Chapter 2
The next morning training started for the two new ponies.
First their genitals were sealed inside small, black rubber pouches,
which sat like small, black spheres attached to their crotches. This
insured that their cock wouldn't get in the way when running, just as it
also insured that they couldn't get hard, now adding frustration to the
fear and lust used to train them.
The first part of their training he would leave mostly to his
stable-hands, a couple of guys who would soon be fully trained masters
themselves. In the beginning it would mostly be basic walking training
and posture and there would be plenty of that later. In fact walking,
trotting and holding the correct body-posture were training lessons the
unfortunate pony boys would receive regularly for the rest of their
lives.
In the meantime Master would see to the two other slaves he had
acquired, Jonah and Elijah. When he arrived at the clinic their initial
transformation was already complete. Both were now completely toothless
and almost completely hairless. Some of his other slave boys had had all
their hair, including their eyebrows, removed, but Master had decided to
leave these two a little hair. They still had eyebrows and both had been
allowed to retain a thin, and closely cropped stripe of hair running
down the center of their heads, sort of a miniature Mohawk. The final
evil touch was the removal of their toenails.
The good doctor had tied them up according to Master's wishes and they
stood waiting for him. Their feet were sealed inside black, plastic
boots with four-inch platforms and eleven-inch, ultra-thin stilettos
made of steel. The boots were ankle-high and at least three sizes too
small, which combined with their wounded toes made the slave-boys cry
from the pain as they swayed uncertainly in their new and unfamiliar
footwear. As with the pony boys, their genitals had been sealed inside
an impossibly small bag, this one made from fine metal mesh, and sat as
a small, painful and frustrating ball in their crotch, inaccessible to
their own manipulations. Their hands were inside the same rubber mittens
as the ponies' were and around their necks were broad collars made from
shiny steel, welded in place and signaling the finality of their
slavery. There would be no escaping this man whom they would soon call
"Master". Their hands inside the mittens had been secured to their
collars. Finally their mouths, now smooth-gummed, had been filled with
jaw-wrenching, black ball-gags. They stood waiting for Master with wide
frightened eyes as they both cried from the pain in their feet, but both
stood with their feet together and with their backs perfectly straight,
looking down, as proper slaves should. Angry red welts on their buttocks
and thighs told Master that the good doctor had taught the little shits
a lesson in obedience. Good. They had better learn that they were the
lowest creeps on the planet and that everyone was better than them and
there was no reason why this lesson should be postponed.
Master walked around his two new slave boys, carefully inspecting their
bodies, feeling them up, poking and prodding them along the way. Both
started at his touch, squealing a little when his groping got brutal,
but both had already learned to stand still. It was quite impressive,
but Master knew that the doctor was a particularly brutal and efficient
master himself and even though his taste ran to very buxom women as
could be seen by his monstrously big-titted nurses, his touch with slave
boys was almost as sweet as with girls.
After inspecting the new slave boys and commenting to the doctor what a
fine job he had done on such useless material, Master attached leashes
to the collars of the slave boys and led them out to his car. Here he
strapped their legs together and threw them into the trunk of his car,
where he carefully strapped them to the floor, removing almost all their
freedom of movement. He encountered no resistance from either of the two
slave boys. Both were too frightened and both realized the hopelessness
of their situation. There was no immediate hope of escape and both
desperately wanted to escape the doctor.
In the darkness of the trunk Elijah struggled with himself. Standing in
his new painful footwear, tied up and helpless, he had actually begun to
feel sexy in spite of the pain. He had told himself that he was just
confused and he had almost been successful. At least until he laid eyes
on his friend Jonah. He had always cared a great deal for Jonah, but had
never thought of himself as a homosexual. But when he saw Jonah tied up
brutally and wearing those sexy boots, Elijah could no longer deny his
feelings. He was overwhelmed by a desire to rub against him, to kiss
him, to fuck him. The feeling was so powerful that he couldn't hold
back. He was just about to rub playfully against Jonah when the doctor
had entered the room and taught them how to behave. The punishment was
yet another massive surprise for Elijah. Again he found himself
responding very differently to the whipping than he would have expected.
He didn't actually like the blows and he also disliked the pain
intensely, but the feeling of being owned and controlled turned him on
so much. By the time they both stood sobbing, his cock was straining
against it's mesh cage, crying for attention. And it didn't end there.
When Master arrived and inspected them, Elijah just barely managed not
to groan with lust as Master's hands ran over his body. He had never
even suspected this about himself, but already after two days Elijah
knew that he was born to be slave and that Master would get only token
resistance from him. The realization filled him with a mixture of
despair and lust since he now knew that Master would have no problems
with him. If Master tried releasing him now, he would probably crawl
back and beg to be enslaved.
It was very different for Jonah. He hated everything that had been done
to him intensely, but even he couldn't deny that there was something
sexy in the situation when Master inspected him. It was sick and
twisted, but the feeling of sex had been palpable when Master had run
his hands down Jonah's back. Jonah had also noticed that Elijah was
reacting very differently to his capture. To Jonah, Elijah had always
been just a friend. A very good friend, but nothing more. Now he had
seen the looks Elijah had cast his way and now he knew that Elijah would
probably rather think of him as a lover than as a friend. And that
wasn't all. Elijah looked like he had actually enjoyed the whipping the
cruel doctor had given them. Even though he cried it looked like he just
wanted to beg for more. This scared Jonah badly, but not nearly as much
as the uncertainty of his situation. Master had already done terrible
things to them and Jonah had the distinct feeling that this was only the
beginning.
Jonah was all too correct in his assumption. Once inside the compound
and inside his home, Master had the two new slave boys kneel before him
as he explained their situation: "You two worthless little shits are now
my property," he started, "and there is nothing you can do to change
this. I control every little aspect of your useless little lives."
Master allowed the words to sink in before continuing: "And since I am
the one in charge, I have decided to give you new names." Pointing at
Elijah he said: "From now on your name will be Bimbo." Then he turned to
Jonah and said: "And I think that an appropriate name for you will be
Toy." Master chuckled a little at this. He had seen the looks the black
slave who was now called Bimbo had cast the other one and had gotten an
idea. Toy would be a very appropriate name for the little white slave.
As Bimbo and Toy sat and tried to comprehend what was happening, they
heard two sets of stiletto heels clicking across the wooden floor in
perfect unison. Coming up beside Master were two perfectly trained slave
boys; the slave boys Bimbo and Toy were to replace. It was a pair of
twins, completely hairless, without even eyebrows, with delicate fair
skin and soft brown eyes. They wore the same type of ankle-high boots as
Bimbo and Toy: four-inch platforms with eleven-inch ultra-thin
stilettos. The genitals were sealed inside the same kind of pouch and
this was just covered by tiny, white rubber aprons edged with mock-lace
also made of rubber. Around their necks were shiny steel collars, welded
in place, but other than that they had no bonds and didn't wear gags.
Their bodies were smooth and looked soft and somehow oiled and their
lips were big and slightly parted in a sexy invitation to a blowjob.
Neither Bimbo nor Toy doubted that they were smooth-gummed as well.
When they reached Master they knelt in perfect unison and kissed
Master's shoes as a greeting. After kissing his shoes they remained
kneeling, their heads pressed to the ground, eagerly awaiting their
owner's command. "Stand up, you useless shits." he barked and the two
perfectly trained slave boys stood up, put their hands behind their
backs and lowered their heads as they awaited further orders. Master
then explained that Bimbo and Toy were going to replace the twins,
Master just called them the sluts, not bothering to distinguish between
them, in one month and that they had better get used to the idea. For
the first time the composure of the twins broke as both began to cry.
Both were well trained enough to maintain their posture and to remain
silent, but it quite clear that they didn't want to leave Master. It was
something Master was quietly proud of, the fact that all of his slaves
eventually came to love him; no matter how much they hated him to begin
with. It usually took a great deal of training and harsh punishment, but
eventually they all longed for his touch, his approval and his
attention.
Master ordered the twins to remove Bimbo and Toy's gags. He wanted to
hear them say how they longed to serve him. Usually the slaves were
reluctant at best in the beginning, but this time he got a small
surprise. Master already knew that Bimbo was going to be easy to train,
but he was surprised at his very eager reaction. Bimbo immediately
crawled across the floor and said with fervor in his voice: "Please
Master, take me. I want to be your slave, your Bimbo." Bimbo's voice
cracked a little towards the end and Toy looked incredulously at him
while Master laughed: "Show me," he said and took out his cock. Bimbo
swallowed a few times but soon Master's magnificent cock was in his
mouth and he tried his best to please him. Bimbo wasn't very good, but
Master was sure that with the right training and the right amount of
brutal punishment he would get there. Toy looked on amazed as his friend
sucked the cock of this brutal man as if it was the most natural thing
in the world.
When Bimbo had swallowed Master's load and sat kneeling with a dreamy
little smile on his face, the twins regagged him before Master turned
his attention to Toy. "Your turn," he said to Toy, who just shook his
head in desperation. Master was not a man who took no for an answer and
certainly not when coming from a useless little slave like Toy. First
Master got a riding crop and whipped Toy's ass until the slave boy was
sobbing. But he didn't stop there. To make sure that Toy understood who
was in charge, Master had the twins hold his legs wide before he once
again used the riding crop. The blows rained down on Toy's imprisoned
member, but the mesh bag did nothing to soften the blow and soon Toy's
screams were high-pitched squeals as his balls were being pummeled by
the crop. After a short while Toy was ready to do anything, anything at
all, for Master, and he almost eagerly crawled over to Master to give
him the blowjob he wanted. Toy definitely didn't like sucking Master's
big, fat cock, but he tried to do well, putting a lot of effort in it
and finally Master shot his load into his mouth. Toy didn't want to be
punished again so he tried very hard to swallow all of it. He almost
succeeded as thin stream of cum ran down his chin. Master saw it and Toy
stiffened as he prepared to be punished. Master let him get off lightly,
with only a spanking but Toy was still sobbing when the twins gagged
him.
Master then turned to the sluts and ordered them to lead the two new
slaves down into the dungeon and to begin their training. Walking
properly in their new footwear was the first lesson they would receive.
The sluts were desperately sad at the prospect of leaving Master, but
both knew that begging would only cause them great pain. They also knew
that Master would be disappointed at their poor behavior and they wanted
desperately to please Master, no matter what the consequences were for
themselves. So they just lead their replacements into the dungeon and
started their training while Master arranged for the sale of the sluts.
In the dungeon Bimbo and Toy got their first real taste of the
perfection required to serve Master. Walking properly in their new
footwear was not just the absence of stumbling or the ability to foot
down your foot so that the step looked somewhat elegant. It was
perfection in every movement of the whole body as you walked: putting
down the foot just right, swaying properly with your tight little ass,
holding your back straight and your head in the proper angle. As the
twin demonstrated proper walking technique to the new slaves, both Bimbo
and Toy almost despaired. How were they ever going to achieve such
elegance and grace? The answer was of course that they would achieve it
by training endlessly and by being punished for the tiniest of mistakes,
lapses in concentration so small that the new slaves couldn't believe
it. Master had given the sluts permission to punish the new slaves and
when he joined them after three hours, Bimbo and Toy were covered in red
welts and both were sobbing as the sluts did their best to train them to
perfection. Of course the prospect of being replaced by these two might
have made them use the whips more eagerly that they would have
otherwise, so all in all Master thought that their training progressed
just fine. As he entered the dungeon all the slaves knelt to greet him.
It pleased him that the sluts had already imparted that lesson on their
replacements. He felt almost sad that they had already been sold.
Almost. The buyer Master had found for the sluts was a notoriously
brutal man, a master who wore out slaves in a matter of months with his
incessant torture. The man had taken breathplay to new heights and the
last slave Master had sold to the man had been worn out in five weeks.
When Master had seen him last he had been fitted with a collar that was
effectively a mobile garroting device, his tongue hanging out of his
bluish face and his desperate eyes looking as if they were ready to pop
out of his head. The sluts were well trained and used to heavy torture
so Master thought that they might last almost a year, but surely no more
than that.
Master turned his attention to the new slaves and demanded that they
show him their progress. Both the sluts and the slaves looked visibly
nervous as they got up, aware of the consequences of failure. All in all
Master thought they were coming along nicely, but of course he did say
so. Praising a slave was out of the question. The most they could hope
for was the absence of punishment. And since they were of course not up
to his standards yet a sound whipping was in order.
Afterwards Bimbo and Toy sat on the floor crying, their asses almost too
tender to sit on, which of course was the reason why Master had ordered
them to sit on their heels. Both were terrified of him, even if Bimbo
also lusted powerfully after him. Then Master did something, which
surprised the new slaves. He ordered Toy to stand and as he did, Master
removed first his gag and then the mesh pouch imprisoning his genitals.
Since Toy was neither gay nor masochistic, at least not yet, his cock
was limp and flaccid. This changed when Master began kissing and
caressing him. The change from the brutal treatment before caught Toy
off guard and Master was a true expert. To his surprise Toy found
himself responding to Master's kisses and when Master's hand cupped his
genitals and began to stroke him, he groaned with desire as his cock
rose to full master. Toy didn't understand what was happening and he
knew that he should hate it, but he found himself completely unable to
do so. Soon he was kissing Master with fervor and groaning with urgent
need. When his need was greatest Master broke their kiss and said: "Beg
me to fuck you slave. Tell me what you really are." Toy was confused and
lusted so badly after Master that he couldn't think of what to say at
first, but finally after a few false starts he begged: "Please Master.
Please fuck me. Please fuck me hard. I am your property. Please fuck
me." Toy's voice sounded broken and he gasped for air as Master held his
cock, stroking it until Toy was on the edge. Master made sure that he
was still on the edge when he turned him around and entered him from
behind. Master was more than six inches taller than Toy and since they
were standing Master had to lift Toy up and set him down on his cock.
The intrusion was very painful as Master's giant unlubricated cock
entered his ass, but Toy was almost past caring. He needed desperately
to cum and Master's hand on his cock removed all of his worries and
focused him on one thing only: the need to please Master so that he
could be allowed to cum.
When Master was all the way in, Toy's face was contorted in a silent
scream. A scream of pain and passion as Master rapidly brought him
towards the most fantastic orgasm of his life. But that would have been
too easy. Instead Master removed his hand just as Toy was about to cum,
causing Toy to whimper with need as Master continued his fucking
unabated. Master did this ten more times until he had reduced Toy to an
incessantly begging, completely dissolved slave boy who would do
anything to cum. Master let him beg some more, but when he felt his own
orgasm approaching he let the slave cum as well. Toy screamed and
thrashed as his cum spewed out over the floor, his whole being consumed
by this massive orgasm, which focused him on the need to please Master.
He had only been allowed to cum because he had pleased Master and Master
had by fucking him like he had made sure that he knew.
This was of course the reason that he granted his slaves orgasms so
relatively frequently. It focused them on the need to please him. It had
another very important effect. The extreme horniness of the slaves and
their focus on pleasing him to achieve permission to cum turned the
orgasms into something other than a mere physical release. It turned the
orgasms into something that almost literally ate the minds of his slaves
and made them completely docile and obedient. The orgasms were so
powerful that they dominated their minds completely and since the only
way to achieve them was to please Master, these orgasms were literally
mind-blowing. This was the reason he allowed his slaves to cum almost
right away without really earning them: to make them addicted.
These considerations definitely didn't enter Toy's mind as he crawled
over to kiss Master's shoes as he thanked him profusely, mindlessly
babbling his devotion. He gladly licked Master's cock clean just as he
relished in licking the floor clean. It wasn't until much later that he
started thinking about what he had done. He couldn't believe that he had
begged to let another man fuck him, that he had licked his dirty cock as
well as the floor clean and that he had liked it. That he had loved it.
In fact just thinking about it made his imprisoned cock try to get hard.
He hated Master but the mere thought of being fucked by him, made Toy
get horny again. Not that he had stopped being horny since Master had
fucked him. It was like a switch had been thrown and now he was horny
all the time, horny for other men. Toy started out feeling guilty when
he thought about being fucked by Master, but in a matter of minutes his
thoughts had turned to when he was going to get fucked by Master again
and how he could best please Master so that he would be allowed to cum.
Master's plan worked every time, no matter if they were gay or not to
start with. In a matter of days they were turned into little homo slave
boys, just begging to be fucked.
While Toy was being fucked both the sluts and Bimbo were almost crying
with envy. When Bimbo saw Toy's cum spray out over the floor he wanted
to be fucked so badly he could almost taste it. And Master didn't
disappoint him. Soon Master's cock was pumping in and out of his ass
while Master manipulated his cock until Bimbo screamed and begged for
release. But this time there was no release. Bimbo was already addicted,
so why reward him? He would have to work much harder for his first
orgasm and besides Master's plan for him included very few orgasms
indeed. Instead Bimbo was allowed to clean Master's cock while the sluts
imprisoned his needy cock, making Bimbo cry with frustration. Once his
cock had been imprisoned his and Toy's training resumed as Master molded
them into perfectly docile and obedient little slave boys.
