A new batch of stallions
by 2NN
This story is not for the faint of heart. If you are a minor or do not
like depictions of male homosexual behavior or extreme S&M, stop reading
now.
This story is sort of a sequel to my story "Stallions" and follows
Master Dave as he captures and trains a new pair of ponies.
Prologue
Master Dave had been watching Ben and Thomas for a couple of
weeks and he was now ready to grab them. Ben and Thomas were perfect.
Neither had any family; neither had any real friends and both had crummy
jobs where no one would miss them. To make matters perfect they lived
together in one of those huge apartment buildings where no one notices
their neighbors. Master Dave could make them disappear without the
slightest problem.
Master Dave had been looking for a new pair of ponies for a few months
now, ever since Ro-Ro and Tan-Tan had been worn out. His eyes had fallen
on Ben and Thomas at one of the gyms he worked out in. Master Dave
worked out in as many different gyms as possible just to see if there
were any potential slaves among the bodybuilding crowd at these places.
So far his success had been spectacular. Almost all of his bodybuilder
type slaves had been spotted at the gyms. Most of the slaves Master Dave
caught were gay, more or less repressed. It was the same for Ben and
Thomas. They lived in a homosexual relationship, sharing bed as well as
apartment, but to the outside world they pretended to be just good
friends sharing an apartment for economic reasons. Not that it fooled
many. Master Dave had noticed the looks both Ben's and Thomas's
co-workers cast in their direction. They knew.
Ben and Thomas had no social life to speak of outside the gym and even
at the gym it was very limited. They went straight from work to the gym,
where they worked out for a couple of hours each day, only exchanging
nods and curt greetings with the other bodybuilders there. After the
workouts they went home, ate and watched TV together. Just like so many
ordinary couples did. Master Dave didn't understand why they didn't just
get out of the damn closet. It wasn't like no one knew and while some
would probably mind those people already had them pegged as "fucking
homos". Not that Master Dave cared about this. He had already planned
the future for the two lovers and it held nothing but pain and
humiliation. Ben and Thomas were perfect for many reasons, mostly
because both were very good-looking guys with near-perfect bodies,
meticulously trained, but their self-imposed isolation also made them
perfect, since no one would miss them.
There was one other thing, which Master Dave had found out while he had
observed them through the hidden cameras he had mounted throughout their
apartment that made them more attractive to him: They fucked like
rabbits. Ben and Thomas were among the most sexually active people he
had ever encountered. Or rather among the most sexually active he had
encountered outside the compound or in the dungeons around the country.
Ben and Thomas did it whenever they got the chance: when they woke up,
while taking their morning shower, before leaving the apartment, when
they stepped inside the door after their work-out, while cooking, after
dinner, while watching TV, while doing the dishes, while preparing to go
to bed and sometimes several times during the night. Sometimes they even
snuck out during their lunch break to fuck in a public toilet. Master
thought it was quite something and it would make it easier to control
and to punish them once he had caught them.
Master Dave struck Friday night, just as they had closed the door to the
apartment behind them. By remote control he triggered a canister of
sleeping gas he had hidden in their apartment. The gas was odorless and
colorless and neither Ben nor Thomas knew what hit them as they fell to
the floor unconscious. Master Dave then entered their apartment using
the key he had stolen off Thomas one afternoon. Thomas had just thought
he had dropped it and stupidly neither had thought to change the locks.
Once inside the first thing Master Dave did, was to inject a strong
sedative into each of the unconscious men. Then he opened the windows
and when he was sure the gas had disappeared he removed his gasmask.
Going through the apartment meticulously he removed all the surveillance
equipment he had installed and tidied the place up. In the morning he
would call a moving company using Ben's name. The company would then
pack up Ben's and Thomas's belongings, put them in a storage container
to be shipped overseas. Along the way Master Dave would make sure that
the belongings disappeared. The movers would know only that Ben had
called them and Ben would pay them using his credit card. Everyone would
assume that Ben and Thomas, who most people knew or suspected were
lovers, had chosen to move out of the country together. End of story.
Master Dave now opened his kitbag and began preparing his two new slaves
for transport. First he cut away their clothes, making sure to gather
all the pieces in a garbage bag. Second he sealed their hands in black,
rubber mittens. These squeezed their hands into useless cone-like
shapes. Then he put thick and broad, black, leather collars around their
necks. To the collars he secured the two new slave's hands, now tied in
a most painful backprayer. He finished tying up their hands by strapping
their elbows in so that they lay against their backs. Next he gagged the
two slaves using huge, black rubber ball gags before sealing their heads
inside thick and very tightly fitting, black rubber hoods, leaving only
their nostrils free. Turning his attention to their feet, he put
high-heeled boots on them; boots made from hard, shiny, black plastic
with stilettos six-inches high. Although Master Dave wasn't into women,
he did admire their footwear, especially what stilettos did for body
posture. They had the added benefit of being hopelessly impractical to
run or even walk fast in, so anyone wearing such boots was instantly
made a bit more helpless. Finally he strapped their legs together at
their knees and ankles.
Now he was ready to transport them to the compound, the secret place he
and other masters owned, a sanctuary for brutally sadistic men,
protected at the highest level by the authorities. First he checked that
no one was in the hallway before slinging Ben over his shoulder and
carrying him down the stairs to his car, discretely parked in a dark
corner of the parking basement. No one bothered taking the stairs since
the building had an elevator and they lay deserted. At his car he opened
the truck and threw Ben inside. He quickly secured Ben to the bottom of
the trunk using heavy cargo straps and soon it was completely impossible
for Ben to even move.
Getting Thomas out of the apartment proved just as easy and it wasn't
until he had secured him tightly that there was a spot of trouble.
Master Dave had positioned his car so that it could be seen from as few
places in the basement as possible but of course it could be seen from
some spots. Just as Master Dave stood up two young men came into the
basement and could clearly see right into his trunk. Both reacted with
shocked silence and Master Dave immediately realized that he had to act.
Wasting no time he ran straight towards them and suddenly they realized
that they had to try to escape. They were too slow. Master Dave quickly
caught up with them and although they tried to put up a fight, he was
too big, too strong and too well prepared. In his pocket he always
carried around a can of sedative gas and in seconds the two unlucky
young men lay unconscious on the cement floor.
To avoid more trouble he quickly threw them into the trunk and drove to
a dark secluded spot nearby to decide what to do. They were just coming
around so he sprayed their faces once more and looked them over. The
unlucky boys looked to be about twenty-two or twenty-three, clean-cut
college students. Neither was very tall and both were quite slight of
build with fine, slightly soft features.
Master Dave already had two slave boys (also unlucky former college
students), but both were now perfectly trained, completely obedient and
docile, as all the resistance they had had in them had long since been
punished out of them. Actually they had been getting a little boring
lately, providing no slip-ups to punish. Now he had two young men who
looked like they could be trained to be his next batch of slave boys. An
opportunity like this was too good to pass up. His two current slave
would fetch a nice price and it was much more fun torturing a slave into
shape than merely having an obedient little slut obeying your every
command. Master Dave usually never trained a pair of house-slaves while
also training a pair of ponies since the workload was that much bigger,
but he had been a little bored of late, in search of a challenge.
Of course their disappearance could prove to be a problem, not being as
well prepared as that of Ben and Thomas who would just vanish without
anyone noticing, but that could be handled too. First Master Dave
stripped them, then he drugged them and then he tied them up in exactly
the same way as he had tied Ben and Thomas up. It was good that he
believed in proper preparation and in redundancy. It meant that he had
brought twice as much equipment as had been needed for the original
snatch. It had come in handy. Finally he strapped them into the trunk,
once again marveling at how much space there really was in his car.
This task done, he got into his car and inspected their wallets. Jonah
aged 23 and from his student identity card a law student at the local
university was the pretty white boy who was the last one of them he had
tied up. Elijah aged 24 was an English major. Elijah was a gorgeous
black boy, who looked so suitable for slave duty that Master Dave would
have considered grabbing him in any case. With this information he
called his connection deep inside the law enforcement community and gave
her the details. The woman promised to get back quickly.
Master Dave hadn't even driven an hour when she called back. The news
was good, very good. Jonah was a very promising law student, but with a
poor attendance record. He was an orphan and had gotten a full
scholarship. While he was considered brilliant, a young man with a
promising future, he was also considered unstable. There would be no
problems convincing people that he had just packed his bags and left. As
for Elijah, the news was even better. He too was a star student and he
too had lost his parents. Jonah had never known his whereas Elijah had
lost his only the year before. No one would miss them. Improving the
plausibility of Elijah's disappearance was the fact that he was an
aspiring writer; someone everyone thought would do great things, but who
also had displayed a great deal of independence. No one would be
surprised if he went missing. In both cases all Master Dave had to do
was to set the stage properly and everyone would think their
disappearance completely normal.
Master Dave laughed as he drove up Dr. Jacobsen's clinic to deliver the
two soon to be slave boys. Things were working out perfectly. While they
had their hair and their teeth removed, something that would take a day
or two, he had time to stage their disappearance and start preparing the
soon to be ponies. It was going to be great.
