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Office Boy -- Chapter 22
The handlers grabbed Troy under his arms and pulled him off of Jake. Then Scarpelli ordered Jake to clean Troy's dick. He crawled to him and took his softening cock in his mouth. He used his tongue to clean the plummy head and felt the blood filling the shaft again. Then he used his lips and tongue to clean the mucus and cum off Troy's stiffening column of flesh and the naked balls that hung at the base. He murmured as he ministered "Thank you Sir. Thank you for letting him fucking me. Thank you Sir." Finally, Jake licked the mucus and slime away from Troy's denuded pubes and luxuriated in the feel of the silky skin on his tongue and lips. Troy looked down at this man whom he'd delighted in calling "Master" with confusion and bewilderment on his face. What was he to make of this? Jake had been like a god to him. He'd given his life purpose and meaning. And now, this strong, decisive man was kneeling at his feet, licking away the remains of his fuck and saying "Thank you"! He stared at Jake and shook his head slowly. All this wasn't lost on Mr. Scarpelli who stood back and laughed. "What's the matter boy? Don't you know what to make of this big, tough master? Look at him; crawling on the floor licking the slime off your cock that you just had in his ass. He's lower than you are! He's nothing but a faggot slave. At least he can be trained to suck cock and give a good fuck. We'll turn him into another cunt-boy, just like you. Then, maybe when I'm finished with you both, I'll sell you as a matched set. Without any hair on your bodies, you do look kind of similar, come to think of it. Useless shits! Take them away boys and lock them in their kennel. You know what to do. Bring them back to me when they're completely trained so I can get some idea of their value to me. Get them out of here!" The handlers snapped leashes onto Jake's and Troy's collars, pushed them to their hands and knees and led them away. Both slaves hung their heads as they crawled down the halls; Jake from humiliation and shame, Troy from profound bewilderment and confusion. The overseers took them back to their cell and opened the door. "Inside" they were ordered and encouraged with swats to their butts. When they were just inside the door they were commanded to stop. The leashes were detached from their collars and the chains linked to the pipes on the floor were fastened in place. That done, they each received a slap on the ass and the door clanged shut and the lights went out. Troy felt his way across the floor and sank down, leaning against the wall. Then in the darkness, he felt Jake's hands on him. He tried to pull away but Jake held onto his hand. "Please Troy, please. Don't pull away from me" Jake begged him. "I don't know what to think" Troy cried. "You were my master. You were everything to me. I loved you and adored you. You were my world. And now you're begging Scarpelli and even me to fuck you! What's happened to you? You're not the man I loved!" Jake was quiet a moment, but he held onto Troy's hand. "No... No, I'm not the man you loved. But that man is still part of me." "What do you mean? Still part of you?" "I've found out that I'm more than that and less than that. I've found a part of myself that I didn't know existed. See, I'd always been a top. I thought that was just the way it was; you were either a top or a bottom. But what Scarpelli forced me to realize is that I can be both. I found out that I also like to surrender to another and lose all control. And I found out that I love surrendering to you. I love you Troy, I trust you. And I know that as long as you love me back, we'll be OK. Please Troy, please; tell me you love me." "I'm not sure... I'm mixed up..." "Well at least tell me you don't hate me or despise me... Please?" "No, I don't hate you. But it's going to take me some time to work this out. And that's if Scarpelli gives us any time. Frankly, I don't look forward to what I think he has in mind for us." "Yeah, you're right. I've never seen him so pissed, so irrational. He's always been a straightforward kind of man. He seems to have gone off the deep end this time." At that moment, there was a resounding clang as someone struck the metal door with a metal bar. "Shut up in there, dogs. I'm tired of your yapping. You'd better get some sleep while you can. Morning comes early here!" Their ears were still ringing from the noise as the slumped to the floor and closed their eyes.
Office Boy -- Chapter 23
They were awakened when the bright lights came on in their cell. Then food and water dishes were shoved through a slot at the bottom of the door. A voice came through the door: "Eat and drink with your hands behind your backs. And don't try anything, because we have a camera on you and we'll take it out of your hides is you disobey!" Jake and Troy were too hungry and thirsty to be dismayed at this. They crawled over to the dishes and, placing their hands behind their backs as ordered, buried their faces in the food bowls. Breakfast was cold oatmeal with fruit mixed in. At least it was nourishing and it looked like Scarpelli didn't intend that they should starve. Jake realized that he was still a business man; it wouldn't make sense to waste his investment by trying to sell a couple of emaciated slaves. He might abuse them, but he'd still try to keep them healthy. They wolfed down the food and sucked down the water and felt somewhat revived. When they were finished, they sat back up on their haunches, licking their lips with their eyes on the door. They didn't have long to wait. In a few minutes, the low door clanged open and they could see their keepers' legs. "Present!" came the order. Jake and Troy crawled to the door and presented their backsides as commanded, thrusting their asses through the door and into the corridor as far as the chains around their necks would permit them to stretch. Their keepers unlocked the chains from their collars, snapped on leashes and moved down the hall at a trot, encouraging the two crawling slaves with riding crops applied to their asses. They were led down the hall, were turned right and left and finally stopped in front of a door. One of the keepers unlocked the door and swung it open. They led Jake and Troy into a room with chains and manacles hanging from the ceiling. There were medical examination tables, gurneys, a sling, a bathtub, a St. Andrew's cross and closed cabinets. The keepers unhooked the leashes from the slaves' collars and swung them across their asses. Jake and Troy knew better than to yell, but they couldn't suppress their grunts of pain. The chains left bright red welts across their white skin. Then, the keepers came and stood on either side of Jake. "On your back!" he was ordered. When he complied, each keeper took an arm and a leg, picked him up off the floor and carried him to one of the examination tables. They laid him on it. They placed his feet in the stirrups and bound them with bandages. Then they wrapped bandages around his wrists and tied them to hooks at the side of the table. They pulled a leather belt over his waist and fastened it to the table as well. Next, a belt was placed round his forehead and fastened to hooks on the surface of the table: he was completely immobilized. One of the keepers pinched his nipples and rolled them till they were erect cones to which he fastened a pair of tit clamps, joined by a chain. Then a leather lanyard was wrapped around the head of his stiffening cock and pulled tight. Finally, the end of the lanyard was tied to the chain connecting the tit clamps, pulling his cock up against his abdomen. In response to the pain, Jake's cock began to leak pre-cum onto his belly. The keeper standing over Jake laughed and slapped his clamped right tit, causing Jake to hiss from the pain. "We've got us a natural here. He really gets off on punishment. We should have a lot of fun over the next couple of weeks." The other keeper laughed as well. He picked Troy up off the floor and pulled him over to the St. Andrew's. He buckled leather restraints around his wrists and ankles and hooked him to the cross. Then he also fastened tit clamps onto Troy's already erect nippless, wrapped a lanyard around his cock and tied his tits and cock together, pulling his dick up flat against his belly. He moved over to a peg board and retrieved a leather object from it. He returned to Troy and ordered him to open his mouth into which he pushed a leather cock-gag, which he buckled behind Troy's head. "Now you can enjoy the show and look forward to your turn," he said and slapped one of Troy's clamped nipples. The keepers, whose names were Steve and Mike, went about the rest of their preparations. The slaves could see them pulling things out of cabinets and drawers, running water and laying objects on a wheeled tray. When they were apparently finished, they wheeled the trolley over to the examination table on which Jake was bound. "Now, we'll get started with your conditioning, in earnest," Mike said. Mike and Steve were clothed identically in leather jocks and harnesses that crisscrossed their furred torsos. Mike had dark hair on his head and chest and clear, green eyes. Steve was blond, with reddish fur on his pecs and dark brown eyes with a killer smile. Jake thought that in other circumstances, he would have loved getting Steve alone. Each of them had a ring piercing his right tit and the outline of the rings piercing their PAs showed through their jocks. They had laced, calf-high boots on their feet. Mike pulled an IV stand over and set it next to the examination table. From it, he hung a rubber enema bag. "I'm sure you're familiar with this aphrodisiac enema," he said as he inserted the nozzle into Jake's exposed anus. "You've probably used it on your boys and should be familiar with its affects." With that, he released the valve and Jake felt the warmth filling his gut and spreading throughout his body. His cock throbbed in response to the tingling feeling flooding upwards and pulled against the tit-clamps, shooting pain through his chest, which only aroused him even more. He whimpered with desire and lust. When the bag was empty, Mike pulled the nozzle out and quickly shoved a greased butt-plug into Jake's hole to trap the solution inside. As Jake's mind began to float, visions of hard cocks and hairy chests swam through his consciousness. His mouth began to water as he imagined sucking on those dicks and nipples. He imagined himself dwarfed by these phalluses and tits, sucking on them for all he was worth, for his very breath. In his dream, he opened his eyes, and the cock was Troy's cock. Fill me Troy. Make me your own, like you're mine! As Jake lay there, lost in lust, Mike turned to the cart, took a rubber tourniquet from it and wrapped it around Jake's bicep, just above the elbow. The slight pain got Jake's attention and he looked up at Mike as the images cleared from his mind. Mike held up a syringe and grinned down at him. "Now boy, we're going to have some special fun. This needle is loaded with sodium pentothal; truth serum. I'm going to inject you and when you're under, we're going to find out what's really on your mind. What're you really afraid of? What do you most desire. All kinds of good stuff like that. Sound like fun, boy?" Jake just looked at him with an anxious expression on his face. Mike slapped him soundly with his free hand. "I asked you a question boy. Does this sound like fun?" he yelled. "Yes Sir. Sounds like fun, Sir." "That's better. Make sure you answer when you're asked a direct question. Understand?" "Yes Sir. I understand Sir. Thank you Sir." Mike fingered Jake's arm, looking for a vein. "Make a fist boy", he ordered. Jake had no choice but to comply. When he'd found a vein, Mike inserted the needle and slowly injected the fluid into Jake's arm. Jake felt a burning sensation and a warmth that spread up his arm and moved to his head. He began to feel drowsy and the images of cocks and chests began to swim through his imagination again. He was aware that Mike was speaking to him. "Are you feeling sleepy boy? Eyes getting heavy? Seeing those cocks and bodies?" "Yesss Ssssirrr. Iiii'mmm ssooo sssleeeepy Sssir." "That's fine boy. Just close your eyes and...." As Troy watched, wide-eyed, from where he hung suspended, Jake closed his eyes and began to breathe deeply. Mike and Steve hovered over him and began to talk quietly to him and Jake apparently answered their questions because Troy could hear his slurred speech. Twenty minutes went by and the two handlers stood upright and moved away from Jake's sleeping form. Steve wheeled a gurney over and they removed the restraints tying Jake to the examination table and rolled him onto his back on the gurney. Moving with quick efficiency, they buckled leather restraints on his wrists, upper arms and ankles, which they then hooked onto the gurney. They rolled Jake to a corner of the room and came toward Troy. Steve unhooked him from the cross and, using his cock as a lead, pulled him toward the examination table. Since his cock was still connected to the clamps on his nipples, they bit fiercely into his tortured tits as Steve pulled on his dick. Troy tried to pull away, but Steve jerked his cock to pull him closer and held him by his balls, staring into his fear-filled eyes. "Do you want to lose these boy? We can do that if you give us trouble. Mr. Scarpelli wouldn't be happy, but he'd understand. He can still sell you as a gelding. He has some clients in the Middle East who are willing to pay a lot for white geldings. And if you give us any more trouble, we can cut your cock off too. Is that what you want boy? You won't like what those sheiks do to neutered white boys" 'No Sir. Please Sir. I'm sorry. It won't happen again Sir" Troy cried. "You betcha it won't, cause if it does, I'll have to find some other part of your body to hold onto, cause these babies'll be gone!" Troy stopped resisting and they picked him up as they had Jake and laid him on the examination table. It felt so strange to be handled like a dumb animal or a piece of meat. He realized he had no say in what they were going to do with him now. And it seemed that he would never again have a say. They bound his feet into the stirrups, hooked the restraints on his wrists into the hooks on the side of the exam table and placed the leather belts across his abdomen and forehead. Just as Jake had been, he too was completely immobilized. Then Steve hung a full enema bag on the IV stand, inserted the nozzle into his anus and released the valve. The solution flowed into Troy's gut, spreading that tingling warmth throughout his belly and groin. Images of erect penises and furry, muscled chests began to swim through his consciousness. And there was Jake, his Jake: God, what a beautiful man. How he wanted Jake to take him! His erotic reverie was interrupted by the pinch on his bicep of the tourniquet being wrapped around his arm. "Make a fist," came the order. Troy complied. He felt the stick of the needle as it was inserted into his vein. Then a burning, which faded to warmth and moved up his arm and into his head. He was overcome with dizziness and felt suddenly drowsy. "How're you feeling, boy? Sleepy? Do you feel good, boy?" "Yessss Ssssirr. Iiiii feeelll fffine," Troy slurred out. "Good boy", the voice called from far away. "Now tell us. What happened to you when ..." Troy heard the question and went into his memories trying to remember; trying to help this kind voice. Trying, trying...
Office Boy -- Chapter 24
The room was spinning as Troy opened his eyes and squinted at the bright lights. He was back in the cell, chained to the pipe on the floor. He groaned and rolled over and got up on his hands and knees. Immediately, he felt sick to his stomach and crawled to the drain in the corner. When he'd finished heaving he shook his head and looked around. Jake was slumped against the wall and seemed to be asleep. As Troy stared at him, Jake opened his eyes and looked back. "That stuff was wicked," Jake rasped. "I was sick too. Drink a little water and come sit here by me and rest. I don't know what they have planned, but I hope they leave us alone for a while. I thought I was going to heave my guts out." Troy nodded, took a drink of water and rinsed his mouth and spit it into the drain. Then he took another drink and swallowed it and began to feel a little better. He started to drink some more. "No, no, not too much," Jake warned him. "You need to go easy. I've seen this stuff used before and you need to give your insides a chance to recover. Just come and sit here by me." Troy crawled across the floor and sank down with his head on Jake's chest. "Jake?" "Yes Troy?" "I think I understand; at least I'm beginning to." "You understand how I could beg to be fucked? How I could submit to another man? Even to you?" "Yes. I think I'm figuring it out. One thing I know is, when I was drugged, in with everything else that was going through my brain, you were there. The strong, handsome man I love. I could always see you. And I knew that I loved you and always will. No matter what." "Thank you Troy. You were with me too. I love you. Since the first day I saw you, I knew this was meant to be and nothing Scarpelli can do will end my love for you. Not as long as I live." Troy looked up into Jake's deep blue eyes and reached up to grab his head. He pulled him down and they kissed, their beards scraping together. To kiss another man; to kiss this man: that was heaven. They remained like that for a long time. Finally, they pulled apart. "Let's have another drink and get some sleep," Jake said. They sipped from the bowl and lay down on the floor, spooned together, Troy in front, Jake in back, and closed their eyes and slept. *** Jake awoke with a start. Everything was quiet. The usual noises of the building had ceased and darkness shrouded the cell. His arm was around Troy's chest and he could feel the beating of his heart and the rising and falling of his love's breathing. He felt the heavy ring in Troy's right nipple and felt his own pressed into his flesh where he held Troy close to his body. His dick was in Troy's ass crack and Troy murmured and wriggled against it in his sleep, seeming to seek to pull it into himself. Jake smiled. In spite of their circumstances, they were together, holding onto each other. What more could a man want? Jake stared into the darkness as his eyes closed and he drifted away again.
Office Boy -- Chapter 25
The lights came on with a clang and the cell door flew open. "Get your asses out here and present!" they were ordered. They disentangled themselves and crawled to the door, backing up to it, as the chains necessitated, and presenting their backsides to the hall. The chains were unlocked from their collars, leashes were snapped in place and Mike and Steve led them down the hall. They entered the "Training Room" and assumed the "Presentation Position" as required; on their knees, legs spread, hands behind their backs, eyes on the floor. "You boys are doing well. You learn quickly. Of course, you've had a good teacher, haven't you boy?" This was addressed to Troy who responded obediently "Yes Sir. The very best Sir." This earned him a resounding slap across the face. "Don't get uppity, slave. You still have a lot to learn that your former master didn't teach you. Doesn't he, boy?" This to Jake. "Yes Sir," he responded quietly, eyes still on the floor. "There, you see. You might learn more from this slave than you did from your master, boy." "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir," Troy answered, eyes downcast. "Now" said Steve. "I think it's time for our early morning workout. Let's start with some leg work. Come on, both of you. Up!" Jake and Troy rose and moved to where Steve was standing. There were two short tripods sitting on the floor, each about a foot high. Mounted on top of each was a greased dildo, about eight inches long, with an electrical wire coming out the bottom of it and running behind a cabinet. Steve pulled each of the slaves so that he stood straddling the dildo. Then he forced their legs apart and pulled their leashes down, hooking them to eye-hooks in the floor. This forced them to bend their legs until the dildo was just at the entrance to their ass chutes. "Now, here's the exercise. You'll do one hundred squats, lowering yourselves until the dildos are all the way in and then rising as high as the chains will allow. Mike and I will be behind you, encouraging you and observing your progress. If one of you stops or fails to make the full count, the other one will be punished. Any questions?" "No Sir!" the slaves answered in unison. "Good. Ready? Then go!" Troy was somewhat used to this type of exercise. He'd done squats at the gym regularly. And he'd learned to take it up the ass with ease by now. So he lowered himself onto the dildo, willing his sphincter and his muscles to permit it entry into his gut. He descended until he felt the top of the tripod on which the dildo was mounted, pressing against his asshole. For Jake, it wasn't so easy. Yes, he was in good condition for a man in his forties, but he didn't do squats regularly and he wasn't yet accustomed to this invasion. He felt the searing pain as the head of the cock pushed through his tight sphincter. It felt like he was being torn apart as he lowered himself on the shaft. He groaned at the pain as the dong pushed its way up into his anus. Every inch was torture. Finally, he felt the top of the tripod and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he felt a lash on his back. "Come on. Get moving. We don't have all day." Mike and Steve were lashing the two slaves urging them on. Jake and Troy pushed up until they reached the maximum extent of their leashes, with the dildos just outside their holes, and began the process all over again. After several cycles, Jake's chute began to relax and accept the penetration. And his cock began to rise as the artificial penis filled his gut and massaged his prostate. Up and down; in and out. The two slaves fucked themselves on the dildos. Suddenly, the plastic cocks began to vibrate. Troy and Jake moaned as their already hard cocks throbbed, pumping pre- cum onto the floor. "Just be sure that you don't come unless you're given permission," Mike warned as he continued flogging their backs and asses. Jake was sweating heavily from the pain and exertion as he lifted up and lowered himself on the vibrating prick. 45, 46, 47, 48... His legs were beginning to tremble from the exertion and the arousal. He didn't know how much more he could do. 55, 56, 57, 58...59... He could hardly raise himself again and his legs quivered fiercely as he struggled to lift himself yet again. 66... 67... 68... Suddenly his legs collapsed and he fell on the tripod and tumbled onto the floor, howling like a wounded animal as his legs cramped and jerked and the dildo lodged in his ass chute. Troy stood there frozen, aghast. Mike roughly pulled the dildo out of Jake's ass and hauled him to his feet. The handlers dragged him over to where a pair of leather manacles hung from chains in the ceiling. These they fastened onto Jake's wrists. Mike flipped a switch, activating a winch that pulled the chains toward the ceiling. He stopped it when Jake was standing on tip-toe. Mike grabbed his face and, looking into his eyes said, "We told you that one of you would be punished if the other one failed. Now you get to see what we do to this other slave because of your failure. Hope you enjoy it." They went to Troy and unhooked his leash from the floor. They pulled him to a metal frame and tied him to it by his hands and feet, spread-eagling him. Then they brought two narrow, rectangular metal plates, each with a half-circle cut in it. They fit one into the frame with the half-circle under Troy's cock and balls. The other they placed above it and slid it down till it rested on the bottom plate, it's matching half-circle on top of his genitals. His cock and balls were trapped in stocks. Mike grabbed a cat with metal tips while Steve took a smaller cat, obviously designed to punish the penis. "No!" Jake yelled. "Don't do that to him. Punish me. Beat me. I'm the one who failed!" "You should've thought of that before you gave out," they laughed at him, and, drawing back, swung at Troy's back and genitals. The blows landed simultaneously. Troy screamed as the metal- tipped cat bit into his back, drawing blood. And he jerked against the stocks from the pain of the cat lashing his cock and balls only to slam back against it in reaction to having his genitals nearly jerked off, or so it felt. And his cock began to rise. Again and again the blows fell till blood was running down Troy's back and sides and his hard dick was angry scarlet from the punishment it was receiving. His face was wet with tears and his voice was raw from screaming. Jake's face was also streaked with tears; tears of remorse and pain as he watched the man he loved being mercilessly beaten. Finally, the beating stopped. They unfastened Troy from the stocks around his genitals and unshackled his feet and hands. He collapsed to the floor. When they'd released Jake, he ran to Troy, knelt beside him and cradled his head in his hands. As Jake stroked his face and hair, Troy groaned and wept. His back was a mass of welts and bleeding wounds. Jake bent his head to kiss Troy and his hand brushed Troy's back. Troy cried out in pain and Jake cried and apologized over and over for his failure. Their tormentors pulled Jake off Troy and snapped a leash around his collar. Steve picked Troy up and slung him over his back like a rag doll. Then they took them back to their cell. Jake was chained as usual. But Steve carefully lowered Troy to the floor. Troy groaned and rolled onto his belly. Soon after the trainers left, food was pushed under the door and Jake tried to get Troy to eat a little. Troy took a little food and some water and collapsed into a pained sleep.
Office Boy -- Chapter 26
The next time the door opened (was it the next day? Who knew?), only Jake was taken out. Troy was not yet in any condition to be worked. Jake was forced to repeat the "squat-fuck" exercises. This time he barely managed to reach one hundred. Thinking of what Troy had gone through because of his previous failure helped him to struggle on, since he didn't know whether or not they might take it out on Troy again and another such beating might kill him. Jake was subjected to cock-sucking exercises designed to train him to open his throat and please a man. In principle, he knew what must be done, but he didn't yet have the practice that would give him the required control, though he was learning fast. He was started on Steve's eight-inch dick and when he'd overcome his gag reflex, graduated to Mike's ten-incher. Eventually, when he felt Mike's regulation-trimmed pubic hairs against his nose, he felt he'd succeeded at something. Troy's suffering on his account was never out of his mind, after all. After each day's conditioning, Jake was marched (always in his hands and knees) back to their cell where he would look after Troy, heedless of his own aching muscles and flogged skin. Troy was beginning to recover well as Jake rubbed special ointment on his wounds. They'd given this to him to make sure Troy healed without scarring. At night, they would sleep huddled against one another, now with Troy in back, since he couldn't take Jake touching his back. And Jake would rest peacefully with Troy's sometimes firm, sometimes soft dick nestled between his legs. After several days of training, Jake had gotten much better at performing as his trainers expected. And Troy had much improved. His back was healing nicely. In the morning, the cell door clanged open and the order came: "Present! Both of you! Now!" Jake and Troy looked at each other anxiously and quickly complied. The two slaves were led into the training room again. But there was something new this time. Besides two gurneys were two large boxes that looked like over-sized coffins. They were about eight feet long, three feet high and three feet wide. Each had a hinged lid that was opened. The slaves were each, in turn unchained and picked up from the floor. The handlers placed them on their backs on the gurneys so that they were toe to toe. The surface of each gurney was tilted so that they could see one another's naked bodies. Jake realized that Troy's hair was beginning to grow back and realized that his own was as well. The stubble made him itch all over, but especially where one stubbly surface touched another, such as under his arms or his groin. Then he noticed that they'd been laid on top of open leather body sacks and suddenly felt uneasy. Mike began to work on him and Steve went to work on Troy. Because of the tilt they could watch the same operation being performed on the other as was happening to them. First, each handler lifted the slave's legs, greased his hole and inserted a butt-plug into his ass. Then Mike picked up Jake's feet and pulled the bottom of the body sack over them. He pulled the sack's opening more closely together and laced it up to the point where Jake's cock and balls were still exposed. Jake saw that Troy was similarly encased in leather. Then Mike took his hands and placed each into a sleeve sewn onto the side of the sack. Then continuing above Jake's cock and balls, Mike resumed lacing the body sack up until it closed around Jake's neck. Then he went back to Jake's feet and tightened the laces all the way up to the top. As he felt the sack tightening around him, constricting him, Jake's breath became more rapid and he started to sweat. He looked down and noticed that only his genitals were still exposed, as were Troy's. Next, the two handlers unsnapped openings on the sacks that exposed the slaves tits. Jake tried to shift his body and found that he was completely immobilized; he couldn't even move his fingers. A rising wave of panic began to sweep through his body and mind. He looked across at Troy and saw the same panic mirrored in his eyes. How did they know that this type of bondage would have such an affect on them both? "You might be wondering how we knew which buttons to punch to push you both over the edge," Mike asked snidely. "Let's cut to the videotape. Steve." Steve used a remote to flip on a monitor and an image of a drugged Jake being interrogated flickered on the screen. "You're a boy Jakey. A little boy. How old are you?" "Ten," came the distant reply. "What do you really hate? What makes you crazy? What makes you panic?" "I can't move. My brothers grabbed me and wrapped me up in a blanket and shoved me under the bed. I can't move. Help me! Let me go! Let me go! Help me, somebody. Help!" As Jake watched the video, his stomach churned and the felt the panic rising in his throat. The video image flickered and was replace by a picture of a similarly drugged Troy. "Troy. Such a good little boy, Troy. How big are you Troy?" "I just turned seven." "Such a big boy. Is there anything that really scares you? You're such a big boy!" "I'm not afraid of anything! Just don't tie me up." "Why not Troy? What don't you like about it?" "I hate it when I can't move anything. A big boy next door did that to me. We were playing cowboys and Indians. He tied me to a tree. I couldn't move anything. Then he went indoors and left me. I was so scared. It was hours before Daddy came to find me a let me go. I was so scared. Don't tie me up, please!" Mike pointed the remote at the monitor and switched it off. "Now isn't that convenient? You're both scared shitless of the same thing. So you can enjoy each other's torture. Pretty soon, you won't be able to see each other, but it should be a comfort to know that your fellow-slave is going through the same experience. Not that you'll care much!" Mike laughed and nodded to Steve.
Office Boy -- Chapter 27
The handlers placed leather masks over the slaves' heads and snapped them in place. There were holes in the masks for their eyes, noses and mouths. Each of them could feel something padded pressing against their ears. "Mouths open!" came the order. The bound slaves complied and their mouths were filled with cock-shaped gags. Jake could see that there was a tube coming out of Troy's gag and assumed there was one in his as well. He breathed through his mouth and confirmed that there was an opening in the rubber dong. Next, Steve and Mike removed the slaves' nipple rings and fixed suction cups onto their tits and slid sheathes over their cocks and balls. All of this attention had helped to distract the slaves from their circumstances, but that wasn't to last much longer. Mike and Steve picked Jake up and carried him to one of the boxes and lowered him inside it. But when they released him, he wasn't resting on the bottom of the box. No, he was weightless, as though he were in space. Suddenly, he thought back to a television science program he'd seen and began to tremble. Because he remembered that an experiment had been performed where volunteers were placed in sensory deprivation tanks and eventually became temporarily psychotic. And he began to really be afraid. His total inability to move exacerbated the fear. He knew that Troy was likewise placed in the other tank. Mike and Steve busied themselves attaching wires and tubes to the two leather-encased slaves and then closed the lids to the tanks, leaving them alone in the dark without sound or sight. Jake thought of Troy, bound as he was, in the tank next to him. At least they were close together. He tried to project his thoughts to Troy, tried to communicate with him by sheer force of willpower. He didn't know whether it could work, but he felt better knowing that Troy was there. And Troy was doing the same, alone in his isolation. "Jake," he thought, over and over; "Jake, I'm here. I know you're there for me." Time had no more meaning to them as they floated there. They saw nothing, they heard nothing, they felt nothing. Their minds, sooner or later, began to drift away. Then, who knew how much later, Jake tried to move and could not. He strove mightily and couldn't move a muscle. He began to breath more rapidly as the panic started to rise again. Suddenly, he saw movement in front of him, coalescing out of the darkness. It began to look like sticks and grass moving. But as the images grew sharper, he saw spiders in front of him; huge hairy spiders crawling toward him. His mind was seized with terror. He tried to get loose from his bonds and began to scream into the gag. He thrashed his body in a vain attempt to break free so that he could flee from the spiders. But he couldn't move. And the spiders came on and on. He could feel their legs on his body. He screamed and screamed, lost in his terror. Then he heard a calm, soothing voice. "It's all right slave. Don't be afraid. It's all right," the voice soothed. "Go away spiders!" the voice ordered, and the spiders disappeared. And Jake began to cry with relief. The voice continued: "I have saved you slave. I saved you from destruction. You're mine now. You're my slave. Do you understand?" Jake affirmed his understanding through the gag. "You are a slave. You will be known only as slave or J38. J38. Is that clear?" J38 affirmed his understanding. He felt only gratitude to this voice for saving him from the spiders. Then he felt liquid flowing through the cock in his mouth and swallowed. "That's a good slave. That's good, J38. That's a good boy. Swallow the rohypnol. It will make you feel happy and relaxed. You're relaxing, J38. You're listening to my voice and relaxing. You have no purpose in life but to serve your masters sexually. Is that clear J38?" J38 did his utmost to say "Yes Sir, thank You Sir." He hoped the Master understood him. He hoped the Master knew how grateful he was. He relaxed into the haze that was fogging his mind and his desire to serve. Before his eyes appeared images of what he knew to be himself, sucking and being fucked by the man he knew to be his Master. He was tall and strong and had a beautiful pelt of salt-and-pepper fur on his chest. J38 knew that his name was Mr. Scarpelli. But J38 knew him as "Master". J38 was being beaten and begging for more. As he viewed these images, with his mind focusing on how to please his Master, he felt a vibration in his ass and suction on his nipples and genitals. It felt so good. Too good! He was about to come. But Master spoke to him: "Don't you come now, J38. You can come only when I give you permission. Your life belongs to me. Your cum belongs to me. Your tits and ass and dick belong to me. Your mouth belongs to me. Don't you dare come J38 or I'll be unhappy. You wouldn't want me to be unhappy would you?" "No Master. Please don't be unhappy Master. I'm sorry, Master." Of course all that came out of J38's mouth was animal noises. But his Master understood and was pleased. And he told J38 he was pleased. And J38 was glad. Again and again, for several hours, J38 was brought close to orgasm and told that he couldn't come. And each time, he got better and better at making his Master happy as he extended his discipline and control. Not self-control. He no longer needed to control himself. His Master was now in control! He was slave J38 and his sole purpose was to make Master happy.
To be continued.