Jamie was now in great pain; his back felt like it was breaking and his

balls were being crushed, but the presence of Master's cock in his mouth

and throat focused Jamie's mind. Since arriving in Master's dungeon

Jamie had undergone a change. He no longer thought of escape or of how

short and brutal his life was going to be. He now focused entirely on

how he could please Master best. And he absolutely loved sucking

Master's magnificent cock. Since seeing Manuel please Master

cock-sucking had become an obsession for Jamie. Not only did he strive

to replace Manuel, the fear of castration was always with him as it

indeed was with all the new slave boys, but he had found that having

Master's cock in his mouth was intensely pleasurable for him even if he

was unable to cum. He was beginning to love Master and was already well

on his way to being supremely grateful for being captured and abused.



Meanwhile Master's cock pumped in and out of Jamie's throat, cutting his

breath off for quite long periods of time. This invariably made him

thrash and twitch as he became ever more desperate for air and the

thrashing only made his position worse. To make matters worse Master had

picked up a large wooden paddle and was now using it to beat Jamie's

balls in rhythm with his strokes in and out of Jamie's mouth and throat;

every time Master had pushed his cock all the way in a blow would land

on Jamie's exposed balls and every time Master had pulled his cock

almost all the way out and stood ready for another thrust, a new blow

would fall. After just two blows the pain became unbearable and Jamie

began screaming a squirming beneath his owner, while still making sure

to keep his lips and tongue on Master's cock at all times.



Jamie's world narrowed down to the intense pain in his balls in

particular and his whole body in general on one side and the intense

pleasure of being allowed to blow his Master on the other.



Unable to focus on anything else but this combination of pleasure and

pain, Jamie's affection for his owner grew and he actually tried to keen

with delight as Master's load filled his mouth and throat, almost

drowning him. Jamie took great pride in the fact that he had managed to

swallow all of his owner's load, not spilling a single drop.



As Master withdrew it was to the sound of profuse thank-you's from his

slave boy. Gratitude, however, was secondary to Master whereas the

ability to take pain, while still screaming and squirming properly was

of much great priority. So while Jamie babbled his devotion out, Master

connected the alligator clamps on Jamie's balls to a generator and as he

turned on the power, sending current through Jamie's balls, Jamie's

babbling turned to desperate screaming and his squirming turned to

thrashing and jerking.



Then the current was cut off and Jamie's screams again turned to inane

babbling only to turn into screaming again as Master began whipping his

slave boy's front with a rawhide strap, systematically covering his

front with angry, red welts. After that he used electricity once again

before he finally stopped. There was, however, no relief for Jamie as

three of Master's men took over, switching between fucking his face and

punishing him. They kept this up for hours, until Jamie's voice broke

and he fainted.



There were endless punishments and equally endless and brutal fuckings,

all part of Master's testing and selection program. When Jamie and the

other weren't undergoing some particular test or punishment that had to

do with their selection, they functioned as house slaves and followed

the silent, faceless, sexless and rubberized slaves around, doing what

they did. Jamie never heard any of the house slave emit any other sound

than small, breathless moans and soon Jamie began to suspect, correctly,

that all of them had had their vocal cords removed. Jamie never saw any

of their faces either and indeed the only uncovered part of any of the

house slaves that he saw, was their open mouths and on occasion a

glimpse of buttock when the brutal plugs were retracted. The house

slaves lived as silent and faceless rubberized ghosts endlessly used and

abused and never acknowledged.



Jamie counted ten of them in all, their numbers ranging from 42 to 67.

There was no indication of what had happened to the missing numbers but

Jamie could easily guess. Pictures of Master strangling rubberized

slaves, holding his cock down their throats until they stopped twitching

or simply fucking them to death flashed before his inner eye.



The house slaves did all the domestic work around the house and one of

their functions was being a toilet and toilet paper. For one week at a

time a house slave would be shoved down a transparent plastic tube, have

his head tilted upwards and a funnel inserted into his mouth. For a full

week he would then function as the communal toilet, servicing both

Master and all of his men, eating only shit and drinking only urine.

After a week he would be shifted to another tube, this time with his

head sticking out and his mouth left ungagged so that he could lick the

asses of the ones who had just used the toilet clean. After a week of

this he would then be shifted back to less disgusting duties and a new

one would take his place.



When it was Jamie's turn to function as a toilet he nearly cracked, but

already his conditioning was nearly unbreakable. He docilely accepted

his assignment and after a few minutes he was locked inside a plastic

tube completely unable to move. He looked straight up through the clear,

glass funnel that was the toilet and which was locked into his throat.



Eating shit was easily the most disgusting and degrading thing he had

ever done. He had been reduced to an object; forced into a painfully

cramped position where his mouth was constantly filled with shit. Master

or any other man taking a dump would look down at him with scorn as he

dropped his pants. Then Jamie's world would go dark as Master's ass

blocked out most of the light and then warm and revolting shit would

fall into his mouth and he would be forced to swallow all if it. Many

times several of Master's men would take up position around the toilet

and take a leak in his mouth at the same time. In the beginning Jamie

came close to drowning a few times, but by the end of the week he had

become an expert at gulping down the disgusting, salty liquid.



After a week he was let out of the tube for a brief period of time, just

long enough to exercise his joints a bit before he was once again

stuffed into a tube, this time as a piece of barely human toilet paper.

While not quite as disgusting as his duties as a toilet, Jamie time as

toilet paper was intensely degrading, perhaps even more degrading as his

duties as a toilet. As toilet paper he was faced with an endless parade

of asses which he then had to lean into and give the best licking he

could possibly produce. When the ass was as clean as he could possibly

get it, he had to thank the man who's shit he had just eaten.



If Jamie hadn't already been thoroughly broken the two weeks in the

toilet would have done. Now they merely reinforced his by now super

submissive personality and thus made him a better slave, or rather a

better object for Master's evil machinations.



Chapter 7

The twelve new slave boys didn't even know each other's names.

Speaking was strictly forbidden and impossible most of the time. The

slaves wore their uniforms 24/7 and this included the gags. The gags

even had small bore holes in them so that the slaves could be fed

through them. Only once a week was Jamie's uniform removed so that Jamie

could be washed thoroughly. This of course included a series of brutal

enemas, even more brutal than the three daily ones he had to endure.

Often Jamie would be filled up with water, his ass plugged so that he

couldn't expel the liquid, while he was forced to blow Master or several

of his men. This was extremely unpleasant, making Jamie sweat and moan

with exertion, something which of course only enhanced Master's

enjoyment of the scene.



At night the slave slept standing up so as to conserve space that could

be used for other and more worthy purposes, wider hallways for instance.

The slaves were led into a tiny room where a large number of dildos on

telescopic poles rose out of the floor. Jamie would be positioned over

one such dildo and the pole would rise until Jamie was properly impaled.

When the dildo was all the way in there was no way that Jamie could lift

himself off it. A chain hanging down from the ceiling would then be

secured to the back of his collar and he would be blindfolded and left

for the night. Jamie had no chance to talk to any of the other slave

boys at any time and he never knew any of their names, since they were

all just called dirty names by Master and everyone else. As he fell

asleep after yet another exhausting day of abuse and humiliation he

could heard the soft whimpers of his fellow slaves as they too drifted

off into their respective nightmares. Jamie's own nightmares, which were

probably about the same things as all the other slave's, were roughly

about two things: inadequacy and frustration. He dreamt about trying

desperately and failing to please Master, a type of dream which made him

deeply unhappy and which ha endless variations: failing to swallow all

of Master's load, not being a good enough shit-eater and so on. His

other main dream was always the same: Jamie, wearing only a pair of

stilettos and completely unrestrained, was standing on all fours as

Master took him from behind. Master's strokes were deep and hard and his

expert hands were stroking Jamie's rock-hard cock. In the dream Jamie

was moaning with pleasure, screaming out his love for the evil man who

was fucking him. A deep sense of well being flowed through Jamie as his

orgasm approached. Only he couldn't cum. No matter how hard he tried, no

matter how hard Master tried, Jamie could never cum in his dream and he

always woke up crying with frustration, futile and useless pre-cum

dripping from the cruel cage holding his cock.



Soon the twelve new slave boys were reduced in number. The first to go

was a slave who drowned in urine while serving his duty as a toilet and

only two weeks later another one drowned in the toilet, this time in

shit. Jamie saw this slave, shit standing several inches high in the

transparent funnel, the slave's lifeless eyes looking up through the

glass.



Two more were quickly eliminated from the race to become Master's new

favorite. These two were not deemed unworthy or disobedient. They were

good slaves, but obviously lacked that extra something required of

Master's favorite, so they were turned into house slaves. One day they

were taken away only to return a few weeks later as faceless, voiceless

rubber dolls, number 63 and 64.



This meant that they were down to eight slaves in the race, a number

that was soon reduced further.



Testing the slaves' stamina was a continuous process and one event

designed to test the slave boys was a gangbanging at Master's club.

Jamie was taken there along with another slave and strapped to a wooden

horse in the central punishment area. He lay across the length of the

horse, his hands and feet tied to the horse leaving free access to both

his ass and his mouth. A whip was placed on his back so that unhappy

"clients" could vent their anger immediately. Then the fucking began.

Jamie lost count after sixty blowjobs and since there were no windows

and no clocks in the dungeon, Jamie had no way of knowing for how long

he was fucked in both holes, but it felt like days. It felt like his ass

would never be able to close again and it felt like his jaw had been

dislocated and his tongue was numb.



When it finally stopped, Jamie's eyelids were glued together with dried

cum and a steady stream of primarily cum was leaking out of his ass. He

had trouble feeling his hands and feet and his body was coved with welts

and bruises, since everyone had seemed dissatisfied with something in

his performance - or at least they had pretended to be so that they

could whip him. Jamie's bonds were removed and he was dumped on the

floor, landing as limp as a doll. Then a stream of piss landed on his

face, washing away most of the cum. Just before he lost consciousness

from the exertion, Jamie's eyes fell on the other slave who had been

gangbanged. He was still tied to the horse and he was completely limp.

It was clear to Jamie that he had been fucked to death.



Jamie soon became a favorite among Master's men for his smooth and

willing mouth, but Master showed no signs of having picked a favorite

among the seven remaining slaves. This made Jamie desperate with

submissive lust. He longed to please Master; to be his favorite and he

tried oh so hard to please him with every little move he made. Master

showed no signs of noticing.



Not too long after Jamie's gang banging two more of the new slaves were

turned into house slaves, numbers 65 and 66. At the same time house

slaves number 57 and 63 were "retired". Jamie was strung up and a St.

Andrews cross, his genitals, desperate from months of forced abstinence,

a pincushion and his body a crisscross pattern of red welts, when number

57 was "retired". The slave followed Master docilely into the dungeon

and stood completely still as Master calmly announced that it had

reached the end of the line; that it was no longer useful. Number 57's

body tensed up and his feet did a tiny dance of desperation as he pissed

on the floor with fear. Although it was ungagged no sound escaped its

mouth, its vocal cords long since gone. At Master's nod it dropped to

its knees and licked up its own piss, before standing up to face Master

again.



While number 57 was on the floor Master had gotten a length of rope and

looped it around one of the beams near the ceiling. On one end was a

noose hanging freely while Master held the other end. Jamie could see

number 57 start when it saw the noose, but it was too well trained and

too harshly controlled to even try to escape. Master the looped the

noose around its neck and tightened it. He then pulled on the rope until

number 57 hung almost a foot off the ground, its feet twitching

uselessly. After watching this for a little while Master took out his

cock, making Jamie sigh with longing, and shoved it up number 57's ass,

lowering it onto his cock and reducing the pressure on its throat. He

took his property from behind, fucking number 57 vigorously while

playing with its breath. Number 57 twitched and danced like the puppet

it was; fucked and strangled for the enjoyment of Master. Strangling

number 57 was a prolonged affair, by finally, after what seemed to Jamie

like hours, the rubber doll hung limply from the rope around its neck, a

thin stream of Master's cum dribbling down the inside of its thigh.



Jamie was completely terrified, so terrified that he had briefly

forgotten about the torture he was being subjected to. As Master turned

his attention to him, hooking up the needles in Jamie's balls to an

electric generator, Jamie soon focused on his own situation. Number 57

now hung as an almost forgotten reminder of Jamie's own likely fate as

Jamie himself screamed and begged as electricity coursed through his

balls.



All five remaining slaves were now in a state of intense fear, fear even

deeper than when Jamie had realized for the first time what was his

likely fate. They all knew that the fate would be decided soon and that

it was supremely unlikely that either of them would replace Manuel at

Master's side. The armless favorite still followed master everywhere he

went, his head bowed in silent devotion, his mouth always ready and his

imprisoned cock constantly dripping frustrated pre-cum.



Jamie was there again as Master reduced the number of new slaves

further. Master was fucking a gorgeous black slave boy's head while

Jamie stood close by, holding Master's drink while he received the

blowjob. As he came he grabbed the slaves head tightly and showed his

cock as far down his throat as possible and held it there. At first the

slave didn't struggle, conditioned as he was to deepthroating people for

protracted periods of time, but soon he began to run out of air.

Involuntarily his limbs began to twitch and his eyes acquired a huge,

panicked look as he realized what was happening. Soon his struggles were

desperate, his eyes almost ready to pop out of his head and his face was

turning blue. As he lost bladder control and died, his feet drummed

unevenly against the floor and his bloodshot eyes stood out of a dark

blue face. Master spent a few minutes fucking the face of his dead slave

boy before shooting his load and dumping the useless and broken toy

unceremoniously on the floor. Then he looked towards Jamie, his eyes

more predatory than ever, sending a shiver of acute terror down Jamie's

spine. But Jamie was by now every bit as well-conditioned as he had

could be. As the other slave had died Jamie had remained stock still,

looking straight ahead making sure not spill any of Master's drink. As

Master now scrutinized him, looking for flaws in his conditioning, an

excuse to strangle Jamie too. Finding none, he instead grabbed his drink

and left the room, the ever devoted Manuel in tow. Jamie had narrowly

dodged the bullet. Master's bloodlust, however, had not been sated and a

couple of hours later Jamie saw Master's men remove the rubber-clad

corpse of number 65. It had been impaled, a huge steel rod forced into

its ass and out of its mouth. Number 65 was being carried away still

impaled on the pole, its lips closed around the pole as if it was

providing service.



Soon the number of slaves was down to two, Jamie and a sweet looking boy

of Asian decent. The two others had been turned into house slaves number

67 and 68. Jamie was clearly in the running to become Master's new

favorite, but he still had trouble believing that he could replace

Manuel.



Master was clearly not convinced either and so he subjected the two

remaining contenders to a barrage of new tests, many of them now

involving oral or anal service under extreme conditions, either while

they themselves were being tortured or while Master tortured others.

Jamie spent several weeks as a doggy slave sucking and fucking for all

he was worth, including two nights as a suck-puppy at Master's club.



When the decision finally came it was almost a letdown. Master simply

plunged needles into Jamie's and the other slave's shoulders and

announced that he had made a decision, but he didn't inform them of what

that decision was.



Jamie found out when he woke up in the very exclusive clinic Master used

for modifications on his slave's bodies. He woke up naked, strapped to

the bed, lying under a black rubber sheet. Unable to move anything but

his head, it took some time for him to decide what kind of slave he had

been turned into. Crying with joy he felt how pre-cum dribbled from his

imprisoned cock, smearing the inside of his thigh. He hadn't been

castrated! His arms were probably gone, but this meant that he was

Master's new favorite!



A nurse in a white rubber uniform with truly enormous tits came into the

room to check on him and when she pulled back the rubber cover Jamie saw

his own smooth and armless body, perfectly healed. Dimply he was aware

that he had probably been out for months while his body healed, but it

didn't matter much. He had been selected as Master's new favorite!



As if to confirm this Master entered the room as the nurse respectfully

retreated. In tow, as usual, was Manuel now looking decidedly miserable.

Master sat down on the bed and absentmindedly signaled to Manuel to

begin blowing him. As he talked to Jamie Manuel opened Master's trousers

and expertly began blowing him. "Well, Jamie," Master began, "I've

decided to make you my new favorite." A hopeless whimper escaped

Manuel's throat, something Master promptly reacted to by shoving his

cock as far down Manuel's throat as possible and keeping it there until

Manuel was nearly unconscious. Then he went on: "Being my favorite will

be much harder than anything you've endured during your training and

selection. You will not only constantly be held to a higher standard

than the rest of the slaves, and as such punished harder as well, but

being my favorite means not only being my favorite hole to fuck, but

also being my favorite torture doll." Now fear mingled with pride in

Jamie's increasingly devoted mind as Master finished: "Don't fail me.

You've seen what happens to slaves who fail me. I promise that if you

fail me in your capacity as favorite, it will seem like nothing compared

to what I'll do to you."



Jamie thanked Master profusely and promised to live up to the honor of

being favorite slave. To this Master nodded with a quiet smile and

slapped Jamie's face leisurely with one hand, while using the other to

fixate Manuel's head while he shot his load.



Jamie trailed his beloved Master closely, making sure always to be ready

for whatever he wanted, whether it was sucking, fucking, punishment or

shit eating. Jamie complied with a smile, relishing his role as Master's

favorite. Manuel was no more and now Jamie also knew how his own life

would end once Master found a better slave boy or simply tired of him.



Jamie's head and entire body was hairless, his mouth toothless (of

course) and naturally his ever excited member was imprisoned in a cage,

constantly secreting pre-cum in the futile hope of being allowed to cum.

His waist was compressed to an impossible degree and he had constant

breathing difficulties, something Master liked, being a devotee of

strangulation. His feet were compressed impossibly by his new ballet

boot with nine inch heels. Jamie's toenails had all been removed, but

still the boots were so small that when they had been put on for the

first time, almost all of the bones in Jamie's feet had broken. After

walking around on crushed feet for a month his feet had taken the shape

of the boot, but the boots were still very, very painful to wear. But

Jamie knew that it would get worse as Master had shown him three new

pairs of boots, getting progressively smaller. In time he would wear

each of them and each new pair would crush his feet all over.



Like his predecessor Jamie wore no collar. Instead a deep blue bruise

encircled his neck, the result of prolonged breathplay with a piece of

coarse rope. It had been a year since he had replaced Manuel and in that

time-span his body, like Manuel's before him, had been covered with

scars and semi-permanent bruises. Being Master's favorite meant bearing

the brunt not only of the fucking, but of the torture as well.



As Master came to a halt so did Jamie, making sure to stand at a

respectful distance behind his owner. As a matter of course he kept his

eyes down, but he couldn't help noticing that Master was addressing a

new batch of slaves, all tied up just like Jamie had been when he first

came here. Although Jamie had lost his sense of time a long time ago, he

guessed that it had been more than a year since he had knelt before

Master like these new slaves. That also meant that it had probably been

more than two years since he had last been allowed to cum. He

successfully suppressed a shiver at the thought. Jamie knew what his

only chance of cuming was and it was not an attractive option.



Epilogue

Jamie had successfully held on to his position as Master's

favorite for four years, but finally his time had come. Master had

picked a new favorite, a beautiful black boy who now stood before Jamie,

poised to take over his position.



Jamie was straddling a narrow, triangular steel beam. A huge dildo stood

up straight from it and Jamie was impaled on this. His feet didn't touch

the ground, but were tied to rings in the floor, putting an unbearable

pressure on Jamie's crotch area. His upper body was strapped to a steel

pole so the only bit of movement Jamie had left was the ability to shake

his head.



He was still corseted and his feet were still in their impossibly small

boots, but for the first time in years his cock was no longer

imprisoned. It stood straight out, twitching desperately.



On his knees right in front of Jamie was the new favorite slave. He had

been teasing Jamie's now liberated cock for more than twenty four hours

straight without letting Jamie cum. Meanwhile Master had appeared at

regular intervals to play with Jamie's breath, reducing him to a

frustrated, panicky wreck.



Now finally Jamie had come to the end of the line. Master stood beside

him as Jamie moved inexorably towards a glorious orgasm and as he saw it

coming in Jamie's eyes, his hands closed one last time around Jamie's

throat. Jamie jerked and spasmed as much as his bonds would allow him as

he struggled futilely, his movements becoming ever more erratic and his

bloodshot eyes moving further and further out of his face, which was

turning blue. The sounds of the world became faint and his vision

narrowed and the last thing he felt was the most glorious orgasm he had

ever had. His limbs twitched a little and Master's old favorite had been

retired.



THE END