You Are Now My Property – Part 7

Eric’s world exploded in pain. His body lurched forward as far as his bonds would allow, and his head snapped back as he let out a piercing scream. Before he could recover his senses, another blow landed across his back. Then another. Eric was in such agony and such a state of shock that he couldn’t do anything but scream. Coherent thoughts and words were impossible.

After ten lashes, Roy put down the whip. He’d put all his effort into each lash, and was starting to sweat. He peeled off his uniform shirt. Had Eric not been hooded, he would’ve seen a mass of muscles and chest fur, slick with sweat. Roy rubbed the growing bulge in his pants, and walked around in front of the boy.

Eric sensed the cop in front of him and started moaning. “Please. Please…” Roy grabbed the kid’s nuts, and squeezed them slightly, saying “I hope you’re not going to beg me to stop. That would make me very angry.” He was talking again in that gentle, soothing voice. “You were about to say ‘please whip me, again’, weren’t you?” Eric didn’t answer. Roy squeezed the kid’s balls a little harder. “WEREN’T YOU?”

Eric was crying and shaking. He couldn’t say the words. The cop crushed the kid’s balls in his massive hand and Eric screamed again and finally managed to spit out “Please whip me again.”

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You Are Now My Property – Part 24

The four men stripped and neatly folded their clothes. Roy was rock-hard again, and his cock was already dripping pre-cum in anticipation of this next phase of Eric’s training. The other men were in various states of semi-arousal, and provided quite an array of masculine sexuality.

Bob’s lean, tight body was nearly hairless, and he had a thin seven and a half inch cock. Roy had seen each of the men naked during the times they’d gang-banged each other’s slaves, and he always wondered if Bob’s fascination with stretching Jose’s foreskin had anything to do with the fact that the doctor was circumcised. He never bothered to ask, though. Each man had his own turn-ons, and each man had his own unique way of tormenting his slave. Roy was into whipping and brutal fucking; he loved using his monster cock as an implement of torture. Bob, of course, was into stretching limits (and body parts).

Ted was the oldest of the four, and the smallest physically, but he was in great shape. At 46 years old, and standing only 5’8, he still made quite an impressive appearance in the expensive suits he wore to court. The most classically-handsome of the four, he had jet-black hair and green eyes that could go from warm and trust-worthy to cold and merciless in an instant… in other words, a typical lawyer. Standing naked in Roy’s dining room, Ted still made quite an impressive appearance. Though not nearly as muscular as Roy, Ted had almost as little body-fat as the massive cop, and washboard abs that rivaled those of the boy being held captive in the basement. He had a sprinkling of chest-hair curling along his pecs, then a line of hair running down his abs to his pelvis. His cock was the shortest of the four, barely over 6 inches, but it was almost as thick as Roy’s, and despite being the oldest, he was always the first one to get hard again after an orgasm. He was also the last one hard at the end of their gang-bang sessions. Ted could come 5 or 6 times a night if he was really turned on, and his slave’s jaw often ached all night from sucking his master’s thick cock multiple times during an evening. Ted was a master of electrical torture and fist-fucking, and he became even more efficient at those activities once he had a doctor available to tell him just how much he could safely do. He couldn’t wait to introduce Eric to those new sensations.

Mike was 40, and had the natural beefy build of a person who’d worked hard in the construction business for 20 years. He was 6’1, and 210 pounds, with love handles and a bit of a beer gut. He wasn’t handsome, but was so masculine and rugged-looking that he oozed sexuality from his rough, calloused fingers to his worn leather work boots. He had Robert Redford’s coloring… Golden blond hair, and blue eyes, but thick, dark fur covering his chest and forearms. His cock was slightly more than average width, but 9 inches long, and he had huge, low-hanging balls that created an impressive bulge in the skin-tight jeans that he always wore. When he went out to bars, Mike always wore a leather vest with no shirt and a pair of jeans worn down to practically white at the crotch. A black hanky was always dangling from the left rear pocket of his jeans, announcing to anyone that looked at his big, beefy ass that he was a top into heavy S&M. He never had trouble picking up hot young men looking to be a slave to a real, masculine daddy-type, but he’d longed for a slave he could truly make his own. Mike’s slave had undergone the most profound change of them all, but we’ll talk about that later. Right now, the men were ready to head downstairs…

Bob had left Eric bound to the bed. Figuring the kid’s training session would last most of the night, and that nobody would want to stop at any point to let the kid piss, Bob had unwrapped the burlap, then catheterized Eric before he went upstairs, so that his bladder could be emptied at any time, anywhere in the basement. Roy had never done anything like this to the kid, so the catheterization was a whole new experience for Eric. He screamed at the top of his lungs as it invaded his piss-slit. Bob’s cock twitched in his pants as he forced the catheter all the way in, then taped it in place. He then pinched off the tube with an alligator clip on the tip of the boy’s tortured cock. The kid looked so hot, Bob wanted to rape his mouth right then and there. He’d have to wait, though… This was Roy’s slave, and he would be the one to take the boy’s oral cherry. Bob adjusted his stiff cock in his pants, and went to join Roy for their workout and dinner.

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Tony (that was still his name then) was 37, 5’11, and 200 pounds. He had deep brown eyes under thick eyebrows and lashes, and a full head of curly black hair. He had a mustache and beard, and was really quite handsome. Like Mike, he had a bit of a gut and love handles, but he still turned a lot of heads.

When they got home, Roy and Ted helped Mike bring his captive downstairs. They called Bob and had him come over; the doctor was just finishing removing the sutures from Jamal’s foreskin, and the youth was hanging limply from his bonds. Bob was surprised that the men had returned so soon, but excited to see what they’d brought.

Mike had blindfolded Tony when they took him out of the trunk of the car. When they got him downstairs, the men stripped him and suspended him from the ceiling by his wrists, with his ankles secured to the floor; he was pulled as tight as possible without his arms popping out of their sockets.

Mike removed the blindfold and Tony took in the scene around him. He saw the wall full of torture devices and he realized immediately what was happening. His eyes widened in fear. Mike removed the gag and Tony began to curse and yell. It was at this point that Mike found he’d gotten an extra bonus. Tony was gay, and was screaming that he was a top man! He was swearing that he didn’t suck dick and didn’t get fucked–HE did all the fucking. He threatened to kill the bastards when he got loose and said he’d stick his dick so far up their asses it would come out their throats. Mike just smiled and grabbed the Yankee asshole’s balls and squeezed. He grinned broadly as the blowhard bellowed in protest. This was going to be fun!

Mike liked his men hairy, but asked the others to help shave this one now. The removal of his body hair would strip the captive of much of his feeling of masculinity, but Mike also had something far more diabolical in mind.

Tony was covered with fur from head to toe, and this would take a while. Mike had each of the other men grab a razor, and after lathering up the captive’s body, the four masters had a shaving party. Tony kept twisting and trying to escape; the only thing he accomplished was getting his body covered with nicks and tiny cuts. Mike smiled. This would suit his purposes nicely. He picked up a spray bottle he kept filled with rubbing alcohol and sprayed a fine mist all over the captive man’s newly‑shaved body. The alcohol soaked into every little cut, making Tony’s body a mass of burning wounds, and he shrieked like he was being set on fire. Bob and Ted rubbed their hard cocks through their pants and wished their slaves had more body hair. Roy rubbed his cock and just wished he had someone to abuse.

When Tony finally quieted down, Mike picked up a heavy flogging whip. With his body freshly‑shaven, Tony’s skin would be scraped somewhat‑raw and extra‑sensitive. The flogging would be felt even more severely than usual. Tony’s back had been to Mike when the contractor had selected the whip, and he never saw the first blow coming. He screamed at the top of his lungs. Mike smiled and quickly began landing blow after blow across Tony’s pinkened body. He picked up the pace; he wanted to whip the guy’s whole body, but also couldn’t wait to fuck him. A quick look at his friends stroking themselves let him know he was not alone in that thought. Yeah, this was going to be fun!

“The bigger they are, the harder they fall.” Mike was thinking of that expression as he looked at his slave with contempt. The supposed tough‑guy had been broken in just over a week. He couldn’t take the pain, and began crying and begging for mercy almost immediately. That, of course, led to punishment and to Mike increasing the intensity of the original torture; soon the former top man was willing to do anything to avoid the pain, sucking cock and taking things up his ass like he’d been doing it all his life.

Mike had always intended to break the man entirely, leaving him a groveling shell of his former self, but the man’s pitifully rapid surrender really disgusted him. He was an insult to top men everywhere. Hell, he was an insult to men everywhere. He didn’t even deserve to call himself a man. That’s when Mike decided to turn him into a dog.

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He began by telling his captive that his name was being changed to Rex. Tony was a man’s name, and he had proven himself to be less than a man. From now on, he would think and act like a dog. He was told to stay on all fours at all times, except when doing his forced exercises, or when Mike needed him to stand up for some punishment or torture. His hands and feet were now referred to as paws. Mike went as far as to keep a flea collar around his neck at all times. Three times a day, Mike would attach leg and wrist irons to his dog’s limbs, put a choke collar around his neck, and lead him up the stairs and outside (always on all fours), where he’d trot the canine around, then let him do his “business”. Rex was trained to go over to the grass and sniff around the base of the trees before lifting his leg to piss. If he had to shit, he was to squat and do it in the same spot. Mike would then take a garden hose and use it to clean out his dog’s asshole.

Mike went to a vet to find out which brands of dog‑food are the most nutritious. He then consulted with Bob to find the right combination of vitamins to mix into the dog‑food to keep Rex healthy. After the dog’s fur had grown back in, Mike would occasionally mix a raw egg into his food to keep his coat shiny. Rex was also occasionally given water and other fluids necessary for his health, but the main liquid in his diet became Mike’s piss. Every day before he left for work, Mike would piss into Rex’s “water” bowl, and leave him a can of dog‑food in his food dish. At first, the broken captive couldn’t bring himself to ingest the vile stuff, but after a few days of hunger and punishment, he did it without hesitation. Mike bought several large thermoses, and always kept a couple of empty ones in his office. When he had to piss during the day, he’d do it into a thermos and then bring it home for Rex to drink. When he was at home, he’d always go downstairs to piss in Rex’s mouth when he had to relieve himself. Other than at business meetings when he had to be discreet, Mike hadn’t pissed into a toilet or urinal in almost 6 months.

Like the other slaves, Rex was only allowed to speak when spoken to. However, he was rarely allowed to speak English. He was trained to bark once for yes, and twice for no. If Mike needed to ask him something else, he was allowed to speak English, but Mike tried to limit his questions to those that only required yes/no answers. Rex went months at a time without speaking English. When the masters gathered together to gang‑bang him, Mike would entertain them by having Rex “beg” and “speak”. Rex would squat on his haunches, put his paws into a dog’s begging position, and bark repeatedly until Mike told him to stop. Mike would then pet his head, and scratch Rex behind the ears. Rex was trained to thank his master by licking his hand.

When he watched TV at night, Mike would often hog‑tie Rex, and have him lick his feet as he relaxed. If Rex was being a good boy, Mike would roll him onto his side with his feet, then stroke the dog’s cock with his toes. If he was a REALLY good boy, Mike would let him hump his leg, or the side of the couch, though he’d always be commanded to stop before he could come. Rex had not had an orgasm since his abduction.

Mike bought three different‑sized cages and varied which one he kept Rex in, depending on the dog’s behavior. The smallest one (the one he was in now) was too small to let Rex stretch out entirely, and always led to his muscles cramping painfully. The second one was 7′ x 4’x 4′ and gave Rex a little room to move. If he was a really good dog, he was put into the biggest cage, which was 8 feet long and 6 feet wide. It, too, was only four feet high, though. It didn’t need to be any taller‑‑ dogs never stand up straight, anyway. Rex was kept in his cage at night when he slept and whenever Mike was at work.

Mike went to an office‑supply store and bought several different sizes of the plastic rug‑protectors that you buy to shield your carpets from the wear and tear of chairs rolling on them. The underside of those rug‑protectors is covered with little plastic bumps that keep it from sliding all over the carpet. Mike cut the items to the proper shape and size to cover the bottom of each of the cages, and when Rex was a bad boy, Mike would put the plastic sheet bump‑side‑up into the bottom of his cage. No matter which way the dog would position his body, his weight would press down on them, and he’d be covered with painful indentations by the time Mike let him out.

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