You Are Now My Property – Part 21

The doctor began by taking some measurements. He measured the size of Jose’s nipples, and his flaccid cock and foreskin. Jamming his finger past the kid’s clenched sphincter, he found his prostate and roughly began stimulating it. Jose quickly grew hard, and Bob took the appropriate measurements. Lastly, he took the kid’s balls in his hand. All the while, the kid had been babbling in Spanish and begging to be released. Bob squeezed the kid’s balls tightly and screamed “SILENCIO!” Jose writhed in shocked silence. Bob loosened his grip and gently tugged the kid’s nuts to the base of his scrotum. Measuring the gap between the kid’s body and his balls at just about 2 inches, Bob reached for a leather ball stretcher, and snapped it in place, trapping the kid’s balls as far away from his body as they would go. Jose’s nuts had never been free of some kind of stretching device since.

Bob had measured the circumference of the kid’s foreskin at 3 and a half inches as it stretched around his cockhead. Going over to his work area, he found a stainless steel cock ring that measured three and three quarter inches around. He dragged a stool in front of the helplessly-bound hunk and brought his medical bag over. Lifting Jose’s now-flaccid cock, Bob forced the cockring inside the kid’s foreskin, stretching it, wrapping the edges around the ring, and making the kid scream in agony. Bob just smiled and reached into his bag. He pulled out a surgical needle and sutures, and began stitching the ring in place inside the kid’s foreskin. He used no anesthesia, and Jose shrieked with each new puncture the needle made. Bob would generally leave the cockring sewn in for a few days, stretching the foreskin’s circumference. Then he’d remove the stitches and pull the ring out. For the next few days, he’d let the foreskin heal, then begin a few days of hanging weights from it. Then it would be back to the cockring. Two years later, Bob was using a cockring nearly 5 inches in circumference.

Bob loved experimenting to see how far the human body could be pushed. In addition to everything he did to stretch Jose’s tits, scrotum, and foreskin, he also loved testing the limits of how much weight they could support. Every day brought new weights and more excruciating ways of attaching them. And being a skilled surgeon, Bob knew how to cause as much pain as possible without causing any permanent damage.

He also loved to see how the body dealt with intense bondage, and he was by far the most inventive of the four masters when it came to finding ways to torment his slave. His favorite idea had been to put Jose on a liquid diet for a few days, clean him out with multiple enemas (always with cold sparkling water to add to the discomfort), then plug him with a thick butt plug and mummify him from head to toe with only his cock and balls exposed. Bob would leave Jose’s nostrils clear, and run a tube into his mouth before sealing it off with duct tape. The tube ran into a catheter, and Bob would insert the catheter into the boy’s cock and tape it in place. Jose had been made drink a large amount of water beforehand, insuring a very full bladder. Every time the boy had to piss, it would travel through the tube and into his mouth. Jose had no choice except to swallow, otherwise he would have drowned. The piss would then run through his kidneys, and the cycle would begin again. Each time the piss would taste a little more vile. The first time Bob had done this, he left the kid that way for 2 hours. That figure had increased over time until Jose was left mummified for 24 hours at a time. Every muscle in his body would cramp and he would be in horrible agony. Sometimes, just for fun, Bob would clamp the catheter tube shut by using a sharp alligator-clamp on Jose’s piss-slit. Other times, he’s pick up the tool doctors use to tap your knees and elbows to test reflexes, and he’d begin tapping the boy’s exposed nuts… very lightly at first, then harder and harder. Jose couldn’t even writhe around in agony because he was mummified. He just laid there trapped and screaming inside his taped-shut mouth. Bob loved having a slave of his very own.

This was the man who was now preparing to work on Eric.

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You Are Now My Property – Part 22

Bob had only seen Eric that one time the day the kid had been abducted. Roy had been getting very frustrated about being the last one without a slave, especially since he’d helped the others get theirs. Bob had agreed to go along with him when Roy cruised the deserted roads looking for a potential victim. He’d had ether and a tranquilizing shot ready if necessary, but Eric had been secured so easily that they weren’t even needed. Bob hadn’t gotten a good look at the kid then, but liked what he saw before him now.

He went over to Roy’s assortment of “toys” and picked up a long burlap strip, about three-quarters of an inch wide. He wet the strip in the sink in the corner, then approached the quivering captive secured helplessly to the cell bars. Pulling a stool in front of Eric, he sat down and grasped the boy’s nuts in his hand, kneading them gently. He pulled them down as far as they would go, and began wrapping the burlap around the kid’s scrotum until his balls were trapped at the base. Taking a handful of gravel he’d scooped up from the driveway out of his pocket, he sprinkled a few bits on the kid’s nuts. He then tightly encased the nuts in the burlap, sprinkling in a little more gravel as he wrapped them. The jagged bits of gravel were pressed sharply into Eric’s balls, subjecting him to a pain different than any he’d felt before.

Bob then reached through the bars and around to the kid’s ass, inserting a finger to stimulate his prostate. He began stroking Eric’s cock, and it became hard almost immediately. Wrapping the burlap up around the scrotum again, he then wrapped the cock, dropping in a little more gravel, and leaving only the head exposed. He secured the burlap with tape; it was tight enough that the kid would not lose his erection, no matter what Bob did to him.

This was Bob’s favorite slow-torture (along with mummifying Jose). Wet burlap contracts as it dries, and as it did, it would squeeze Eric’s cock and balls even more, grinding the jagged bits of gravel deeper and deeper into them. The boy’s exposed cock-head would act like the timer on a Thanksgiving turkey… just like you know the turkey’s done by seeing when the button pops out, Bob would know when to unwrap the cock just before permanent damage was done by keeping an eye on the color of the exposed head. When it reached the right shade of deep purple, the cock was ready to be unwrapped… but that would not be for another hour or two, at least.

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You Are Now My Property – Part 23

When Roy came home, he headed straight for the basement. He couldn’t wait to see what Bob was doing to Eric. He found the boy still secured to the bars. A vacuum pump was humming noisily, and tubes were running from it to each of Eric’s nipples. It had been on for quite some time, and they were being stretched further than Roy had ever pulled them. Bob was sitting on the stool in front of the kid, tapping his nuts with a thin plastic rod. Eric was moaning and thrashing with each tap. Roy couldn’t see it, but Bob had also worked a fat butt plug with rubber spikes up the kid’s ass.

It only took Roy a few seconds to take in the scene, but he got a raging hard-on in that short time. He gave Bob a friendly “Hello”, then walked over to his slave. Eric’s hair had grown in nicely, and Roy ran his fingers affectionately through it.

“Has my slave been behaving himself?” he asked Bob.

“Well, he started off on the wrong foot by speaking to me without permission, but he’s been a good boy since then. He even begged me to fuck him when I put the vacuum tubes on his tits and again when I was whipping his cock-head with a riding crop. I figured a spiked butt plug would make him just as happy, but I’ll probably oblige him later on tonight. Do you want to do anything to him right now?”

Roy had been rubbing his enormous hard-on during this exchange, but said he’d rather go upstairs for a quick workout (he had an extensive home gym) and dinner. He invited Bob to join him. Bob turned off the pump and said “Just let me finish up here and I’ll join you… your workouts take a lot longer than mine, anyway.” Bob pulled the tubes off Eric’s painfully-stretched nipples and reached for a whip to use on them as Roy climbed the stairs. Eric was just beginning to shriek as Roy closed the basement door behind him.

The two men finished their workout, and were having dinner when Mike and Ted arrived. The four men sat around the dinner table good-naturedly discussing how their days went. They were all on their second or third beers when Roy suggested they take the party downstairs.

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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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You Are Now My Property – Part 25

Eric laid there alone in his prison, suffering this new torture, wondering what would come next. How much more awful would it be with TWO men abusing him? He cried softly, and tried not to think about it. When he heard the basement door open, he began to shake in fear. He heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, then excited voices. More than one. More than two! The bed was positioned so Eric could not see who was coming; the voices approached and the boy looked up to see four very horny men with rock-hard cocks looking down at him. The terror was evident in his eyes. The four men agreed that he looked incredibly hot, and each began to stroke himself. Roy freed the boy from the bed, and removed the leg irons from his ankles. It was the first time since his abduction that Eric was not bound or secured in any way.

“All right, boy…”, the massive cop said, his cock dripping with anticipation, “time to expand your horizons…”

Roy led Eric out of the cell by his elbow, and brought him to the center of the room; the other men followed. The spiked butt-plug was still up the kid’s ass, and he waddled uncomfortably as he walked. Roy stepped back a few feet and ordered the quivering hunk to get on his knees, clasp his hands behind his back, and keep his head down, looking at the floor. Eric immediately obeyed his master.

“You’ve probably been wondering why I haven’t made you suck my cock yet, boy.” Eric HAD occasionally wondered about that, but just figured it was the one small horror he was going to be spared. The kid had figured wrong. Eric continued to stare at the floor; his chest rose and fell as his breathing got heavier from fear.

Roy continued; “I wanted to make sure you were well-trained and completely broken before I stuck anything in your mouth. It was important that you be conditioned to exist solely to seek my approval, so I didn’t want any of my friends here visiting you. Since you thought nobody knew you were here, you could have bitten me, or done something else desperate, figuring if you incapacitated me, there’d be nobody to retaliate. Now that I’ve gotten you trained as well as I have, it’s time to move on to the next phase of your conditioning. Tonight you will learn to use your mouth on all parts of a man’s body, and to please him in many new ways. From now on, any of my friends here can come use you whenever they want, and you will call them Master and obey them completely, as you would me. If you ever try to bite or hurt any of us, you can be sure that the other three will make what you’ve experienced in this room so far seem like a walk in the park compared to how you would spend the rest of your days. Now crawl over here in front of me on your knees.” The boy obeyed immediately, crawling over to the cop and stopping just in front of him. Eric’s eyes never rose from the ground, but he could see the cop’s shadow on the floor– he was stroking his massive meat. Roy’s voice was growing husky with lust.

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