When this process was completed the Chinese gentleman s turned to his

new acquisition in the floor. He lifted him up from the floor and

deposited him on a high-backed chair; his legs still folded up, and tied

him to it. Then he removed the strap from around his throat and instead

shoved a huge pump gag into the slave's face and pumped it up until

pathetic whines once again escaped the slave's throat and his eyes

looked desperate above bloated chins. "Now, my little bitch, I have

decided that I want you as my soft, little fucktoy," the Chinese

gentleman told his new acquisition, "and that means that I would prefer

you to be soft and docile from the start. Tomorrow you'll be on your way

to my home in Shanghai and you must understand that escape is

impossible. Whether you like it or not, you are going to be a slave, a

fucktoy, for the rest of your life." The former hotel employee looked at

his master in silent horror he continued to detail his fate: "As I said,

I want you as my soft, little toy, not my pain-slave. I won't hesitate

to torture you for the smallest infraction, but you have been chosen for

your soft lips and cute ass, not your capacity for taking pain. So I

have a gift for you, slave, and I am sure that even a dumb bitch like

you will appreciate this one. I will give you the chance to learn what

happens to disobedient slaves without having to feel the pain." Jamie

saw what was coming and a whimper of fear escaped his mouth, something

the Chinese recognized with an evil smile. "I will demonstrate a few of

those things that can happen to unruly slaves in my household, using the

object on the table. It will only happen this once. After that the pain

will be inflicted on you. When I am done with the thing on the table you

will have the chance to tell me whether you want the soft and easy life

of a little, bimbo fucktoy or the harsh and demanding life of a

pain-slave."



Then the Chinese gentleman turned to Jamie and began his demonstration.

To start it at the proper level and to show his seriousness, he started

out by squeezing Jamie's balls until Jamie had screamed himself out and

nearly fainted from the pain. After squeezing them for a full five

minutes, Jamie was completely red in the face, all the tendons in his

neck stood out as a silent scream was chiseled onto his face. He just

knew that he would never again be able to use his genitals as this

treatment was simply too brutal for them to withstand. As the Chinese

gentleman moved to open one of two suitcases full of torture implements,

Jamie realized what he should have all along; that the squeezing had

only been a mild prelude.



Four hours later the session was finally winding down. Jamie's balls

were about five times their normal size, the skin which was now streaked

bluish welts, stretched in a decidedly unhealthy way. His body was

bruised and beaten and in his ass resided a dildo so monstrous that

Jamie had been reduced to an almost silent scream as the Chinese

gentleman had forced it in. For the final attraction a clear plastic bag

had been pulled down over Jamie's head and the Chinese now made sure

that the seal to Jamie's neck was tight as the poor slave boy struggled

futilely. All the muscles in Jamie's body trembled with effort and lack

of air as real struggling was impossible for him. Not only was he too

tightly tied, but also he simply no longer had the strength. This was

the tenth time in a row that the Chinese had used the plastic bag to

choke him with and as with the other times he carried on until right

before Jamie became unconscious, reducing him to a mass of panic. Panic

and lust that was. Jamie's cock still tried to get hard each time the

bag was pulled over his head, something the Chinese had mercifully not

noticed.



Finally the bag was pulled off and the Chinese turned to new

acquisition, for whom the demonstration had been. The gentleman's

attention shifted completely and Jamie now stood on the table as some

forgotten and discarded toy. The Chinese removed his new slave's gag and

looked inquisitively at him. He didn't have to wait for long before the

former hotel employee, who had wet himself from fear during Jamie's

torture session, blurted out: "Please Master I'll be ever so good.

Please keep me as a fucktoy, please don't hurt me, please�" The pathetic

little creep continued to cry out his new found devotion to the Chinese

gentleman, who simply smiled and took out his cock, showing it into the

slave's mouth and thus silencing his pleas. Jamie then recognized the

eager slurping sounds of a cocksucker trying too hard to please and saw

the Chinese gentleman's hand grab the back of his new toy's head.



After that the Chinese gentleman, his lust for inflicting pain

temporarily sated, lost interest in Jamie who was released from his

bonds by the young assistant who had received him. He also saw to it

that Jamie, now almost unconscious from pain, was handed back to Frank.

Frank, however, would not tolerate Jamie's resting and soon the

whimpering slave boy was limping in front of Frank out of the hotel. The

size of his badly mangled balls made walking extremely painful, but of

course there was no respite for him. Soon he was "home", kneeling in

front of Frank to provide oral service before being tied up and finally

allowed to sleep.



His last month of "freedom" went like that. When he wasn't at work he

was being fucked or punished by someone, either Frank or some other

Master, until it was time for him to be tied up and allowed to sleep.

Every minute not used for either work or service Jamie spent practicing

walking properly in heels or other vital slave skills. By the end of the

month Jamie no longer thought escape was even an option. Escape was

impossible and although he didn't want a (short) lifetime of brutal

slavery and would rather be allowed to live normally as before, he was

beginning to enjoy both the fuckings, the punishments and the slave

attire (or lack of same) entirely too much for his own liking. He now

found his regular shoes clunky and ugly, preferring his sexy stilettos

and the seductive way they made his ass sway. Jamie was no longer able

to recall the feel of cotton or silk on his ass, since all he had felt

on it for a month had been either rubber or nothing. Jamie feared

becoming a slave more than anything, feared being taken away by Master,

but in reality he was already well on his way to becoming a full-time

slave of both body and mind.



Chapter 4

The day had finally arrived. It was now exactly one month

since Master set him free after the "test weekend" and Jamie was in a

state of high terror. His options were fast diminishing and his chances

of escaping a lifetime of slavery were running out. In spite of a cock

straining against its cage at the delicious prospect of being fucked by

Master, Jamie did not want this. He knew that if once Master took him,

it would be for good. That was too much. He had learned a great deal

about his own submissive tendencies in the last month, learned how much

he loved being strangled, how he could enjoy submission and even pain to

some extent, but if Master took him it would be too much. Too much

control, too much torture and submission without end. And it would be

final. Jamie had learned to embrace his own submissiveness, but had

found that the domination offered by Master, and the level of submission

he demanded, was far too much.



This posed an enormous problem. Master hadn't asked him if he wanted to

submit; he had demanded it. This meant that Jamie would have to run for

it in order to escape. And if he ran and got caught his situation would

probably be so much worse than if he simply submitted, even if it was

hard to imagine for Jamie, he had no doubt that it was so. And besides,

how was he going to escape when Frank was watching his every step,

escorting him at all times? Jamie had left his apartment this morning in

Frank's company and now, as he left his job after saying goodbye to his

colleagues, he sat in Frank's car on his way to becoming Master's slave.

How was he going to escape? Although he sat absolutely still so as not

anger Frank, Jamie felt completely desperate, trapped and alone.



He broke out of this depressing train of thoughts when Frank stopped the

car. Jamie had expected them to be either at the club or at Master's

home. They were not. Frank had parked the car in an alley in one of the

seedier neighborhoods of town. There was no sign of Master. Frank told

Jamie to get out of the car as he came around to his side of the car.

Jamie obeyed instantly, just as he did when Frank ordered him to strip.

Soon he stood naked in the alley, wearing only his butt plug and his

chastity device. Then Frank removed Jamie's butt plug, threw him a pair

of white, ankle high stilettos boots and told him to put them on. Of

course Jamie complied instantly, loving the feel of the much too small

six-inch stilettos on his feet, squeezing his feet painfully but

improving his posture immeasurably. When the boots were on his feet,

Frank secured them there with a padlock and then placed a white leather

collar around Jamie's neck, also securing this one with a padlock.



Taking Jamie by the arm he then marched the naked slave boy around the

corner and into the street. Here even a slave as comparatively well

trained as Jamie balked. His enslavement was bad enough, but to be put

on public display! His resistance was short-lived and soon Frank had

dragged Jamie, now sporting a pair of very red cheeks, in to full view

in the street. He dragged Jamie all the way out to the curb. Here he

used a spray can to draw up a small square, two feet by two feet, on the

pavement. He placed Jamie inside the square and hung a sign from Jamie's

collar. It said: "Property of Master van der Graaf. No touching!" Then

he spoke: "You will wait here until you are picked up. Keep your hands

behind your back and do not move outside the square I have drawn!" Then,

without another word and without looking back he walked away, leaving

Jamie alone at the curb.



Jamie had never felt more embarrassed and exposed than he did now.

Except for a collar, a pair of stiletto boots, a chastity device a small

sign, not even reaching past his nipples, he was completely naked. He

wanted to run and hide, but he didn't dare move. Even after he had seen

Frank's car drive away he didn't dare use his hands to cover his front.

He realized that this was his last chance to escape. The butt plug with

the tracking device had been removed and Frank was nowhere to be seen.

If he waited for the pickup his fate was sealed and only a life of

slavery, brutal and harsh, awaited him. But if he ran he might be even

worse off. If he was caught he was sure to face extremely brutal and

prolonged torture and his life would in all likelihood be even shorter

than the already short and painful slave existence he was looking at.

And although he might not be able to see Frank, he could be parked just

around the corner. Other guards could be posted just to test his

obedience. The dilemma made Jamie whine with desperation. If he stayed

put he was doomed, but if ran he might be in even worse trouble. He

cried with desperation as he thought about this, trembling as he sobbed,

but still so well conditioned that his hands remained at his back.



After thirty minutes it became apparent even to Jamie that he was too

well trained and too afraid of Master to try running. He still stood at

the curb with his hands clasped behind his back, his feet in the exact

same position as when Frank had left him. His fate now apparently sealed

he began to look around. He had been so absorbed with his dilemma that

he hadn't really seen where he was. It wasn't just any old street that

Frank had deposited him in. The street was full of sex shops and seedy

strip bars and there were prostitutes everywhere. One particular type of

prostitute in fact. The street was the place for the shemale whores. All

around him were shemales, some very feminine and almost

indistinguishable from real women and some more obviously showing off

what they had once been. Until now they had kept their distance to the

crying slave boy, but now a couple of them moved closer.



"Are you alright honey?" one of the asked Jamie. She was small and

extremely curvy shemale with big tits and long, smooth black hair. She

was wearing a strapless leopard skin dress, clinging to her skin and a

pair of leopard skin stilettos. Her big brown eyes looked concerned and

her full, red lips wore a pout expressing similar sentiment. Jamie

blinked away his tears, but didn't know how to answer at first. Then he

simply said in a tiny hopeless voice: "I don't dare run, but if I stay

he's going to take me away and do terrible things to me." The leopard

skin whore nodded her head as her friend chipped in: "We know honey,

it's hard. If what we've heard about Master van der Graf is true, you're

in a tight spot." As she mentioned Master's name the leopard skin whore

shivered visibly. Her friend, the one who had spoken last, was a huge,

black, muscular shemale. She wore a very short and very tight black

leather mini skirt and a very tight white sweater, accentuating her

truly enormous tits. On her feet were shiny black stilettos. Unlike her

friend in leopard skin, who had a deep and sensuous voice, the muscular

shemale had a high soprano. The shemale in the leopard skin dress spoke,

her voice now much shakier than before: "Master van der Graf is

certainly a strict master," she said as an involuntary shiver underlined

her statement, "but you did the right thing in not running." Jamie

lifted his head as she continued: "Maybe there are none of Master van

der Graf's men around, but this is Master Antwan's turf and he would

most certainly catch you and deliver you to your owner. And then you'd

have been even worse off."



Jamie's spirits lifted ever so slightly at this and she continued:

"Estella here and I belong to Master Antwan." A look passed between the

two shemales and then they lifted up their miniscule skirts, the leopard

lady first, then a little later Estelle. The leopard lady was extremely

well endowed, but her big cock was imprisoned in a chastity device

exactly like Jamie's own. "Master Antwan caught me six years ago and put

this cage on me and he hasn't let haven't cum since then, the evil shit.

The frustration drives me crazy; especially since all I ever do is have

sex. I'm a fucking whore, getting screwed all day long and I never get

off! Never!" Her voice filled with tears as she spoke and then she

added: "But I'm fortunate." She nodded at Estelle who had lifted up her

skirt by now. In Estelle's crotch hung her tiny and now useless member,

completely limp. Estelle had been castrated and through the head of her

useless cock a very large, steel ring had been placed. "I loved Master

Rick and went into slavery willingly," she said in her high and squeaky

voice, "I loved him when he bound me and fucked me and I even loved him

when he turned me into his sissy bitch. I was his slave for a year. Then

he tired of me and sold me to Master Antwan five month's ago. Master

Antwan promptly took my balls and sent me out on the street as soon as

the wounds had healed."



This crushed Jamie's spirits again and he began crying. What had

happened to the two shemale was terrible and it was apparent, at least

from the leopard lady, that they thought his Master was brutal. He was

lost! The only positive thing was that he had been right in staying put.

Running would undoubtedly have been worse if what they said about Master

Antwan's grip on the neighborhood was correct.



As if to confirm this a man stepped out of the shadows and approached

the two whores and the slave boy. The whores had been very careful not

to touch him, just as the sign around his neck told then to, but they

stood close and tried to comfort him. When they saw the man approaching

both jumped away with a look of pure terror on their faces. "Getting

cozy with the little bitch-boy, are we?" the man drawled dangerously. He

was a huge black man, more than a little fat and with him came a whole

group of his bodyguards and such. Looking over his shoulder Jamie saw

that they apparently had been sitting inside the building right behind

them where the windows were open. Fear leaking out of their voices both

whores replied: "Master Antwan, no Master Antwan." They had dropped to

their knees and were worshipping Master Antwan's boots as they spoke.



"Now Roxy," Master Antwan said as he addressed the whore in the leopard

skin dress, "I believe you expressed unhappiness at having your needy

cock restrained. Unhappiness about me as a person?" Roxy whined with

terror as he assured Master Antwan that she had never meant to express

dissatisfaction, that she loved her master and that she loved everything

he had done to her. Master Antwan smiled at her when she had finished

her assurances, a smile of such malice that Roxy actually screamed with

fear. Master Antwan nodded his head and soon four men held Roxy down by

her arms and legs, spreading them as wide as possible. A fifth man knelt

down and pulled up her dress. Then he removed her chastity device and

when this happened Roxy went hysterical with fear, screaming and crying

for Master Antwan to stop, that she'd be a good girl. None of it helped.



Master Antwan turned to Estelle who stood completely still, frozen with

fear as a stream of piss ran down her leg. Smiling at this sign of her

terror, Master Antwan addressed her: "Now Estelle, you are a good bitch,

aren't you" Estelle was hardly able to form the words, but in the end

she did manage to squeak that she was indeed a good bitch. "Alright then

Estelle," he continued, "then you'll have no trouble following every

little order I give?" In the background Roxy was screaming for mercy as

Estelle answered that she would indeed follow her master's orders. "Good

girl," Master Antwan said in his most condescending tone, "then I want

you to step on that bitch's balls as hard you can." Roxy's pleas reached

a new high as Estelle swallowed hard. "Pierce her balls with your heels

and when you've managed that, use your heels to scrape out all that is

inside." Estelle keened with terror at this command, but was completely

unable to disobey. Trying not to look at her friend's face, she stepped

in between her legs and lifted up her foot. Roxy's pleas were now even

more desperate, but there was no way around it. Estelle brought her heel

down on Roxy's left testicle as hard as she could. Judging from Roxy's

scream it was very hard indeed, but it wasn't quite hard enough to

pierce the skin and so Estelle had to do again. It took her ten tries

before she pierced Roxy's left testicle and by then Roxy had been

reduced to bubbling wreck, sobbing and screaming when she wasn't

vomiting from the extreme pain. With her heel inside Roxy's testicle,

Estelle, who looked sick also, started to scrape the contents out of it.

This naturally made Roxy pass out, but that didn't stop Master Antwan.

One of his helpers had a small vial of smelling salt and soon the by now

completely desperate Roxy was once again conscious, able to bear the

full brunt of the terrible torture inflicted on her.



Estelle's stomping around in Roxy ruined crotch continued until Roxy had

only threads of skin left where her balls had been and Master Antwan was

satisfied. She was still screaming weakly, lying in a pool of vomit

mixed with blood. "Estelle, you useless bitch," he spat at her, "go make

money for me, you worthless cow." Estelle scampered off down the street

to try to pick up a customer. He then turned to the guys holding the

ruined sissy and said: "Take her to doctor Jacobsen and get her patched

up." Two of the men stopped the bleeding in Roxy's crotch with a rag and

dragged her into a car. Just before they closed the door, Master Antwan

shouted after them. "And get him to pump up her tits. 52 DD at least!"

Then the car door closed and they drove off with the castrated

sissy-slave.



Jamie had watched in horror, but without moving an inch. He had pissed

on himself, but his hands were still clasped behind his back and his

feet had not moved an inch. Neither Master Antwan nor any of his men had

paid even the slightest bit of attention to him and they displayed

absolutely no interest as they walked away, leaving him in the same

place Frank had put him, but now right beside a pool of blood and vomit.



Soon the street was empty, except for the other, now horrified, shemale

whores. They were all no doubt the property of Master Antwan and the

castration had undoubtedly also been a display of power for them to see.

They kept a healthy distance to Jamie as they strutted their stuff.

Occasionally a car pulled up and one of the whores got in. The cars also

cruised past Jamie at slow speed, but when they saw the sign and the

pool of blood right next to him they sped off.



After a couple of hours it began to rain and soon Jamie was soaked. It

became very cold for the naked slave boy, who now stood shivering with

chattering teeth. The only good thing about it was that it washed away

the traces of Master Antwan's display of power.



Evening became night and still the rain fell on the paralyzed slave. The

shemale whores had retreated into doorways and only came out if cars

cruised by at low speed. Jamie had been standing at the curb for at

least seven hours when a police car cruised by. Jamie's heart leapt and

hope filled him once again, but he was too cautious and too cowed to

move his feet or to use his hands. As the police cruiser pulled up, this

proved to be a good thing. The window of the car was rolled down and a

chubby white face looked out at him and his sign. The police man took it

all in, turned to his partner and said something before the car took of

with a howl of laughter.



Finally, in early hours of the morning and with the rain still pouring

down, a huge limousine and a big, black van pulled up and as the window

of the limousine slid down Jamie could see Master sitting inside. He had

lost. Master had come to get him and he was never going to let him go.

Jamie felt a brief and perverse moment of pride when he saw that Master

had a grim smile of satisfaction on his face, clearly satisfaction that

his slave had remained in place. Two large men came out of the van

following the limousine. One carried an umbrella which he opened right

before the limousine door opened and Master got out. The man held the

umbrella so that it covered Master, but not Jamie. Master took in his

shivering slave boy and spoke briefly: "It may be possible to train even

a useless shit like you." Then turning to the two men he continued:

"Take him and wait for me at the van."



The man not holding the umbrella moved quickly and exceedingly

efficiently and even if Jamie had tried to resist it was highly doubtful

if it would have made any difference. In a matter of minutes his arms

and hands had been sealed inside a white, rubber armbinder tied so

tightly that his elbows touched. A massive white ballgag was forced into

his mouth and then he was taken to the van. As the backdoors opened he

stopped in shock. Inside the van, sitting on benches along the sides,

torsos, legs and feet strapped to the van, were at least ten other slave

boys dressed and tied exactly as he was. The fact that Master had

seemingly taken so many at once and was subjecting them to the same

treatment at the same time, because he had to assume that these slave

boys had been through the same things he had, boggled his mind.



He was so shocked that he didn't even notice the men strapping him down

and soon he sat with the others, waiting for whatever terrible fate

Master had in mind for them. On the floor of the van were two more

slaves. These were tied up just like Jamie and the others, but seemed

much more desperate. Whereas Jamie and the others sat docilely awaiting

their fate, these two struggled futilely against their bonds, crying and

begging behind their gags. The reason for their desperation became

apparent as Master came to the backdoor. Sharing the shelter under his

umbrella was now Master Antwan. The two slaves on the floor were pulled

to their feet and as he handed them over Master explained: "They tried

to run. This can of course not be tolerated." Master Antwan made an

understanding sound as he looked at the two slaves put before him. "I

understand that you are about to make one of your special movies,

Antwan?" Master asked. "Indeed I am, Robert," Master Antwan answered,

"and I think it most appropriate that these two are excellent candidates

to star in it. It'll be a long and painful shoot my bitches, but at

least you'll have the pleasure of extended and very, very realistic

strangulations, which I understand both of you love." The two runaways

screamed behind their gags as Master Antwan's men took them away as

Master and Master Antwan laughed. "It's been a pleasure, Robert," Master

Antwan said as they shook hands, "I'll keep a lookout for more

candidates for you." The last sentence was accompanied by a glance at

the bound slave boys in the van, suggesting that more than one of them

had been picked out for Master's attention by Master Antwan.



With that the two masters said their goodbyes and shut the door to the

terrified slaves, who were then left in darkness. Jamie then felt the

van accelerate as they drove off. By now he was almost numb with terror

and completely paralyzed. His will to flee had been removed and although

the prospect of a lifetime of slavery loomed before him, he no longer

thought he could escape.



The drive took a long time, during which there was complete and utter

silence among the slaves in the van. It was as if no one dared even sob

or breathe loudly. Finally the van came to a halt and the doors were

opened. The two men came in and began removing the straps securing them

to the van after which the slaves were lined up outside the van. There

were no attempts at escape and Master was nowhere around. Jamie was one

of the first ones out of the van and he tried to see where he was.

Although it was very dark, he did manage to make out that they were

standing at what looked like the back entrance to a very large house, or

more accurately a castle-like structure.



When all the slave boys were out of the van, they were led into the

house and into a small room with no windows and a cement floor. There

was no light in the room, at least not one that was turned on and the

slaves stood close right inside the door looking bewildered at the dark

and completely bare room. One of the men said: "Goodnight, bitches.

Sleep tight." He then chuckled before closing the door and plunging the

room into complete darkness. The darkness was complete, not even a tiny

ray of light creeping under the door. Jamie couldn't see anything, but

he clearly felt the smooth bodies of the slaves standing next to him. A

few could be heard uttering muffled sounds behind their gags and at

least one was crying, but even after an extended period of time had his

eyes had not adjusted enough to see anything. The darkness really was

complete.



Eventually the slaves got tired and one or two tried to sit. This

resulted in a domino effect and soon they had all fallen over and lay in

large tangle of bound bodies, smooth legs and stiletto-clad feet. But

all were tired and needed to rest and even if there wasn't enough room

for all of them on the floor and everyone had someone else resting

against them, many, including Jamie simply fell asleep bound and gagged

lying against his fellow slaves on a cold cement floor.



Chapter 5

Jamie was neither prepared for nor rested when the light

suddenly came on and a voice blared through hidden speakers that it was

time for them to wake. A groan, or more like a whimper, went through the

mass of enslaved and feminized bitch-boys. Jamie felt moisture on his

cheek and as he looked up he caught the embarrassed look on the face of

the slave boy whose crotch he had been resting in. The slave's chastity

device dripped pre-cum and Jamie could see his cock straining against

its imprisonment.



Then the door was opened and two huge men began pulling the slave boys

to their feet. In a matter of minutes the all stood in the hallway,

shivering and afraid. An order was given and the slaves were marched

off. After a bit of walking they were led into what was unmistakably a

dungeon. It was huge and from the looks of the rack and shelves filled

with torture equipment, it was also terrifyingly well-equipped. It was

clearly Master's private dungeon and Jamie had no doubt that he would

spend far too much time in it. The column of slaves was brought to a

halt after which the two men placed the slaves kneeling in a

semi-circle. The slaves offered no resistance whatsoever and the job was

quickly done. Jamie knelt at the far right end of the semi-circle and as

such had the chance to count the number of new slaves. Counting himself

there were twelve new slaves in the semi-circle.



Twelve new slave boys. Twelve young men who had presumably all been

selected and trained for to be Master's property. And these were only

the ones who had made it this far. Jamie remembered the two slaves from

the night before and wondered how many had been dropped before that

moment. It was staggering and absolutely terrifying.



Jamie's thoughts were interrupted as Master van der Graf entered the

room. With him came three slaves, but for the moment Jamie's was too

preoccupied with Master to see the others properly. Master was not a man

to mince with words and so he began straightaway: "Stupid, worthless,

pathetic bitch-boys," he bellowed to the cowering slave boys. "You exist

for one thing and one thing only: to please me." Master looked at all

the slaves and the continued: "You are here for one thing: the race to

become my new favorite slave." This got the attention of all the slave

boys and although no one looked up Jamie could feel the tension rising

among them.



"If you should win, you will take the place of Manuel here." Master

indicated a slave boy standing on his left hand side, his head demurely

bowed. As Jamie saw the slave boy he gasped behind his gag, as did all

the other slave boys. Manuel was a slight and very sexy young man

completely hairless, bald with only hair in his eyebrows and fine,

smooth skin. Or at least it would have been smooth if it hadn't been for

the many marks of systematic torture: old bruises and scars competed for

the space on his skin. But that wasn't what scared Jamie and the others.

No, the scars were the least of it. Manuel had no arms. His shoulders

were smooth and looked almost as if he had never had any arms. Almost.

He was naked except for his chastity device and a pair of fierce ballet

boots reaching all the way up to his knees. They were shiny and black

and looked at least two sizes too small, with a heel of nine inches or

more. They were so small in fact that they hadn't been put on like

regular boots, but rather assembled on Manuel's feet by bringing the

upper and lower half of the boot together around his leg and the

securing them in place with severe looking clasps. The effect was a very

sexy and very severe compression of the foot and leg and wonderful

posture for the armless slave.



His waist was compressed too, by a surprisingly narrow corset, which

constricted his waist down to an almost absurd diameter. Jamie guessed,

correctly, that Manuel would have to breathe in small, shallow gasps.



Manuel stood absolutely still at his owner's side, not even wearing a

collar. The reason for the absence of a collar was apparent in the

severe bruising, both by rope and by hand, around his neck. Master's

favorite was obviously subjected to severe breathplay on a regular

basis.



Manuel was devastatingly sexy and as Jamie noticed a single drop of

pre-cum glistening on the tip of his chastity device, Manuel probably

thought that his position was desirable, even if he had no arms.



The fact that Manuel's position was to be preferred over any of the

other positions "offered" by Master was confirmed as he continued: "If

you fail to take Manuel's place you might be lucky enough to end up like

number 59 here." An involuntary whine of terror went through the

forcibly assembled contestants as number 59 stepped forward.



Number 59 was a faceless rubber doll and a severely restrained one at

that. On his feet were tiny, black, ankle-high stiletto boots with

seven-inch heels. The whole rest of him, save for a few, small,

strategically placed holes, was covered in thick, white rubber. Like

Manuel, number 59's waist was compressed by a small, black corset as was

his neck, but other than that every square-inch of his body was covered

with red rubber, from his legs to the top of his head and all the way

out to the tips of his fingers. On his forehead, his chest and his back

the words: "Slave #59" were printed in black. His ankles were connected

by a chain of no more than six inches, as were his wrists and the chain

connecting his wrists was secured to a chain around his waist.



The suit had tiny holes at his nostrils and an opening at his mouth, but

this opening had been plugged by a giant, black penis-gag. His eyes were

hidden behind smoked glass lenses, which were an integral part of his

suit. The biggest opening in the suit was at his crotch where it could

be seen that his ass was plugged by a something so big that a handle

almost a full foot in length stuck out. All of this was terrifying in

itself, but what made the slave boys scream was number 59's genitals, or

rather lack thereof. Number 59 had been castrated and the space once

occupied by his balls had been taken up by a massive steel slave-ring.

His cock, now tiny and limp, was held and compressed by a small steel

tube, which was held in place by two steel rods piercing number 59's now

useless cock. Number 59's cock had been pierced through the head and a

heavy steel ring carrying a one pound lead weight for good measure hung

from it.



While keening in terror along with the other new slaves, Jamie wondered

how number 59 might possibly be considered lucky. Master answered the

question for him: "If you displease me, however, you will share a fate

similar to this bitch." The third slave was pushed forward, landing at

Master's feet. His feet were clad in stilettos, but other than that he

was completely naked. His arms were tied in a very severe back-prayer, a

binding they would never recover from since they had been tied using

barbed wire. Where the barbed wire didn't cut into the flesh it had

turned blue from being tied too tightly for too long. He was gagged with

what looked like a dirty rag and his entire body was covered fresh

bruises and welts. It looked like he had been whipped with just about

everything Jamie could think of, including barbed wire.



But he was still alive and he was scrambling desperately to kiss

Master's boots, to plead and beg him. Master ignored him at first and

instead turned to Manuel: "Blowjob," he simply said to his armless

favorite. Instantly Manuel dropped to his knees in front of Master and

began opening Master's trousers with his mouth, a task made even more

difficult by the fact that he had no teeth. Manuel, however, had had

plenty of practice and soon his soft lips enveloped Master's huge cock.

A look of pure blissful submission was painted on his face as he sucked

his owner's cock eagerly.



His cock inside Manuel's soft and talented mouth Master turned his

attention to the beaten and tortured slave in front of him. Taking his

time he stood him up and removed his gag, so that he could hear the

slave's pathetic begging. He didn't listen for long, however. With a

look of evil pleasure he closed both hands around the slave's throat and

began squeezing. Instantly the sound of begging stopped and the slave's

feet began to move frantically. Soon the slave's stiletto-clad feet were

doing a desperate dance almost a foot off the ground as Master lifted

him up while he squeezed. The slave boy's struggling reached a frantic

peak, his feet kicking wildly, hitting Manuel in the head and back. This

didn't stop his devoted sucking and as Master's pleasure mounted, so the

slave's struggles began to subside. His frantic kicking became weak

twitching and as his feet twitched for the last time he lost control of

his bladder and bowel. At that moment Master came and Manuel was quick

to push his head as far down over his owner's cock as he could, making

sure that he swallowed everything he was given. His orgasm over Master

threw the dead slave away and had Manuel close his fly before getting up

and taking up position right behind him.



Jamie and all the other new slaves were absolutely terrified and more

than one, including Jamie, had pissed themselves with fear. All waited

in terror for Master's next words. First, however, Master called for

number 59 who scampered over as fast as his hobbled feet would allow.

Without speaking a word Master removed number 59's penis gag, which

proved to be both outrageously long and wide. Number 59 knew what was

expected of him and he dropped to his knees as gracefully as the chain

connecting his ankles would allow, which wasn't very graceful, more like

a nasty fall. He then leaned forward and began licking the floor clean,

not only eating the shit and piss from the now dead slave, but also the

piss spilled by the terrified newcomers.



Only when number 59 had finished cleaning the floor and was once again

standing behind Master, his gag strapped securely in place, did Master

speak: "You exist only to please me; nothing else," he said, "remember

that always. If you are very, very good you might replace Manuel, but

you will have to prove that you are a better cocksucker, have a more

inviting ass and that you are a better slave than him in order for that

to happen." Jamie swallowed involuntarily. Having seen the superbly

graceful and skilled slave boy in action Jamie thought that was nearly

impossible. "If you fail at that you might be good enough to become one

of my devoted house-slaves, like number 59," Master continued, "but you

will have to be very skilled and obedient to be allowed to join them."

The prospect of becoming a castrated rubber-slave as a reward for good

behavior was hard to swallow, but the alternative Master outlined was

even worse: "If you fail at both your fate will be like the bitch I just

strangled. Only you can't expect to get off that easily. Be good,

bitches."



With this final admonishment, Master left his new batch of slave boys in

a state of acute fear. All of them, including Jamie, thought that the

best they could hope for was to become a castrated, shit-eating

rubber-bitch, a fate none thought attractive in the least way. Only it

was far better than the alternative most thought. None thought they

would be able to best or even match Manuel.



Chapter 6

After Master left the dungeon, his men came to prepare the

slave boys for their new lives. The first step was to remove all of

their body hair - permanently, something achieved with the application

of a very nasty smelling crčme. Jamie was convinced that the crčme would

burn his skin, but when it was rinsed off, his skin was smooth and

hairless and it remained that way. The slaves were then fitted with

their new uniform: white, ankle-high stiletto boots, with a seven-inch

metal heel. They were much, much too small and hurt Jamie's feet

horribly, but still he loved them. Jamie couldn't admit to himself

loving most of what was done to him, but he had to admit that he loved

wearing heels, the higher the heel, the better; the smaller and finer

the shoe, the better. When he felt them squeezing his feet in a

deliciously painful manner, his imprisoned cock once again strained

against it's cage.



Next came a corset. It was made from steel reinforced leather and

extended from just below his ribs, to just above his hips. When it had

been tightened Jamie's breathing had been reduced to labored gasps. Then

a collar was secured around his neck. It was more of a neck corset

really, again from steel reinforced, white leather and it kept Jamie's

chin up and insured that he only looked straight ahead. A large steel

ring dangled down the front.



Finally his ankles were connected by a chain no more than eight inches

long and his wrists, which had been fitted with semi-permanent manacles,

were secured to steel rings in the sides of the corset.



Jamie was somewhat surprised that he was left ungagged, but his surprise

soon turned to sheer horror as he was lined up in front of a dentist's

chair together with all the other new slave boys. One by one they were

strapped down in the chair and two of Master's men removed their teeth

none too gently. Like all the new slaves Jamie cried and whimpered with

horror and just like the others he was far too afraid to run or even

object. Soon he too stood in the line of crying, toothless slave boys.

Their mouths were rinsed with a liquid closing and disinfecting the

wounds and then they were finally all gagged with huge penis gags made

from white rubber.



Thus prepared their training and selection began. The method employed by

Master and his men was simple and extremely brutal. The new slaves were

tested for a number of qualities: devotion, stamina, obedience and

endless variations of these themes.



Tests and training sessions for stamina were invariably outrageously

brutal, painful and protracted: electrical torture to the most sensitive

parts of the body a favorite of Master's. In one such test Jamie was

placed on his back on a metal "horse", a bar about two feet long and

eight inches wide. It stood on four sturdy steel legs or posts and Jamie

was placed so that his back was supported only by eight inches of steel.

His arms and legs were secured so that his arms were tied to the posts

closest to his ass and his legs to the posts closest to head. The

position was strenuous and painful in itself, but that was far from the

end it. Large alligator clamps with strong springs were placed around

his balls, making him scream in pain. He didn't scream for long,

however, as Master forced his giant cock down Jamie's throat and began

fucking his face, deep and hard.