Darkfire Knight

Gabriel's Nightmare

Chapters 3-4

Chapter 3

Clint looked at the boy holding his wounded testicles with no sign of remorse, "I am awake and you have not started your morning duties yet."

Gabriel wiped at his tears with the back of his hand, "I was sleeping, I didn't know you were awake sir."

"Your duty is to feel me wake up!" Clint hissed, "Now why are you not getting to work?"

Gabriel scrambled to get his head down in the man's crotch. The last thing he wanted was to get punished again. As he pushed his mouth onto the man's already rock hard cock; he braced himself for the coming flood of piss into his mouth.

Clint took a breath showing his displeasure with his new toy had been sedated at least for the moment. He reached down and pinched the boy's nose to make sure his juices were swallowed as he released his bladder. "Remember not a drop must spill, my pet."

Gabriel gulped own several mouthfuls before being allowed to get a few breaths of air. Like the day before he had to fight extremely hard not to puke. Before he even got his breath fully back he felt a pull on his ears. Knowing he was helpless to prevent it he moved forward for a second then a third round of drinking Clint's waste. At last he felt the warm stream of bitter liquid trickle to a halt. He used his tongue, as he knew he would be instructed to do until Clint at last pulled back on his ears.

"You are getting better. Just remember, I will not be so lenient next time I wake and have to tell you what to do!"

Clint rose from the bed grabbing Gabriel by his hair as he did so. "Bathroom, now!"

Gabriel let out a yelp as his hair was yanked. He had not gotten near enough sleep for a boy his age, but at the moment felt wide awake. The sudden harshness of Clint took him off guard, but being the one who had to take care of a his younger brother and sister, he had more maturity than most boys his age. His body reeled under the new pain, but his mind stayed focused enough to remember the routine from the day before.

Instead of being forced to sit on Clint's massively think piece of manhood, he was forced to take it in his mouth as the man took a shit. He nearly gagged under the combination of cock in his mouth and smell coming from the toilet, but he knew the worst part was yet to come.

Clint turned around and spread his ass cheeks. "Get to work pet!"

Gabriel took a single deep breath before pushing his face in to clean the man's waist from his crack. Of everything the man had forced him to do so far, this was the worst. Gabriel could not think of anything this bad, but like the day before, the floating lumps of crap in the toilet reminded him of his fate if he didn't complete the task to his captor's satisfaction. To this end he made sure to push his tongue deep into the man's asshole so there would be no chance of him finding any brown on the toilet paper. Ten full minutes past before he withdrew and clamped his hands over his mouth so he would not throw up.

Clint sighed, not wanting Gabriel to be done so soon. He almost made the kid continue the rim job, but he had promised he would not do such things if he were clean. He smirked as he pulled a piece of toilet paper, he could already feel Gabriel had done a good job, but liked the look of terror as he reached behind him and slowly wiped. For another instant he toyed with the idea of forcing his finger in his own ass so it would come out dirty. The fact of the matter was, he knew he could not, his ass was exit only except for a boy's wet little tongue.

Clint grinned as Gabriel nearly collapsed with relief when it came away clean, "Listorine, teeth brush, mouthwash!" Clint commanded as he slipped on a pair of shorts, "I'll be back for my shower in a couple of minutes!"

Gabriel happily obeyed as Clint slipped out of view. The taste was so nasty and the thought of what he had been forced to swallow was so terrible he almost puked again, but at the last second he slapped his hands over his face while he forced down the bile. He knew the camera in the corner was recording his every move. Finally he forced his stomach to stop heaving as he finished swishing around a mouth full of mint flavored mouthwash. Below he could hear the closing of the front door.

He waited looking at the bathroom door hoping, beyond all hope Clint had left. After only a few minutes his hopes were crushed as he saw the man put down a large plastic tub and some sort of box covered with a blanket. Judging by the huffing and puffing, the box weighed a great deal.

He came into the shower and looked down, "What you waiting for pet? I can't take a shower with clothing!"

Gabriel didn't hesitate in coming over to remove the shorts but his hands were slapped as he started to grab the waistband.

"You have a mouth, use it." Clint glared with a wicked look.

Gabriel chewed on his lip, then caught sign of Clint counting silently. The thought of the shock collar reentered his mind as he bent over and secured the waistband in his teeth and started to lower himself. It didn't take long to figure out he would have to work his way around the man, pulling on various areas until at long last they feel to the floor. Clint made it a point to let out a fart as he worked his way to the backside. Gabriel stood up; his face flush with shame and humiliation as Clint stepped out of the shorts.

The shower went much better, but was by no means fun; Gabriel had to give the man a full tongue bath before finishing by washing every inch with soapy hands. At last Clint washed him from head to toe, before making Gabriel dry him off.

Clint glanced over; "You get to drip dry while you fix us breakfast. It'll be your last normal meal today, so you may want to make it a good one!"

Gabriel didn't at all like the sound of it being his only meal: The word normal had escaped him as he dashed down the stairs.

Clint waited a few moments to make sure Gabriel was indeed down in the kitchen before he pulled off the blanket revealing a medium sized dog cage used by many airlines. He quickly opened it and pulled out a large bag of kitty litter. He smiled as he dumped the bag's absorbent granules into the baby sized plastic sandbox. Satisfied he turned to his briefcase like bag and withdrew a length of fiber optic cable with a hook and a connector on one end and a loop and a button on the other. He set this out on the bed then dug back into his little bag of toys. This time he pulled out two pieces of cloth which looked like socks without the feet part. Each of them hand thin fiber optic cables as well, only these cables had a number of little plastic disks attached to them. Finally he pulled out a new collar. This one had two small box extensions with adjustable lengths. Each extension also had a small metal disk on the end.

He worked quickly; showing his knowledge of how everything was supposed to be connected was well practiced. He finished putting the last connectors into the collar well before the smell of bacon drifted up the stairs. Looking a round, Clint scowled, then held up a finger as he remembered what was missing. He moved back over to the cage and pulled out a pair of bowls. He filled one with water from the bathroom sink, while he set the other right beside the one with water. The second one remained empty. Satisfied at last he made his way down the stars to the kitchen.

Gabriel turned as he heard the steps creak. His brief moment of semi-freedom had come to an end and he knew whatever awaited would not be pleasant. The sight of Clint entering the dining room smiling was somehow very unnerving.

"How long?" Clint asked as he stretched.

"Almost ready sir." Gabriel answered while wondering what the big hurry was. From the moment he had been painfully jerked awake, everything had seemed to be rushed, almost like Clint was eager to get things moving. The thought of this was not very comforting to the boy who had been turned into little more than a living sex toy. His thoughts were interrupted by the breakfast he was cooking. Quickly he had to smack at his chest as a little bacon grease sputtered from the pan and burned him. Cooking naked, Gabriel realized, was pretty dangerous.

At last he dished up the plates of food and served his captor as he had been taught. He waited with his own plate in hand expecting to be pulled into the man's lap.

Clint shook his head, "Not this morning my pet. You eat across from me, and make sure you get a full meal in you. Your training for the next auction will start the second you finish. No talking. You may get up for more milk, orange juice, or food without asking."

Gabriel seriously thought about eating slowly, but figured such a ply would not only be notice by the man across from him, but would also insure extra punishments. On the other hand he had been given free reign to eat and drink what he wanted so he did so. Finally after the eggs, bacon, pancakes and toast were gone, he ate a bowl of Cocoa Krispies and had a glass of chocolate milk. He finished off with a Strawberry Poptarts and another glass of orange juice.

Clint raised an eyebrow as Gabriel sighed, "Are you finished stuffing yourself?"

Gabriel managed to grin, "Yes sir."

"Very good. Now I want you to go up to your room and look around. You are a smart boy so I think you can figure out want most of the things I set up are for."

Gabriel started to stand then he saw Clint motion for him to sit back down. The look on Clint's face seemed almost apologetic. If this man felt bad about what was going to happen Gabriel knew it spelled something very awful for him indeed.

"Hold up one second and let me explain a few things to you Gabriel."

Gabriel was astonished to hear his name spoken with a note of concern by the man, but Clint's eyes told of the seriousness of what he was about to say. Gabriel paused and focused all his attention on the man knowing if he missed any instructions he would suffer.

"As you can probably guess I have done this more than a few times to other boys. I have gotten into a sort of routine. You, however, kind of broke up what I normally do because you submitted willfully, albeit for a price. This change of pace has been rather enjoyable for me and thus your price is being paid. Your brother gets exactly 10 uninterrupted minutes with his pet alone and the creature is not bothered by anyone. Your sister gets to nap with her toys every day and like your brother's pet the toys are not disturbed.

"I have never done anything like this before. Yet you have kept your end of the bargain extremely well for the most part, so I am pleased with the arrangement up to this point. Fortunately, it is not a major inconvenience for either of my friends to keep your side, but it put me out on a bit of a limb with them. There is talk I do not care to hear."

Clint looked up at the ceiling, "You are probably wondering were all this is going so let me get to the point. From now until just before this next auction you will learn everything just the way I want you to, just like you are already doing. However, the pace and the intensity of what you must learn is being pushed into an overdrive mode so you will ready on time. This means I am going to do things I don't normally do for days within hours and things I usually limit for punishments will be included in your training. Furthermore, some forms of punishment I basically refuse to use unless a boy hurts me will be fair game. I know I told you I do not hit, but I am afraid I might bend this rule over the next two days as the need arises, which it certainly will. What I am demanding should take you two weeks to learn, not two days.

"Your real test will be with the people who now care for your brother and sister along with others who will try to shake you into misbehaving to make me look bad. And believe me, you do not want to find out how I will act if I am made to look bad due even in part by your actions. Making matters far worse for you will be the fact some of the others will, upon seeing you behave like a proper little boy-pet, become jealous and will join in with those who resent my power, money and status within the organization. Basically, what I am saying is, the better you act the worse it will be for you until they give me credit for your training or the auction starts. Even then you will have to be ready for anything."

Clint stared strait into Gabriel's eyes, "If you show my decision to allow your siblings some mercy was a good one by performing perfectly, you will be rewarded, maybe not in a way you will like, but when you look back; it will be a major reward. If not, your next month and three weeks will be a living hell of the worst sort. Am I being clear?"

Gabriel felt like his eyes were bugging out of his head. His mind raced with terrible thoughts of his fingers being broken by vice grips or worse yet his balls. The man's face looked that deadly serious! "I understand sir."

Slowly Clint nodded, "Excellent! Now rule one. Until told otherwise you will not be allowed to speak a single word. Even if you are punished and need to cry out you will not say a single word that can be understood or even mistaken for a word. Clear?"

Gabriel nodded, "I 3;"

He fell to the floor under a shock setting so high it actually left two tiny burn marks on his neck.

Clint shook his head reached down and actually lifted Gabriel by his tiny penis and balls getting a window shaking scream of pain, "Much better, screams, cries, moans, and whimpers are all tolerable, at least for now. But no words, means no words! You are not allowed to answer back, no words! Now get upstairs, look around, and get you mind set for what is to come."

Gabriel struggled to his feet and staggered up the steps clutching his wounded groin. Getting to the top of the steps he gulped in a few lung-fulls of air. The terrible pain of the wake up twist to his scrotum had been bad, but it was like a feather being run down his back when compared to being pulled off the ground by his privates. Tears ran down his face as he shook. His mind suddenly realized if he screwed up and didn't pass the "test" his thoughts as to what would happen had been off some. Those things would just be a few warm ups to the real pain that would follow.

At last regaining some strength, Gabriel entered his room and saw the new layout. Part of his mind understood instantly what would be expected, but the compassionate side rebelled saying it couldn't be true, yet as he gazed at the small cage, dog dishes, new collar with the strange attachments and leash he slowly realized why Clint kept calling him a pet.

Getting over the shock of knowing he would very shortly be treated as a dog he walked around and looked at the sandbox. His puzzlement lasted for only a few seconds as his eyes saw the half-empty bag of kitty litter. Right then and there he knew he would not even be allowed to use the toilet! An extra horror took shape as he noticed both dishes were stenciled with the name "Gabe". Without realizing it, Gabriel let his shoulders sag and head fall; seconds later came a new flow of tears as the pure indignity of what awaited hit him.

Clint entered the room over 20 minutes after telling Gabriel to go take a look. He wanted the kid to get a good idea what he was in for so the training could begin without the normal protests, fits, and rebelling every other brat had given him over the years. He felt his cock harden as he saw the look of hopelessness on Gabriel's gorgeous tear-streaked face.

Clint wanted to get started right away, but he could not resist one quick detour. He sat on the bed, grabbed the boy, and pulled him close and twisted a nipple. Clint smiled, as the tears grew even more intense. His tongue flashed out and tasted a few of the drops before he pulled the boy's face to his mouth. Eagerly he got to work licking Gabriel's face until he got his fill of the wonderful taste of salty boy tears. It was a silly weakness, Clint knew, but the taste of a boy's feet were only matched by a boy's tears and licking a face was wonderful in and of itself because the disgust was there to look at the whole time!

Wth his desire settled at last he pushed Gabriel to the floor hard, "Stay on all fours!"

Gabriel desperately wanted to wipe his face. He could feel the man's saliva all over his cheeks, forehead, and chin, but he fought the urge knowing it would certainly get him a punishment. To fight his desire he concentrated on gripping the blanket his hands and knees now rested on as tightly as possible.

Clint made short work of removing the old shock collar and replacing it with the new one equipped with the leash and other attachments. He then knelt next to Gabriel while grabbing the boy's left foot. With skill he slid the first of the two sock-like cloth things up the boy's leg until it covered his knee. Satisfied he took a quick lick of the foot in his hand before repeating the process with the right leg.

Gabriel remained as still as possible. Having his foot grabbed almost made him fall over, but he managed to stay on his hands and one knee. After the somewhat tight cloth was pulled over both knees, he watched as Clint secured the thin wires attaching the knee things to the collar he now wore to first his sides, then hips and lastly outer thighs. This was done with a set of sticky pads hanging on each wire. Although he didn't know what they were, he could tell by their cold feeling they had metal centers. This in turn told him they would probably shock him as well.

This thought didn't make Gabriel happy at all, especially since the box on the new collar was much bigger and heavier. He again guessed, correctly, this meant it had a more powerful battery. He didn't have much time to dwell on this though because Clint was still very busy and grabbed his arms one at a time to continue his work.

Two new wires were then run down his arms, again attached by the sticky pads with metal centers. The ends were stuck into the center of his hands. These felt weird at first, but they were so thin and stretched to the movements of his hands so well they weren't really uncomfortable. He was starting to get used to the feel of the whole set up when he saw Clint pull on the last two leads protruding from the collar. Even though he could not see what was going on, as Clint pulled the small boxes behind him, he could feel them being stuck on under each of his ears. Gabriel shook with a wave of pain as they were shoved into place. He was relieved the pain quit the second Clint pulled his hands back, but he could still feel a lingering sensation all the way through his jaw.

Clint couldn't help but smile at Gabriel's reaction to the placement of the last connectors. He clearly got them over the pressure points on the first try. Part of him didn't want to use those twin boxes bulging out from under the boy's ears like a little version of Frankenstein, but he figured he would have to. The more pain the boy learned to endure the better off Clint was. Besides, he could always trigger them as a warning as to what life would be like if Gabriel failed him! This idea gave him a bit of a hard-on.

Gabriel remained on all fours clutching the blanket as much to give his mind something to focus on as it was to give him some kind of security. This came to an abrupt halt as his captor stood up then stepped down hard on his right hand. He fell forward screaming not knowing what he had done wrong.

Clint calmly waited for Gabriel to regain his senses, "Lesson 2. You are a boy- pet, nothing more than a dog! Dogs don't have hands thus a boy-pet is not allowed to use hands. Now get both of your front feet on the floor like a good boy-pet!"

Gabriel obeyed instantly, placing both his hands on the ground with palms flat. His right hand hurt something awful and he really wanted to use his other hand to rub it but knew to do so would just invite a new attack.

"Much better." Clint nodded slightly to show approval. "Now let me run down how a boy-pet is to respond and act. Any breach of these guidelines will result in instant retaliation. There will be no three counts, there will be no second chances, and there will be no recovery time allowed. There will be a simple explanation followed by a second reminder of what happens when my boy-pet misbehaves."

Clint dropped the leash so Gabriel could see it. "When held this must not be allowed to pull on your collar or you will feel it. As long as you stay close to the holder and allow it to sag some you will be fine."

Clint walked over to the sandbox, "This is your bathroom, make sure if you have to shit, you bury it with your feet like a dog. I don't want to smell it! Any use of hand-like motions will guarantee you having your crap along with the kitty litter as a snack."

Clint continued on by pointing down at the two dishes, "This is your food and water bowl, Gabe. You will get food in your dish once a day and the water will be filled when needed. You will eat and drink like any good pet. Hands are for humans, monkeys, and apes and boy-pets do not rate that high!

"Also like any good pet you will walk on all fours. The pads on your front feet and knees will know if you do not walk like a good boy-pet and will also respond if you do not keep all four feet firmly planted when you are not moving. This means you sit like a dog with your front paws on the ground or you will feel your mistake in short order. Let me warn you that each time you fuck up the collar will send a harder shock until you either learn or it kills you. Also note I get a readout on my computer each time a shock happens so in addition to the collar you will get my personal attention as well."

Patting the small cage Clint smiled, "This home is your safe spot, but you may only enter it when commanded. When in here your collar and other devices are automatically put into a save mode. Thus the only place you can safely sleep is in your home."

Gabriel desperately wanted to figure out how to get out of this. After hearing all of this he would have been more than happy to lick the man's shit hole clean or even let him take a crap directly into his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. The first peep of a word and he knew he would be back on the floor rolling in waves of electrically generated agony. Without words there was no way he could convey his thoughts so he stayed on his hands and knees quaking with fear, disgust, and humiliation.

For a few moments he wondered what would have happened if he had not spoken up for his brother and sister, but his mind went back to what Clint said at the breakfast table. This would have happened anyway, just slower. Trying to figure out a way to keep his own spirits up his mind locked onto a positive thought: Maybe this was all for the best, he could just get it over with this way and if it ended with Clint being happy then his life might get a little easier.

Clint's mind was equally spinning, although the direction was completely different. He looked down at Gabriel wondering if he could really train the boy in the time he had allotted. His reputation and even his directorship within the organization he helped to found could be jeopardized if this failed. Yet, if this gambit succeeded, he could be named the new president! He would control the whole operation and have access to everyone's stash. As a director, he could stop by and partake of any normal member's harem just as a normal member could demand the same from the junior members. But only the president could put his fingers on a director's property. Part of him missed the man who had been the real driving force behind the organization known only as "The Group", but another part of him had been jealous. More than once the man had appeared unexpectedly at his door just to "sample the goods" as he so nicely put it. Yes it had been his right, and no, Clint didn't really want to see the man dead. But the plane crash had brought about a new freedom. He no longer had to worry about a favorite toy being taken by the man for a week, month, or even longer only to be returned with an ass widened by numerous devices and a dick that had been sucked on so often and roughly it had teeth-mark scars.

The election of a new president was something no one had thought about so no rules existed prior to the man's sudden demise. The directors got together in an emergency meeting and after much grandstanding, arguing, and a few close calls with fists, it was decided to let actions speak louder than words. It would be left up to the normal members by the casting of electronic votes via-e-mail. At the same time, a new director would be selected from the current roster of normal members. The vote would come the following Saturday. So if Gabe managed to succeed, his chances of getting the presidency would improve a hundred-fold because the next auction would draw quite a crowd. The playthings were for sale, not for rent so the interest in this one would be very high. It also meant those that did not or could not attend would surely hear about it. The down side, of course, would be if Gabe screwed up. Everyone would know of his failure and it was even possible there would be a big enough outcry to put his directorship status to a vote of no confidence. On that he doubted he would lose, but his reputation would be all but ruined if it did come to such an extreme.

Clint shook his head to refocus on his little boy-pet, "You look like you have had enough time to digest the information about your general behaviors so now let me run down a few things expected of all boy-pets by their masters.

"First off, as I am sure you have already guessed, you must continue to follow all commands. "Secondly, there is no reason why you cannot suck cock while on all fours nor is there any reason you cannot accept the same cock up your ass."

Gabriel stayed on his hands and knees without any sign of emotion. As much as he dreaded having a dick poked into him, the one thing he had figured out was that his mouth and butt would continue to be filled with the man's dick no matter what else happened. He half wondered why Clint had even bothered to bring it up.

"Stay still and don't move your head." Clint commanded as he walked around behind Gabriel. "The real challenge of being a boy-pet is not reacting." Without warning Clint shoved a finger up into Gabriel's butt.

Gabriel fell forward and yelled "Ouch!"

Instantly shocks tore down through the collar and into the arm and leg wires. So intense was the pain Gabriel rolled on the floor as if on fire. He screamed repeatedly until the voltage suddenly stopped.

Roughly Clint yanked the boy off the ground and slammed his hands and knees back onto the floor. Still supporting the boy because he knew Gabriel was not capable of doing so on his own he yelled right into the child's ear "Ouch is a human word boy-pet! You are Gabe, a pet, my pet. Now stop your shaking."

Gabriel couldn't stop shaking. Every muscle in his body seemed to have knotted up under the blast of shocks sent along the wises attached to his body. Everything from his neck to his chest to his hands and feet ached. He barely managed to stay up on his hands and knees as Clint let go.

Seconds later a swishing sound filled the air then a terrible wet smack landed over his butt cheeks. Gabriel again fell and screamed. Involuntary actions took over as his hands moved to cover his wounded rear. Before he realized what he had done another round of shocks tore trough him, then another swish. This time the blow came across his knuckles causing yet more screams and shocks. He tried to roll into a ball while keeping his hands and knees on the floor, but it didn't work. Each craklkllll the tightly rolled wet towel drove him to move and made the collar shock him. His ability to stay up ended after only a few minutes of the combination assaults. At last he fell and the collar blasted him continuously as Clint moved around him striking seemingly endless whip-like blows from the coiled wet towel. This continued until he at last blacked out.

Gabriel woke and tried to stretch only to find he could barely move. He opened his eyes and saw only a gray wall centimeters from his nose and a little light trickling in form behind him. His body hurt all over and he was desperately cold. He realized his teeth were even chattering some. It took him a few more seconds to realize he was soaking wet. Shivering like crazy, he started to test what he could and could not do. Slowly he came to realize he was inside the cage. The overhead clearance was not quite tall enough for him to stand on all fours so he had to keep crouched down some and his forehead was almost hitting the back of the cage at the same time he could feel his feet touching the metal cage door. There was, however, some side to side room. Slowly he managed to rotate himself too look out of the opening. The first thing he noticed was he was no longer in his room, the cage was in the basement. He could clearly see the side of the dryer. The second thing he noticed was Clint holding a water hose that normally went into the washer. He had connected a sprayer to the hose like the one dad used to wash the car with.

Clint noticed Gabe looking at him and the hose. He pointed the spryer at the cage and pulled the handle. A spray of cold water hit Gabriel right in the face. He kept it on the boy for quite a few minutes before finally putting it down.

"Now that you are awake again I think it is time we continue your training, only this time I think it would be better if we did it down here. I had to convince the neighbors I was house sitting and all the yelling was actually the new TV stereo hook up. It isn't much fun having to apologize for you. Nor am I happy that I had to call in a favor and get a new stereo delivered here so I could cover it up if the bitch comes back."

The thought of such a near rescue from the man standing in front of him was like a final nail in a coffin. He was crushed. Gabriel head fell against the locked cage door as he started to cry.

Clint shrugged and sprayed another burst of water at the boy to shut him up.

"Enough of that. You are supposed to be learning how to be a good boy-pet. Now before I was so rudely interrupted by your use of a human sounding word, I was trying to explain you have to learn how to not react. This includes taking a finger up the ass as well as staying quiet while someone plays with your balls. It also includes things which may be very uncomfortable, such as being cold."

Another burst of water hit Gabriel in the face.

"This will stop as soon as you remain still with no obvious shaking for five minutes."

Gabriel fought to control his body's shivering. Every minute or so he got a burst of cold water to not only keep him cold, but also to make him move. It took quite some time realize he had to simply endure the water and not move. Once he got his mind prepared he learned that if he tightened up his body and closed his eyes the water would be cold and would sting, but he could remain otherwise motionless.

Well after an hour and a half of this torment Clint at last put down the hose and disappeared out of sight. Gabriel could hear the man fiddling with the hose and spraying some water, but what exactly was going on he could not tell. Suddenly he reappeared and a new blast of water shot out, this time very hot water. Gabriel again screamed.

Clint sat back on the chair calmly, "I adjusted the temperature setting on the new water heater your father bought. It is not hot enough to scald you, but it will come close. You learned how to handle cold so now let's turn up the heat a little."

Clint again aimed and fired, and as he expected he was rewarded with a new scream. He pushed the handle again just to hear the wonderful sound of pain and helplessness. He smiled as he was thus rewarded.

Gabriel tried over and over again to do what he had done with the cold water, but the water was so hot it burned. He couldn't just brace himself and take it. Each new blast made his skin redder and the pain more intense. Finally he just gave up trying to defend against it. He lowered his head and bit his lip hard to prevent himself from screaming at the pain. 5, 6, 7, more times the hot water sprayed into his face and arms, then, before he really understood that he had managed to pass this test Clint unlocked the cage, drug him out of it, and slapped a new battery into the collar.

"See you can do it if you just figure out a way to endure it."

Clint stroked Gabriel's hair and ran his had down the boy's beet read skin. Satisfied there were no actual burns he stood and walked over to the hose and turned it off. On the way back he slammed his finger into Gabriel's ass again. This time Gabriel winced and rocked forward from the unexpected assault but otherwise remained motionless and on all fours.

Pulling out his finger Clint chuckled, "Well done Gabe. Now lick it clean."

Gabriel opened his mouth and accepted the finger that had just been removed from his ass without any hesitation. This was so minor compared with the shocks, the towel, the cage, and the water it was like nothing at all. Such a little thing didn't matter to him any more.

Clint smiled to himself. Gabe, his little boy-pet, might just make it at the auction after all. Picking up the leash he looked down.

"You did well enough to give yourself a little bit of a break. I am going to turn off the collar for 10 minutes so you can get used to being lead around like a good boy-pet should. Then we will go for a 2-hour walk around the house until you are just as good at walking as you are at not reacting to little annoyances."

Gabriel didn't really care about being lead around. It was easy enough to get used to. All he really had to do was crawl like a baby. The really nice thing for him was the fact the collar had been turned off briefly so he could stretch out his cramped limbs. He half expected Clint to punish him, but when it didn't happen he shook of the last of the cramps in his legs and started crawling along like he knew he would have to.

Clint dropped the leash so Gabriel could see it, "OK, you got it down pretty well but I am going to give you another few minutes before the collar comes on. You are walking properly, but you do not stay close enough. You would have been getting shocks the whole time!"

Clint exhaled knowing his boy-pet should not be expected to be in the early 2nd week of his training in less than a day, so a little understanding was warranted.

"You need to pay attention to the leash as well. If it goes tight you will get shocked."

Clint reached down and squeezed Gabriel's nuts hard. He was extremely pleased when his little boy-pet let out a slight whimper but otherwise remained still.

"This is your only break Gabe, so you better use it, or you will really be hating the rest of your day."

Gabriel forced the thoughts of the pain inflicted on his groin from his mind as he spent another few minutes trying to figure out how to keep the leash from sagging when the stupid thing was so short. Every time Clint turned unexpectedly the leash would go tight before Gabriel could compensate. Well before he really got a good feel of how to make it work the collar was turned back on.

Clint continued to walk around the house allowing shock after shock to bite the boy. He took no time for recovery and even increased the number of shocks by continuously taking his boy-pet up and down the steps, something he knew form experience with other boy-pets was the hardest of things to master.

To further accelerate the training and make sure Gabe was prepared for the unexpected, he picked up his umbrella and used it to further torment the lad. Every once and a while he would roughly shove the tip into the boy or yank at an arm or leg with the curved handle to simulate the abuse of others. Several times this caused Gabe to fall or jerk, which in turn caused the collar to really unleash a wave of shocks.

By the time the battery needed to be changed, Gabriel was a twitching mass of pain. He knew if it were not for his brother and sister who probably going through much of the same and at least in his brother's case worse, he would just stop. He would be happy to just let the man kill him. But every time he started to give up, Clint would simply pat his cell phone and ask if he should call to remove the protection off of Flash. Knowing it would crush his brother and would also eliminate the ten short minutes free of the man who held him, Gabriel continued on.

Yet he also knew he had figured out a few very important things. First was how to prevent the leash from going tight. All he had to do was stay in contact with Clint's leg. This way even if the man moved he could react before the leash pulled on the collar.

The second was every bit as important, at least in Gabreil's tortured mind. It was the fact that the pokes, smacks and trips from the umbrella were nothing when compared to what the collar would do. So, by ignoring the minor pains he could get away from the big one.

Well before he was ready, he felt Clint stand back up, grabbing the leash as he did so. He was taken up to his water dish and allowed to drink and piss in the sandbox before the whole thing started all over again.

This time Gabriel did everything in his power to just keep next to Clint and keep his knees and hands moving or on the ground. The steps were the worst, but he managed to get through them three times in a row without getting shocked. The stairs also hurt his knees a great deal. Something finally dawned on the boy as he was again walked through the basement and back up the steps. He had been told two hours, but it had been way longer than that. As he wondered about this he felt another shock and shook in anger at himself for messing up. He took a deep breath and moved so he was again in contact with Clint's leg. Of course this gave the man a chance to once again shove a finger up his ass. Without thinking about it, Gabriel opened his mouth to suck it clean.

Clint chuckled as he drug his finger along the boy's lips before sticking it in so it could be properly cleaned, "You are getting much better my boy-pet, but now I have to start the stopwatch over again. You must really like all this exercise!"

Gabriel's shoulders slumped as he hung his head as the new realization set in. The two hours would only be over if he were not punished during them. For the first time in several hours Gabriel cried.

Clint sighed. He looked at his watch and shrugged, "OK, Gabe, lets take a break.

I'll get you some more water and get your dinner. You may go up to your cage if you would like or stay out, but remember it you stay out of your cage you must remain on all hands because the collar still works even if I am not holding on to the leash.

"It's up to you, but it will probably be an hour or more because I am going to eat first. I'd think you would want the cage."

Gabriel looked up with total confusion. How could he get into the cage when one: It was down in the basement and two: it had a spring-loaded latch that would require him to use his hands to open.

Clint started to walk away then noticed Gabe was not moving. He almost reached for the controller to shock him for not following instruction, but stopped just before he pressed the button. The boy's eyes told him something was wrong. Frowning he walked back over to his boy-pet and knelt.

"You may speak like a boy for one minute."

Gabriel gulped nervously, but figured he better ask.

"How do I get my cage to my room and open the door to it sir?"

The simple fact he had finally been allowed to say something felt very good to him. It never occurred to him that he had called the cage his. Nor did it strike him as odd that he actually saw the cage as his.

Clint cringed, "You are correct, it is still in the basement. I will get it up to your room. As far as getting into it, you can push the button on the left side of the cage as you face it. That will open the door for exactly 30 seconds. Make sure your whole body is inside by the time it closes or your collar will go off."

Gabriel used the sandbox again and finished off the water as best as he could. Not having a tongue like a dog, he had to put his face in the dish and slurp up the water to drink. It was humiliating, but the water really helped his repeatedly shocked throat and allowed him to regain some strength. He briefly thought about staying out of the cage but at least while in it he could rest and could not get shocked. Reluctantly, he pushed the button with his forehead and scrambled around to crawl in. Well before he could get himself turned around in the cramped space, the door had already shut and locked Clint came in and looked in the cage to find Gabe sound asleep. It always amazed him when he saw one of his boy-pets sleeping in the tiny confines. Boys were so amazing. They could adapt to things so quickly. He started to kick the cage but stopped himself. He had already pushed the boy far further than he had ever though possible and it was only 1500. If he got the boy up at 1800 or even 1900, fed him and got started again, he would still have plenty of time for Gabe to complete his two-hour assignment. Clint already guessed Gabe would make it. The boy's love for his brother and sister drove him to do whatever was required to help them, even if it was only a ten minute break a day, in Gabe's mind it was something.

"So be it," Clint whispered to himself, "if it gets me the presidency, I will get his siblings whatever he wants once we have to give them back to daddy. I just wonder what Gabe would do if knew this had all been daddy's idea."

Clint laughed softly as he made his way down to his car. Gabe was not going anywhere so he could get out and make sure what he was being told from the others was true. Besides, he liked exercising his directorship powers once and a while.

Chapter 4

Clint's eyebrows shot up. The voice was not one he recognized. "This is Clint. Get the mistress."

Clint drummed his fingers across the steering wheel of his BMW for over two full minutes before the speaker again crackled, "Clint?"

"Yea, it's me Tony." Clint responded as he watched a couple of cute boys of about eight peddling their bikes toward the park only a couple of blocks away. The gate started to open, but he didn't pull in until the two boys were no longer in his sights. At last he let his foot off the break and guided the powerful machine down the hill toward a house that used to be owned by a powerful plantation owner.

Part of him found it ironic that slaves once again attended to the house so long after the wonderful institution had been crushed by the animals who lived well to the north. His southern up bringing was a proper one, and he like many others still felt the states of the Old South were being punished by the men in Washington D.C.

A young man of no more than 15 come down the steps wearing a thin black tee shirt and extremely tight black shorts that showed off his package well. Around his neck was a tuxedo quality white bow tie. Clint allowed the youngster to open the door for him before he spoke to him.

"How are you doing Lawrence?"

"I am well Master Clint. Do you wish me to park your automobile?"

"Not one scratch Lawrence." Clint commanded as he pushed the keys into the boy's hand with his left hand. His right hand went down to squeeze the boy's well outlined testicles until he heard a slight gasp of pain.

"No scratches Master Clint." The boy managed to say albeit an octave higher than before.

Clint released the boy with a bit of a glare; "You are to old to show pain Lawrence."

"My apologies Master Clint. What punishment due you decree?"

"Report to the mistress for twenty strikes on each of your balls."

The boy's calm looking face fell in dismay at the command, "Master please not that!"

Clint raised an eyebrow, "Lawrence, you have not talked back to me in almost a year. I thought you were finally beyond being a boy-pet, but maybe not."

The boy lowered his head in fear; "I am sorry Master I shall go to the mistress as soon as your Automobile is parked."

"And why should I allow your newest misbehavior to go unpunished?" Clint demanded.

Almost petrified at the thought of what would happen if his outburst was reported, he shook slightly, "I will do whatever you command Master."

"Fine," Clint's face told of his unhappiness with the lad in front of him, "You will park my car and proceed up to your room. When I get up there I want to see two of the smaller, yet not two small, newer servants with guts full from an enema and butt plugs in place. You will be nude and will hand each servant a ruler when I enter your room. As soon as the door closes you will command then to lock you to your bed. One will be commanded to hit your left nut the other your right nut until I am satisfied. Lastly, you will have a bucket so I can catch what comes out of each servant and you will then drink until the bucket is empty. If I am not happy with your choices of servants than I will find four others. Then all six will take turns on you.

"The alternative is to go tell the mistress of your actions and tell her your desire to be a boy-pet until you are 16 years of age. I am sure you would find the cage a bit more cramped now that you are several centimeters taller."

Tears poured down Lawrence's cheeks as he shook with a mixture of terror and revulsion; "I will be waiting in my room with everything set as you commanded Master Clint."

"You will fetch a good price from the emerald mines in South America when they tire of you boy." Clint commented cruelly as he marched up the steps only to have it opened by one of the few boys he had ever really wanted but had been out bid on.

Clint ruffled the hair of the little 9-year-old who happened to have golden blond hair and a left eye that was dark green and a right one that was blue as the sky. This splendid creature held the record of highest priced sale. He fetched the drunk mother a handsome 275,000 English Pounds. The only problem with his purchase was he was never trained other than to be a nude butler, so he was off limits to the directors and even the president. The first time his ass lost its virginity, he would no longer have such a status. Unfortunately, this little prize was actually loved by Tony, so he refused to let anything of the sort happen to his beautiful little butler. Truth be told, little Jamie had a private room, toys, and full run of the house when the services of a butler were not needed. The only requirement was the boy being nude.

"What Can I do for you Clint?" Tony's voice sounded from the top of the stairs. "Other than giving me about 30 minutes with Lawrence and a quick look in on your new rental, I just wanted to inform you of my intentions to bring Gabriel to the outing on Tuesday."

Tony straightened up in some surprise; "You're bringing a lap-boy so soon?"

"Oh, no." Clint smiled, "I'm bringing a boy-pet, not a lap-boy."

Tony came down the steps shaking his head; "There's no way! He will fail within 20 minutes."

"If he doesn't can I count on your vote for president?"

Tony chewed on his lip in thought for a second, "Sure. As long as if he fails I get that cute little Polish kid you bought a few months back." Tony paused then added, "For keeps."

Clint winced for a second, "That is a hell of a price. I'll deal if I can have a few non-penetration photo shoots with Jamie here."

"Nothing up the ass at all, not even a thermometer, and no dick sucking of anyone older than he is. You agree, and we have a deal."

"What about Gabriel, he is not large at all."

Tony looked at the boy with an almost fatherly love, "Yea, I guess that would be OK. But I want a copy of the films and they only stay between you and me."

"Done!" Clint shook with anticipation at the idea of having a few videos with Jamie on them, even if they were soft porn.

Clint made short work of checking on little Sara. He found the girl wearing nothing at all licking a toddler's ass clean in the nursery while a pregnant older girl of about 13 or 14 watched on. Whenever Sara tried to back off a large dildo got shoved further up her ass.

The older girl turned as she saw them, "Don't worry Master Anthony. She'll have that in her all the way before nightfall, then you'll fill her little twat with your cock so both ends will seem full all night."

"Kind of a strange duty for her. What did she do?" Clint asked as Sara continued to cry and lick at the toddler's shit smeared butt. He also noticed a crib with her stuffed animals in a corner of the room. Unlike most baby crib's, however, this one had a lid and a clasp to lock it shut. Clint shrugged; the girl was almost certainly getting a few minutes to nap with her toys and would not be disturbed in such a contraption.

"She didn't like the idea of helping my girls in the maternity area get their pussies clean once they pissed, so my lovely wife figured maybe she would like a day in the nursery instead. Our younger girls are in no state to get up, even for the bathroom just before they fully ripen. Hopefully tomorrow she will learn to like pussy juice. My wife is really looking forward to having that sweet little face shoved in her cunt every morning."

"Oh, I bet she is." Clint chuckled, "How long does she get for a nap time?"

"I told the girls an hour a day, but I know they give her at least two hours. I'm pretty lax up here cause these girls are expected to produce enough to keep my supply of kids for wanting parents who have no other source. Hell I got to make sure three of the girls who dropped this month get another bun in the oven. You know, not every person out there wants to put up with a baby, they would prefer to get a kid of about three who is already potty trained. You would be surprised what that little shit will get me once he is walking and knows when to go to the toilet."

Clint had heard this all before, but babies disgusted him. He could readily understand why people would pay 50000 or more for a kid who was potty-trained. All he really wanted was to get out of this section and have some fun with Lawrence.

"Sounds like you are busy, so if you don't mind I will see to Lawrence then take my leave."

"Enjoy him while you can. We started taking bids on him last week."

"Damn, so soon?" Clint smirked, "Oh well, he is filling out a little too much to be cute anyway."

"Yea, and he doesn't have much success getting my girls plump so he is beginning to be more of a burden than keeping him justifies. He has only fathered four dozen times. You know I am really looking forward to Jamie being able to father kids. If I can just get one or two with those eyes 3;" Anthony's voice drifted off as he smiled at the thought of creating such perfection.

Clint had never thought of this aspect of Tony's work before and silently shook his head. The man rarely bought boys, but now he understood why he did buy them on occasion. He was trying to make better-looking kids to sell! There was no way anyone would want a hooked nose, nor would they want Tony's other facial features. Flatly speaking, Tony was unattractive. Until now, Clint hadn't thought about whom actually fathered Anthony's stock.

As he walked up to Lawrence's room he found he had a whole new respect for Anthony and his wife. He half wondered if maybe he had found whom he would support to be put on the directors' board to replace the man who would become president. In other words, Clint smiled as he placed his hand on the doorknob to Lawrence's room; maybe he had found a person worthy of support to replace himself.

Clint opened the door quickly to provide as little warning as possible. His eyes scanned the room quickly. He smiled. His commands were being followed but had not been completed yet. A girl of about 11 had tears in her eyes and looked almost pregnant under the water of the enema. She held her stomach as she struggled with a new wave of cramps. Clint had to chuckle to himself. This would be good for the little twat. With in a year or two she would be in the wing with the other girls whose sole job was too drop babies. The medications she would be given would all but assure her of getting twins or even triplets. Tony only made money if his 45 or so girls produced. These minor gut cramps he was witnessing would be nothing when compared to having a kid or three in her at only 12 or 13 years of age.

On the other side of the bed Lawrence was working a butt plug into a fairly new boy. Clint smiled as he remembered the boy from an auction only a month or so ago. The youngster had stabbed his own grandfather with a long pencil as soon as he figured out what was going on.

The youngster had then pulled out the pencil, stabbed the old man again, and walked to the center of the room asking who was next. Tony had been the only one to react. He jumped up and restrained the lad while offering the first and last bid on the kid.

The kid looked quite a bit different now. His hands cuffed to a chair, ass sticking up in the air, and gut bloated with water. Yet one thing had not changed. He was not crying, nor was he begging for the large piece of plastic to be removed from his backside. He was a tough one!

Lawrence looked up from behind an 11-year-old boy with wide eyes showing his fear, "Master Clint, I am not ready yet."

"So I noticed!" Clint growled. "What is the holdup?"

"The enema tip was too big. I had to get a smaller one master." Lawrence whimpered in fear at having failed to get things ready as instructed.

"You boys are just too damn spoiled here!" Clint shouted as he slammed the door blocking out other sounds from the massive mansion.

"He's been here for a month and hasn't even had his ass stretched properly yet!"

Lawrence backed away as Clint came up behind the boy cuffed to the chair; "I am sorry master Clint, but the mistress set aside his training because he is good at making babies."

Clint felt his eyebrows arch in surprise. He stopped putting spit on his fingers, choosing instead to run his hands down the boy. "So you can cum already?"

"Yes master." The youngster almost growled.

"Hum, I shall have to see this for myself." Clint glanced over this shoulder, "Lawrence, squeeze this water into him then get me the smallest buttplug you can find and secure it in this boy. Once finished allow the new whore to strap you in as instructed earlier."

Eagerly, Clint went to work rubbing the boy's quite impressive piece of meat. Within only a few minutes he could feel the boy getting ready to shoot a load. "Not yet boy." Clint stated as he took the offered buttplug from Lawrence.

The youngster groaned in the frustration of having been brought so close to orgasm only to have it stopped.

Clint quickly pulled out the enema tube and shoved in the buttplug, finally getting a yelp of pain from the boy. Still the boy stifled a flow of tears as he gritted his teeth.

"Damn, what an ass." Clint remarked as he smacked the bare cheeks and the rubber plug held firmly in place between the smooth white half-moons.

Clint resumed stroking the boy's meat until it was once again almost ready to fire off a wave or two of sperm. So close was the boy this time there were even a few drops of clear precum on the boy's circumcised cock.

"No question, you are ripe. Pretty impressive for a kid who would have completed fifth grade this summer. Be a good boy and you'll actually get to relieve this."

Clint stood and glanced over at Lawrence. He smiled as the girl worked hard to secure the older boy to the bed with the leather bondage gear already attached to each post. Her efforts were badly hampered, however, by new waves of cramps coming from her bloated intestines.

Clint made a quick check of the area for any potential weapons before removing the handcuffs holding the younger lad to the chair. He stepped back waiting for a possible attack, but none came. Instead the boy rolled off the chair and cringed as the water in his gut gave him a cramp.

Clint looked evilly at Lawrence, "Let me explain something to both of you younger ones. Over the next few years you will get to know me. I am Master Clint. Now I don't care for girls much, but I do occasionally indulge, so neither one of you are of the hook with me. It is also of some note that I live very close by so you will see me quite often. On the other hand, You can get on my good side. I don't know your names, nor will I ever need to know them as long as you keep me happy.

"I got to know Lawrence's name, here, the very first time I met him a little over six years ago now. He spilled hot coffee on me while calling me an asshole. He has been a favorite of mine ever since. Now you two are being punished because he spoke back to me today. One thing I know very well about Lawrence is his terrible disgust of human waste. Therefore, you get to beat him for making you both get an enema, then he will get to drink what comes out of both of you.

"Now if either of you has any thoughts of holding back, remember he chose you. I had nothing to do with the selection of his enema toys. Furthermore, your actions up here will either be rewarded or punished depending on how I view your handling of Lawrence."

Clint moved over and stroked the boy again for a few moments, "You either get to use this in your cute little girlfriend across the bed from you or I will let Lawrence chew on it while my cock slams up inside your virgin ass."

Clint smirked as he saw a hint of fear spread across the boy's face as he moved around to the girl.

"And you little sweet thing, can either get a taste of real sex form a boy about your age or from me in your ass and Lawrence in your twat at the same time."

Clint stood and smiled, "One last thing both of you should know. Master Anthony and the Mistress here do not often give enemas. But I will guarantee you will live with them every single day, for at least 8 hours a day for one year if you do not do a good enough job on Lawrence's balls."

Clint handed the boy and girl each a 12-inch [30 cm] flimsy plastic school ruler then pulled Lawrence's legs further apart, "Begin, but work to get your timing down. The blows should hit at the same moment."

Lawrence started begging before the first smack of the ruler connected with his exposed testicles. Within a few seconds all the boy could do was scream.

Clint made sure to move between the two children pushing on their bloated guts while warning them of what it would feel like if they had to get twice as much liquid for 8 hours. The girl, in particular, needed a little more attention to get her into the mood, but a few quick shoves of a the buttplug deeper into her already extended bowels did wonders to keep the blows firm and well aimed.

Clint waited until Lawrence could no longer scream before pulling both of the younger children back.

"Now I want you to remove each other's plugs. Make sure you are over the bucket because if any spills, you will lick it all the floor."

Clint almost turned his attention back to Lawrence before holding up a finger, "Boy, you get yours out first. Girl, since you didn't really get in to the spirit of this, you will clean boy's ass off with your tongue. Once Lawrence has consumed the first load, girl will get her plug removed and will sit on Lawrence's face until girl's ass is clean.

"Boy, you will then be given girl to do what you want with for the rest of the day. Boy is to have no more duties other than to summon help to clean up Lawrence. Good job boy."

Clint watched in amusement as his commands were followed. It was particularly enjoyable to watch Lawrence repeated puke, then re-eat the enema water from the kids. At last tiring of this, and getting more than a little sick of the smell he ordered one of the other slaves to see to it Lawrence finished up and was cleaned up. As Jamie escorted him down the stairs, he smiled as Tony's wife stepped into view.

"Hello, Mistress Elizabeth!"

"And a good day to you Master Clint! Judging from the screaming, little Lawrence must have been quite a bad boy!"

Clint shrugged, "He had the nerve to talk back to me today."

"Is he alive?" Elizabeth asked with no real concern in her voice.

"Oh yea. He will probably be unable to walk for a day or two though. His jewels will be terribly swollen for a few days at least."

"I am sure we will find chores for him that do not require walking then."

Elizabeth smiled, "I understand you had Nicky and Samantha helping you. Did they do an adequate job?"

"Nicky is the boy?"

"Yes. He give you problems?"

"No." Clint stated honestly, "He was quite well behaved. He is adorable. I would love to get a photo shoot with him."

"I am sure it can be arranged. Did you see him cum?"

"Yea, I let him have Samantha and watched. I was wondering if we could set a up a three way with those two and Gabriel."

"From what Anthony tells me, you'll be able to do whatever you want if you pull off this stunt with Gabriel. I have not seen the boy yet, but Anthony said he would have bid almost as high on him as he did for Jamie if we could have kept him.

"He is a splendid looking boy, there is no doubt."

Elizabeth sighed, "So is his sister. A shame they are not for keeps. Do you really think you will have Gabriel ready is such a short span of time?"

"Indeed I do."

"You will certainly get our support if you have turned him into a boy-pet in under a week!"

Clint smiled as he made his way out to his car. Lawrence was in no shape to grab it for him, that was for sure. Briefly he thought about checking on Michael, but shrugged, he had enough fun today and Gabriel needed some more practice. A call on the cell phone would be enough to make sure the little brother was getting time to feed and play with the ferret.

As he made his way slowly out the gate Clint again rubbed his groin at the thought of getting Gabriel again before bed. All the excitement with Lawrence had him terribly horny. As he pulled up to the stop sign he spied the two boys riding bikes in the park again. He pulled out a camera and snapped a few photos with a telephoto digital camera and e-mailed them to a friend. He included the time of day and the street crossing with the e-mail before pulling out into traffic.

Clint sighed as he pulled into the garage at Gabriel's house. The summer months were always the hardest to drive in. There were just too many cute boys to look at. It made watching out for other cars more of a chore.

He glanced down at his watch as the automatic door slid closed behind him. He had spent far too long at Tony's house. He shrugged. There was still time to put Gabe through his paces one last time before bed.

Gabriel heard the cage door whine as the motor opened the door. For a brief moment he thought about not moving, but the memory of what had happened when he did not wake up when he was supposed to changed his mind. He managed to crawl out of the cage, but his movements were awkward.

Clint rubbed Gabriel's hair for a moment; "You may stand and stretch for a couple of minutes. Then you will learn how to be fucked while facing me."

Gabriel took a deep breath and stood, half expecting the wires to hit him with a new wave of electric pain. When nothing happened he sighed in relief at finally being able to stand. The fact he was again going to feel the man's massive dick up his butt seemed like a small price to pay at this point. In fact, his butt was one of the few places that didn't hurt on him.

Clint watched Gabriel work out all the kinks in his slender body. Just watching the boy caused his cock to get hard. He puled up a few pictures off his computer and waited for Gabriel to look more or less comfortable. "Come here a minute."

Gabriel rolled his head as he made his way over to Clint. He could hear his stomach rumble with hunger, but he had been told no more meals so he didn't hold any hope of getting any.

Clint put his arm around Gabriel and started playing with the boy's cock. As he did so he hit a button on the computer. A picture of a boy about Gabriel's age appeared. The brown haired, blue eyed boy was on his back, arms behind his knees, holding himself up so his boy pussy was easily available. The next few shots showed an older blond haired boy move up to the exposed asshole and mount the younger child. It was clear by the look on the younger kid's face, he was not enjoying the attention, but he continued to hold his legs up until the final shot showed the older kid withdraw his cum and shit coated dick from the other boy's ass.

Gabriel swallowed hard as the computer clicked off. There was no question in his mind that he had just seen a version of what was going to happen. Only he knew there would be a part not shown, where he would use his mouth to clean off the dick once it was pulled out of him.

Clint closed the laptop computer. "I don't see any need to make further explanations. This will be how we have sex from now on so get used to it. Now undress me and get into bed like a good little sex toy.

Gabriel did as instructed with little in the way of self-pity. As he lay back on the bed and pulled his feet up in the air, he wondered why he was not ashamed or scared. Even as the searing pain of a Clint's massively thick cock broke through his spincster caused him to cry out, he felt nothing other than the pain. The feelings of revulsion, disgust, and even helplessness were no longer there. It was almost as if this was his place.

Finally the new round of pain subsided. Without even bothering to see what Clint wanted he sat up and took the man's cock into his mouth and started cleaning it off.

Clint sighed in pleasure as he clamped his hands down on the boy's head and pushed his face forward so his whole cock was buried as deep as possible in Gabriel's throat. Gabriel's actions took him by surprise, but he didn't argue. The boy was smart and knew what to expect in short order. This would only make the last part of the training easier.

Clint released the boy's ears at long last and smiled, "Very good Gabe. Only next time you need to keep your feet up higher so I can lick them when I feel the desire. You get to take a quick mouth cleaning and shower by yourself, then come back here so we can finish your four-legged walking practice.

Gabriel climbed into the shower with a wince, his ass hurt and he could feel some of the cum and shit sliding down his legs. The warm water actually stung on his skin some, probably because of the hat and cold water from earlier in the day, he thought. Still the shower felt great. The only problem was it got the pads on the wires all wet. He was only ten, but he knew electricity and water shouldn't be mixed. This fear was evident on his face as he came back into his room.

"You may speak like a boy Gabriel."

Clint commented as he saw the look on the boy's face.

"The sticky things hooked to the collar are all wet sir."

Clint laughed, "Oh the water will not hurt them or you, worry not. Besides, they will dry while you eat your dinner!"

Gabriel looked down at where Clint was pointing. The dish next tot he water bowl held clumps of brown colored chunks with nasty looking gravy. Gabriel felt his shoulders slump as he saw the empty can of pedigree dog food next to dish.

"Gabe, a boy-pet must eat like a pet as well as walk like one. Your food will sit there until you eat it all. Besides, I am being very nice to you. Most of my pets tell me pedigree tastes pretty good."

Gabriel stifled a sob as he moved to his hands and knees over the dog food. The smell was not as bad as he had first thought it would be, but it was not pleasant by a long shot. Still his stomach again rumbled and he knew he was very hungry. Closing his eyes he pushed his head into the strange chunks and forced himself to eat. To prevent himself for puking, he forced his thoughts on the fact it was nowhere near as bad as what he had to eat out of Clint's ass every morning.

Clint watched on as Gabriel reluctantly ate the dog food. This little humiliation was one calculated to more fully destroy a boy's will. Up to this point, everything else had been forced on the boy, but this had not. There was no punishment for not eating, just hunger. Hunger, however, was a tool of immense power. Still it surprised Clint that Gabreil's hesitation had been only momentary. Most boys would stare at the food, sometimes for hours, a few even went a full day before losing the battle and sticking their face down into the chunks the can said were lamb and rice.

Clint wiped Gabriel's face off as soon as the kid had braved every bit he could get to, "Well done, yet again Gabe. You are becoming quite the boy-pet!"

Gabriel moved over and slurped as much water as he could to wash down what was still in his mouth. He was somewhat surprised that it hadn't been as bad as he had first thought. The taste had been strong, but not any worse than some of the things his mother had cooked when she was high. This thought made him wonder exactly what mom had feed him on occasion. His thoughts switched quickly away from his mom, as he saw Clint grab the leash. Instantly he moved to be in contact with Clint's leg so he would not have to feel the shocks of the collar. For a second he remembered the water, but forgot about that quickly enough as he was once again lead around the house.

Two and a half hours later Clint led him back to his room and pointed to the kitty litter, "Do what you need to do and get in your cage. You did well tonight, so I will let you stay in your cage all night."

Gabriel scrambled to obey. As he crammed himself into his cage and the door shut, he breathed a sigh. The tight cage was not comfortable, but he would be allowed to sleep without being pinched, poked, and prodded all night. Within minutes he was fast asleep curled up with a thumb in his mouth.

Morning came all too soon for Gabriel; he once again heard the motor whine as the door opened. He crawled out and stretched the best he could while staying on all fours.

Clint watched for a few minutes before cracking a slight smile, "Well done Gabe, you didn't even try to test the collar this morning. You may get up and work out the kinks then we have morning duties!"

Gabriel stood and shook his limbs to get all the feeling back then moved up and knelt in front of Clint while taking the man's cock into his mouth. He then resumed his position of being on all fours as he waited for the blast of warm urine into his throat.

Clint pinched Gabriel's nose and released his morning piss. The boy clearly had his mind set to do everything perfectly, so Clint took full advantage. Within an hour he had shit, shaved and was clean with both a tongue bath and a nice warm shower with the boy.

Gabriel was then feed another can of pedigree and taken for a long walk around the house. This time, however, Clint was quite a bit rougher with his pet. Instead of just poking Gabe with an umbrella or hooking an arm or leg, he took to stepping on Gabe's hands and smacking the umbrella into Gabe's testicles.

He took few breaks, only fucking Gabe once and letting him shit in the sandbox before starting all over again. By time night fell Gabe was able to take just about everything Clint could imagine his partners in The Group could come up with. He fed Gabe one more time and pushed the exhausted boy into the cage.

Clint looked down at the boy's snot and tear streaked face. "Gabriel you may speak now that you are in your cage. Tomorrow may be the last day you will have to feel like this, and with any luck, but nightfall you will see this has all been worth while."

Still crying form the day's torments Gabriel looked out form behind the cage door, "I won't have to be a boy-pet no more sir?"

Clint pushed a wet rag through the mesh on the cage door so Gabriel could wipe his face.

"You will still be a boy-pet Gabe, but not all the time and you will not be held to such high standards. You need to get through tomorrow and make me proud. Everything that you do from the moment I pull into the auction site to the moment I drive away will determine your how the rest of your summer goes, and to a lesser extent play a part on how your brother and sister fair as well."

Gabriel used the cloth to clean the mixture of dog food and snot off his face then looked up, "Are Michael and Sara really OK sir?"

Clint couldn't believe the caged boy in front of him could still hold so much concern for his brother and sister after everything he had been through. Yet he clearly did. Those two younger ones were very lucky to have such a brother.

Clint nodded slowly, "I saw Sara today. She has not exactly followed instructions and was being punished, but she will be fine. I didn't actually see Michael, but I checked on him again by phone. He is settling in a little bit better than he did the first day and a half. He is a real fighter, so he gets disciplined now and again, but he is learning.

"Both will end up far better off if you do well tomorrow though."

"I will sir. Promise!"

Clint patted the top of the cage, "I am sure you will. Get some sleep."

Clint walked down the steps and flipped on his computer. He stared at the screen for a few minutes then looked at the controller for Gabriel's collar. The plastic safety covered button stared back at him. "Do I or don't I." He whispered to himself.

He shook his head as picked up the control unit. He made his way to the basement.

"Gabriel, I am sorry, but this is just too important. You have been extremely good and I will make it up to you. That is a promise from me."

After making a few last preparations Clint walked up to Gabriel's room and slid into the boy's bed. He gazed on the cage wishing he could sleep with the boy, but that would have to wait. There would be time for enjoyment after he had secured his place at the top of The Group.

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