Chapter 3
After a month of training Bimbo and Toy were well enough
trained to get rid of Master's old slave boys, the sluts. He called the
master he had arranged to sell them to and made an appointment for the
handover. When the day arrived the other master lived up to his
reputation as both brutal and inventive and a true expert in breathplay.
He admired the stilettos Master Dave had put on the sluts, so he allowed
them to keep them on. The rest of their outfit was changed, and not for
the better; at least not from the slaves point of view. First he
released their imprisoned and needy cocks. Then he put very tight steel
bands around their scrotums and cock heads and to these he attached
steel wires about a foot in length. To the ends of the wires he attached
three pound lead weights so that each slave how carried around two lead
weights dangling from their genitals, endlessly tangling and swinging so
much it made them scream with pain. Or rather, they would have screamed
with pain had they had the air to do it with. To make sure that he
slaves could not help themselves, he sealed their hands inside rubber
mittens just like the one Master Dave used on his slaves and then he
simply tied them together on their backs, wrists and elbows. Living up
to his reputation as a master in breathplay, he put special garroting
collars on them; thick steel collars whose diameters could be reduced
until the slave could no longer breathe properly. But capping these
inventive collars off, were a pair of equally inventive hoods. They were
made from thick, elastic and clear rubber, so that the slaves could see
through them. They were fastened to the garroting collars forming a seal
around the neck and had only one more opening. This opening was a
through a tiny valve in one nostril, providing yet another possibility
to deny air to the slaves. The hoods had one final and very useful
detail. The slaves were ungagged, since neither had the air to even
moan, but in a normal hood their mouths would have been inaccessible
while the hoods were on. The master had solved this problem by shaping
the hoods so that at the slaves' mouths, the hood extended inwards and
down into their throats, providing an easy way to face-fuck the slaves
without talking their hoods off.
The two slaves were completely desperate once their new hoods and
collars had been fitted, their eyes looking desperately around as they
struggled for air, every move not only robbing them of precious air, but
setting the lead weight hanging from their genitals swinging, causing
them great pain. Master Dave loved it. Very complete. Master Dave and
their new owner celebrated the handover by forcing the slaves to their
knees and face-fucking one slave each. As the twins were lead away to
their new and probably very short and painful lives, they didn't even
have air enough to beg as semen dribbled out of their rubber-clad mouths
and down their chests. After seeing their new owner Master Dave gave
them six months at most. He doubted that they would have air enough to
speak for the remainder of the short slave lives, but then again what
was the purpose of a slave if not to please his master? And Master Dave
had no doubt that they would please their new owner, so it was a happy
ending after all.
As they were driven off Master returned his attention to his four new
slaves. First he went to see the ponies, Ben and Thomas. Only he had
given them new names to match their new status. They were now called
Bebe and Toto. Bebe and Toto had been through a month of brutal training
punctuated by mind-blowing orgasms. They had adjusted to their new
footwear and though Master could see the rebellion still lurking just
beneath the surface, both behaved well enough. Their taste for rebellion
was obviously tempered by the fact that both clearly lusted after him.
When their cocks were left free, they rose to greet Master whenever he
appeared, much to the embarrassment of the ponies.
When Master arrived at the stables, they were being strapped inside
wooden crates, ready to be shipped off to the good doctor to have their
teeth and most importantly their arms removed. Over the last month
Master had allowed the ponies only enough freedom of movement for their
arms to prevent their arms from actively rotting off. But while they had
not rotted off, they had been permanently damaged as Master had
demonstrated to them the day before by freeing their arms altogether. To
Bebe and Toto's horror their arms simply hung limply at their sides,
neither their arms nor their fingers responding to their commands.
Master wanted them to feel this helplessness before he had their arms
removed. He just loved the desperation it triggered in his slaves. The
removal of their arms was something he had planned all along, since he
couldn't see what use arms were to ponies.
Master smiled down at the sad ponies as the lids of the crates were
nailed shut. It would be a month before they were returned from the good
doctor and in the meantime he would complete the training of Bimbo and
Toy.
Life as a slave had turned out to be two very different things for Bimbo
and Toy. Bimbo had surrendered almost immediately, becoming a docile
little slave boy in a matter of days, if not hours. As far as training
Bimbo was almost ready, already obeying even the most painful or
disgusting order without the slightest bit of hesitation. But while he
loved Master with all his heart, it was a frustrated love. He had only
been allowed to cum once since Master had caught him, and it had been a
fabulous and mind-blowing orgasm, but since then his cock had only been
touched to be teased and was now producing copious amounts of pre-cum
inside it's mesh prison. The frustration made Bimbo work hard to please
Master and he thought no sacrifice too big in his quest to please Master
and achieve an orgasm, but for now at least none were forthcoming.
For Toy things were very different. He had not harbored any homosexual
tendencies that he knew of and had started out hating everything about
Master, but now he had been reduced to an obedient little slave boy who
loved everything Master did to him. Among the things Master did to him,
was making sure that he came at least ten times a day and often a lot
more. Sometimes it was Master fucking him or giving him a handjob, but
mostly it was Bimbo being ordered to blow Toy. This made Bimbo insanely
jealous of Toy, but it not only increased Toy's love for Master, but
also made him love Bimbo dearly. He constantly tried to show his
affection for Bimbo and when Master permitted it, he would kiss and
caress Bimbo to show his affection. The signs of affection only made
Bimbo more frustrated and made him even more jealous of Toy. However, he
had little choice but to reciprocate the kissing and caressing and to do
his very best when giving Toy head because Master had ordered him to do
so.
Both slaves were devoted to Master already, but while one was perfectly
happy, the other was outrageously frustrated.
It was this situation Master intended to exploit to it's fullest
potential in the completion of their training, as he had very different
roles in mind for the two slave boys.
He started by transforming Toy. While Bimbo stood by and watched, he
tied Toy to a table and proceeded to remove all of Toy's fingernails and
toenails. The pain was unbelievable and Toy not only vomited from the
pain but also passed out several times. Bimbo stood by feeling guilty
for enjoying the sight of Toy suffering. After the removal of all of
Toy's finger- and toenails, Master took out a large hammer and to the
desperate and hysterical cries of the slave boy, he crushed all the
bones in both his hands and his feet. When it was over Toy had been
reduced to a hysterically babbling wreck. Master smiled down at his
slave and laid his hand on the slave's cock: "There, there, you
worthless shit. We're almost done," he said in his most mocking tone.
The tone made Toy cry even harder, but although he had thought it
impossible, his cock reacted to Master's touch and rose to full mast.
Could it really be that he had become so masochistic, that he was now so
much of a little, pain loving gay slave boy, that he actually enjoyed
what Master had done to him? The thought stopped his crying for a while
as Master prepared his final transformation.
First Master but a pair of truly tiny ballet toed boots, without heel
and made from hard, black plastic onto Toy's feet, compressing them
unbearably and locking them into a position where the foot extended from
the leg so straight that one might doubt whether there was an ankle
joint or not. The mittens for Toy's crushed hands made from the same
hard, black plastic as the boots and locked Toy's hands into useless
cone-like shapes. Finally he untied Toy and lifted him down onto the
floor where he tied Toy's forearms to his upper arms and his calves were
fused with his thighs, forcing him to stand on all fours, his hands and
feet in their black encasements pointing straight up.
Toy now stood like a dog on all fours and as such Master attached a
leash to his steel collar and secured it to a radiator while he attended
to Bimbo.
Bimbo was no longer enjoying the situation as he had realized that
something equally horrible might be done to him. He stood trembling with
fear as Master ordered him onto the table. Master didn't tie Bimbo up,
but instead he started to remove Bimbo's chastity device. Bimbo's heart
began racing as his hopes for an orgasm rose. But just as Master was
about to free Bimbo's cock, he remembered something. Leaving the pouch
still securely on, he again turned his attention to the hysterically
crying dog-like slave boy on the floor. Toy began crying as Master
neared with a very thick piercing needle, but there was nothing he could
do as Master first pierced his tongue, then put a large ring through the
hole before finally securing a one-pound steel weight to the ring. This
had the effect of pulling Toy's tongue out of his mouth, making him
drool like the doggy he had become. It made Toy cry even harder as
Master turned his attention to Bimbo who was almost holding his breath
in anticipation of an orgasm.
Master saw the look of hope in his slave's eyes and smiled. That hope
would soon be crushed. He removed Bimbo's chastity pouch and started to
play with Bimbo's cock as he listened to his slave's incoherent grateful
babbling. But of course there was no orgasm for Bimbo. Just as he was
about to cum Master removed his hand, leaving Bimbo hanging. He cried
and pleaded, his training forgotten, but there was no orgasm for him.
Instead Master produced his new chastity device. It looked like a giant,
hollow steel cock with a sphere at one end to hold his balls and that
was exactly what it was. Secured to his body by a steel belt locked in
the small of his back, it completely engulfed his cock and his balls.
But that was not all. Inside the steel cock was a rubber sleeve and this
sleeve not only held his cock, it also provided stimulation for it. It
pulsated gently, making sure that Bimbo was always hard, but at the same
time the sleeve was able to register when Bimbo was about to cum,
stopping it's pulsing and preventing him from cuming. Bimbo couldn't
touch any part of his genitals and the steel tube only came off once a
week when Master washed his cock. To make sure that he could pee, a
massive catheter had been pushed up his urinary tract and it came out of
the tips of his steel tube and was closed with a small plug at the tip.
The sleeve made sure that Bimbo was always hard, always needy, but that
he never came. He could remove the plug so that he could pee, but that
was as much control as he ever got over his cock. He now permanently
sported a giant steel erection from his crotch, which never did him any
good.
To make his degradation complete, Master made him not only the slave boy
taking care of everything around the house, but also the one taking care
of Toy. Taking care of Toy proved to be the worst part for Bimbo. Not
because it was painful, but because it made him wonder if Toy wasn't the
lucky one after all. Toy had no duties except for being fucked in the
ass or face by Master once in a while. He spent all his day just being
led around by Bimbo, whom he soon came to love even more than he already
had. Bimbo was given a bottle with a screw top, which could hold one
quart of liquid. Bimbo's job, on top of all his other duties, was to
fill this bottle to the brink with Toy's cum. He gave endless handjobs
to Toy, but the most efficient way of pumping semen out of Toy also
proved to be the most humiliating. The most efficient way of pumping Toy
for cum was by fucking him up the ass with the giant steel dildo while
giving him a handjob at the same time. It made Toy squeal with lust in
seconds and after just a few minutes his body would convulse as his eyes
rolled back and he screamed his orgasm out while the cum pumped out of
his cock and into the waiting bottle.
It took at least twenty orgasms to fill the bottle and in order to fill
it before nightfall, while still doing his chores, Bimbo literally had
to run around the house with Toy in tow on all fours like the good
little doggy he had become.
After a few weeks of this treatment Bimbo was completely desperate. He
was so sexually frustrated that he thought his balls as well as his head
were going to explode from unfulfilled lust and he had to work well into
the night to complete all the tasks Master had given him. Bimbo's hope
of ever being allowed to cum shrank with every passing day and soon all
he hoped for was that the batteries in his chastity device would run
out. However, there was not much hope of that since the battery pack was
part of the steel tube and was recharged every night. As for Toy the
treatment quickly reduced him to a dumb animal, his mind gone in the
endless orgasms. He only thought of following Bimbo around and of how
much he loved him. His affection for Bimbo was only rivaled by his
affection for Master, who only occasionally required his services.
Otherwise all he had to do was to follow Bimbo around and get fucked by
him. Soon it was all he thought about and he lost most of his human
abilities. Soon he was no longer able to form words and just moaned or
panted instead as all his energy went into producing semen and waiting
for the next orgasm.
Every evening Bimbo would be required to show Master the full bottle
before drinking it's contents and cleaning it so that it would be ready
for the next day. At day he walked around doing his chores in his
four-inch platforms with eleven-inch heels, his steel collar and
sporting a massive steel erection from his crotch, a bottle with Toy's
cum dangling from the steel belt holding the hollow steel dildo in place
as he led Toy around. Toy, who only had eyes for Bimbo as he followed
him around with a permanent erection.
As Toy's body adjusted to the situation his balls began to produce more
cum and Bimbo had to fuck him less to get the same amount of semen, but
again Master had a remedy for that. He simply increased the size of the
bottle until Bimbo had to fuck Toy just as many times as before. As
Toy's body adjusted again, so did the size of the bottle until Toy's
body could produce no more semen. By then the bottle was more than half
a gallon.
What little mind Toy had left focused on how much he loved being a doggy
slave boy and how he loved Master and Bimbo. The only time a day he
didn't love was nighttime. In the few hours Bimbo slept Toy's balls grew
heavy with cum, making them ache after only a few hours. When morning
came and it was time for his first orgasm of the day, Toy would almost
cry with desire and relief as Bimbo's giant steel cock entered him and
his hand grabbed his needy cock. The first load of the day was always
the biggest, but Bimbo had to be careful not to spill anything because
Toy's first orgasm of the day was always the most powerful and sometimes
his trashing was so violent that his cum was spilled on the floor. It
was impossible to get all the spilled semen back into the bottle and it
meant that Bimbo had to work that much harder to fill the bottle.
Bimbo had tried topping it off with water. Just once. Master had of
course spotted it right away and the punishment was such that Bimbo
would never even think about doing it again.
After a few months of this both Bimbo and Toy were locked into their
roles as Master's little pets; Bimbo perpetually frustrated and Toy now
just a mindless doggy slave, living for the next orgasm and loving his
new life, the old one all but forgotten. However, Master thought that
their new existence was a little too painless. Slaves should always be
in some kind of pain according to Master's beliefs. So Master introduced
the "one for you - one for me"-game as a regular feature in his evening
entertainment. It was quite simple. After Bimbo had drunk all of Toy's
cum for that day, he was given two sets of needles: one for Toy and one
for himself. He would then be required to use a needle inserted into
Toy's body in such a way that it made him scream with pain. Once the
first needle had been inserted into Toy's body, usually in the genital
area, Bimbo had to insert the second needle same place in his own body.
This went on until there were no more needles. Bimbo had never been
given a set of less than fifteen needles for each slave.
To make sure that the maximum amount of pain was induced Master removed
Bimbo's chastity device so that he could stick needles in his cock and
balls. With the chastity tube off Bimbo was tantalizingly close to
cuming, yet exceedingly far away. If Bimbo and Toy had been less well
trained they might have made an agreement that Toy should scream no
matter where the needles were inserted and thus avoided a lot of pain.
There were three things wrong with assumption: Firstly both were far too
well trained. Secondly Master would spot it instantly and thirdly, Toy
was now so far gone that he actually had trouble understanding even
simple sentences, and abstract concepts like cheating were completely
out of his grasp. Master had truly reduced him to an animal. An animal
whose love for Bimbo was now tempered by a terrible fear of the needles
the other slave boy carried.
Further increasing the pain and discomfort for Toy, Master introduced an
almost constant state of asphyxiation by buying a garroting collar from
the master who had bought the sluts. The constant breathplay had a
couple of effects. It robbed Toy of air until he no longer had enough to
moan. It also reduced his already limited mental faculties further,
making him even dumber and more animal-like. But it also made his
orgasms more powerful as it turned out that it turned Toy on very much
being choked as he was fucked. This in turn increased the amount of
semen he produced, which in turn made Master increase the size of the
bottle Bimbo had to fill with Toy's cum. In time it also wore Toy out
much faster than Bimbo, but Master had predicted that. He had talked to
the master he bought the collar from and among other things they had
discussed the sluts. Master's prediction had turned out to be true. The
sluts had lasted five months before being discarded, but the master had
been most satisfied, so all was well.
In the end the brutal treatment wore Toy out in less than two years and
he was replaced by another slave boy who was treated exactly the same
way. Bimbo lasted for more than ten more years. Around the house he was
Master's little fucktoy and of course did Master's every bidding, no
matter how painful or humiliating. Sometimes there were other slave boys
around the house, apart from the succession of Toys, but Bimbo became a
fixture. He wore the giant steel dildo/chastity device constantly and
was always needy and never allowed to cum. The chastity device only came
off when his genitals were being washed or tortured and the latter
happened far more often. Other than the first orgasm Master had granted
him he never came again and his face acquired a permanently pained
expression of sexual frustration. Bimbo died of a stroke from all the
unfulfilled frustration one morning while fucking the eighth replacement
for Toy and Master found him slumped over the uncomprehending doggy
slave, Bimbo's massive steel cock still inside the slave's ass.
