Quark Master

The Island of Dr. Monroe

Chapters 13-17

Chapter 13

The rest of the afternoon was something of a blur. After they each came in me twice, they finally seemed sated, at least for a bit. They eventually left me alone in the room to go out and play a round of golf. Once gone, another slave came in to get me.

I had to double take when I looked at this slave. He was smooth, and I don't mean just hair, nor like Dolphin. He was about 5'8" and I guess around 18 or so, but it was very hard to tell. He wore a gold slave collar about his neck, along with a very light diaphanous shoulder scarf, (don't ask me how I learned the word diaphanous) and that was it, and he had no hair, anywhere on his body, nor stubble; but that wasn't what I meant by smooth. By smooth I mean he had no dick or balls, nor even a pussy. I'd never seen a vagina but I'd imagined what they'd look like; but as far as I could see there was nothing in this slave's groin, zilch. Given his, or her, very small, almost non-existent, buttocks, I'm not sure he/she even had an asshole.

In short, he looked like a Ken doll. Actually, I only thought of this person as a male slave because I'd seen no female slaves, but in any event this slave also had no breasts or even nipples! As far as I could tell this person, who, while lean, but not bone-skinny, had only traces of smooth musculature and no nipples whatsoever. No freckles, blemishes or other distinguishing marks, he was an all over lightly tanned flesh color. Like I said, completely smooth, completely sexless. I gulped, this place kept getting weirder; and, once again, I was starting to feel grateful for my lot in life.

The Ken doll led me down another hallway to a large, almost Roman Villa style bathroom. It was huge, with a, decent sized, in ground bathtub/pool filled with bubbles and smelling absolutely wonderful. Ken-doll removed my collar, somehow, and then led me gently into the bath, picking up a silk cloth and began bathing me.

After the last couple hours of abuse, this felt like heaven! The slave bathed every inch of my body, every nook and cranny, right up to a gentle enema to clean me there. It was as he gently washed my cheek that I noticed Ken-doll had no fingernails either, as far as I could see he never had.

At one point I tried to talk to the slave, but he/she made a shushing motion and made a gestured to where his Adam's apple should be and opened and closed his mouth a couple times silently. I suddenly realized he was mute as well! My stomach felt sick again and I definitely felt faint

After my bath, I was recollared and the slave led me to what I guess was a waiting room/vestibule off of what I soon discovered was the dining room. As I waited, Ken-doll by my side, other slaves began to enter the room guided by Ken-dolls. And I mean that literally, they were all identical to my Ken-doll, same height, same eye-color, gold, same features. They were impossible to tell apart! How could that be? I mean yes, they had no marks or blemishes or tits, or anything else on their bodies, but even their head and facial structures were identical!

In all, seven other slaves came in with Ken-dolls. Each different from the other. The first was completely hairless, about 21, with a gymnast's build but possessing a very long cock, at least 16" soft, but otherwise normal. The second to arrive was about 5'8", heavily muscled and had a very short, but unnaturally wide cock and very large close-set balls. He had stubble on his head and on his groin.

The third to arrive was very odd. I guess a dwarf? He was about 3'5" tall and probably 3' wide. All solid body builder muscle, I'd say he was normally proportioned, but his muscles certainly weren't in proportion to anything, so he was totally wack. And completely hairless. His cock and balls were wedged on top of his massive thighs and under his rock hard, protruding abdomen.

Number four was one of the hairy guys, not one that I knew, but about 20 or so years old, moderately well-built, I think, and looking like Chewbacca with a human face.

The fifth slave was very odd, he was not what I would call handsome. He was rather scrawny overall, but with a big potbelly, large balls, but no penis! Of course, after the Ken-dolls this didn't bother me as much as it would have even earlier today. The other odd thing was that he had an unbelievably large mouth and the thickest, almost balloon like, lips I've ever seen. I swear he could probably eat a cantaloupe whole! I was pretty sure I didn't want to know what he was specialized for.

Six was tall and thinly muscular, and green! I mean literally, comic book alien green! He was also bald and had pointy ears, his groin was fully equipped with an uncircumcised cock nestled in a deeper patch of deep forest green pubic hair. He was wearing a gold collar like everyone, and, uniquely, a gold wire headband.

The seventh slave to arrive was positively normal. About average adult height, decent build, not quite Abercrombie and Fitch, but almost; normal body hair for his age, about 22 I'd guess. Hair on his head, 5 o-clock shadow; light chest hair, other than the fact that he was naked and was wearing a collar I'd have never guessed him a slave.

OK, so this was weird, we were all just standing there in this waiting room, not talking. I guess everyone was too afraid to talk, even though I saw no guards, except maybe the Ken-dolls?

As I was pondering this, a different curtain parted and into the room came three women. I was in shock! These were the first women I'd seen since arriving here. They were fully dressed in silk scarves, basically harem costumes, and arrived unaccompanied.

They were all quite thin, at least in the exposed parts: arms, legs, necks and heads that I could see; but they seemed to have unusually large torso's under their clothes. Which just seemed a bit odd? Why would you have fat harem girls?

Of course, my question was answered as they started doing some warm up exercises. They appeared to be some sort of belly dancers, or such, and it didn't take more than a few twists of their loose fitting close to reveal what was odd about them. They had 3 rows of boobs! Yes, they were six-breasted women!

Crap! What the hell was I trapped in? Some sort of X-Rated Star Trek fantasy gone bad? I was still reeling several minutes later when the Ken-dolls began leading all the men slaves into the dining room.

What a dining room it was, clearly a place fit for Caesar. The room was very good sized and there was a large U-Shaped table in the middle of the room, with chairs along the backside of the table, so all diners could see into the center of the U. It was actually sort of a weird table in that it was a U-Shaped table sitting over a U-Shaped ledge, or step.

Specifically the back side of the table, where diners sat was on a higher level of the floor than the font. This meant that the front legs were longer than the back. Each chair's front legs were near the edge of the ledge, but kept from going over by a narrow rim. Also, in front of each chair, below the ledge were padded stools, like church kneelers, of slightly varying heights.

The tables were all set for dinner, like in a Roman Empire movie, but no guests had arrived. The odd layout's purpose began getting clearer as the Ken-dolls began leading the other slaves to their positions.

We were all led to one of the kneelers under the table and our leashes changed to a small eyelet between the legs of the chairs. It was pretty clear I'd be having man-sausage for dinner.

After about fifteen minutes or so, Dr Monroe came in with his guests, I couldn't see much under the table, but I'd been able to count places and knew there were ten diners. The three centermost seats of the U, had no slaves kneeling in front of them, although kneelers were present. This is where Monroe, Lowry and Master Simon sat.

I wasn't surprised when Tom was seated in front of me, wearing what I'd call a toga, and no underpants. I could see his cock already rising as he spied me under the table waiting for him. Tom was next to Lowry, Master Simon was next and then Dr Monroe, Mr. Everett to Monroe's left. Jeff was next to Tom, and the muscle-midget was standing on a rather high kneeler to reach Jeff's groin. I have no idea who the other guests were, but from their legs, they generally appeared to be Mr. Everett's age or older.

"Gentlemen," Dr. Monroe intoned in a very cheerful voice. "Welcome, as always, it is my pleasure to have you all here." The diners all replied back in various fashions, by the chinking of glassware, I suppose toasting Monroe.

"I'd like to also welcome my newest client, Tom Everett, who has just turned 16 and is ready to begin enjoying life's true pleasures!" The diners all cheered and congratulated Tom.

"Tom, I'm sure you've noticed that my table comes with some extra amenities?" Tom laughed. "As you might expect, I provide my guests with the best in in-meal entertainment, and as we drink the night away, I want no excuses for my delightful company to have to leave the table!" The diners all laughed and cheered again. "Feel free to pull your receptacle to you or away from you as you desire during the meal."

"Now!" He clapped his hands, "Let dinner be served." With that Jeff and Tom hitched up their togas and gestured for the muscle-midget and I to get to work.

I moved in between Tom's legs, carefully stroking his inner thighs with my hands, while using them for support as well. I leaned in and started by sucking on his left ball. He motioned that it was OK for me to move in further and rest my arms on his thighs, so soon my head was buried in his crotch.

One unpleasantness of this closeness was that as dinner went on, Tom apparently decided to use my now abundant hair as a napkin. Ick. Thanks a lot buddy, I cursed to myself.

Eventually the dancers came out and began their show. Naturally I couldn't see anything, but I could guess what was up by the hoots of the diners, and the music. Jeff really loved the extra breasts, naturally. But they were popular across the board.

From my perspective, limited as it was, the worst part of their routine was their big finish. Tom jerked back and up in such surprise that he smashed my head into the table! "Dicks! They've got cocks!" Tom shouted. Everyone else was laughing.

"Hot damn! Super boobed Chicks with Dicks!!!!" Jeff shouted drunkenly. It took me a few minutes to get back on rhythm with Tom's cock, but he was only peripherally paying attention to me. Nonetheless it didn't take long for him to cum as the hexaboobed shemales slowly wound down their dance. Mmm. He was very good. Definitely better than Jeff.

The dancers took their place at the three empty kneelers and proceeded to work on Monroe, Simon and Lowry. I carefully licked the dribbling cum from Tom's softening cock, while he finished his beer.

I wish I could have paid more attention to the dinner conversation, but I could only get bits and pieces, Tom started adjusting my head so that I could lick other parts of his body, inner thighs, his balls, the area between his balls and ass. While he squirmed a bit in the seat, it was too awkward for me to get my tongue in his ass, for which I was grateful. I did try though.

The meal went on for several more hours, with desert and cheese and coffee. Some more entertainment of a less sexual nature also happened, but I wasn't paying much attention. Tom was drinking enough that he was pissing about every 40 minutes and I was getting pretty bloated, and maybe a little tipsy towards the end. Clearly some of his beer was going straight through. The flavor of his piss, if you can call it that, changed over the course of the evening. But I had to piss pretty bad myself, so began to care less and less.

It was about all I could do to concentrate properly on my fourth blow job for him that evening. I managed to get him to come, but between his getting drunk and drained, and my having to piss, I really had to work hard. I didn't want him to get pissed off and end up with Master Simon and Dr. Monroe thinking of new tortures for me while they were drunk.

Actually, I'm not sure Dr. Monroe ever really got drunk, he did sound happy and relaxed, but I could tell that at all points he was in control. Which, of course, made the parts of conversation I could overhear all the more interesting. That wasn't much, what with Tom's needs and Jeff's random drunken shouts and abuse of the muscle midget it was not easy.

What little I did manage to gather is that several of the guests were, I don't know, distributors? Apparently they were like middle men who arranged deals with people all around the world for Monroe's "products." It was very bizarre. It was also interesting to note that Monroe spoke at least four different languages, besides English; French, Japanese? German and some Middle Eastern language I couldn't recognize.

Chapter 14

That evening was bad, but what followed was unbelievably worse. I was sent back to Tom's room with him for the night. He was given a bath by the Ken-dolls before going to bed, and I was allowed a chance to piss and to wash and dry my hair in a separate bathroom by another Ken-doll. When we were both back in the room, he tried to fuck me a couple more times, but was so drunk things didn't work like he wanted. Which of course pissed him and so he hit me a couple times. Again, being drunk, he wasn't very effective. Eventually though, he passed out.

I sat there at the edge of the bed, in the dark, not knowing what to do. After about an hour, Master Simon peaked in and saw me sitting there, Tom asleep. He came over to the bed, glaring at me. He whispered fiercely, "Did you not hear Mr. Everett this afternoon?" I looked at him blankly. He gestured towards Tom's groin. "Get down there and make sure he doesn't have to wake or get up to take a piss!"

I made a sighing noise and Master Simon glared at me. "I think you've seen tonight that you've been pretty lucky. If you want to continue to be lucky in your "development" you will do what is expected of you!" I gulped and nodded.

I crawled over the bed, between Tom's lightly furred thighs and took his plump, but resting, cock into my mouth. I had to admit the clean washed, yet still slightly boy-musky smell of his crotch was very soothing as I too drifted off to sleep.

Of course, I didn't get to sleep long, it was probably only an hour or so before Tom's stiffening cock in my mouth woke me. I began ministering to it carefully, I could tell he was still asleep. I don't know if the moistness of my tongue had something to do with it, but suddenly I felt Tom's bladder release in my mouth, and yet by his light snoring, I could tell he was still asleep. Shit, the guy was wetting the bed, with me there to keep it dry!

At least I got some amusement as I carefully sealed my mouth around his dick to ensure no piss leaked out. I was still groggy, but I'd drank so much piss lately, that I was getting very used to it. I could easily tell differences in the taste of his urine now versus earlier. This was actually lighter in taste, not so acrid. I suppose he'd pissed a lot of the heavy stuff out already. This was almost like warm tea.

I shook my head. Crap! Here I was getting used to the taste of piss. Was I going to end up enjoying it like I enjoyed cum? I prayed not. I really didn't want to enjoy being a urinal.

In all, I got very little sleep, Tom actually woke up a couple times, and woke me up and made sure I got all his piss. He really enjoyed that, calling me his "Pissboy."

Eventually I was so exhausted I fell into a deeper sleep than I intended. This gave Tom an opportunity to use his imagination in ways to my deep regret. I awoke on my back, Tom straddling my head with his knees, his balls over my eyes and his cock, half turgid, bouncing on my lips.

"Wake up toilet trollop!" Tom laughed. "I am full to bursting and I need my toilet." How the hell could he be full to bursting I thought? He'd been pissing all night. I opened my mouth and took the head of his cock in. He quickly let loose a stream before my tongue could get him too aroused to aim. It was a decent stream, I couldn't believe it.

As soon as he was done, he pulled out and slid further forward, his hands resting on my ribcage. He began teasing my nipples as his ass moved right over my eyes and nose, stopping over my mouth. "Ream me slave!" he gave my right nipple a sharp tweak. I gasped and his crack came down over my mouth.

I moved my tongue into position, moistening and working his tight rosebud, while Tom tortured my nipples, sometimes gently, sometimes hard. I got hard pretty quick myself. Tom laughed at the site of my little slavehood and gave it a twist. I grimaced, pulling my tongue back for a second and then inserting it firmly up his hole. He gasped himself.

"Yeah, jack me off while you do that bitch!" I tried, it was awkward, he was on his haunches at this point and I had to work my arm around his shins. I did what I could, up and down. This was tricky, trying to ream him and wank him. He somehow reached forward, over my arm, bending a bit, making it easier for me to pull on his dick, and began yanking on my own!

I couldn't believe it! Had my best friend came back to me? Here he was, yanking me off too? I got hotter and hotter, working my tongue deeper and deeper into his chute.

Suddenly though, I felt his asshole shudder a bit, and then, even as my tongue was in his chute, he farted! Agh, he farted in my mouth! The cloying smell, I won't say taste, but the fart gas in my mouth allowed me to get way more of a feeling for a fart than I ever wanted. There wasn't much I could do though, his ass was welded over my face, my mouth open wide and my tongue lapping his hole. Tom laughed, almost evilly. Shithead, I thought.

When he farted, I'd moved my tongue out a bit and as he laughed I started moving it back in, to wedge the hole open again. Except. As I got closer, I felt his hole starting to dilate on its own? How would he be able to do that? I pulled my tongue back. NO! I suddenly realized what was happening.

I stopped jacking Tom off and started struggling to get free. Tom laughed harder and pressed his ass tighter against my open mouth. I tried vainly to shut my mouth, but it was too late! I hit Tom's legs with my fists, while rocking back and forth, but he just pushed my head further back into the mattress with his ass.

There it was, even as I started getting my mouth shut, something the consistency of moist clay was pressing against my lips. Fuck! NO! I struggled. I wanted to scream, but didn't dare open my mouth. Tom grabbed my balls and squeezed. "Open up fucker! Eat my shit!" He squeezed, and I screamed. The turd came in, across my tongue, into my mouth, heading towards my throat. Fuck! God no!, No...no...no...no...please god, no!

"Swallow!" He squeezed my balls with one hand, my left nipple with another. Another turd was coming out, he was shitting for all he had! I couldn't breath, my balls were killing me, so was my nipple. Tears ran down my eyes, I had no choice but to swallow, again and again, Tom forced his shit down my throat and into my stomach. It was all I could do to snort small breaths of air through my nostrils lodged in the upper part of his crack.

The taste was foul, it was thick and chalky, drier than I'd have thought, at first. But then a little softer, or was that my mouth watering? Huh? I could feel my saliva glands responding? Creating saliva to moisturize my throat and ease the vile substance down my gullet.

I had no choice, I swallowed, I had to get the shit out of my mouth, had to get him to release my balls. Tom laughed, laughed hard, he was breathing heavy, as I tried to position my head to get more air in through my nose. I had about 30 seconds of relief after I swallowed, and Tom relaxed his grip. And then he leaned back up a bit, sitting up straighter on my face and I felt another log pressing against my lips, this one moister, at least on the outside, he squeezed my nipples hard and gritting my teeth I opened my mouth again, the turd breaking up against my teeth. "Open up cocksucker!" He squeezed both my nipples hard. I opened up. I was beaten. My former best friend had taken me to the absolute very lowest point in my life.

Or at least it was until he ordered me to lick him clean.

Eventually, Tom got off me and rang for a Ken-doll to come and clean me up. He told the Ken-doll he didn't' want to put his dick in a dirty shit hole like my mouth.

The Ken-doll led me away to the slave bathroom. The first thing I did was head to the toilet to throw up. But I couldn't. I spit and tried to gag, but nothing would come up. I couldn't throw the shit up! I would have thought it would have come up in an instant, but it didn't. And kneeling there, trying, I realized it was probably just as well, I didn't want to taste it a second time going the other way.

So I spit out what I could, the Ken-doll brought me a glass of water and I rinsed my mouth out, several times. There was less shit still there than I would have thought. Apparently I'd done a good job of swallowing, I could barely recall.

I was still leaning there, crying, when Master Simon came in. "On your feet slave!" Master Simon ordered. I wobbly complied. I turned around to face him, my tear stained eyes staring at his feet.

"What the fuck are you balling about!" Master Simon shouted. "You know your place slave. Did you fuck up? If I hear you failed to perform, there will be hell to pay!"

"He... Tom... he used me as a toilet." I mumbled.

"Of course he did, you sniveling coward, he did so all evening at dinner and that's why I had you keep his dick in your mouth all night. You did, didn't you?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir." I whispered. "That's not what I meant, I mean, he...he...shit in my mouth!" I sobbed.

Master Simon didn't say anything for about twenty seconds. "Did you swallow it?" I nodded. "How much?"

"I don't know sir, maybe six or seven, and then he made me lick him clean."

"And you did, and you're here now?"

"Yes," I sniffled, "he wanted me to be cleaned up, he didn't want to stick his dick back in my shithole mouth until it was clean." I started crying again in humiliation.

"Hmm." Master Simon harrumphed. He came over to the toilet. "Did you throw it up?"

"No sir." I whispered, "I wasn't able to."

"Hmm." He harrumphed again. "Very good then boy." He patted me on the head. "Very good indeed." He turned and left.

The Ken-doll got me bathed and cleaned, and allowed me to rest on a sofa like thing for about a half hour, before the door opened and Master Simon, Dr. Monroe and Dr. Lowry entered.

I stood as they entered. "So. He actually ate the boy's scat?" Dr. Monroe asked Master Simon.

"Several times, the attendant confirms." Master Simon stated. Lowry came over and poked me with a needle to draw some blood, one of his favorite pastimes.

"Interesting, and he's kept it down?" Lowry asked. Master Simon looked to my Ken-doll who nodded yes.

"Yes." Master Simon relayed.

"What about Everett's boy?" Master Simon asked Dr. Monroe.

"Very inventive for one so young. Pull the video file for his room last night. I want to review it. The lad may have some potential." Monroe ordered.

Lowery looked at me. "Tell me slave, did you experience any excess saliva during this event."

"Yes sir." This was not exactly the response I'd been expecting, I don't know what I expected, but...

"Any feelings of actual nausea, of cramps? And I mean actual stomach pain, not you simply wanting to throw up." Lowry asked me.

"No sir."

"Excellent." Lowry turned to Dr. Monroe. "Very good. Clearly this trial was not anticipated, but it seems to have been successful. I'd have preferred a more clinical trial." He looked to my Ken-doll. "Please collect any urine or feces samples the slave passes." He looked back to Dr. Monroe.

"Naturally, I'll need to look at the slave's waste products in detail to determine metabolization levels. But so far, quite promising."

Huh? I wasn't following the doctor, but I swore he'd been expecting something like this, at some point? Had they planned for me to eat shit at some point all along?

I gingerly tried to signal Master Simon my desire to speak. He noticed, and addressed me. "You may speak boy."

"Dr. Sir. Is it safe for me to eat...poop? I mean, isn't it dangerous? Will I get sick?" Dr. Lowry frowned at me. "I mean, sir, I don't want to be out of service sir. I would like to avoid letting you down? I'd just like to be prepared sir."

Master Simon raised his eyebrow at my ass kissing (no pun intended). Then he sort of smirked. Dr. Lowry chuckled. Apparently I'd said the right thing. He nodded to Dr. Monroe, "A fast learner."

"Normally that would be none of your concern, slave. However, since we are running ahead of schedule and this was an uncontrolled experience, I will answer your question.

"Normally, yes. The human body is not equipped to process its own waste product, such waste product has already had the majority of useable nutrients removed, and in fact may contain bacteria that cause issues in other parts of the GI tract. While small quantities will not generally harm an individual, it is not a good practice to engage in." He smiled.

"Unless of course, the subject has been especially modified." He nodded again to Dr. Monroe. "And, naturally, your body is in the process of being so modified." I felt a chill run down my spine. How low would these people take me?

"Our intent is to alter your fundamental body chemistry. Similar to what we've already done with your need for protein from sperm. The goal is that your body contain or as applicable, produce, the necessary bacteria, enzymes and other catalytic chemicals to enable it to further refine and process normal human excrement. Specifically urine and fecal matter.

"Of course, such a substantial alteration of your internal metabolic processes will result in you being unable to process traditional food." He clearly saw me going pale.

"In other words, we intend to refine your entire digestive tract, making it extremely efficient in processing nutrients, far beyond what a normal human ever could. Unfortunately, that efficiency has a price. Specifically, a reduction in your ability to process nutrients at the other end of the spectrum; thus requiring, "predigestion" by an external agent." I was feeling woozy, and sick.

"Of course, your primary protein source will continue to be cum, but for sugars, vitamins, fats and other necessary materials, those must come to you preprocessed. We've actually already been moving this way with your shakes and enemas, continuously modifying it to adjust to your new digestive system."

I felt very feint, against my will, I had to risk their wrath and sit down. I couldn't comprehend the horror of my situation. I started hyperventilating. Dr. Lowry restrained Master Simon from intervening. "A natural reaction to such information, Simon, leave him be."

Dr. Lowery patted me on the shoulder. "Never fear lad. Just as your sense of smell and taste have adapted to spermazoa, so too will they adjust to this. The interesting thing is that biologically our sense of smell and taste are designed to excite us over those things that are good for us. Now of course, we do sort of have to help them along in this case, but, nonetheless it's a natural progression. Your taste buds will adapt!"

I started crying again.

Chapter 15

I didn't want to be a shit eating slave. What could I do? It was hopeless, just a few hours ago I was grateful, thinking to have gotten off easy compared to other slaves! What irony.

"The Everett's are touring other parts of our facility this morning, so you have some time to recover." Master Simon informed me after Lowry and Monroe left. "The attendant will take to you a slave staging area where you may rest until lunch is served." Master Simon turned and headed for the door.

At the last moment, before walking out, he turned his head back to me, "You are doing fine your first time out, slave. I am satisfied with your performance so far, I expect you to continue this level of service, or better." He then left. I guess that was his way of praising me, it did actually feel good, compared to his normal indifference.

My Ken-doll took me down the hall to a small, non-descript sitting room. There were some not uncomfortable chairs and a couple couches. Nothing fancy, but good quality; however nothing on the level of the furniture in the rest of the mansion. The big mouthed, pot-bellied slave was sitting in there when I was led in. My Ken-doll turned around and left. Oddly, I didn't hear the door lock behind him. Thinking of it, I hadn't seen any locks on any of the doors, other than the bedrooms. Obviously they had no fears of slaves escaping.

I sat down and put my head in my hands and began stewing over my situation again, thinking of all I'd lost and what a miserable future I had coming. Naturally, this got me crying softly again. I had almost never cried up until my parents deaths. It seemed to be getting more common.

"Whaas sa madder" The other slave asked. His huge mouth and lips clearly gave him difficulty speaking.

I shook my head, looking up at his concerned expression, and laughed sarcastically. "Oh nothing! I just found out that these crazy guys are altering my digestive tract so I can only eat shit and drink piss!" I winced in pain saying it aloud.

"Bwah hah hah hah!" The other slave laughed in obvious amusement. "Iz zadd all? Zad's nod so bhad." He smiled at me with an oddly comforting grin on his huge mouth.

"What do you mean that's not so bad? Would you want to eat shit?"

"Yez. Love it." He opened his mouth wide. Oddly, I suddenly realized his mouth was about the same size as a small toilet seat. "You whill too. My name is Doiledt"

"Toilette? Your name is Toilette?" I asked incredulously.

He nodded smiling. "Thad's whad they khall me!" He patted his protruding belly, "And as you khan zee, I enjoy mhy fhood."

"How long have you been this way?" I asked.

He shrugged. "No aidea, fvore or bive ears? There iz grade vhariation in the ghuards shid. Ivv we ghet dhime dogether we khan khompare nodhes."

Great, just what I needed, to compare shit recipes with a human toilette! I was going to ask him another question, when the door opened and in walked a Ken-doll with the normal looking slave. The one that looked like a normal person, with hair and nothing odd about him.

As the Ken-doll exited, the new guy came over and gave Toilette a high five greeting. "Hey Toilette! How's it hanging!" He tweaked Toilette's massive balls. Which reminded me that Toilette had no dick, nothing at all. How did he urinate?

"Ghood ahz ehver Herm!" Toilette replied. The new guy turned to look at me, and whistled.

"Mmm mmm. What do we have here, woa. Tasty." He came over and rubbed my shoulder affectionately. "I'm called Herm, what do you go by, gorgeous?"

I didn't know, Dr. Monroe told me I wasn't to use my name anymore. "Uhm, my name used to be Jason, no on calls me anything but slave, or boy."

"Hmm, no name? You must be fresh off the tomato truck. You certainly are ripe!" He ogled me a couple times before turning to Toilette. "I vote we call him Boi." Purposefully pronouncing the "i" instead of a "y".

Toilette nodded, "Bhoiee is ghoodt."

He turned back to me. He may have looked like a jock, but his manner was definitely a bit on the feminine side. "We all take names based on our function, or model, or whatever you want to call it. And you look like a hunky little boy, so Boi it shall be!"

"Uhm, OK, but why are you called Herm then? You're like the most normal slave I've ever seen here. What's your function or style? Shouldn't it be Jock or Butch or something?" I asked. Toilette fell out of his seat laughing. I glanced over to him, trying to figure out what was so funny.

"Honey, that is so sweet, wrong, but sweet." Herm stepped back from me and sort of moved his hands in a ta-da sort of motion displaying his body. As I said, he had a nice lightly furred chest, with a trail of hair down over his belly and down to his pubic hair. He looked exactly like a completely normal college student that you might see in a locker room at the gym.

"Here, look." He reached down and started playing with his balls. Before I realized it, he'd somehow, shoved them up inside his body! Now I knew this was possible for young kids, but for adults? And it's not like his sack was empty, it was up between his legs, sort of like small flaps of skin behind his dick. But he didn't stop there, he then began playing with his cock, pushing it down and back and something? The next thing I knew his 4" flaccid cock was gone, he'd somehow shoved it up inside himself.

He prodded and kneaded his flesh a bit, and suddenly I realize he had sort of a mound and a slit where his cock and balls used to be. "Ta-Da" He spread his arms again! He had a pussy? Like I'd said, I'd never seen one up, in person. I'd caught glimpses in an occasional dirty magazine, but that was it. But as far as I could tell he now had a cunt!

Standing before me was this hot looking young man, with a vagina! "Holy shit!" I exclaimed.

"And I'm not done honey!" He brought his hands up to his chest and began playing with his nipples, and his pecs. He massaged them heavily, breathing harder and harder as he did so. I watched in amazement as his nipples started increasing in size, along with the areola. Soon they were as big as mine. I shook my head.

It was then I noticed that his pec's had gotten bigger, they seemed to be swelling somehow. It took about three or four minutes of Herm "masturbating" his chest, during which my cock had become totally rigid and started leaking, and he then pulled his hands away in another "ta-da" motion.

He had boobs! Hairy boobs! No if's and's or but's Herm had good sized, womanly breasts and nipples! I had no idea how big they were, but they looked about as big as my mom's had in a bathing suit. The big difference was that he as still as hairy and "manly" he'd been before. He just had tits and a twat.

"See?" Herm asked. "Herm is short for Hermaphrodite! I can go either way!" He smiled at me, sort of like a cute girl might, to get your attention. I swallowed hard, OK, so this guy was weird too. And strangely hot. I have no idea why, this should have creeped me out, but I was still dripping precum from my little slavehood.

I felt something like a raindrop on my thigh, and I suddenly realized my mouth was open and some drool had fallen onto my lap. I quickly shut my mouth and turned red in embarrassment, looking away from Herm. He chuckled. "I guess you like?" He pirouetted on the balls of his feet showing off his macho female body.

"Yeah." I said breathlessly.

"Hmmph" Toilette sniffed, in what I guess was mock anger. "Wwhen beoble zee me, dhey jusdt gedt da shidz." He crossed his arms playfully.

I smiled at Toilette. I had a sudden thought, "Are you? Anatomically correct inside too?" I asked Herm.

He cocked an eye at me. "Do you mean can I have babies?" I nodded. "Actually, Dr. Lowry says that I can, in theory. I'm the first of my kind, that's lived." He grimaced. "I have one testicle and one ovary, and I have a womb. My vagina is actually always there, behind my ballsack, I just have to contract up the entrance muscles when I put my testicle and ovary inside. The plumbing is pretty complex. I had to have actual surgery to get it done, besides just wacky drugs. In theory I could father a child and I can be a mother.

"If I could figure out how to fuck myself, I could probably father my own baby." He smiled wistfully. "However, I'm taking special contraceptives right now. I'm not allowed to get pregnant until I'm purchased and my master decides I should get knocked up."

I shook my head in amazement. I wasn't completely sure whether I envied him, or was freaked by him. My slavehood though was clearly lusting for him err her. "Wow. Cool. I think. I don't know, every time I turn around, this place gets weirder."

"Honey, you haven't seen the half of it." Herm shook her head and sat down, crossing her legs as only a woman can. It looked rather freaky with his hairy legs. "Nor have I for that matter." She shrugged. "I've been here about two years. It took a bit over 12 months for my transformation, and then another six in additional training beyond what I got during my change, once I was fully functional. I've really only had the opportunity to service clients and interact with other slaves for the last seven or eight months. And now Dr. Monroe is closing in on a buyer for me."

"How many slaves are there? How many does he sell? What does he charge?" I suddenly realized I had all these questions inside me, and here was someone who could answer them!

Herm shook her head. "I really have no idea. This place is big, I've probably met and chatted with thirty or forty slaves, and seen or worked out with another hundred or so. Not counting the attendants, of course. Counting them is not easy."

"The attendants, the Ken-dolls? Are they like clones or something?"

"Ken-dolls? Yeah that's a good name. No they all started out as normal slaves. When Dr. Monroe finds slaves that are about the right height, weight and that are mentally suitable, but perhaps not attractive enough, naturally, he modifies them. I think the big thing with them is their brains. They all have sort of a worker bee sort of herd mentality, I guess. I say that because they all seem the same in terms of temperament, personality, demeanor. I mean it's really sort of creepy. They've kinda got like one personality between them. And I have no idea how they communicate with each other, but as far as I can tell, what one knows, the others seem to know as well. I'd swear they must gossip incessantly, but they can't talk, so..." Toilette was nodding in agreement.

"Are you nervous about being sold?"

Herm shrugged. "Well, it would be nice to have some more consistency in my life. Like you though, I'm lucky in that I'll probably drive a really high price, and so will have it better than a lot of other slaves. I'm thinking that people are less likely to break their extremely expensive toys in a fit of pique." Toilette grunted.

"Of course Toilette, here, he's so expensive, Dr. Monroe won't sell him." Toilette raised his hands in a shooing motion. "Toilette's abilities are pretty interesting, and so I think Dr. Monroe keeps him around as a demonstration slave. Plus I have to bet Dr. Monroe doesn't want to lose his favorite toilette." Toilette chuckled and looked bashful at the praise.

"If you ever get the chance, you should use Toilette. You haven't shit until you've done it in him. He practically sucks it out of you and then cleans you up inside. It's really hot. His tongue has gotta be two feet [60 cm] long."

Toilette stuck his tongue out. Shit! It kept coming out, it really was like two feet [60 cm] long. I got to thinking about that hot spot in my ass and what Toilette could do for that.

"How much do slaves cost?" I asked, curious.

"Well, I don't know for sure, only what I've sort of heard from slaves who've returned to be upgraded, or traded in on a newer model." Herm answered. "From what I've heard, basic, unmodified slaves are generally around $35K to $100K depending on purpose, looks etc.

"Enhanced slaves, for labor and other tasks are several hundred thousand a piece. Extremely modified sex slaves, like the majority you've probably seen, start around a million and go up. A "Steed" is typically about $2 to $3 million. Without sounding egotistical, I'm probably worth a good $10 million to the right buyer. My plumbing doesn't come cheap.

"I don't know what all you can do, but judging by your beauty, you're probably somewhere in the same area, a bit less if you are all looks, more if you have special tricks." Did my ass count as a special trick I wondered?

"You mentioned traded in? What happens to those slaves?" I asked, suddenly nervous.

"Typically resold to someone, like a used car. Depends on the slave, I suppose at some point they get put out to pasture. No idea on that." Toilette shuddered, clearly not thrilled to think of this. Herm continued, "But Dr. Monroe can keep slaves that are in good shape healthy and attractive for quite some time. I wouldn't worry too much about that if I were you."

It was at this point that the door opened and in came a Ken-doll. Herm motioned for me to be quite. Apparently, we were back "on duty" and would need to go back to normal slave mode.

It was back under the table for lunch. This time, I was with Jeff, Toilette was with Mr. Everett and Tom got Herm. The other slaves came in from another direction and were assigned to the various guests. Master Simon and Lowry weren't present, it was Dr. Monroe and another big burly looking guy seemed to have taken Master Simon's place.

He was about the same size as Master Simon, but older. Probably in his sixties, his hair, both on his massive chest and on his head was mostly grey with a few specks of black. He also had a mustache and goatee, a Van Dyke, I think it's called.

"That was an impressive display Mr. Samson," Tom gushed. "I've never seen such control. Actually, I'd never seen someone whipped before. How you didn't leave scars is amazing, considering how much the slave was screaming--he'll think twice about accidentally biting a man's foreskin during a blow job." I shuddered at this, were they at a whipping this morning?

"It takes practice, you do have a good eye though; for someone who's never used a whip, your work on the practice dummy was decent." Master Samson replied.

Well at least my now evil ex-best friend wasn't whipping an actual slave, after this morning, I could see where he'd enjoy that. Thankfully they left any actual whipping of slaves to the Masters.

"You even got Dummy to cum once, Tom. Very impressive. Very, very few of my guests who aren't full time slave owners manage that." Dr. Monroe complimented Tom. Dummy came? How does a practice dummy cum? Ehh....

"Shit yeah man, I tried again this time, and I couldn't get him to cum. He did moan for me a couple times." Jeff enthused. His cock was twitching in my mouth at the thought of this.

Master Samson laughed. "Dummy even asked me if you could give him a go one more time before you left Tom. He really enjoyed being whipped by such a hot young stud. Perhaps tomorrow morning?"

"Fuck yeah!" Tom answered.

I couldn't believe this, there was a slave named Practice Dummy? that they trained people to whip slaves on? And he liked being whipped? I'm sure this Master Samson guy was making that up. I don't see how they could make a slave get off on being whipped. That sort of thing doesn't happen in real life, no matter how they mutate you. Could it? I thought back on how a lot of times Master Simon got me to explode suddenly by pinching my nipples hard, or whacking my balls? Could you actually pleasure someone with a whip?

Jeff came twice during lunch, and took a piss before leaving the table. His piss definitely had a maltier taste than Tom's. I really hadn't paid much attention yesterday afternoon, but after all the piss I drank last night I was sort of getting over freaking out about being pissed in, and could pay attention to what I was drinking.

Actually, that made me think, other than the water I had used to rinse my mouth out this morning, and a couple gulps to wash some shit down, I hadn't had any water since midday yesterday. And I wasn't thirsty, in the least. I hoped that was a coincidence.

Apparently, the guests were going to the stables to watch a pony race and maybe ride some horses from what I could gather. Surely they wouldn't put these big men on a little pony, so I'm sure they were going to use horses for riding. Of course, I wasn't really sure why they'd be racing ponies when they had horses but who knows, I wasn't much of an equestrian. At least they were going to do something this weekend that didn't involving fucking, beating or humiliating slaves.

As we finished up lunch I felt discomfort in my lower bowels. At first I thought my breakfast was making me sick anyway, and then I realized that I had to shit. It had been so long since I'd actually taken a crap, that I'd forgotten what it felt like to need to go.

As my Ken-doll led me off I told it that I needed to take a dump. It nodded and led to my normal bathroom. The Ken-doll took out a cup and indicated that I should urinate in that, and then produced a chamber pot which he indicated I should shit in. All of which matched with what Dr. Lowry had said about wanting specimens.

Pissing in the cup was normal, but my number 2 definitely wasn't. I had to strain a bit and what popped out made a very hard clunking noise in the pot. And that was all there was to it. One clunk and I was relieved. I looked down and saw what looked like a very solid rock or stone sitting in the pot? Was I literally shitting bricks? I didn't feel like touching it to find out.

The Ken-doll put the waste containers to the side and gestured for me to come over by the enema hose. I guess they didn't use toilette paper around here. I knew first hand that Tom didn't.

I spent the next few hours in a small slave gym in the mansion. The Ken-doll that led me there gave me a sheet of paper with a series of workouts on the multi-function equipment that I was supposed to do. All normal exercises, no funky dildos, no guards, just a normal workout. How very weird that seemed.

After about two hours, the Ken-doll return and back to the baths I went to wash the sweat of my work out off. I was rather thirsty after the work out, but the Ken-doll didn't provide me any water, nor did I see any glasses in the bathroom.

It was back to the slave waiting room after my bath. I was alone for about fifteen minutes before Herm was escorted in. He was in She mode at the moment. "Hey babe," she came over and up behind me, very friendly like. She started rubbing my chest, teasing around my nipples. This was not good, I was getting turned on again.

"So you know this Tom guy? Toilette mentioned that his father said something to that effect while crapping." Herm asked.

"Yeah, he was my best friend growing up. I was staying over at his place when I learned my parents had died, which is what ended up sending me here."

"Ouch, and he took a dump in you this morning? Some friend!" She kissed my neck, nibbling slightly. "So did the two of you ever do it? Back when you were buds?"

I snorted. "No. I didn't know he was gay back then, heck I didn't know I was gay. Actually, I don't know that I am, the only sex I've ever had is what I've had here, so I have nothing to compare it with."

"Honey, I don't buy the gay for pay thing, and you ain't getting paid, you suck cock, take a dick up your ass and you're a guy, you're gay."

"So are you gay?" I asked her. "Seems you could do it with a man or woman and still be straight." She smiled at me.

"Sweetheart you are so right. I'm the straightest person here! Actually that's not true, if I do it with a guy and I'm using my external plumbing I'm a fag, and if I do it with a chick and internal plumbing, I'm a dyke. It's only when I use my outie on their innie or vice versa that I'm straight. I'm the ultimate bisexual!"

"So, anyway," she changed the subject, "how did your parents dying send you here?"

"Apparently my dad owed Monroe money and used me for collateral. When he died, Monroe collected." It was surprisingly easy to talk about at this point. I guess I'd spent enough time being pissed, upset, sad and all other emotions about it that I was getting numb to it.

"Ouch, that's harsh."

"Yeah, apparently my dad was a client, and ran up quite a tab, and then stuck me with it." Herm shook her head as her right hand traced down my stomach. "So," I asked, "how did you end up here?"

"The Internet. Met up with the wrong guy in a Yahoo group. I was straight, had a girlfriend, but as they say, 'bi-curious,' in particular if I could still be the 'man' during sex. We traded pictures, life stories, did cybersex, claimed he was a big time bottom needing a strong top to handle him. And while I'd never even done it with a guy, I thought, hey as long as I get to do the fucking... So I drove to meet him at the end of semester, we went to a motel, I had a drink and next thing you know...here I am."

"Aren't your parents looking for you? Your friends?" I asked as he tickled my slavehood, which was painfully erect. I knew he shouldn't be doing this, that we could both get in trouble, but it felt good.

"Well, my parents split up, my dad's a drunk and my mom passed away a while back. And none of my college friends would really know how to look for me; I sure as hell didn't tell them what I was up to. So I was kind of screwed. There are a lot of perverts and creeps out there on the Internet. Turned out Dr. Monroe has a 'Talent Scouts' scouring the Internet."

Herm jerked up and away suddenly as we heard the door open. In came a Ken-doll with the muscle-midget. "Hey Brick!" Herm said once the Ken-doll left.

"Hey Herm, so who's the toy?" He was licking his lips, staring at my chest. His voice was a lot deeper than I might have expected for someone his height.

"This is Boi! He used to be best friends with that 16 year old newbie out there. Boi, this is Brick."

"Cool to meet you Boi the Toi!" Brick stuck out his right hand. I took it, it was very compact. Thick with stubby fingers.

"Yeah that squirt's brother was something. I did the night with him. What a twathead! Thinks he's so macho: me, I can tell, he'd really like nothing better than my fist up his ass; him whining like a little bitch." Brick made a slow, twisting, karate punch sort of motion with his arm and fist.

Brick was staring at my erect and dripping slavehood. "Love that stick of yours Toi. Nice and compact." Brick's own stick was definitely at attention, and at what I guess was about 8" looked huge on his short squat body. He stood with legs akimbo so his balls weren't sticking completely straight out, sitting on his tree trunk thighs.

"Brick is a very unusual slave, Boi." Herm explained, "he's one of the very few slaves that gets to top men regularly. Apparently there are quite a few big guys that like getting dominated by a midget."

"Fuck you, I ain't no goddamn midget, I was 6'2" [1.85 m] before these nut jobs got their hands on me!" 6'2" [1.85 m] I thought, how the hell did Lowry shrink his skeleton?

"Whatever you are, you've fisted more than a few clients."

"Damn straight, but you got to fuck that bitch client didn't you, the entertainer? The dyke?" Brick was swinging his hips back and forth, the tip of his cock bouncing against my knee, leaving a slime trail.

"Yeah. Apparently likes women, but still needs a dick now and then. She was pretty kinky. I didn't know women could get that twisted. But who knows when you have that kind of money and celebrity power. It corrupts you."

They both stepped back as we heard the door open again. This time it was three Ken-dolls and Master Simon. He glanced back and forth at us, noting Brick's and my hard cocks. "OK, slaves, what the fuck is up?" We all glanced around nervously.

Brick finally spoke up. "Nothing Master, just giving Toi here," he gestured at me, "some pointers on how to please clients." Brick didn't sound particularly submissive, and he got my new name wrong again.

"Toi huh?" He looked at me. "I like that, it fits, we'll see, I may decide to use it." He crossed his arms. "OK, the guests are coming back. Brick, you're with Mr. Jeff Everett, Herm you're going to satisfy the Sheik, Toilette will take Tom Everett as soon as Master Samson's done using him." Master Simon looked at me. "You, Toi, will go with Mr. Everett for the afternoon."

Master Simon stepped aside and allowed the Ken-dolls to lead us away to our afternoon assignments. I was still quite thirsty and was wondering if I'd get any water.

Apparently not, I was led into Mr. Everett's room where he was sitting down in an overstuffed chair in what appeared to be riding gear, a Ken-doll beside and slightly behind him holding a tray with snacks and a drink. "There you are slave, what took you so long?"

I didn't know what to say, I came as fast as the Ken-doll brought me. "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again." Mr. Everett nodded.

"Get these boots off me." He gestured at his boots. I squatted down and began pulling them off. He simply smiled at me, sipping whisky from a short glass. They were extremely tight, and I fell back on my butt once trying to get them off, Mr. Everett seemed to enjoy the view of my crotch this gave him. When I had the boots off, Mr. Everett said, "now the socks boy."

I pulled his socks off, his feet had been sweating something fierce. The smell was pungent. Not necessarily bad, but strong. He wiggled his toes. "Clean them." He ordered.

"Excuse me sir?" I asked, not knowing what exactly he meant, his boots?

"My feet, clean them." I looked around for a cloth; I saw the bathroom door and started to get up to get a cloth. "With your mouth, you imbecile. Suck my toes and lick my feet clean!" I blinked in surprise.

Suck his toes? I guess this would sort of be like kissing someone's foot. I hesitantly started. "Pretend they're little cocks boy, suck them like 10 little cocks!" I guess I could do that. So I applied my fellatio class skills to his toes. It was weird, but he really seemed to enjoy it. "Excellent, he murmured."

He finished his whisky, setting it on the tray and out the corner of my eye, I saw him gesture for the Ken-doll to leave. I finished his last toe and began licking the soles of his feet. His toes and feet were salty and moist from sweating. I'd have thought the taste to be nasty, but I guess after drinking piss and eating shit, you start to be able to put things in perspective. His sweaty feet were actually sort of tasty, like licking a pretzel, I guess.

When I finished, he stood up. "Remove my pants." I began unbuckling his belt and then unfastened his tight riding pants. I could see he was straining underneath, his cock pressing against the tight fabric. As I unbuttoned the fly, I noted he wasn't wearing underwear.

In order to pull the tight pants down, I had to squat and push them down his legs. Not by chance, I'm sure, this brought my face in close proximity to his extremely engorged cock. I was on my knees trying to get his pants off when he began twisting slightly, causing his cock to bounce off my cheek.

"God this is great. I knew you'd be a good little slut." I gulped. "Your father and I truly enjoyed our visits here." He moved his cock to the other side of my face as he stepped out of his pants. His left hand came down to my shoulder, keeping me from getting up as he began batting my other cheek, I could feel the precum smear across my cheek.

"Of course, for the longest time, he didn't want to admit that he'd sired a subservient slaveboy." I said nothing, I tilted my head and started licking his prick, hoping he'd shut up about my father. I didn't want to hear this.

"Eventually, when you turned thirteen, even he couldn't deny what a hot little ass you were developing." He repositioned his dick on my forehead, I began licking his balls and the underside of his cock. "It was about that time, he got his biggest client, and he realized he'd need extra capital to meet their needs." If anything, his cock seemed to be getting harder as he told me this. He angled its tip towards my mouth, I began working the crown.

"You see, his profit came in the markup of the goods. He was a consultant to his client, he examined their needs and then went to his supplier to buy the products and resold them to his client at a markup. And if you need more capital, ughh..." I hit a particularly sensitive spot, right under the tip of his crown. "...doesn't it make sense to finance the product from the 'manufacturer' if you will. Great rates, volume incentives etc. Hence his loan from Monroe."

I stopped suddenly, pulling my head back. "Are you saying my dad was a slaver? That he bought and sold slaves? Sex slaves? He wouldn't do that." Mr. Everett grimaced with impatience and shoved his dick back in my mouth. It was all I could do to keep my teeth out of the way.

"What, you admit he was a client, renting slaves, but you think he was too good to buy and sell them? Get real kid." He started pistoning my mouth with his cock; his wiry pubes bouncing against my nose.

"Your father was a slave dealer. I'm a slave buyer, I use them for my overseas operations, and because I buy enough and Monroe and I are buddies, I can buy direct, but most people have to go through a dealer, someone like your dad." He was pounding hard, faster and faster.

"He got in a bit over his head, and was having issues with the payments, so Monroe asked for you as collateral. We all knew you'd be perfect stock, and your dad did too. By using you, he also got the money for very low interest. Even so, it was a close thing, and then he got taken out in the accident. No chance to repay Monroe, and voila, here you are ...NOW!" He began spurting in my mouth, hard, fast.

He pulled out, collapsing back in the chair. He motioned me to come forward and finish licking his cock clean. "Christ, it was all I could do not to take you myself when I heard about the accident. But I knew Monroe wanted you unspoiled." Hugh, he grunted. "The look on your face, the tears, when I told you about the accident was achingly poignant, I wanted to reach out and put my cock in your little pussy mouth so bad."

"But it was worth the wait, worth the training. You're an incredible cocksucker now. Truly living up to your potential." It was all I could do not to let him see tears streaming from my eyes as I licked his prick clean of his residual cum. I couldn't let this bastard see my pain. He seemed to thrive on it too much.

"OK, lay down, at my feet. I need an ottoman." I laid down, his foot coming to rest on my stomach. Sliding down to my cock and balls. "What? aren't you hard? Doesn't hearing about your old man make you want to spurt? It does me." He gently drug his big toe over my slavehood, the damn thing sprung back into action.

"Ahh, that's better, such a sweet little thing." He laughed, "I love cockettes like that." He continued to play with my cock with his foot, trying to see how close he could get me to cumming, without allowing me too. Every now and then lifting my balls with his toes and then letting them drop back down to my thighs. I tried to focus on my anger, tried to make my dick wilt so he couldn't play his game, but it was no good. My damn slavehood had a mind of its own and it wasn't speaking to me.

Chapter 16

Mr. Everett demanded that I help him get ready for dinner. Apparently that involved blowing him one more time and reaming his ass. Thankfully he didn't need to shit. But he did need to piss after his whisky.

His piss was definitely strong, almost a rich, yet slightly rancid taste, could that be from the whisky? I didn't recall his taste a whole lot from the other day. What I could, was similar. At this point I was so damn thirsty for water, I didn't mind the pissing. What I minded was that when he was done, I wasn't thirsty any more. This was not good.

When we went out to dinner, I was reassigned back to Tom, who smirked when he saw my head between his legs under the table. I could see he had some plans in mind. Dinner went much like the night before, but this time there was more conversation and fewer entertainments. We slaves ended up providing most of it. Tonight, Jeff had the green guy for his receptacle and Mr. Everett had the slave with the super sized cock.

Tom seemed to take particular pleasure in pissing in my mouth. You'd have thought he'd had enough fun with Toilette this afternoon. He was drinking a lot of water and a lot of wine. I was getting totally bloated, and again a bit woozy.

After dinner, a Ken-doll took me to bathe and relieve myself, I had to do so both at the beginning and the end, Tom had pissed so much in me. When I got back to Tom's room, he was bathed, still slightly wet, and while tipsy, definitely more sober than last night.

"Bend over faggot!" He ordered me. I complied and he came up behind me. "I want to try some of the buttons Simon told me about." His cock was raging hard already as he came up behind.

He wasted no time in getting his stick in my hole. He banged it in and out without much ceremony at first, but then reached down and tickled my belly button in a weird way. Suddenly I felt my ass clench around his pole, I closed my eyes as I felt my ass go into pattern 17. Shit! They'd shown him how to play me.

Tom stood there, moving only slightly and moaning as my ass worked his dick over. I wasn't sure if I could stop it, I wanted too, but was scared to try. It wasn't fair! I wasn't a fucking vibrator! Was I?

Tom reached around, leaning over me and hugged me tight at first and then began cupping my pecs in his hands, gently teasing my tits. My cocklette sprang to attention. Tom twisted his hand a bit more and I felt my asshole begin pattern 14. Tom moaned in my ear. "You've fucking spoiled me for chicks you little cuntwad. How the fuck can any normal bitch stand up to your magic ass-pussy and your sweet boy-boobs?" He squeezed my chest, my breasts, like I was a woman or something. I could feel the way his hands curved to surround my tits so I knew part of what he was saying was true, my giant pec muscles were like monster boy boobs.

Christ, I suppose Herm's weren't all that much bigger than mine, just a lot softer, mine were pretty much hard muscle with a thin layer of fat, hers were real boobs, but size wise...I blushed, my cocklette felt really weird and I felt my balls tightening in their sack, hugging closer to my body. Tom started rocking on top of me as he began nibbling on my back and shoulder blades through my hair.

Shit! He hit the spot, argh that felt so good. Again he hit it, his cock playing up and down as I squeezed it. His boy cock was so much better than the dildos I practiced on, his moved in and out and I had to adjust to try and still hit the right points. It was challenging, but fun, yeah...I tried to guide him in his thrusts with my ass muscles, guide him to hit my electric spot. When I did, shivers would run up and down my spine. Fuck yeah.

He was twisting my nipples gently, rubbing my pecs up and down, and around. His thin, but firm, thighs bouncing off my ass cheeks. So good. Suddenly he jerked, pulling my titties as he stood up to thrust hard in my ass! He came, I came, the pain in my tits meshing with the electric buzz as he hit my spot, my own cum bursting from my cock. We both groaned.

"Fuck!" Tom exclaimed, breathing heavily. My hands were on my knees and I too was breathing hard. I felt his cock, still firm, but softening as he pulled it from my asshole with a small plop.

He pushed on my hip, urging me to turn around. I did, bringing my face into contact with his cock. Knowing my duty I took it and began sucking it clean, removing the cum and the juices from my hole. I had to admit, my hole juice, and I could taste it, above and beyond Tom's cum, was rather tasty; it definitely added a good flavor to Tom's man-boy nectar.

By this point I wasn't surprised when after about three or four minutes, Tom let go a stream. I drank it, washing down the cum and ass juice in my mouth with his piss. The warm liquid pouring down my throat.

As I suckled the last drops from his now soft prick, Tom gently eased me down on to the ground, onto my back. His lips suckled gently at my teats. My slavehood springing back to its rigid 3 1/4" attention. I closed my eyes, simply enjoying the sensation of Tom's lips on first one, then the other of my tits.

Stupid fucking me! God fucking damn it! I suddenly realized what he was up to as I felt his balls brush against my chin! He'd been quietly, secretly, moving into position! The mother fucker!

"Tom, please, no!" I pleaded, my eyes opening in fear.

"Don't cry my little shithole buddy!" Tom said half loving, half learing. "This is what you were made for, even Monroe admitted it to me today! You were born to eat shit!"

"Please Tom, for our friendship? I don't want to." I was sobbing again.

"I'm sorry my little pussy boy," his hands were cupping my balls. "I'm not your friend, you're my toilet and I'm going to use you. Besides, it's good for you, helps you grow strong bones and such!" His thumb flicked my cock. Which, son of a bitch, was still rock hard.

His asshole closed over my mouth as he began squeezing my balls. I knew what was up. I tried to struggle, but he sat down harder, and this time with no mattress, his ass cheeks seem to mold even tighter over my face. I finally opened my mouth, even as I felt the first prying on my lips. In it came, I was powerless to stop it.

I decided I'd try to swallow as fast as possible so I wouldn't have to taste it. Tonight's was softer, moister, more like peanut butter. I didn't want to think of it that way. I couldn't think of it as food. That was what they wanted. It didn't taste like food, it tasted more like chalky sludge. It should have tasted bad though, this was just sort of there. Not bad, not good, just there, something filling my mouth. Even the scent didn't bother me, like I knew it should have.

What the fuck was happening to me?

Again, he made me clean him with my tongue, he moaned and told me to go further. I didn't want to, but since what had been in there was now in me, I guessed it really didn't matter. I cried, I couldn't believe I was doing this, how had I got here, why wouldn't I, didn't I, stand up for myself? Why wasn't I brave enough to take whippings and punishment?

"Fuck!" Tom moaned as I moved my tongue around. "You've got me hard again already!" He complained.

"I'm too hot to wait for you to go clean your mouth up." He got up and turned himself around, then brought himself down again, like he was going to do push ups over my head, his cock aiming for my face. "When you've finished me, you make sure you clean my dick good! I don't want no shit on it."

With tears in my eyes I started sucking on his prick, the chalky taste still in my mouth. I fell back to one of the most popular routines from class, trying to blow him by rote if you will. My fucking cock still hard. Damn thing.

When he came, he came long and full. He collapsed on top of me, his pubic hair grinding into my nose and eyes, his cock still in my mouth, his legs spread one between each of my arms and torso.

And then, as was becoming his habit, he had to piss again. How the hell much piss could he have in him? It was anti-climactic, literally, at this point, I didn't care.

Actually I did, it was liquid. As he pissed, I let it build in my mouth, trying to swirl the warm fluid around to rinse my mouth of the chalky gunk. Fuck! Was that Tom's snores I was hearing?

Chapter 17

I spread him out, and then took my assigned position between his legs. I closed my eyes to get what rest I could. Thankfully, he'd pissed himself out a bit better tonight and so only woke a couple times needing to relieve himself. So I slept better.

I actually awoke before Tom the next morning, perhaps my paranoia about another surprise breakfast. I decided I should get the show on the road. Maybe that way I could hasten my own exit to a bathroom and doing something other than waiting for "gifts" from Tom.

So I began one of the more complicated techniques we'd learned in class, and soon had his cock rigid even though he was asleep. It actually only took a few minutes before he groggily awoke.

"Crap what a wet dream!" He frowned for a second and then looked down and saw me working his pole. I was watching him out of the top of my eyes, he got a total shit eating grin on his face. "Fuck yeah," was all he said. He clasped his hands behind his head, propping it up to watch me go to work on his meat.

He was quiet, other than some intense moans the entire time. Half the time in fact, he had his eyes closed. I don't know if it was out of spite, or out of a desire to keep him complacent and so not thinking of doing other things, or what it was, but I decided to do like my gym slave. I paid very close attention, using my class lessons, observing his body and I brought him close. But then I'd switch tactics to something designed to reset his cum clock but also make him wince in pleasure. Perhaps I meant it in some way as a warning to Tom, to not mess with fire.

I have to say. I was proud of myself. I took it as a challenge of everything I'd learned. I kept Tom rigid and in mind numbing pleasure for an hour and a half. But by that point I was getting sore, my jaw was aching, as were my arms as I tried to get more comfortable positions to work from. So I decided to let him come.

I timed it to the second. For my finale I did a number of quick build ups and release, shortening the down time and response time. I shortened the length of time of build up and reset, thus essentially winding him up for a quick explosion. I did this with a combination of my tongue, my lips, my fingers and hands. By this point Tom was sobbing in pleasure, gasping and begging me to let him cum. Yet afraid the pleasure would stop.

When he was least expecting it, when I knew he feared it might go on forever, I pushed the final sweet spot his dick with my tongue and shoved my wet finger up his chute!

Tom screamed as his dick exploded in my mouth, gusher after gusher, he moaned and moaned. I heard the door band open as Ken-dolls, Jeff and his dad stormed in to the room, thinking something had happened to Tom.

As they came in, worried, Tom saw them out of his pleasure-tear stained eyes and he laughed at their expressions. Or tried to, he was totally out of breath from his cumming.

"Tom are you all right?" His dad asked.

"Shit. No! I just died and went to heaven!" He laughed some more, still on a high from the 90 minute pleasuring.

Master Simon entered the room. Apparently Tom's commotion had generated a lot of attention. "I can't believe the little fucker." Tom gasped. He looked at the clock on the wall. "The squirt blew me for an hour and a half for the most insane never ending pleasure ride of my life. I swear he burnt out every nerve in my groin!"

Everett was laughing and Jeff was glaring jealously at Tom. Master Simon simply had his hands on his hips staring at me as I looked over my shoulder, Tom's deflating cock against my cheek. I licked a drop of cum between my lips and Tom's cock and simply smiled at Master Simon.

A Ken-doll took me to a bathroom, where once again I relieved myself into a cup and then had to use the chamber pot to exude another stone like thing. He then bathed me, but oddly enough, whereas before he'd always had a neutral expression, this time he seemed to be smiling, a little. Maybe I'd done good?

I was allowed to rest in the sitting room for a few hours, but no other slaves were present. Having nothing better to do, I simply slept. Actually I have no idea how long I slept, all I know is that I was eventually led out to a smaller dining room, but with a similar table, and was once again stationed under Tom's chair. This time it was just the Everett's, Dr. Monroe, Master Samson and Master Simon.

The hairy slave, or rather a hairy slave, hair color and build were the only real way to tell these guys apart, was assigned to Mr. Everett and Brick was handling Jeff. No one was in front of Dr. Monroe nor Simon and Samson.

This time instead of wearing togas they were simply wearing normal shirts with no pants, shoes or socks. Apparently planning on putting those on later? In any event I started in on Tom and he winced. Apparently I'd left him a bit sensitive. So instead I started lapping at his thighs and regions I'd been less attentive to this morning.

I didn't pay much attention to the conversation. Instead I eventually began working my way down his leg. I decided I sort of liked the taste of his leg. It was sweaty from whatever he'd been doing outside this morning and the salty taste was rather nice. Sort of like when I'd sucked his dad's toes. Only Tom's was lighter. Perhaps because he was younger? I don't know. In any event, I eventually made my way down and began sucking on his toes.

I was on his left foot when I heard music to my ears. "So Tom," Monroe stated, "did you enjoy your visit? Ready to go home?"

"Oh yeah, I can't begin to tell you how fantastic it was. I could stay here forever! I'm definitely not ready to go home and back to school."

Dr. Monroe laughed, as did Jeff and Mr. Everett. "I'm glad you enjoyed it Tom." Dr. Monroe told him. "You know, Samson here was very impressed by your whipping skills." I couldn't quite catch what was said, but I think it was a modest thanks from Tom.

"And Simon and I were very impressed by the way you handled Toi." So now Monroe was calling me Toi. I guess that was my name for real now. I think I liked Boi a lot better. While someone demeaning, Boi was more like a nickname with them, whereas Toi, with Monroe, was not only more demeaning, but also more ominous? Actually it was Brick's fault for screwing up my new name to Master Simon.

"Who?" I heard Tom ask puzzled. I didn't hear anything but Tom suddenly said "Oh, him!' and wiggled his feet in my hands. Apparently someone had pointed under the table.

"I've been speaking with your father. As you may be aware, your brother Jeff, as the eldest, will most likely take over most of your father's operations." I felt Tom tense, I'm not sure he was aware of that.

"I, on the other hand, need high quality staff, people with a gift for handling and training slaves." Dr. Monroe stated. Now I went tense, pausing for a moment.

"Would you be willing to consider an apprenticeship here? with the Masters?" Dr. Monroe asked. "As our operations grow we are needing more and more handlers, Simon and Samson's staffs are overworked with all the slaves. We need more good people. Would you like to learn their job? Learn how to be a Slave Master?"

Tom's breath caught in his throat. My stomach fell about three feet [1 m]. No. I did not want Tom on this island as my master, bossing me around, shitting in me whenever he felt like it. I thought I was going to be sick.

"Are you serious? Really?"

"Hot damn, what a deal!" Jeff stated. "You lucky S.O.B."

"Very serious Tom, your dad agrees it would be very good for you to know the slave business inside and out. You can study and work with us here, and then when you are older you can decide if you want to work here permanently or perhaps take over your father's slave operations worldwide?"

Fuck. Of all the shitty things. Why the fuck does he get this and I'm stuck on this end. Life wasn't fucking fair. I think I felt like crying again. I couldn't keep this up.

"Dad?" Tom asked breathlessly.

"It's up to you son. And your mom. I'm thinking you're going to have to do a good song and dance to explain why you want to go off to a boarding school in the South Pacific."

"Mom...shit. What would I tell her? She doesn't know does she?" Tom asked.

"No, but she does know that Dr. Monroe has a top tier boarding school on his island specializing in biopharmaceutical research. Top academic credentials.

"Shit, yeah. I want to!" Tom blurted.

"Excellent." Dr. Monroe stated. "Then as soon as you return home, you can begin convincing your mother and wrapping up things there so you can return here to start your apprenticeship."

"Excellent." It sounded like Tom and Jeff high fived each other. I finished off Tom's feet and tuned out the rest of lunch. I was too depressed to care. This couldn't be happening. Would my torment never end?

After lunch a Ken-doll led me back to the sitting room. Given that the Everett's were leaving I didn't know what I was going to be doing next. Other than being depressed. I just rested my head in my hands.

After about twenty minutes the door opened, I slowly looked up to see Master Simon come in, shutting the door behind him. I stood slowly, looking at his feet.

"Well, Toi," Master Simon said, pleasantly enough for him, "it seems that you have taken to your lessons quite well. You certainly performed all required duties, and I admit I am very satisfied with you."

"Your fellatio instructor will be very pleased with your performance this morning. And we are all happy at how your body is coming along." I paled slightly. Dejectedly, I looked up at Master Simon, resigned, for the moment, to my fate, not knowing how to fight it.

"I would have you note that I have begun calling you Toi, as did Dr. Monroe. This is important." Master Simon looked down at me archly. "As I and Dr. Monroe have told you, slaves do not have names, since they are objects. However, for pragmatic reasons, we do give them designations while they are here. Once sold, their new master decides what, if any designation they shall have.

"In any event, here on the Island, we never give slaves designations until they have completed their program. And then Dr. Monroe or one of the Masters selects the designation. We do not allow slaves to self designate. Understand?" I nodded.

"However, since Dr. Monroe was pleased with your performance this weekend, and because you did choose a designation for yourself that is completely appropriate to your function and status, Dr. Monroe has decided to make it your official designation, while on the Island. Ahead of schedule. This is significant, and an honor. Do not, however, let it go to your head. Slaves do not have pride. Do you understand me?" Master Simon commanded more than asked.

I didn't have the courage to tell him that it wasn't the name I chose, that Herm had picked a name out, and Brick had screwed it up in conversation with him. "Understood, sir." I returned to staring somberly at his feet. I really couldn't see the point in getting excited about a name, particularly that name. I suppose I should have been, it does restore a sense of self, not being nameless anymore.

Master Simon frowned. "What's the matter Toi? You should be happy that you have pleased us so much."

"I'm sorry sir, it's just that, well..." I didn't dare mention my concern with Tom.

Master Simon snorted. "What? Are you concerned about the Everett boy coming here to train in the Handler's program?" I nodded, and hung my head.

Master Simon sighed. "I suppose I understand. And ONLY, because I am pleased with your performance this weekend, I will provide you with some information." I looked up. "However, I am NOT telling you this, and I will whip you to shreds if you ever imply that I did." I nodded.

"One does not just walk in here and start handling slaves. It is not the sexual playground that I am sure he imagines. The Island is a business, first, foremost and above all else. As I know you've seen, we have very high standards for all of our people and we demand utter loyalty and discipline from everyone, not just slaves. We are an extremely high-tech 21st century corporation working on the bleeding edge of science. We exist to produce high quality, very expensive products; such as yourself. Any handler who's in it for the sex, is not going to last. I will guarantee it."

"Young Everett faces a long and arduous apprenticeship. Many do not make it. Some fail miserably, even as your Peter failed as a tech." I blinked and looked up at Master Simon. "As you have seen, the consequences of failure are severe."

"Even if he does pass all his tests, and learn his lessons, it is still not that simple. In all cases, handlers are special. Like the slaves, they too undergo modifications." I blinked in surprise. He flexed his own enormous muscles. "Some of which are as painful as the ones you've experienced."

Master Simon chuckled. "So don't worry about your ex-friend. A few years from now, when, and if, he is allowed to handle slaves without supervision, he won't be the same boy he is today. And who knows, you will most likely have been sold by then."

"Now. It's time to take you back to your cell. This has been a distraction from your program. With luck we should be able to get you back on track quickly." Master Simon's face hardened.

"Heel Toi," Master Simon commanded and we headed back to the dungeon.