. Suddenly, they had feet on their backs shoving their heads to the floor. Scarpelli walked over to them and stood with his feet in their faces. "Lick," came the command. Troy opened his mouth and began to lick the boot in front of him. Jake wasn't so obedient, until his handler began to thrash his ass. Then, to escape the beating, he began to lick the boot. But the whipping continued. So he licked more vigorously, making the leather slick and shiny with his saliva. He became so absorbed in cleaning the black leather that he failed to notice that the whipping had stopped. He failed to be aware of the stiffening under the bandages around his groin.
Troy sat back on his heels, staring at the one who had been his master. Tears welled in his eyes and spilled down his cheeks. Jake was holding onto Mr. Scarpelli's boot and laving it with his tongue as he whimpered and moaned.
"My master, I'm sorry master," Jake murmured between licks.
Mr. Scarpelli looked down at Troy. "Now what do you think of this thing?" he asked Troy contemptuously, pointing at Jake.
Troy looked up into his eyes. "He gave up everything for me; everything! How could I not love him? Whatever you do, you'll never change that, as long as we live!"
Scarpelli stared at him and then spat in his face. "Chain him up!" he shouted at his thug slaves.
They grabbed Troy and pulled him to his feet. They unlocked the chains binding his hands to his feet and dragged him across the room to chains hanging from the ceiling. These they attached to the shackles on his wrists. Then they attached chains hooked to the floor to the shackles on his ankles. One of them moved behind Troy's back and he heard the hum of an electric motor. The chains hanging from the ceiling began to rise. Soon, he was standing on his toes. Then, his feet were pulled from the floor and he hung by his arms. Jake had never done anything like this to him. He struggled against the chains, but quickly realized that doing so only worsened the pain, as the shackles chewed into his wrists. So he hung there and suffered the pains settling in his shoulders.
Then, Scarpelli snapped his fingers and gestured toward Jake who was still at his feet. The goons grabbed Jake, unlocked his chains and held him upright. Again, one of them disappeared behind Troy and an electrical whine filled the room. Chains descended from the ceiling only a foot from where Troy hung suspended. They attached Jake's shackles to them and fastened the manacles on his ankles to chains on the floor. Once again, the motor whined and Jake, looking up surprised, like a man waking from a dream, found himself being pulled off the floor. He groaned from the pull on his arms and dropped his head back.
"Jake," Troy said quietly. "Jake. I'm here. I'm with you."
Jake pulled his head forward and looked into Troy's eyes. "Troy. Troy. Thank God!" And with that, he passed out.
Office Boy 8 -- Chapter 20
Jake awakened to the overpowering stench of ammonia.
"My, my. We can't have this can we? I pride myself on having tough slaves. If this is all you can take, I may have to sell you to one of my customers who needs farm animals. At least you'd do someone good. He can always make use of another gelding. But I'm really surprised at you, scum. I thought you were made of tougher stuff than that!"
Scarpelli was standing next to where Jake and Troy hung. He dropped the ammonia ampule into a wastebasket.
Scarpelli walked overt to Jake's stretched body and looked up at him. "So, you love him, do you? Well, we'll see how much. Your 'love' has already cost you dearly my boy! And payment isn't finished yet."
He snapped his fingers and one of the slaves wheeled a cart over. From it, Scarpelli took a pair of alligator tit clamps linked by a chain. Scarpelli fastened one of the clamps to Troy's right nipple after removing the ring from it. Troy grunted a bit, but he had become accustomed to having his tits abused while Jake had trained him. Scarpelli took the clamp at the other end of the chain and fastened to Jake's right nipple, causing Jake to hiss as the teeth bit into his sensitive flesh. Then Scarpelli took another pair of clamps and fastened them to Jake's and Troy's left tits. They were now linked, naked chest to naked chest.
"Now for the real fun," Scarpelli said.
He took an alligator clamp and attached the teeth to the remnant of skin left from Troy's circumcision. At the other end of the chain to which the clamp was fixed was a spiked metal dildo. He held this in his hand and looked devilishly at Jake.
"You'll appreciate this. Since your dick's still bandaged, I had to have another way to join the two of you at the hip, so to speak. So I was forced to be creative."
He passed the dildo between Jake's legs as he walked behind him. He pushed the bandages away from his anus and roughly inserted the spiked dildo into his ass. Jake groaned at the wicked intrusion and jerked his hips. Troy groaned in turn as the clamp biting into his cock jerked and pulled.
"Yes, I like this arrangement," Scarpelli laughed. "Now it's time for some discipline."
He grabbed a leather cat. Troy shuddered as he realized what was about to happen.
The first blow fell on Jake's ass. Jake tried to pull his ass away from the biting tails and in so doing, pulled his chest backward. Troy immediately felt the clamps bite savagely into his nipples and saw, that at the same instant, Jake was receiving the same punishment to his tits. Jake grunted at the combined pain. Then, just as suddenly, Troy felt the cat flaying at his own back. He tried to pull his chest forward and thus jerked his hips back, causing the teeth in his dick to bite deeper and sending an equal jolt to Jake's asshole, as the spikes bit into his tender anus. They were writhing and jerking spastically in response to the flaying whips and the pain that immediately was transmitted from each blow to another part of each of their bodies as they lurched in their attempts to avoid the cat. In the midst of this overwhelming pain, Troy was aware that his cock was responding as it had been conditioned to and was erect and flowing. Jake sensed a stiffness in the bandages wrapped around his groin that he recognized but couldn't comprehend. He knew he was hard, but didn't know why, since he'd had his manhood taken from him.
Jake realized that if they could surrender to the pain, they could gain control of their movements and ride through the pain.
He grunted to Troy "Give in to it Troy. Will your body to be still and accept the pain. Accept the pain!"
Troy looked at him and focused his eyes. "Yes Sir," he mouthed and willed his body to remain still as Jake was now doing.
The beating went on for some time. Scarpelli's sweat was raining on the floor and his own cock was raging. Troy was rock hard and he could see a large bulge in Jake's bandages. Both Jake and Troy had red stripes all over their backs and asses as the cat continued to lick savagely at their flesh. Their nipples were tender and swollen from the teeth biting into them with each blow. Troy felt as though he were leaving his body and looked over at Jake to see that his eyes were loosing their intensity and were heavy with arousal. The blows were coming faster and faster and suddenly, Scarpelli, with his hand stretched back, shouted "Come," and, with a double stroke, landed one more blow each on Troy's and Jake's asses. Troy convulsed in his orgasm, shooting streams of cum across the space separating him from Jake. The first shot hit Jake in the face; the next two landed on his chest and belly. Troy shouted in animal lust like a wounded bull as his pelvis contracted and jerked. Jake also shouted and seized against the chains. He had gone over the edge without questioning, at his master's behest. Somehow, his master had given him an orgasm. He didn't know or care how. He was caught in its throes. He felt the cum ejecting from the end of his encased cock like a hot flow of lava, soaking the bandages.
The next thing Troy knew, he was on the floor, lying next to Jake, who lay there groaning. They were unchained and the implements of torture were removed from their bodies.
"Stand at attention slaves!" came the command.
Jake and Troy got unsteadily to their feet and tried to bring their bodies under control. Scarpelli walked back and forth in front of them like a drill sergeant.
"This is your first discipline session. You needed to get a taste of what your lives are going to be like from now on. I expect my boys to do what I want, when I want it, how I want it. Is that clear?"
"Yes Sir!" they answered in unison.
Mr. Scarpelli stopped in front of Jake. "Well boy, you seem to be wet here. What could that be from? Is it maybe because I ordered you to come? Maybe I can give you balls as well as taking them away. What do you think boy?"
Jake blushed over his entire body at the humiliation. Why did Scarpelli have to continually remind him that he was no longer a man? And did he have the power to make him come on command when he wouldn't otherwise be able to? He couldn't understand it.
"Yes Sir. I believe I came, Sir. Thank you Sir!" he rasped out, his voice thick with humiliation.
"And what about you boy? Are you happy to share this with your former master?" Scarpelli demanded of Troy.
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir. Thank you for allowing me to come Sir!" Troy responded.
Scarpelli just stared at the two slaves for a moment. "Well let's see what we have here, shall we? You should probably be pretty well healed by now, since I had my own doctor look after you."
He took out a pair of scissors, cut through the bandages and started to pull them away from Jake's crotch. Troy instinctively looked away.
"Look here boy!" Scarpelli barked. "Don't you look away from what I'm doing!"
"Yes Sir. I-I'm sorry Sir," Troy whispered and forced himself to look at Jake's groin.
Jake's eyes were closed as the bandages fell to the ground. Troy automatically winced and then his eyes opened wide.
"Oh thank you Sir," Troy said in wonder and sank to his knees. He bent and put his head on Mr. Scarpelli's feet and kissed them. "Thank you. Thank you Sir. Thank you," he said over and over.
Jake, his eyes still closed couldn't figure out what had come over Troy, so he opened his eyes slowly. There, hanging beneath the pendulous head of his shaved cock, were his naked, egg-sized testes in their smooth sack. He hadn't done it after all! He was still a man! He couldn't believe it. He too sank to his knees and clutched at Mr. Scarpelli's feet, kissing them.
"Thank you Sir. I'm so grateful. Thank you Sir."
"I'm sure I've made my point now, haven't I boy?" Scarpelli said to Jake.
"Yes Sir. I'm sorry Sir."
"Stand up!" Scarpelli ordered.
The two slaves rose to their feet. Scarpelli stood in front of Jake and grasped a ravaged nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. He squeezed and kneaded the cones of flesh.
"You won't be disobeying me again, will you boy?"
"No Sir. Never again Sir."
"I could've had your balls just like that and I still can. Don't forget it! But I'm not interested in eunuchs. I want slaves who're men and know they're men but submit because they know I'm more powerful than they are. And now you know that, don't you boy?"
"Yes Sir. I submit to you because you're powerful," Jake answered, his head bowed to his Master.
"And what are you good for boy?"
"I'm good for fucking and sucking and abusing Sir. I'm good for whatever you want to do with me Sir."
"What do you want boy?"
"Sir, all I want is for you to fuck me, Sir."
By this time, Scarpelli was lifting Jake into the air by his nipples.
"And I want to fuck you! Give yourself to me boy!"
Jake was groaning from the pain, but he knew how to respond.
Scarpelli lowered him to the ground and he fell to one knee.
"Now, beg me to fuck you and show me you want it," Scarpelli commanded.
Jake got up and, turning his back on Mr. Scarpelli, positioned himself in front of him. Then bent over and placed his hands on the floor and straightened his legs, thrusting his ass into the air.
"Good presentation boy. Now beg!"
"Please Sir. Please fuck my pussy Sir. Please fuck your pussy boy. Please Sir!" Jake begged and his cock rose against his belly.
"And what are you boy?"
"I'm your pussy boy Sir."
"And what are you good for?"
"I'm good for fucking and sucking Sir."
"And what do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me Sir."
So Scarpelli granted his request. Jake felt his hands on his hips as he thrust his huge cock into his sore, abused ass in one stroke, lubed only by the blood from the dildo that had torn him up earlier. As the cock impaled him, Jake screamed. He screamed from the pain and from the recognition that this was something he'd always wanted but could never admit to himself. And Troy sank to his knees and wept once again.
Office Boy 8 -- Chapter 21
Mr. Scarpelli fucked with abandon, holding onto Jake's hips. If he hadn't been holding him up, Jake would probably have collapsed sooner or later, from the strain on his arms and legs as he tried to hold himself up for the man who had become his Master. He suddenly realized what the men he had used over the years had gone through to serve him. His arms and his legs and his ass ached and his cock was throbbing and drooling pre-cum all over the floor.
As Scarpelli picked up the pace of the fuck, Jake began to grunt "Fuck me Sir. Fuck me harder Sir. Thank you Sir."
He'd never felt so full. In his heart, he knew that he was a slave and was meant to be a slave. At least part of him was.
"Clamp him," Scarpelli ordered one of his minions.
The slave brought a pair of tit-clamps over, knelt on the floor and fastened them onto Jake's erect cones. Jake groaned from the pain and the arousal. The chain joining the clamps swung back and forth, increasing the pain. Then Scarpelli reached under him and grasped his balls, pulling them savagely and twisting them. Jake began to scream from the combined pain and as he screamed, he felt the monster filling him begin to pulse. Then he heard the word he'd been waiting for: "Come!" and he shot, spraying his chin and belly and splattering on the floor.
Mr. Scarpelli, in his orgasm, had picked Jake up off the floor. As he regained control of himself, he pushed Jake off his dick, sprawling him on the sticky floor. Scarpelli walked over and collapsed on the couch. Then he snapped his fingers. Jake pulled himself up and crawled over to him. He had cum oozing from his hole and dribbling down his legs. His anus was stretched and sore. But now it felt empty. He only wanted it to be filled again. Jake began cleaning his Master with his tongue, starting with his monster cock, which was dirty with blood, ass mucus and cum. He licked the penis until it was shiny and clean. Then he licked any residue from Mr. Scarpelli's trimmed bush. Then Mr. Scarpelli raised his arms and Jake licked the sweat from his armpits. When he moved to the second pit, Scarpelli grabbed his head and closed his arm around him, trapping Jake's face in his armpit.
"Breathe deeply" he commanded. "Let that smell fill your brain. You are my slave. You are my pussy boy. You live to serve me. You are mine!"
Jake could only breathe and grunt and lick the hair covering his face.
Finally, Scarpelli let him go. Jake slid back to the floor, kneeling in front of his Master. Mr. Scarpelli snapped his fingers again and pointed at his asshole. Obediently Jake moved to clean his bung. He thrust his tongue into the musky hole and breathed in the odor of the man who had possessed him. He tongued the soft tissue, savoring the taste that he knew was to be one of his principal pleasures in life from now on. When Jake was finished, Scarpelli pointed to the floor in front of the couch. Jake went down on the floor on all fours like a dog. Scarpelli attached a chain to his collar and turned his attention to Troy, who had been observing all this from his place at the feet of one of the handlers.
"Come over here boy," Scarpelli ordered.
Troy crawled over on his hands and knees, his eyes fixed on the floor. He didn't think he could bear to look at Jake at this moment, but his cock was rock-hard and leaking. He stopped at Mr. Scarpelli's feet. Scarpelli placed a foot on his head, pushing his forehead to the floor.
"Who's your master boy!" Scarpelli demanded.
"You are Sir. You are my Master. Thank you Sir."
"And what are you good for boy?"
"I'm good for whatever use you want to make of me Sir."
"Very good, you're a well-trained boy. Your former master at least did a good job in training you, even if he couldn't keep himself in line."
Jake just sat there like a dog, not even seeming to hear the insult, or at least not caring. He was past caring. He had no pride left. Scarpelli looked back at Troy.
"Kneel up boy!"
Troy raised himself up to a kneeling position at Scarpelli's feet. He spread his legs, placed his hands behind his back and kept his eyes on his Master's feet. Mr. Scarpelli snapped his fingers and one of his handler slaves walked across the room to him, caring an object, which he handed to Mr. Scarpelli with a bow. Scarpelli held the thing in his hand and addressed Troy.
"Look at me boy."
Troy raised his eyes and saw that he was holding a ring. A ring larger and heavier than the one that Jake had given him. Mr. Scarpelli leaned forward and inserted the open end of the ring into Troy's tit. Then he took a pair of pliers and closed the opening. Finally, he dropped the ring, which fell against Troy's chest with a thump and stretched his tit. Troy groaned from the weight and the pleasure of having a ring in his tit once more.
"Bring me a needle and another ring," Scarpelli ordered one of his slaves.
He looked at Troy, causing a twinge of fear to run through him.
"I told you I was going to pierce your other tit and give you a PA as well" said Scarpelli, pressing the point of the needle against Troy's left tit. "But that will wait for another day. I have a new slave here to be ringed. Kneel up!" he ordered Jake.
Jake pushed himself upright, his eyes wide with fear. Scarpelli disinfected the needle and ring and then wiped disinfectant on Jake's right nipple. Then he squeezed and kneaded it, rolling it between his fingers until it was a well-raised nub.
He held the needle in front of Jake's eyes and Jake whispered "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."
Scarpelli placed the point of the needle against Jake's cone. The slave held a cork against the other side. Then Scarpelli pushed the needle through. Jake gasped and groaned and tears ran down his cheeks. But it wasn't over yet. Scarpelli used the needle piercing his tit to pull it away from his body, stretching it out and causing him agony, as the blood ran down his chest. Quickly, the slave placed a ring that matched Troy's through Jake's tit and closed it with the pliers. Only then did Scarpelli withdraw the needle and let Jake's newly pierced tit snap back in place. Jake swayed and bent over, leaning on his arms to support his weight.
"Now I have a matched set," Mr. Scarpelli said triumphantly. "Very nice. Both stripped of their manhood and ringed. Now I think there's only one thing left for today."
An ominous silence followed. Troy kept his eyes on the floor. He could see that Jake was pulling himself back up to an upright position. He saw him spread his knees and place his hands behind his back. "One thing left to do... Don't you wonder what that is boy?" Scarpelli was speaking to Troy.
Troy answered, his eyes still on the floor: "Yes Sir. What do you want us to do Sir?"
"I think it's time you fucked your former master."
Troy's eyes flew up to look at Mr. Scarpelli, whose eyes were like cold steel. "Please Sir. Not that Sir. Please Sir. Fuck me Sir. Beat me. Please don't make me fuck him Sir," Troy pleaded.
"Take them!" Scarpelli ordered his handlers.
The handlers grabbed Jake and Troy and dragged them across the floor. They pushed Jake down on all fours and fastened his leash to an eye-hook in the floor. Then they pulled Troy up behind him and pushed him across Jake's back. But Troy wasn't the least bit hard.
"You'd better get hard if you know what's good for you scumbag," one of them hissed.
Then he began to beat Troy's ass with a leather paddle. Troy's conditioning took over, and soon his cock was stiff once more. The handlers maneuvered his shaft into Jake's ass and pushed him home as Jake howled at the latest brutal invasion. Then they cuffed Troy's hands around Jake's body, linking them together. Troy felt tears on his cheeks, knowing that he was now raping his former master; the man he loved, trusted and respected above any other. And he was fucking him like a dog!
The handlers began to beat Troy's ass with paddles to encourage him to thrust. Troy started in in submission to the obvious.
Then he heard Jake pleading "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please fuck me."
And somehow, that encouraged him more than the paddles. As his thrusting increased in speed and his breath was coming in gasps, Troy reached up and found Jake's tits. He grabbled hold and twisted, forgetting that Jake was freshly pierced. Jake gasped loudly and his arms collapsed as Troy, the one who had been his boy, shot his load into his ass and collapsed on top of him.
To be continued.