Timmy in Chains

Timmy in Chains: Part 2 By Sid G

Timmy looked at his older brother on the floor of Captain Morgan's limo. Naked, hands bound behind his back with plastic ties, another tie around his ankles and behind his balls. Plus a ball gag filled his mouth. Timmy realized he was trussed the same way. What surprised him was Roger's cock. As hard as his own, and it was leaking.

Roger on the other hand was dazed and confused. His perfect plan to rid himself of his faggot baby brother and make two thousand dollars in the bargain was up in smoke. He'd been stripped, raped twice and was now bound and gagged. Headed someplace, a slave sex club for boys the Captain had said. It wasn't fair, he wasn't a faggot; he'd just done those things to Timmy because the bastard deserved them.

But yet as he felt the bumps in the road as the miles rolled past he started thinking about everything since he and his two friends started on Timmy Friday afternoon. Yeah, he'd enjoyed beating and chaining him. But fucking the twelve-year-old's mouth and ass had really excited him, made him feel good. How hard he'd been the whole time. How hard, he suddenly realized, he was right then.

"Timmy, I think your big brother is beginning to understand the truth about himself," the Captain said as he stroked the youngster's tiny prick.

Timmy nodded, all he could do with the ball gag firmly in place.

"Oh dear, I forgot about that. If I take it out do you promise not to yell or cry."

Timmy nodded vigorously and the Captain removed the gag and gently massaged the boy's jaw so it worked properly.

"Now boy, do you think the one on the floor understands now?"

This time Timmy looked from his master to his brother and back before answering. "That he's gay too? I think so, it's what else is coming I'm not even sure of Master."

"Are you gay boy?" the Captain said and kicked Roger in the ribs.

Roger gasped and nodded.

"If I take your gag off will you scream or cry?"

Roger shook his head hard and the Captain removed Roger's gag. Roger started crying but forced the sobs down and was relieved not to be struck again.

"You said something about me going to a slave club and taking Timmy home with you for now," Roger said.

"That's right, you both belong to me now. You will do as I, my employees or clients tell you or you will be punished. This will be your life until you're eighteen and the sooner you accept it the easier it will on you. I take care of my slaves and there are limits to what the customers can do. But you will be fucked, whipped, beaten, and tortured every day."

"But won't my, our parents come looking for us?" Roger said.

"Oh I'm sure they'll call the cops tomorrow and tell them you're both missing and put up posters and all that shit. Then the police will get a letter accusing your father of raping and beating both of you. He'll deny it but the shame will cause him to kill your mother and then commit suicide."

"Cool," Timmy said.

Roger looked at the Captain and brother in shock. Then smiled. "How about our inheritances? I know Dad's got some life insurance policies, don't know how much. Plus the house and all."

Captain Morgan leaned back and laughed. "I think you'll do well boy, I may even have a place for you after your done being a boy slave. Not many of the slaves have as much education as you two. Had one whose mother sold him at three for drugs. Not to me, Cat worked other places first, but he's gone now."

"Dead?" Timmy whispered.

"Oh no, a customer went to far and he became useless to me so I sold him to a customer who's taking good care of him now. I told you boy, you will not be killed and you will be taken care of. But I tell you what, since this is the last time the two of you will be together for a while why don't you 69 on the floor," Morgan said and pushed Timmy off the seat.

When Timmy hit the floor he was face to face with Roger. "It's ok, everything will be ok. We'll be together soon and after I'm eighteen we'll be together again."

"I'm so sorry for everything I did to you, said to you. But for some reason not this. Do you understand?

Timmy reached forward and kissed Roger's lips, nodded, then turned around and licked the precum off his brother's cock. Roger gasped and for the first time in his life took a cock into his mouth.

It was Timmy's turn to gasp and swallow his brother's cock. Slowly working his small lips up and down his brother's hard six inches. Somehow it tasted different. It wasn't the cock that raped him but one making love to him. And when he felt his big brother's lips on his groin he felt feelings he'd never felt before.

Tears rolled down Roger's cheeks as he worked on his baby brother's cock. This was so good, so right. Why had he listened to his father's venom all these years? He started working on the small, hard, throbbing cock in his mouth in ways he didn't know he knew. Feeling his sperm looking for a way to escape from behind the plastic strap.

Timmy pulled his mouth of Roger's cock. "Master, please cut the straps, let us share our seed once with love."

Captain Morgan leaned over to where the glasses and snacks were and lifted a cover. He picked up a long knife, opened it and leaned over. He gently cut the two cock restraints and the boys went back to work.

It took moments before brother swallowed brother's load. Once spent they carefully cleaned the cock in their mouth before licking their lips clean.

"Boy's I have a feeling that a lot of my clients will like the idea of having brothers together. Especially two hot ones, especially after we get you shaved."

"I don't shave," Timmy said.

"He means your pubes and underarm," Roger said. "That'll make us look even younger than we are and I guess the client's like that."

"How old are you boy?"

"Fifteen Master and Timmy's twelve," Roger said.

"And you've always been top dog at school."

"Yes Sir."

"Well boy, you've got a lot to learn about being a boy slave whore but I don't want you forgetting how to be top dog. I need a boy with a brain in the slave quarters to be in charge, keep things in order without me or my staff having to do everything."

"Won't the others resent a newcomer taking over?" Timmy said.

"Oh they may baby bro, but if they don't listen to logic then they'll learn the hard way. Or have you forgotten how I treated you the last two days already?" Roger said.

Timmy leaned over and kissed his brother.

They sat in silence for the rest of the trip to Captain's Morgan secluded mansion. Timmy jerked his eyes open when they pulled off the road and rolled up the driveway.

"Are we there Sir?" Timmy said.

"We're home, Hercules will take your brother to the club once he has you in your cage."

Timmy heard the word and it didn't even bother him. A fact he didn't even find curious.

The car stopped and they heard the front door open.

"I'll be waiting for you Timmy," Roger said.

"I don't know how long it'll be, but I'll be there," Timmy said.

Neither boy noticed the Captain wipe his eyes as he left the car.

"Hercules, tell Bart to put Roger aside and call Sam Charger. Ask him to come in and start the training."

"You think the boy's up to that?"

"Has to be, if he's going to be what I think he can be."

Hercules nodded, leaned into the car, lifted Timmy out and threw the tiny boy over his shoulder. Timmy waved his bound hands toward the Captain and his brother as they proceeded around the house. Hercules opened a door and turned the light on revealing five cages, there was another boy in one. Hercules put Timmy next to one away from the boy and cut the plastic ties, then replaced them with a collar around his throat that he locked then hooked a chain to.

"In boy, this is your home. If you need to shit or piss pick one corner."

"Yes Sir."

"Actually there's a big bucket in there, now get a good night's sleep."

"Thank you Sir," Timmy said and entered the cage. He found he could barely stand upright as he heard the door close and lock behind him.

The lights went out and something like a nightlight went on. He spotted his bucket and peed. He curled up in another corner of his cage and fell asleep.

"Boy, boy, wake up," the noise was repeated several times before Timmy stirred and turned in its direction.

"What?"

"Good, bathroom quick before he comes for us," the other boy said in a thick Russian accent.

Timmy didn't question, a junior slave listened to his elder when no master was around. First he pissed into the bucket and then squatted over it. He'd just finished cleaning himself when the door opened and a man he didn't recognize walked in.

"Morning slave, are you ready for another day of work?" he asked the older slave.

"Morning Sir! I am ready to do your and my Master's bidding," the slave said standing at attention.

Timmy watched the man stroll down from the far end. Snapping to attention as the man passed the cage next to his own. The man was dressed in black leather pants and open vest. Solid muscle, smooth torso and blond shoulder length hair combined to radiate power and sex in Timmy's mind.

"So you are the new slave?"

"Yes Sir."

"Ears and something between them, very good. For now the one down there will be slave 1 and you will be slave 2. If no number is used both of you things will be expected to respond."

"Yes Sir," Timmy said.

"Slave 1."

"Yes Sir," the older brown haired boy said.

"You will instruct slave 2 on keeping his cage and this room clean. If he learns well you can fuck his worthless mouth. If not," the man shrugged.

"Yes Sir," slave 1 said.

The man walked to the wall and Timmy shot a glance at the other boy while his back was turned. The boy didn't turn but Timmy noticed the boy's hairless cock was hard.

The man returned with a set of keys and two leashes. He went to the other cage, unlocked it and replaced the chain with the leash. Slave 1 went to his hands and knees and led the trainer over to Timmy's cage where the process was repeated.

Timmy didn't have any problems until they went outside and his knees and palms hit the rocks and dirt. He had to struggle to keep up with slave 1 but was managing when he hit a big rock with his knee. "Ouch," he cried.

The leash handles came down on his bare back three times, each harder than the one before until the twelve-year-old collapsed to the ground only to be yanked back into position.

"That is a sign of weakness your Master said I would not see. Wait until your training starts for true pain."

"I'm sorry Sir," Timmy whimpered only to be rewarded with the handle across his balls.

"I do not ask for apologies, I expect obedience."

Timmy struggled back to position and nodded his head.

"Go."

Timmy made it to a building in the back of the yard without falling or yelling again, and was rewarded by a pat on the head for his efforts. The man opened the door and slave 1 entered and Timmy quickly followed. His eyes popped when he saw what awaited him.

"Welcome to the training room slave 2. In here you will learn how everything in here is used, and what it feels like when used on your worthless body. Your master seems to think you're a natural but I'm not to rush you. So I won't do the same to you as I will to slave 1, but watch if you can.

"Yes Sir."

"Today's lesson will be whipping. Have you ever been whipped slave 2?"

"My brother and his friends whipped me some over the weekend, and my Daddy spanked me loads Sir."

"Couldn't have been much of a whipping considering your back looks fine. Slave 1, tie slave 2 to the x-frame."

"Yes Sir," slave 1 said. The boy waved his hand and Timmy followed him to the far wall. There was a large open space and Timmy saw various frames he could be stretched out on, but one was clearly an x.

Timmy went to it and put his arms and legs into the proper position. Eventually the trainer held Timmy in place while slave 1 hooked the cuffs and straps into place.

"Don't go anywhere," the trainer said and slapped Timmy's ass before leading slave 1 away. "To the rack."

Screams jerked Timmy back from the quiet place he always went to when he was nervous about a new experience.

"Another you fucking dog?"

"Please sir, no, I beg of." There was a click, almost a popping sound and another long scream.

Timmy felt a long, hard leather tube across his back and sighed. "Don't let those screams bother you little one. Pretty soon you'll be making your own. And scream away, this cabin is soundproofed and miles away from anybody who'd care. At that point the new slave realized the tube was the whip's handle, then it left his back and he heard his trainer walk backwards.

Before he could think the whip cracked across his back. Ten times in quick succession, not giving the new slave time to scream.

The strokes stopped, Timmy prepared to finally scream, realized he didn't have to. Instead he took a couple of deep breaths while waiting for the next set.

On the twelfth stoke Timmy screamed as the lash crossed three others and drew blood for the first time. By the sixteenth he was begging for mercy. On the twenty-fifth he shot his load and the screams turned to orgasmic delight.

"Oh shit," the trainer said after walking around and seeing what happened. "You shot your load? Boy you are a natural at this. Just hang there for a bit."

"Yes Sir," Timmy said between ragged breaths. He felt the pain flaring across his back, the blood dripping down and reveled in it. Didn't understand that, just knew he was where and he was what he was supposed to be.

Out of the blue came twenty more across his ass and then the straps around his waist and legs were released so he was hanging by his wrists so he looked like a y instead of an x.

Timmy stopped screaming once the pain in his ass subsided then realized his cock was hard again. The throbbing ache in his shoulders distracted from his other aches and the whimpering coming from across the room.

An empty feeling in his gut gradually overwhelmed the other pains he was feeling and Timmy realized it'd been at least a full day since he'd eaten anything besides cum.

"Hello," he called.

"Quiet, no talking without permission slave 2," the other boy said.

Timmy's gut reaction was to yell at the other boy, ask him if they ever fed the slaves. Instead he remembered their trainer might be there, waiting to see what he'd do so he just hung there. Looking down he saw a railing against the wall and began swinging his hips. He slammed against the x-frame several times but his bare toes finally hooked against the railing and by rising up relieved some of the pressure off his wrists and shoulders.

"Very good slave 2. You obeyed your senior and found a way to help yourself. Now get your fucking paws off that railing before I whip them off."

Timmy pushed off instantaneously, bracing himself for the impact when he swung back onto the x-frame. Instead two powerful hands grabbed his waist. One arm snuck around him while the other untied his wrists before he was gently lowered to the ground.

He looked up at the trainer and smiled his thanks.

"Crawl after me boy so I can release slave 1."

Timmy pushed himself to all fours under the trainer's eye, biting his lip when his arms protested but when called upon he moved. Since he was behind his trainer he looked around at all the equipment in the room. Some he could guess their purpose, others not. One scared him to death; he'd seen it in a horror movie, an iron maiden. "No," he gasped.

The trainer turned with his hand beginning the swing, then saw what Timmy was staring at. "No boy, we never use that," he bent down and stroked Timmy's head. "That's just part of the Master's collection. I swear we will never permanently injure or kill you."

"Thank you sir, it just scared me. I seen one in a movie and," Timmy just shivered.

"It's ok boy, we will hurt you, punish you if you deserve it but you'll walk out of this alive. You ready now?"

Timmy got back into position and nodded.

Timmy watched as the big man slowly released the pressure on the older boy's limbs. What struck him was slave 1 screamed as much as the pressure was released as he had when applied. But he knew he would find out why.

Finally the trainer threw slave 1 over his shoulders and motioned Timmy to follow. In a corner of the shed there was a small table with one chair. The trainer lay slave 1 on the floor and pointed out a spot for Timmy. From the table he placed two large dog bowls in front of each boy. Without thinking Timmy dipped his hands into the meat bowl and began eating. At that point it didn't matter if it was dog food or dog shit for that matter. It was something solid to put in his stomach. Once it was gone he picked the other bowl up and drank the lime colored liquid, Gatorade. Finished he touched his forehead to the trainer's foot in thanks.

The man bent over and mussed his hair. "That's a good boy, Master will be pleased when I report."

After they finished eating the trainer led them back to their quarters, but put them together in slave 1's larger cage. "Slave 2, massage his joints and then listen to what he tells you."

Timmy nodded and helped the older boy to the ground. He rubbed and probed the boy's shoulders, knees, hips, and almost every place else. Without being told he knew that slave 1's crotch and ass were out of bounds. No matter how much he wanted to suck on the hard uncut six inches poking skyward he knew, and knew he had to resist the desire to do what was natural.

"That's enough slave 2, help me sit up," slave 1 said.

Timmy had to think for a second to understand what the boy had grunted in his thick accent. Then gently moved him to the wall and propped him up. "Is there any water in here?"

The older boy pointed to the back and Timmy found a spigot and a dirty pail. Remembering what he did in his pail he cupped his hands and carried a little bit back.

"Use the pail, they put new ones in every morning while we're at practice. Until you piss or shit they're safe to drink from."

Timmy filled the pail, drank from it and then refilled it before returning.

"My name's Timmy," he said.

"Egor, I'm from Russia."

"I'm from Queens, that's part of New York City."

"I know we had to study American geography at the training school along with English and culture. We were trained to be more than just sex-slaves, all-around slaves."

"How old were you when you were taken there?"

"About eight, six years I waited for someone to claim me before our Master came. But I made many movies and pictures before then. It was a good life. What about you?"

Timmy sat next to Egor and took a drink from the can. "I've known I was gay for a while even if I'd never done anything besides beat off. Then last Friday everything changed." He proceeded to tell Egor everything that happened since Roger and his friends entered the steam room.

"So fast this feels right for you? You cannot wait to be whore?"

"I guess I can wait for the whore part until the Captain's done with me, but then I'll be back with my brother. It's hard to explain really," Timmy shrugged.

Egor leaned over and kissed Timmy on the cheek. "I guess I should start teaching you the rules."

"I have one question first. Can we have sex with each other?"

"No fucking or putting anything, not even finger, up another slave's hole without our Master's permission. Why do you ask?"

"This is why," Timmy said and took hold of Egor's cock, masturbating it while he licked the uncut head.

"Oh yes, suck me Timmy. Feels so good boy."

Timmy moved in between Egor's legs and slowly swallowed all six inches. Slowly he began going up and down on the fourteen-year-old, the throbbing in his mouth telling him it wouldn't take long. Then he felt Egor's hand encircle his own cock, fist stroking in time with his sucking. Boy tools throbbing in harmony.

Egor moved around and they started sixty-nining, unaware of security cameras recording every move and sound. Bobbing heads moved faster, tongues licking cocks, licking precum off slits. Hands caressed each other. Two boys doing what they do best, sex.

Simultaneously both boys pulled out and shot their loads over the other's face. Then licked it clean.

When they finished Egor kissed Timmy, then they shared some water. "Now it is time I tell you rules. If don't understand tell me."

Later that afternoon the trainer came and led the two slaves to a gym where they ran laps for over an hour in their bare feat. After a water break he gave them jocks before they did some weight work.

After that session Timmy was placed in his own cage but Egor was led away. Timmy fell asleep only to woken by a poke in the ribs.

"Suppertime, you've got to eat everything to keep your strength up boy."

"Thank you sir," Timmy said groggily and sat up as the trainer shut the cage door. "Where's slave 1?"

"He's busy tonight, he'll be back in the morning."

Timmy nodded, understanding his comrad was with the Captain. He ate, stretched his aching body, took a drink of water then pissed and shit in the same tin. Then went back to his "bedroom" and fell asleep for the night.

It was still black outside when the trainer kicked Timmy in the ribs. "Up slave 2, you have to take care of slave 1's wounds."

"What? How bad is he hurt?"

The trainer laughed, "nothing serious and get down to his cage. The first aid kit is in there already. Now move boy before you both need to be cared for."

Timmy shook his head and stood, taking three clean tins from the trainer. He shuffled behind him, then past into Egor's cage. He took one look at the bloody heap on the floor and fell to his knees. The door closed behind him and he heard the trainer's footsteps fade away.

"Timmy?"

Egor's faint voice brought Timmy back to life and he picked up the first aid kit and ran over to the boy.

"Water," Egor said.

Silently Timmy hands glided over the battered body. He could tell, how he didn't know, that there was nothing seriously wrong. He picked up the cans and filled all three of them with fresh water.

Egor drank greedily, then turned over and heaved into the dirt.

"Sorry kid," he said in his thick Russian accent, "you shouldn't drink cold water fast right after session with Captain.   Just wash blood off and you see it not bad."

"I be gentle.  You want to sip some water now?"

Egor shook his head and moved away from the vomit.  Timmy gently poured water over the older slave's left arm and wiped the blood away.  Marks from different kinds of whips covered it but Egor didn't flinch.  Timmy repeated the process over the rest of him until he was clean.  The worst was Egor's chest.  Captain Morgan had focused his efforts on the slave's nipples and ribs.  Every square inch covered with marks.

For the first time Timmy wondered what he'd gotten himself into.  Would he be able to make it?  Take what his trainer and master had in store for their slave?

"I be fine, you be fine.  Rack last morning hurt me more."

"I know that hurt a lot but you're a mess.  He didn't miss an inch of you, even got inside your hole with the whip."

Egor tried to shrug but ended up grimacing.  "How soon did your back stop hurting earlier?"

"End of lunch."

"And you still new.  Whipping hurts while it's being done but stops quickly.  When you go to new levels of rack or some of the others it last a lot longer."

"Will you have training in the morning?"

Egor nodded, "but he will give me less than usual.  Now let's sleep."Timmy nodded, kissed Egor and they slept cradled together.

Sunlight streaming through the window told Timmy the kick to his ribs was later than the day before.  He looked up and smiled at the trainer before shaking Egor awake.

"Time slave 1."

Egor groaned before letting Timmy help him sit up.

"On your feet slaves before I regret letting you sleep an extra hour," the trainer snarled.

Timmy scrambled to his feet and started to help Egor up but the trainer put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him back.  Timmy looked up.

"He's got to do it himself so I can see how hurt he is.  Your master's rules make sure nobody goes over the line.  You'll appreciate that once you get to the whorehouse."

Timmy nodded and they watched Egor finish getting shakily to his feet.  "I'm fine Sir," Egor said.

The trainer nodded, turned and headed out the door. He led them into a garden area and pointed at a bare spot. "Piss and shit there, the ground needs fertilizer."

Egor moved and Timmy followed instantly. The older slave pointed at a spot and Timmy first pissed then shit on the ground. He looked over and saw Egor using his hand to wipe his ass and then rub it into the dirt.

"Enough, slave 1 show slave 2 where he should wash before going inside."

Egor rubbing his hands on his chest and Timmy grimaced before doing the same with his shit and dirt covered hands. When Egor ran his fingers through his hair Timmy couldn't follow suit.

"Do it or you won't get to wash slave 2," the trainer said and swatted his back.

Timmy doubted that but knew today's training would be hard and further hesitation would make it more so.

Egor led them to an old swing set with the swings removed. Hanging from the cross bar were sets of chains which the trainer rapidly wound around their wrists.

"Feet apart," the trainer snapped as he picked up a garden hose and aimed it at them. He turned the knob and Timmy braced himself for a hard cold blast but instead it was warm and comforting.

When they were clean the trainer let them there to dry. On his return he carried a bullwhip. "Not for you slave 1, you just hang there and listen."

The trainer stepped back and let Timmy see the long leather whip dangle by his side. He liked what he saw from the twelve-year-old. A little nervousness but no fear. He wrist flicked and the tip smacked right into slave 2's breastbone with a loud crack.

Timmy felt the hit, heard the crack and thought his bones had snapped.

"Just sound of whip," Egor whispered and Timmy realized he was right just before the second snap almost took his left nipple off and the third his right.

As the training progressed Timmy realized he was getting a taste of what his friend had gone through from their master. He ached, no hurt badly. But not that badly. The sight of his own blood streaming down his naked restrained body didn't even bother him. The ultimate was when he saw how hard his cock was and how it exploded when he felt the tip inside him.

"Holy mother of God," the trainer whispered.

Egor just stared.

Timmy just hung there breathing hard while waiting for the next hit.

"I don't believe it," Egor said.

"I've heard of it happening but I've never seen it," the trainer said.

"Can't even stay hard."

"Did I do something wrong?"  Timmy said.

"No slave 2, your master will be pleased when I report," the trainer said.

"But what did I do that was special?  I want to make sure I do it again."

"You shot your load Timmy, I mean slave 2," Egor said.  He glanced over at the trainer, nervous because he'd broken a rule.

"I wasn't supposed to?" Timmy asked confused.

"Boy, I have been a slave, master and trainer since before you were born and I have never seen anyone come while being seriously whipped with one of these," the trainer said shaking the bullwhip in front of Timmy's eyes.  "By the time a slave gets that much punishment they're either screaming or fainted, not shooting their load a mile."

"But you just started."

The trainer looked at Egor and then his watch.  "Almost forty-five minutes of nonstop torture.  Just look down at your front.

Timmy did as instructed and was amazed at the mass of blood caked welts that covered his torso and legs, and started feeling the pain now that the ecstasy was gone. His body started shaking as he cried.

"Take him down sir, he's, he's," Egor shouted.

"Shush boy," the trainer said as he grabbed hold of Timmy and unchained him. He held the boy while he used one hand to release Egor from his chains.

Egor fell but scrambled to his feet. He wanted to ask the trainer how his new friend was but he'd violated rules at least twice.

"Run boy, go to the kitchen and get a blanket and the first aid kit by the stove. Then get a pail of warm water and towels. Go."

Egor took off on his hard bare feet, limp cock banging from thigh to thigh as he ran faster than he ever had.

The trainer lay Timmy on the floor in front of the stove and started examining him. Cursing himself as he went. "Blanket."

Egor held Timmy's shaking hand as the trainer wrapped the blanket around him and then went and got a cold soda from the refrigerator.

"Lift his head up so I can get this into him," the trainer said softly. His feared this could damage the older boy's usefulness as much as the younger by seeing this, but he needed him there.

Egor did as told, "I think not shaking as much."

"Good, a little more soda and we'll lay him down to rest while I feed you."

The trainer stroked Egor's hair as the boy ate and gave him the rest of the soda, a rare treat for the slave.

"Are you ok slave 1? And be honest, I'm not going to punish you for anything this morning."

"A little upset sir, saw this happen to a young boy at orphanage but they didn't care about us like you and master so he died. I will feel better when slave 2 does, and I will continue to be good slave for my master."

"Good, I'm glad and you know we wouldn't let either of you die."

"Yes sir. Should I wash him now?"

"Are you finished your meal?"

"Yes sir."

"Then go, but get fresh warm water."

The trainer ate while watching one slave clean the other. Amazed how much tenderness a boy who'd never known any could give.

"Sir, come quickly please."

The trainer almost snapped at the implied command but moved. "What is it boy?"

"Look, look at him. I do not believe it."

The trainer looked, felt, turned him over and felt every inch of the boy's body. Even the private area where the last lash had gone. Not a cut, not a welt, not a mark of any kind from any of the beatings inflicted over the past week.

"Is he the one?" Egor whispered.

"I don't know; it is a question left for our master."

"Only a supreme master like ours can know, but even in orphanage there were stories about the one slave who could endure almost anything and heal himself to his inner perfection. Never dream I come close to one who may be."

"Nor I, quiet he's waking up."

Timmy stirred on the floor and slowly opened his eyes. First he saw Egor. "What happened? Where." Before he finished he saw the trainer. "Forgive me sir for my weakness. I accept your punishment."

"You are not going to be punished boy. You did nothing wrong by fainting after your torture this morning. Much more experienced and older slaves than you have fainted long before you did. Are you ready to eat?"

"Thank you sir. Please sir, and to drink if I can?"

He looked down at his body and realized it was clean and turned to his friend. "Did you clean me?"

Egor nodded.

"Thank you."

"Your welcome, now eat. You need your strength to become a good slave."

"Thank you slave 1, you are right."

The trainer gave Egor a second helping and both of them their own sodas. He sat and drank his own and tried to prepare his report. Captain Morgan had said this was a special boy. But this special? Could he have known? And what of the afternoon's training?

He waited till both were finished and watching him. Silently he rose and motioned them to their hands and knees and signaled them to follow. As they walked around the estate he evaluated his own actions. A slip of discipline but making them walk like dogs reminded slaves of their place. Gone to long with the young boy? He shook his head. He'd report and his master would make the decision.

They came into a fenced in heated pool and he led them in and pointed. "Twenty lengths, quickly now."

The trainer took a chair at the end of the pool and watched his two charges begin their laps.  Physical brutality had been part of his life as long as he could remember.  As a baby he watched his father beat his mother and older brothers and sisters.  He had felt the hand at three and the belt at five.  Raped by his father's cock right after the first whipping.

He'd taken it as a matter of course until he saw his father start on his younger brother four years later.    After taking his father's gun he hot wired a car and blown his head off in a drive by.  Four hundred miles later he pulled into New York City and worked the streets until the Captain had taken him in.  That was a dozen years ago and until today he'd never questioned his life or seen anybody like slave 2.

The phone next to him rang and he jumped.  "Dave."

"Why are they in my pool?" the Captain snapped.

"Captain, Sir, I can explain."  After all these years the man made him nervous.

"Report."

He was still talking when the boys finished the twenty so he waved them to keep going. "And right now they're still swimming hard, well past the twenty lengths I originally told them," the trainer finished.

"I can see that.  You do know this changes everything."

"Yes Sir, though it's still early."

"Call them over and have them stand by the ladder at your end and slowly turn with their arms out until you tell them to stop," Captain Morgan said.

Moments later the boys stood twirling around mindlessly.  Truly mindlessly since they never considered why their trainer was having them turn endlessly.

"Dave my boy, I think we may have found him."

"I know."

"He can't know, and make sure Egor knows he can't even breathe a word about the legend or he won't even breathe period."

"Understood.  What should I do now?"

"The rack for two hours, a notch, no two more than beginners.  Then have Egor prepare him for tonight."

"Yes Sir."

The line went dead but Dave took a minute before putting it down. He took a look into the headset and put it down.

"Stop, slave 2 there are towels in shed right by the gate. Bring three back fast."

Timmy turned and walked away.

"Slave 1, our master says you are not to say one word about the legend or that slave 2 might be the one. If you do you will suffer the consequences."

"Understand Sir."

"He is going on the rack next and then you will prepare him for the Captain's pleasure."

Egor nodded. Timmy silently returned and handed the trainer and his friend towels and began drying himself, unaware of being examined by three sets of eyes

Back in his New York City office Captain Morgan flicked the remote camera off and scanned the bank of monitors behind his desk until he saw Timmy's older brother Roger being worked over by Morgan's old friend Sam Charger. A push of a button and the picture jumped to the large monitor, other controls turned on the volume and zoomed the camera in for a closer look.

According to Sam the boy had remarkable recuperative powers for one so new to the life but it didn't take close examination to see scars and welts settling into place. Sam dropped the whip and picked up the cane and approached the dangling naked boy.

A master trainer Sam had jumped at the chance to do the Captain a favor, especially with a truly fresh boy. His slave turned lover turned son and apprentice was still hot in bed but their torture sessions had slowly dwindled since they'd brought Hank into their home. Trouble was Hank was really Ray's slave so Sam supervised but didn't do much to either boy.

And he missed it. And Roger was paying the price. Captain Morgan watched intently as Charger used the cane on every inch of Roger's body for twenty minutes. The blood flowed, welts rose into the air while the boy screamed. Like his younger brother he stayed erect until the cane came down hard on his boy cock.

Morgan pushed a button and Hercules opened the door.

"As soon as Charger's done bring the boy here and hang him up."

"Should I wash the blood off first?"

"Yes, but don't tend to any wounds."

Hercules nodded and left.

Morgan pushed the intercom, "Bart watch the monitors and I don't want to be disturbed by anybody except Hercules."

Another switch and the sets went dark.

"Is he the one? After all these years have I found the special boy? And if it is what does it mean?"

One thing he knew was if it were true Timmy's whoring days were over before they began and even Roger would have a different role to play.

"But in the name of all I believe what does it really mean?"

There were several versions of the legend. What they said of the boy's physical purity never changed. Neither did the assertions that it would mean something important. Plus the boy would be in great danger. From masters and those who would destroy our world.

But there were several variations of what the changes brought about by the one would be...

Meanwhile, the trainer and Egor were tying Timmy to the rack. "Don't worry boy, I'll keep a good eye on you once I get slave 1 started."

"Yes sir."

The trainer started turning the wheel. Usually the first time it was just enough to raise the body of the table. In Timmy's case it took fifteen notches. After a deep breath the trainer turned two more.

"Don't go anywhere boy?" he said with a grin that Timmy honestly returned. "Slave 1, go to the milking machine."

"Yes sir." Egor turned and walked away.

"Are you ok slave 2?"

"Yes, I'll be fine," Timmy said and wondered at the question as his trainer walked away until the first muscle spasm shook his stretched body.

At the other side of the room the trainer flipped a switch and a pump started moving up and down on Egor's cock. "I know you'll be thirsty when this is done so the more cum you produce the more you'll have to drink."

Egor nodded and sighed as he approached his first orgasm.

As he reached Timmy the trainer heard Egor's cry out and smiled. Then the phone on the wall rang.

"Yes sir."

"Another two, quickly," the Captain said and hung up.

The trainer did as instructed and Timmy screamed loud enough to block out the noise from Egor's second orgasm.

Five minutes before the two hours were up the phone rang again.

"Yes sir."

"At the mark lower him till his ass is just grazing the bed then whip him with the cat for a half hour before releasing him."

"Sir, if I may," the trainer said.

"I know what you're feeling, but this must be done," the Captain said and hung up.

After fifteen minutes Timmy passed out but the whipping continued.

An hour later he woke in Egor's arms in a large bathroom located behind their cages.

"Good, you wake in time to get ready?" Egor said.

"What? Why? Where am I?"

"Bathroom, we have to get you ready for the Captain."

"Tonight? Am I ready for him?"

Egor looked down at the younger boy's chest and didn't see a mark. "You are. Now the first step is an enema to get your ass clean for our master's cock. Have you ever had one?"

"My dad believed that death came through the colon so I had one every week."

"Then let's start and then you have to shower before the trainer returns."

Timmy nodded and struggled to his feet.

An hour later the trainer came in with a bag. He slowly examined slave 2 inside and out and nodded his approval. "Good job slave 1, go to your cage and close it and I'll bring you supper when I get back."

"Thank you sir."

The trainer turned to Timmy. "Tonight is important for you boy. Your master will make decisions based on how you behave. You must do and submit to everything and anything he demands without question or thinking."

"I know sir. I will make my master and you proud."

The trainer nodded and opened the bag bringing out two sets of shackles. Rapidly he shackled Timmy's wrists together followed by his legs. Then he ran a chain from the collar through the wrist shackles and attached it to the leg shackles.

"Follow me."

Timmy walked carefully and was led to and through a long passage ending at a big oak door with a large brass knocker.

The trainer opened the door and stepped out of the way. Timmy shuffled in and looked at the dungeon.

The door closed behind him.

To be continued...