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The name is Jeff and I am a wealthy, all top stud. I am 5'10", 220 lbs., solid muscle, bald, hairy, huge chest and nipples, 8" cock, thick legs, and a meaty butt. I made my money during the boom years being smart enough to pull out while the getting was good. Kinda like fucking. I am smart enough to know when to pull out.
Since my retirement, I decided to set up a camp. I bought some acreage out-of-town where people keep to themselves and mind their own business. There is a large fence around the property blending into the beautiful scenery. The whole area looks serene and natural. There are wild animals grazing, bird singing; it is the picture of tranquility.
What nobody knows on the outside is the controlled tranquility hidden behind fence. The first fence looks normal however; there is a second and third fence not seen from the outside that are electric and deadly. Anyone caught leaving camp will be tazzed on the inner fence and worse if they make it to the middle fence or "third rail". You see this is a camp for men with "in" privileges only.
Like most people when they retire, it was time to decide what was next. I felt that there was a market for men that no one had tapped. Men, who are big and strapping, yet have a desire for some direction and purpose in their lives. The kind of guy that typically go into the military. Most military enlistees these days come from more challenged backgrounds. They look to the government via the military to move them to a better class of society.
That is where I come in. I show them a way of life that I believe deep down inside they want. My theory is that they wouldn't come near me, if on some level, they didn't want what I have to offer.
Here's how it goes down. I put an ad in some macho, male-oriented magazine that these guys would read. They answer the ad via online. Everything is done online. My computer system is quite sophisticated so tracing is impossible. Unlike what I see in the cluelessness of our government when it comes to cyberspace. It is shocking to me that the government spends so much money on the military, when it is so obvious that cyber warfare is the next frontier. Bombs and killing people are becoming obsolete. Destroy interconnectivity, and people will die on their own accord because of lack of survival skills. However, I digress.
We take significant legal appropriations when dealing with our future candidate. The guy goes through a long, thorough interview process. No stone is left unturned in regards to background, desire, education, and physical prowess.
When I am sure the guy is a good candidate, I meet with him in person. I have him meet me in the hotel lobby of a major hotel. I want him to feel completely at ease by being in a public space. He knows why he is here. He has been accepted to the camp for training.
My attorney and I greet him in the lobby and usher him to my hotel suite. The suite is huge with a conference room. There is a lot of paperwork prepared on the table awaiting signatures. The legal documents state that he is fully aware that he is going into a training program similar to what he would get in the military. He will be required to work off his education and physical training by working for a period in service (just like in the military).
This is where it all gets a little vague. These guys are usually not the brightest fish in the sea. The fancy suite and the attorney in a suit mesmerize them. The legalese is lengthy. He doesn't want to appear dumb, so he reads it over briefly with approval. We also give him a couple of drinks to relax him. Most of these guys are so willing for something different in their lives that they are not thinking it through. In many ways, it is similar to signing up in the military; they are not thinking the ramifications through.
After the signing, we let him leave of his own accord. What he is unaware of is that he is being followed. He was instructed after the signing to go home and get a good night's rest. Now we all know that is not going to happen. He is going to go out with his buddies and tie one on. What else does a guy like this do before entering the service? We tail him the whole time.
This whole ruse is to allow him to have plenty of witnesses that he is fully capable leaving no direct connection between him and our meeting at the hotel. The next day he is to bring his ID, dress well and inform no one of where he is going that day or why. He gets the specific directions to the camp. He comes to the front gate in his car and rings the buzzer. Some guys chicken out. Either they don?t come at all or they get to the gate and turn around. That really is ok, because we are following him. There is no escape.
You may ask, "what if he gets to drunk and decides to drive?" The following by my goons is also for his personal protection. If we see that he is a mess leaving the bar, we swoop in on him pretending to be good Samaritans. We place him in our car and take him directly to the camp. We tell him that he can pick his car up in the morning. Instead, we have it towed to the camp. Actually, it works out if he gets super drunk. We don't have to deal with him chickening out.
For the candidate that is capable, he drives to the camp. The gate opens and he drives into the compound with instructions to drive directly to the barn in the middle of the property. When he gets to the barn, the door opens and he drives inside and turns off the engine. The door closes. He gets out of the car as I am standing there to greet him. I take him to my office to have a little chat.
We talk for a while about how the interview process went, did he follow directions, and some shooting-the-shit to relax him. I offer him a drink. This drink has some good old-fashioned drugs to knock him out almost instantaneously.
I have two big goons who do the heavy work for me. They are paid well. I have no idea what their personal sexual preference is. I don?t care. I know they fuck my slaves; however, I don?t know whether they are straight or gay. They receive a salary for work done, signed a contract of non-disclosure of what happens here, and they are free to go at the end of the work day unlike the men who come.
My men pick up the slumped body out of the chair. We take him to the processing room.
The processing room is where he becomes a changed man. We strip him naked cutting his clothes from him. There is no need to save them. We completely shave him from head to toe. He will remain that way the rest of his life. To keep him hairless, he will be given laser hair removal treatments all over his body including his head every few days until all the follicles are destroyed. This will relieve the inconvenience of constant shaving. Some of these guys are burly and hairy.
The man will then be cleaned out on the inside. He will receive a series of enemas hose treatments until he is flushing clear liquid. Guys like this typically don?t shit well and leave lots of stuff up there. This will no longer be the case.
I only want brawny guys. My desire is that they are 5'9" to 6'2" and weigh in heavy at 200 to 270 lbs. They don't have to be muscular because they will get that way from being here.
You may wonder why I want this type of male body? I like them. I am attracted to them. I know they are going to be sold; however, in the meantime, I want to enjoy them. Many slave owners want the wimpier, more feminine ones. That is not what I sell. They can go to another seller for them. The buyers who want my specific product understand that I specialize. Remember, I make money at this, but more importantly, it is my current form of entertainment.
The next part of the processing involves getting them into a special bondage chair. This is where they will be when they wake up the first time from the drug-induced sleep. It is a large chair with rollers on it. They are seated with their feet flat on a board in front of the chair. Their entire body is bound in leather straps that connect to the chair. Their arms are attached to the chair arms; their hands and feet are encased in rubber so they will not move. The entire seating arrangement is designed so that the blood flows perfectly well with no extremity falling asleep. We want them healthy, not with dead limbs.
The bottom of the chair has a hole in it for their butt. The asshole will be well-lubed and stretched for the insertion of a fucking machine. This is usually the movement that stirs them from their sleep. The big dildo going in and out of the ass. They will learn over time, that even if they aren't gay, they will be forever more. Their asses will eventually be stretched to accommodate any dick, device, fist or arm for those inclined.
The head is braced for zero movement from side to side or back and forth. They will only be able to look forward. Beyond their personal safety during this usually traumatic first experience, you will find out why in a minute.
There will be two pumping machines attached to their bodies. One machine will continually pump the cock. The other machine will be pumping the nipples. I want both of them deformed before departure. Their cocks must have a permanent plump shape of long term pumping. Long-term pumping does not lengthen a cock contrary to popular opinion. The blood tubes on either side of the urethra do not stretch. The skin though will stretch and increase to the point that they look uncut even though the majority are circumcised.
Their balls will have bands on them depending on how big they are initially. Over the period, I want to see balls that are hanging a good four inches south.
The goal of their nipples is to make them long and suckable. Many of these guys are not in touch with the eroticism of male nipples. These guys usually don't have the most extraordinary sexual background. Most only know how to shoot a load in some cunt. I want their nipples at least an inch in length away from the body. By the time they move on, even the touch of their nipples will make them cum.
The chair is then rolled back into the center of the barn. He will be facing the fireplace. When he awakes and realizes his predicament, he will be scared shitless. This is just the beginning. They usually don?t scream, although some will. They will usually just be wide-eyed.
I will come in and say, "Welcome to your new life fucker."
They will say, "What do you mean"? Or something to that effect.
"You, my friend, are being transformed into a slave. The life you have led to this point is no more. There is no escape from here. You might as well relax and enjoy it, although I know it may be awhile before you do."
At this point, they will probably start cussing me out with every name in the book. I don?t care. In fact, I get off on it. Remember, the money in this is just a side note for me. I enjoy this tremendously.
I don't mind them cussing me but at some point I have to put my foot down. This comes with a shot of electricity through their bodies from the chair. One or two jolts usually quiet them down.
"Fucker, you signed up for training. This is the training. The documents were very specific. Just because you didn?t read it thoroughly is not our concern."
This statement usually leads to more cursing followed by more electric jolts.
"Look what I have here, fucker. Here are your clothes. Here is your ID and wallet. Now watch very carefully as to what I do with them." I walk over to the fireplace and throw them in the fire. It is important to have them watch it burn. It is a way of demonstrating the ending of their life.
My attorney arranges for our candidate to be erased from all records. It is a fascinating process with today's modern computer systems and the right geek; one can be completely deleted, as if the person never existed.
My goons then turn the chair so my project can have a different viewpoint. The guy will now be looking at his car. My goons are specialists in car dismantling. The sucker in the chair is usually very attached to his car no matter how cool or uncool it may be. It is an expression of freedom. To watch his car dismantled, is to witness the further destruction of his freedom and ego.
I make it a long process. It takes at least an hour to take a car apart. My goons put all the parts neatly on the barn floor so the guy can look. During this time, the guy usually starts to cry. Some of them have not cried since they were little. I love to see these fuckers cry.
One must remember that during all of this, their ass is getting fucked, their dick is being pumped and their nipples are starting the stretching process.
A phenomena that I have noticed over time, is that some of them when they are crying have an orgasm. Not sure why, maybe they are just in touch with their bodies for the first time. Maybe the car is the thing they love most in the world.
The prisoner has had a collar attached to them prior to being seated in the chair. This collar is electric. If they get out of line, it will tazz them and they will be down in a second. Before releasing them from the chair for the first time, we give them a mild sedative. This way they will be docile, but still function.
We walk them to a private room for their first feeding. Whether they are muscular or fat, they are going to be feed well for building muscle. My goons are also experts at bodybuilding. By the time they leave on the next adventure of their life, they will have big barrel chests, huge stomachs, hulking arms and biceps, meaty asses, and thick legs. And I don't feed them that stupid-ass slave chow. What a crock that stuff is. It is expensive to feed these guys properly, with all the bodybuilding supplements both natural and artificial, but you get what you pay for. Slave chow may be fine for wimpy little houseboy fag slaves; however, manly slaves need man food.
You may ask, but if they are that big and strong, won't they be hard to handle? This is not a problem. When they leave the camp, their mind will no longer function in a dominate way. The fight will be broken from them. Wait and see.
Their first night is when they are introduced to the fact that others are on the same path. The sleeping quarters holds a maximum of twenty guys. It is a scary place for the newcomer. Each has a mattress on the floor with a blanket. This is their first sleeping quarters, which is for the first three months of their visit. The reason there is a separation between the groups, is at three months something happens to each one that I don't want them to know about in advance. It is a surprise and another way of destroying the mind.
There is a prison toilet and sink sitting in the center of the room. I do not want any diseases being created through unsanitary conditions. In the slave's collar is a motion device. It knows when a slave shits or pisses. They must wash their hands and clean their asses well. The device knows and any deviation from it will result in the severest version of the electric shock. I don't care what happens after they leave, but here, they are going to be clean.
They are chained to the floor with an ankle bracelet. The length of the chain will make it to the center where the toilet is. It is important for the slave to realize that privacy is gone. They will learn to shit in front of others for the rest of their life.
The other thing that will happen at night will be their first fuck. Usually, some of the slaves are horned up from the day's activities of feeding, pumping, ass stretching, and muscle drugs. I really want them to rape the newbie. He will be in such a state that he will be docile, yet conscious of what is happening. The more times this occurs, the better. It's less work for me. There is a pecking order in the sleeping quarters; however, the dominate ones are just some of the slaves in the middle of the process. At the end of the process, none of this former men are tops.
The sleeping quarters also has white sound constantly going through the speaker system. There is subliminal messages being broadcast that they are completely unaware of. Without giving away my entire line of mind-altering words, here are a few examples.
"you are now a slave. you are no longer a free man. you will be owned for the rest of your life. your life is to serve others. your life is to obey all commands. you are no longer a human being. you are an animal. your only here for the good of others. there is no escape. you only like men. you are repulsed by women. you have only sexual feelings toward men. the thought of sex with a woman makes you ill. you worship the ground free men walk on."
You get the idea. It gets much more degrading and manipulative. I am not going to give all my secrets away.
At the three-month mark, the slave has transformed a lot of his body. He has worked out extensively for four hours per day plus eating massive quantities of food. The balance of the time he is tied up and pumped or sleeping. I usually take one of them at some point, sometimes in the evening for a session of whipping and fucking. I like them down on all fours, ankles, and wrists bound to the floor. I particularly enjoy a cat-of-nine-tails making marks on their backs. If one is more of a pain-in-the-ass, I will use sharper whips. I do want them to have permanent scares on their backs. This takes time.
My favorite position is to fuck them while manhandling their tits. If all has gone well in processing, their tits are quite erotized by this point so they are receptive to male-on-male sex.
A side note I forgot to mention regarding their cocks. I also am found of sound devices. I want that urethra to be a big hole. My goal, beyond the stretched ball sack and the additional skin on their cocks, is to further mutate their dick with a piss hole at least 3/4 inch wide. This is done by patiently applying sound devices until the enlargement is complete. Working this process takes skill, patience and sterile technique. This is going inside a very sensitive subject, a man's penis. Infection can occur without proper precautions. It takes a while. Sometimes this process delays the slave's sale date. That hole has to be right. Like most good things, patience has its rewards.
The three-month mark comes with two weeks rest from the routine. They will be taken away to a private section of the compound and will not see any of the other slaves. It is a medical facility specifically for the recovery from dental surgery. I have a good friend, who is a dentist, and also is a sex maniac for this type of guy.
One morning one of my goons will come into Sleeping Area One and take a slave away. This breaks the routine among the others leaving them wondering what happens to the one they took away. The ones who have witness this before inform the newer slaves that they never see them again. This creates an underlying fear in their souls.
The goon takes them to the dental chair. We play all nicey-nicey with the slave. The doctor and male nurse are the utmost in professional. It is like going to any other dental clinic. The kind doctor tells the patient that they are simply going to work on any problems they may find with their teeth. They explain a good slave must have proper dental hygiene. It is all in good fun, at least on our end of the deal.
The doctor puts the slave to sleep. Upon awakening, the slave is strapped in a hospital bed with intravenous tubes for proper hydration and nutrition. The slave is very groggy. He feels different. He moves his tongue around and suddenly discovers that his teeth are gone. Once again, the process strips the man of his manliness. After two weeks of complete rest for the gums to heal, he will be fitted for dentures.
I hope that the reason is obvious as to why this is done. Our big boy will become an expert cocksucker.
Complete rest is a bit of a misnomer. The slave does have a couple of daily experiences that keep his blood moving. The dentist loves to fuck big boys. Even though he is paid handsomely, a fringe benefit of the job is a daily fuck of the latest victim.
It always happens in the evening after the dentist's regular practice is over. The dentist comes by to visit the patient. The patient's legs are strapped down; however, his ankles are also on a set of pulleys. The doctor comes in undoing the leg straps. There is no real concern because the patient is properly medicated for relaxation. The dentist presses a button and up go the massive legs of the slave so his ass is comfortably high in the air.
Our dear doctor strips out of his clothes, usually stimulating himself by sucking on the slaves massive tits for a few minutes, then gets up on the bed with a condom on his huge cock and fucks the shit out of the slave. He talks dirty to the slave looking the slave straight in the eyes. The slave can't speak well, but he can groan, which he does with gusto.
"Yeah fucker. You like having your doctor's big dick up your hot slave ass? Oh you feel so good. You are getting to be a good slave. I can see the progress of your transformation. You are turning into the slave you were meant to be. Just because you are so big and strong doesn't mean that you get to ever have authority. You are a pig slave for the rest of your life. If you haven't gotten that across your thick head yet, you had better start relaxing into the idea. You life is over faggot. You are nothing but a piece of shit slave forever. Men are going to use you for the rest of your life. You are going to become an expert cocksucker especially now that you have no teeth. You feel my rock hard doctor cock up your pussy hole? I can see you like it. You really are a natural bottom. A big boy bottom. A slave. A piece of meat to be used by whoever wants you. You have no life other than this. Oh baby. I can see you like my dick. You are moaning. Yeah. That big burly guy who came here three months ago is now a first class bottom pig desperate for attention via a real man's cock. Look at the piggy squirm. Yeah piggy. Fuck, you got a hot hole. Man I want to put a big load down your butt. You want that piggy? You want that slave? I know you do and here it comes."
The dear doctor shoots a load of his man sperm into the bowels of our slave. He is wearing a condom because we can't have damaged goods; however, the effect is part of the continued degradation of product.
The other part of this degradation process during his hospital stay is the male nurse. The male nurse is a bottom himself and loves big, burly guys. He can get anyone he wants to fuck him but the slaves are in no position anymore to provide that service. They are too much a bottom now themselves to stick their dick up someone's ass.
Our nurse takes full advantage of this. Beyond his duties of taking care of the patient, making sure he is comfortable, the fluids are working properly and his gums are healing, the nurse gets to play. The nurse enjoys sucking big nipples. He is allowed to suck the slave off. He can spend hours nursing those big mammaries of the slave. The most important thing the nurse is required to do is each day when he has sex with the slave, it must end with the nurse cumming on the slave's face. The nurse can climb up on the bed and sit on the slave's chest or he can use a stool to stand over him. He must cum on the slave?s face. And the slave's face is never washed during these two weeks. Therefore, approximately 14 to 25 loads of dried cum are deposited on the slave. Once again, further making our point to the slave that he is a nothing.
The slave moves to the second sleeping facility for the remainder of his stay. All of the slaves in this section are without their teeth. At this point, they are much more docile. The teeth extraction tends to move them to a submissive status previously unable to obtain. Most of them now are total bottoms. No one wants to fuck the others. I see on the cameras these huge big former men, kissing, sucking, and jacking each other off. None of them has it in them to fuck, which would be a sign of dominance.
It is kind of hysterical to watch on the monitors. Here are former men who maybe came here never having had sexual contact with a guy and are now complete, insatiable bottoms who obsess over getting fucked up their asses and sucking a man's cock.
The goons and I enjoy it. We will have our way with them. I like to come into the sleeping facility and watch them beg to have me fuck them. They want to crawl all over my manly stud body and service me in any way possible. Ah, the perks of this business.
We work on them a few more months to get them into perfect shape. It takes a while to recover from the teeth thing. They lose some weight, which needs to be gained back and it is hard when learning how to eat with dentures. Some recover quicker than others.
Finally, a slave is ready for sale. He is brought for pictures to be distributed to my discerning clients. We show him lifting weights, getting whipped, making muscles, having his ass fuck, sucking cock? whatever might be a good turn on for the gentleman.
Most view over the Internet first, and then come to the compound for final inspection. I meet them with a limo at the private jet airport where they fly in. We return to the slave farm, enjoy a good meal and catching up on our friendship. After dinner, the slave is presented.
The buyer can take them to a private room for screening. I do request that they use condoms not only for fucking, but also for sucking. I cannot control the outside world's habits, but I can control what happens in here. I don't want some buyer infecting one of my boys and then not purchasing. If they become positive, there is no market for them. I have lost money.
Most buyers understand because they have a reputation to uphold as well. If word got out in the slave market community, that a particular buyer infected a slave, he would lose face and may even be banned except from the most fringe and seedy slave organizations. The first class companies have no tolerance.
If all works out, a negotiation is made. I ask $250,000 per slave. We then have an enjoyable bantering of price. I never sell for less than $200,000. Negotiating is part of the game. I find it fun, particularly because I let the slave watch the whole thing. I want the slave to understand, even though it is generally hard by this point for them to remember much of the outside world, what their monetary value is.
I do not do any additional services such as piercings, tattoos, or brandings. I feel that my buyers are sophisticated enough to decide these things on their own. My buyers have huge staffs and most have connection to the best-of-the-best for artistic work on the new slave. This also helps the slave get a sense of the new owner's power of them. Transitions between the camp and ownership are difficult and confusing for slaves. They get used to the routine of training here and when that is over, the adjustment can be hard. Having the new owner inflict the pain of branding, tattoos, piercing and other devious methods that we will not speak about here, moves the slave closer to focus of the next phase of servitude.
The slave is put in a crate with breathing holes in it. The crate goes on a flatbed and brought to the plane. After loading, the slave is secretly moved to the cabin without the witness of the grounds crew. Most owners strap them to the bed in the back. Some like to have them sit up in the main cabin and wine and dine them. These owners are typically looking for controlled companions more than the typical run-of-the-mill service slave. Whatever happens next is not my concern. My work is done.
A slave typically has a life of 20 years service. In their mid-40s things seem to happen to them. My slaves probably will have a physical breakdown from all the muscle drugs and heavy eating succumbing to a heart attack. At least they looked good during their life.
Slaves are like cars, depreciation is inherent. I hear from other slave companies that some are released onto the streets when their value goes to zero. Since they no longer have any clue as to how to live life, their paths are challenging. One can only imagine the worst. Still others may, in fact, be well taken care of forever by kinder owners. They may move into a capacity of butler or such for the remainder of their days. Those are the lucky ones, if living is the priority. I question whether living is the priority for a slave.
I probably won't do this business forever - five years max. There are dangers in it. I may just take a couple of really hot ones that I want for myself, shut the operation down, give my goons an incredible retirement plan and jet off to Europe to wait out the eventual collapse of the United States as we know it.
In fact, there are a few of my specific product design that I have my eye on. If these slaves work out, I may pull out early. Remember what I said at the beginning, it is always best to pull out early than late. With the way the country is going, getting on that plane sounds like a good idea. I hope these two slaves work out. They are fucking hot and I have fucked them more than most over their stay here. If these slaves live up to their potential, I may be out of here within a few months. We will see. Fuck it. I can always do something else. The world always needs another product.
THE END
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