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Chapter 14 of 68


This story is C  Copyright 2005, by TM. All World Wide Rights Reserved.
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As the machine continued its' invasion of  Dans' hole, there seemed to be a 
lot of commotion around him. He was nervous, as  all he could really see at 
this point was only that which passed in front of his  eyes.  

==========================
Lucas had already sucked his instructors off. Not  doing a good job for them, 
which was to be expected, they had him hanging by his  wrist from the 
ceiling. His ankles were still free to thrash  around.

His screams came fast and loud, as two instructors were  whipping him 
severely, one at his front and the other marking his back and legs.  Between the 
snaps of the whips, the other two instructors were yanking on the  slaves nipples 
and twisting them for all they were worth. 

Lucas  was near to fainting from the pain, when the whips finally stopped. 
His  instructors began telling him the errors of his ways about cock sucking, 
and  that he would be instructed again on that subject a little later on that 
night.  

One instructor simply told Lucas, that today and tomorrow are  actually just 
days in which they, the instructors, test their slaves to find out  how much 
they know, how much pain they can accept and how well the slave listens  to 
instructions.

Another instructor came forward and began  attaching wires to Lucas. Another 
instructor shoved a different dildo, larger,  up into Lucas's love tunnel.

Lucas, still suspended, began to  scream as if they were boiling him in oil.
The electrical charges coursing  through his whole body were beyond belief. 

The four instructors  simply leaned against the wall, observing the man flesh 
scream and flail his  legs non-stop. The noise didn't bother them, in fact 
they were all  smiling.

====================

Logan, too, was suspended in his room. He was  inverted and his legs were 
obscenely and cruelly stretched to near their  breaking point.

He had a small tube in his fuck chute, which was  the means of travel for the 
semi-solid lubricant that was being pumped into his  body.

One instructor was dripping hot wax all over the slaves cock,  balls and even 
his butt hole, sealing the tube inside and preventing seepage.  

They had his mouth pried open, and one instructor was pissing  torrents of 
nectar into his face and  mouth.

=======================

John was in the shower, kneeling, sucking  on an instructor's cock, while 
slowly washing the instructors legs with a soft  soapy cloth. He, too, was 
receiving a hot piss shower from the instructor  standing directly behind him. John 
would be washing all four instructors,  sucking their cocks (again), and 
getting lots of hot piss showers, before he  left the shower stall.

John had been told all the answers to his  questions and then some, defining 
his training as a 'personal service' slave.  John didn't care much for the 
answers, but after hearing about the other four  slaves, he felt relieved to some 
 extent.

===========================

Billy continued his education into the  life of becoming a sexually 
submissive slave.

Having already sucked  the four cocks, he was now learning how to properly 
suck and tongue a mans  balls. He was on set number one, and already he was 
feeling sick to his  stomach.

He, too, knew his upcoming training routines. His  instructors were probably 
the nicest of the bunch. There job was primarily to  train Billy on all 
aspects of being submissive but not in a sadomasochistic way.  He would learn every 
inch of the male body. How to take each part of the body  and make that part 
feel good to it's' owner. He would be getting fucked over and  over again, 
feeling the compassionate throbs of the man who would be fucking  him. He'd 
consume large amounts of manseed every day as well.  

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The commotion turned out to be the meal carts  arriving. The same 'pink band' 
servants arrived with the meals.

In  Dans' room, the servant had handed each of the instructors their 
respective  trays, each containing a different meal.

He took Dans' meal tray  over to him, but in the condition and the position 
Dan was in he couldn't feed  himself, even if it was to be from a large bowl. 
The servant momentarily stood  directly in front of Dan, who, from his first 
head slap opened his mouth. The  servant was sort of surprised, but knew well 
that Dan had been disciplined in  the 'always open' aspect of his first days' 
training.

"Go ahead if  you want," one of the instructors said.

The servant stepped up to  the open mouth and slid his cock onto the nice 
moist wet tongue. Dan gently  closed his lips around it just as he heard the 
word, "suck". Sore mouth or not,  he didn't want anymore punishment than he was 
already getting up his beautiful,  delicious ass. He began a gentle sucking, 
while he tried his best to move his  head. The servant knowing about the straps 
holding Dans' head began thrusting in  and out of the slaves' mouth, until 
finally he dropped his hot  seed.

The servant pulled back, and his cock broke free. "Not bad,  not bad at all," 
he told the instructors, "He might just learn the proper way in  no time."

Sitting on the floor, in front of Dan, the servant smiled  and told Dan he 
looked great. "You'll get used to that machine. Your instructors  love you 
already and they are here to help you. The machine not only opens you  up, way up, 
but it mainly allows your instructors more time to talk to you and  to teach 
you things. Now I need to feed you, so I can get out of here and get  myself 
ready for the remainder of my day."

Carefully, the servant  spooned the paste like meal onto Dans' tongue, 
allowing him to swallow before  the next spoonful. There was a lot of this gruel 
stuff in the bowl and Dan had  to eat it all. The taste was bearable but not 
something he'd eat if only he be a  free man. The machine had stopped. One of the 
instructors tended to the machine,  attaching a longer and thicker dildo to 
it, and placing the very tip against  Dans' now slightly open pucker hole. He 
flicked the switch and the machine began  its' journey all over  again.

=======================

"Now what we need to have is a frank  discussion about your sons," Carlos 
said, "What we need to understand first is  what your hopes for them are and what 
makes you uneasy about them." He turned  back to make sure the slave was 
still licking that gorgeous hole of  Mikes'.

"I'm pretty sure I know what you are feeling and thinking,  so if you'd like, 
I'll just continue speaking about feelings and hopes, while we  all watch 
your two sons in a most intimate act of love."

Carlos  seemed to always choose the right word or phrases at the precious 
time. Shaun  and Mike both had heard the word 'love' and that was exactly what 
they began to  feel.

None of the adults objected to sitting and listening to  Carlos, after all he 
was here, on his own volition.

"First things  first, I suppose. Now that you've seen how I control your 
son's I can tell by  the looks on all your faces that you approve and most 
importantly how they  listen.

They will get over their sense of humility but that too  will take time. What 
you have to do is keep reminding yourselves that these two  males are your 
sons. You have to rid yourselves of the notion that you can't  touch them, feel 
them. They belong to you, so you have that right. If you can  bring yourselves 
to touch, to feel, to gaze upon them that will also benefit  them in ways 
that help them overcome the humility problem which all of us have  been taught.

So please, please at any time, do just that. You will  feel better, they will 
feel better. 

As their parents, like all  parents, you only want the best for them. You 
want them to be happy, healthy,  respectful and successful. By what I've seen in 
such a short time, they seem  healthy and respectful. They don't seem happy or 
successful. Allow them to  express their sexuality now while they live with 
you. Allow them that freedom to  choose. Allow them to explore their inner 
desires. If they are happy here, at  school and around others like themselves they 
will go far in the world of  business and in life.

As you saw, I shaved Mike around his cock,  balls and ass. He got an 
erection. He was embarrassed and you had feelings of  shame and perhaps disgust. You 
need to work through that as does  Mike.

I'd suggest that you allow Mike to remain naked, as he will  require his 
slave to remain naked. That way, both of them will get used to  having others see 
them natural and soon that sort of feeling will become a  normal one for them 
and for you. If they are naked and the door bell rings,  don't feel as if you 
can't invite that person or persons into your home. Don't  hide your sons, be 
proud of them and yourselves.

If it's  permissible with you, I'd like to call three of my friends and ask 
them to help  out. Perhaps they may be able to come over today, which would be 
a benefit to me  and to you."

The parents agreed, and Carlos went over to the wall  phone and began dialing.

While Carlos was speaking with one of his  friends, Shauns' dad got up and 
stood behind his son. He watched as Shaun licked  and sucked at Mikes' shit 
chute. He placed his hand on Shauns' back and gently  rubbed it over the entire 
surface. He continued the hand rub down the back and  onto Shauns' butt. 

He turned to see Carlos watching him. Carlos  smiled and nodded his head. 
Both his wife and Mrs. Miller watched intently as  well.

He took his other hand and carefully reached beneath Shauns'  legs. The 
initial touch to his sons' scrotum un-nerved him and Shaun both, but  only for a 
second or two. He put his hand back on Shauns' balls and held them  carefully in 
his hand. He could feel the warmth and life within them. He removed  his hand 
from his son's balls, but kept on rubbing his sons butt with the other  hand.

Leaning forward, next to Shauns' ear, he whispered "I really  do love you 
son, I honestly love you."  He returned to his  seat.

They continued sitting as Carlos was on his last  call.

"Hey Ben, it's me Carlos. Yep just fine. Hey are you free  anytime soon? 
Great! I'm here with a new master and his slave brother and I need  some help. 
That's right. For sure, I also got a hold of Will and Josh and they  are coming 
over in an hour or so. You can? Great. Really! That would be awesome,  thanks. 
When you get here come to the back kitchen door. Soon, see  ya."

Carlos returned to the group of adults, glancing again at  Shaun to make sure 
he hadn't stopped or slowed down.

"Well, that's  taken care of", Carlos said, "Three of them will be here in 
about an hour. They  want to bring a few things to help out, and I said it was 
ok.  

Looking at Shauns' dad he asked, "That wasn't to bad now was  it?"

"No not really, just strange, different yes." Said  dad.

"Well it will take a little time, but the more you do it the  better you will 
feel." Carlos replied.

Carlos moved over and  closely watched Shaun for a few minutes. Coaching him 
with a few added pointers.  Then he moved so that he was standing in front of 
Mike.

Mike could  only see the denim jeans from his head position, unless he wanted 
to raise  it.

"How does that feel Mike? He asked. "Does the slave make you  happy? Do you 
think he's doing a good job? You need to give your slave a name,  so think 
about that. We also have to finish shaving you, and I bet you thought  I'd forget."

Carlos reached under Mike and took hold of his rigid  cock, squeezing it very 
tight and twisting it. Mike remained still and  quiet.

Looking back at the adults Carlos commented, "See, I just  fired a bunch of 
questions at Mike which will make him think. Thinking for a  master is very 
important. To not only think about the present but the future.  Being a master is 
a lot more than physical, and he will learn that fast. And, as  you can see, 
I've gotten a firm hold on your sons cock. There is nothing to be  afraid of 
or ashamed of. A mans body is for all to enjoy, especially if it's a  slave 
like the one sucking on Mikes asshole."

Carlos brought the  ass sucking to a stop, putting Shaun under the table once 
 again.

Mike was relieved when Carlos released the grip he had held  on his cock.

Mike was told to resume his position facing his  parents and to place his 
hands behind his head.

Carlos went on to  shave Mikes' chest and armpits. Shaun was made to lap up 
the cream and hair as  before.

"Well one down, one to go," said Carlos. "Slave boy has  tons of stubble. But 
after today, regular shavings will retard hair stubble a  little bit."

"Carlos," Mikes' mom began, "I was wonder what you  thought of a nice 
cookout. Since your friends are coming over to help, I was  thinking it would be nice 
to fix everyone a nice dinner."

"That  would be great," said Carlos.

"Honey, we have everything for a nice  cookout, but some nice cuts of steak. 
Would you be a dear and run to the store  for me?" asked Mikes mom.

"Sure sweetie, I go now so I can be here  a greet Carlos' friends when they 
get here." He said in return, and off he went,  relieved a little to get away.

"Ok slave, get up here," commanded  Carlos.

Mike hopped off the table as Shaun was ready to  mount.

"Slave just sit on the edge for now," Carlos  ordered.

Carlos made quick work of Shauns' legs, arms, chest, head,  and eyebrows.
"Looks like somebody forgot something," Carlos quietly  commented.
Turning to Mike he ordered up a pair of scissors. 
With  scissors in hand he carefully and slowly snipped off Shauns'  eyelashes.

Each eye became moist, near to tearing up but Carlos  said nothing.

Next Shaun was made to kneel, and his privates were  totally smooth, no 
stubble. Next in the ass up position Carlos shaved Shauns'  love tunnel.

Carlos was having Mike follow behind with a damp  towel, wiping Shaun clean 
of any residue, and Mike appeared to like doing  that.

"Now that didn't hurt either one of you, did it?" Carlos half  asked, not 
expecting an answer.

"Might I ask whose idea it was to  use that lace stuff on the slaves balls?" 
questioned Carlos

"My  husband wanted it done," said the wife.

"Ok, but I'll fix it better  for the slave, and it will look proper."

With Shaun back into the  kneeling position, on the table with Mike looking 
at him smiling, Carlos brought  out a long strip of narrow black leather. He 
also scooped up the cock cage that  had earlier encased Mikes' dick.

He made some adjustment to the  cage, and began fitting it over Shauns' cock, 
with in turn also pushed his teen  nuts further away from the body. Half way 
through the installation, Shauns' cock  started to surge. Carlos simply 
slapped it, without speaking. Shaun jerked and  Mike beamed with delight.

Carlos knew that Mike was observing and  learning and that Mikes' cock was 
again rock solid. Mike was glad he was facing  away from his mother and Mrs. 
Miller.

Carlos finished the install  of the cock cage and slipped the key into his 
pant pocket. "I'll keep the key,  nobody needs to let that disgusting thing out 
of its' cage expect me," Carlos  said with a smile. Shaun chanced a look down 
and was excited with what he  saw.

Next came the nut separation. Carlos, with the diligence of a  surgeon had 
separated the nuts, extra wraps around the top of the nut bag and  had each end 
of the leather strip pulling quite hard on each ball pulling it out  beyond 
the cage and up towards the top of the cage. Then Carlos gave one last  yank on 
both ends and tied them in a square knot. The end result was that  Shauns' 
balls were now, almost resting on the top of the cage. "Glad the slave  had low 
hangers, otherwise he would be crying harder than he is now," Carlos  said as 
he was stroking Shauns' balk head, comforting him because he knew he had  just 
caused the young teen a great deal of pain.

Mike put his face  directly over the slaves cock and looked intently at the 
wrappings and the knot.  When Mike lifted his head, his eyes made contact with 
Shauns' face. Tears or no  tears, Shaun was able to squeak out a smile for his 
brother.

"Well  Mike, have you picked a name for your slave yet?" asked  Carlos.

"Yes Sir, I'd like to call him 'pup' ", Mike  replied.

"Good choice" Carlos said, pleased with the  name.

"Now then Mike, you've got to tell the slave", said  Carlos

Standing in front of his brother Mike began. "Slave from  this moment on your 
name shall forever be 'pup' and you shall from this moment  on call me 'Sir'. 
Mike looked into Shauns' eyes and saw the look of pure love.  Mike leaned in 
a gave him a wonderfully beautiful kiss on the lips. "I love you  my little 
'pup', Mike said as he stepped away from his 'pup'.

Mrs.  Miller and the Mikes' mom both saw what had happened and out of 
instinct the  went to give Mike a big warm hug and kiss and they did the same to the 
'pup'.  Mike and the 'pup' began to weep and even Carlos had a wet eye.  

Mrs. Miller took the opportunity to feel the 'pups' balls, the  smoothness 
and shine were magnificent. Then the 'pups' mom did the same and by  now the 
'pup' was back into his embarrassing mood.

Carlos was going  to say something to all three of them but decided to hold 
off. "Now Mike, what's  down in your basement?"

Mike thought for a second then began to  answer; "nothing really. The washing 
machine and a large laundry tub on one side  and a bunch of empty boxes on 
the other. We never use it for anything except  doing laundry."

"Ok thanks, and what is on the floor and ceiling"  Carlos asked.

"The floor is bare concrete and the ceiling just is  like, well nothing. You 
look up you can see the supports for the first floor."  Mike answered.

"Excellent," said Carlos. "Can we use the basement  for the 'pup'?

Mike looked at his mom and she told Carlos that the  basement would be fine 
if he wanted to use it. Carlos sent Mike downstairs to  the basement to bring 
up all the empty boxes, while the 'pup' stayed on the  table. Mike was bringing 
up lots of boxes, filling the hallway with  them.

Carlos checked on the 'pups' balls, making sure that they  binding wasn't to 
tight or the balls turning dark blue. The balls were in great  shape.

"And you have three bedrooms upstairs?" Carlos asked.
The  mother replied that in fact there were three.

"I'd like you two  ladies to take these boxes up to the 'pups' room and put 
all of his clothes, all  of his belongings in them and I'll have Mike move them 
all into the other  bedroom. The 'pup' won't need clothes for a long time". 
And also do the same  with Mikes' clothes except for two pair of shorts, 
sneakers and two pull over  tee shirts. He needs to think 'master' and not clothes 
or anything else for  awhile."

Mike, his mother and Mrs. Miller took the boxes up and  began the task they 
were asked to do.

Carlos just stood there,  staring at the 'pup' for the longest time, then 
'dad' showed up with a large bag  of huge steaks.

Putting the steaks in the 'fridge he went over to  see his son. 

"I'd like you to meet Mikes' pup" said  Carlos.

The 'pups' father said hello to the pup and smiled. It was  then explained to 
him about the name. Then he saw the cage and stretched and  bound balls. He 
was excited to see the cage in use and he too, felt the balls of  his son.

He heard the commotion upstairs and was told by Carlos  what was going on, 
and he seemed pleased, yet remained silent. He couldn't get  over how nice his 
son looked and felt and then he hesitated a moment and also  realized that the 
'pup' had gone through another shaving and had had his  eyelashes clipped to 
nothing but nubs.  He smiled at the 'pup' and said  nothing.

Carlos had the 'pup' turn around and get his ass up and  open for viewing, 
which he did quickly.

Without warning, Carlos wet  his index finger and rammed it into the 'pups' 
love pucker until there was no  more finger to push inside the slave. 


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