GayBondageFiction

A group of horny vengeful cops teach a hot and mouthy punk a lesson he won’t soon forget in this story by Don.

Taking JD – Page 2
by Don

With the broad width of his back pressed against the hood of the car, […]

Muscle-jock boyfriends Cort & Ryder pay a painful price for their attempted escape – the rack! A hot addition to Ragnar1963’s series.

Cort & Ryder – Chapter 6: Recapture & Punishment
by Ragnar1963
Series: The Ordeal of Cort & Ryder

Into the black hole the two muscle boys plunged… then slid down a steep shaft, too fast to stop themselves, tumbling over each other… then suddenly a trap door opened beneath them… and Cort & Ryder dropped back into their tiny slave cell!

The door immediately slammed shut overhead, and the two bros heard the cruel mocking laughter of Dax, watching them through the iron bars. “HA HA HAAAA! I knew you two would turn up here soon! Hondo’s castle is escape-proof! No painslave has ever left until
Hondo is finished with him!”

Exhausted, brutalized, the two nude young men felt their last flicker of defiance struggling not to be smothered by despair over their situation: trapped by a sadistic madman who gloried in their torture! More laughter, excited more than mocking, came echoing down the stone corridor–and the cruel captor Hondo burst into view, eyes gleaming with lust and anger, rejoicing at the recapture of his two prime painslaves, followed by the naked Dez, his muscled hairy body covered with fresh lash marks!

For a moment Hondo wordlessly savored the sight of his recaptured toys. His chest heaved with panting lust as he watched the young musclebros collapsed on the floor of their cell. “Oh, yes… pain…. punishment…” he moaned in a reverie of cruel fantasy…”Punishment for escape…. oh, the tortures… Take them….”

Dax and Dez sprang to carry out their master’s order, unlocking the cell door and pulling out Cort and Ryder, who barely had the strength to resist as they were marched back into the torture dungeon, their arms wrenched painfully behind them…

Dax and Dez stopped as Hondo, following behind, turned to face his captives… without warning he lashed out and struck Ryder a brutal blow across the face with the back of his fist! CRACK!!! CRACK!!! A second massive backhand sent Cort reeling! Fury overtook Hondo’s lust as he shouted threats at his young prisoners:

“ESCAPE IS IMPOSSIBLE! YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE MY DUNGEON! AND YOUR FOOLISH ATTEMPT WILL BE PUNISHED MORE PAINFULLY THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE!!!” Then he barked an order to his guards: “FOR THEM, THE RACK!!!”

Dax and Dez manhandled them into place. Cort and Ryder had little strength remaining to resist, and realized they should reserve it for the ordeal ahead… “You see this has been specially built to accommodate TWO captives….” Hondo said as the lads were wrestled into place side by side face up atop a large table fashioned from thick, heavy slabs of wood. Iron shackles, attached by chains to the windlass at one end of the rack, were locked around the boys’ wrists; their bodies were stretched out and their ankles closed into a dual set of stocks at the other end.

Eyes ablaze with cruel lust, Hondo began to turn the windlass… the painslaves’ hearts pounded in their muscled chests as the giant creaking wheel wound up the chains and pulled their arms overhead… their nude bodies were stretched slowly as they struggled uselessly, their biceps bulging with the effort of pulling against the chains lengthening and rendering them helpless and vulnerable…

But the force of the windlass was irresistible. Hondo began to pant heavily, even tremble with excitement, as the beautiful bodies of his captives were stretched. When his torture toys reached a painful limit, he stopped; a ratchet mechanism held the windlass in place and no slack allowed Cort and Ryder any relief…

“Now I must savor your naked helpless bodies,” he muttered, “gaze on your manly loveliness, and allow you time to contemplate the hideous agony to come…. Oh, yes, my slaves, you will be racked. Since time immemorial one of the cruelest tortures devised by the sadistic mind of man–and one that allows the most erotic display of the victim’s body. How beautiful you both are,” he continued, stroking the young men’s pecs, abs, biceps–every inch of their chiseled and ripped young bodies, including the cocks that lay fat and sleeping on their powerful thighs but which were soon roused into hardness by Hondo’s skillful strokes. The bros writhed to try to escape the cruel groping from the sadistic muscleman, the caresses of their torturer and captor, but with their wrists pulled taut overhead and their bare feet locked in place, they could barely move…

“I could, of course, tear your young bodies limb from limb, and this torture invention has been used for just that purpose countless times across history… But I would not dream of sacrificing such beauty,” Hondo murmured as he bent to kiss Ryder’s nipple. “No, my handsome prisoners,” he said, stroking Cort’s cheek, “you must be kept in peak physical condition. So that you may endure torture after torture for my pleasure.”

Hondo’s fingertips played lightly over Ryder’s nuts.

“Fuck you… ” Ryder growled as he tried to inch away from Hondo’s touch.

Hondo smirked. “Foolish lad. You will never learn that you cannot escape my control…”

And he moved back to the wheel and turned it another notch…

“Aaahhhhh…” Anguished groans escaped from the two muscled young victims as the chains stretched their bodies…

CLICK….The wheel turned… the chains pulled the boys’ manacled wrists… their naked feet trapped in the stocks, each inch strained their bodies more painfully…

CLICK….

CLICK….

“AAAAAhhh….” Side by side the two musclebros/lovers felt the pain of the stretch….

CLICK….

“AAAAggghhh….” Grimaces on their handsome faces; burning lust in their torturer’s eyes….

CLICK….

“AAAAAH!!! God! please!”

Des and Dax also watched with mounting excitement, knowing what else was coming….

CLICK…

“NOOOO! No! Oh, God….”

Each inch seemed to increase the pain in their stretched muscles exponentially…. How the two muscled young men writhed and squirmed, their muscles rippling….

CLICK….

“AAAAGHHH! NO, STOP!”

Hondo chuckled at his young captives’ intensifying agony. “Ah, but this is only the beginning of your punishment! For this rack has one other feature… ” And Hondo reached underneath, unhooked a latch, and tilted the entire torture machine to an angle of 45 degrees. Cort and Ryder lay stretched to agonizing tautness, wrists over their heads, feet just above the floor…

Another button pressed… a panel in the floor slid open… to reveal the fire pit they had been suspended over earlier!

And now the two captive painslaves discovered what Hondo’s additional torture would be–as they felt the searing heat of the fire pit on their trapped helpless soles!

YES! The stocks at the lower end of the rack were holding Cort’s and Ryder’s bare feet just six inches over the flames!

“NO! NOOOOO!!!” Their feet and toes wriggled and thrashed wildly, but there was no way to escape the rising waves of fiery heat burning them!

A cruel laugh broke from the throats of their torturer and his two musclebound thugs.

“THIS IS HOW WE PUNISH ATTEMPTED ESCAPES! THOSE WHO RUN WILL HAVE THEIR FEET TORTURED!!! ROASTED! HA HA HAAAAA!”

“NOOOOOOO! FUCK YOU! YOU BASTARD!”

“AAAAGHHH!! MY FEET!!!!”

“HA HA! YES! PUNISH THEM, MY BEAUTIFUL FLAMES! LICK THEIR BARE SEXY FEET! TORTURE THEM!!! HA HA HA HAAAAAA!!!!”

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A sexy young man is stretched and tickle tortured on the rack by a religious interrogator in a new series by D.R. von Todtenhausen. Art by Rodinart.

The New Promotion
By D. R. von Todtenhausen
Art by <a href="http://rodinart.tumblr.com/&quot; title="Rodin […]

Samson endures his next date with the boy king Nabal: a cum control session while stretched on the rack.

Samson Part 5 – On the Rack
by SuperHuman
Series: Samson

“It’s time for youz date with Nabal.” said the Dungeon Master as he entered Samson’s cell. Micah, following close behind, carried a thin rope in his right hand as he approached Samson who still hung by his wrists with feet barely touching the floor. He knelt down in front of the naked prisoner, eye-level to his perpetually engorged cock and gently took the massive phallus and balls in his hands. He carefully tied the rope around each of Samson’s large testicles then made a knot around the base of his cock. Firmly tugging at the new leash caused not only Samson’s cock to engorge even further but even inspired Micah’s own cock to grow under his loin-cloth.

“Get ’em down.” ordered the Dungeon Master. Two guards approached Samson and unshackled his wrists then tied them behind his muscled back not allowing their prisoner a moment to rest his stinging shoulders. “To The Rack!” commanded the Dungeon Master as he stepped behind Samson and jabbed his ass with a pointed spear encouraging him to move forward. Micah led the group, tugging on Samson’s cock with the leash, through the dimly-lit corridor to Samson’s next session with Nabal.

The heavy wooden door creaked as Micah struggled to push it open. When the task was accomplished, Micah led Samson into yet another cold, dank room where a shirtless Nabal waited anxiously for the the party to arrive. He flashed a grin and squeezed his hard cock through his pants as the guards pushed the hesitant Samson into the chamber.

“Welcome, Samson. I’ve been looking forward to this!” he said, his eyes devouring the naked captive.

The guards marched Samson across the room then stopped in front of an imposing device that consisted of a large wooden table with heavy metal shackles attached to chains that were connected to a large spoked wheel at the head of the table. Samson had never seen such a device but he winced at the sight of the two large rollers covered in sharp metals spikes that sat on the center of the table.

Samson breathed in deep.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” chuckled Nabal. “One of the High Priest’s more ingenious inventions. I have broken many men on it. You will be next.” Pushing Micah aside, he grabbed a hold of the rope leading Samson’s hard cock and motioned to the guards holding Samson tight. “Let’s introduce Samson to The Rack.”

“No.” mumbled Samson as the guards began to push him toward the table. He pressed his feet into the ground with the little strength he had left and did his best to struggle but it was futile. The guards dragged him to the rack and with the help of the Dungeon Master and Micah, lifted Samson up on the table laying over the spiked rollers, stretched his arms over his head and quickly went to work shackling his wrists and ankles into the device. Samson’s hard cock fell flat on his stomach with a thud.

The men stepped back and surveyed their accomplishment as Nabal approached the bound prisoner. He motioned to the guards again and they took their place at the giant spoked wheel waiting for the King’s command to begin the stretching. He nodded to them. “Stretch him three clicks!”

The guards obeyed, working together to turn the large wheel. Samson began to feel pressure as the chains pulled at his arms and legs. Then pain as the spiked rollers went into motion biting into the skin of his muscled back. Click! The device reached it’s first level but the men continued to turn the wheel. Samson cried out as two more loud clicks indicated the device had reached its third level.

Nabal stood above as his eyes scanned up and down Samson’s body naked, stretched body. The muscleman’s chest had seemed to grow even larger as if suddenly filled with air and his abs were cinched tight. Nabal reached down and touched Samson’s stubbly head then gently moved his hand down over the hero’s torso feeling the short hairs that had begun to grow.

“His hair begins to return.” he said, turning to the Dungeon Master. “Why hasn’t the prisoner been properly shaved?”

“I’m sorry, my lord. I shall have the slaveboy Micah shave him now if it pleases youz.”

“Do not bother, Tartan. He looks sufficiently attached. And it’s not as if I don’t wish to see him in a more natural state. But have the slaveboy shave him immediately after our session.

“Yes, my lord.”

Nabal’s attention moved to Samson’s hard cock and balls. He made a fist around the hard phallus and slowly pulled down, peeling the foreskin back and revealing the massive mushroom head. The sensation caused Samson to moan out. It had been a long time since he’d enjoyed one of his needed daily cums. And just the touch of Nabal’s hand sent him to the edge and started his pre-cum flowing. Nabal stroked the hero’s cock while his other hand cupped his captive’s heavy balls.

Samson let out a another quiet moan that put a devious smile on Nabal’s face. “Do you want to cum?” he asked the panting muscleman.

“I cannot be pleasured by a boy!”

Nabal picked up pace, stroking Samson’s cock furiously. Samson’s body began to tighten even more, pulling on the chains and even moving the rollers that continued to cut into his back. But just as Samson began to feel the cum moving from his testicles, the boy king stopped.

In a fit of anger, Samson pulled on the chains, shaking the entire table and yelled out “You bastard!” the intensity of his outburst startling Nabal who fell back onto the floor. He quickly got to he feet and ordered “Another three clicks!”

The guards sprung into action, turning the wheel. Click..Click….Click! Samson screamed out in agony as the tension grew. His tortured joints felt as though they would explode and those sinister rollers continued to cut even deeper.

Nabal approached Samson again, immediately taking his cock into his mouth, teasing the sensitive skin on his unsheathed cock head with his tongue. He then took up the challenge of swallowing Samson’s mighty cock. Nabal gagged as the meaty organ hit the back of his throat but soon he had taken the entire cock. He tightened his lips and bobbed his head up and down while running a stiffened tongue along the underside of the hero’s sensitive shaft. Soon Nabal was expertly taking the hero’s big cock down his throat, his bobbing chin rhythmically brushing against the muscleman’s massive balls that were simultaneously being squeezed in Nabal’s fist. Despite his painful predicament, the incredible feeling quickly brought Samson again to the edge of his desperately needed orgasm.

“Do you want to cum?” asked Nabal beginning to furiously stroke the strongman’s wet cock. Samson shook his head “no”, too breathless to respond verbally. Nabal picked up the pace and brought Samson back to that moment of anticipation but as Samson began to feel the rush of cum, there was a knock on the door and Nabal immediately ceased his stroking.

“Our guest has arrived!” he exclaimed with a smile then nodded to the Dungeon Master who began to open the heavy door. Samson turned his head to the side to catch a glimpse of Delilah entering the room, her perfumed scent flooding his nostrils. Her eyes immediately zeroed in on the pathetic sight of a humiliated Samson tightly stretched out on the rack with his throbbing hard cock in Nabal’s hand.

“Come and see the spoils of your efforts!” Nabal commanded. She complied with a smile, lifting the bottom of her new robes from the ground to avoid getting them dirty and approached the bound hero.

Playfully placing her pointed fingernail on one of Samson’s nipples, she leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “My pussy still aches from your pounding.” then straightened up and ran her sharp nails over his naked torso down toward his engorged cock. With a nod from Nabal, he took his cock in one hand and began to probe her fingernail into his piss slit. Samson moaned in ecstasy as the pre-cum continued to flow from his tortured hole.

Delilah tightly grabbed his thick tool by the base and took the exposed head into her mouth. She lightly grazed her tongue around the rim of his cockhead then began to suck and work her way down until her lips reached the stubbly skin of his inner thigh, easily taking the entire massive organ in her mouth in an impressive display.

Nabal and Delilah took turns teasing and sucking Samson’s cock, keeping him on the edge of orgasm only to deny him the pleasure of release over and over again for what seemed like hours. To tease the helpless stud even further, Delilah removed her upper robes baring her breasts and Nabal ordered the guards to stretch Samson three more clicks, the sound of the machine and the further tightening of Samson’s body driving the young king over edge. Unable to hold out any longer himself, Nabal pulled out his own over-sized tool and proceeded to cover Samson’s taut body with a voluminous load of cum that made trail from the muscleman’s aching balls and the underside of his throbbing cock, across his tight abs and made a pool between his stretched pecs much to the seeming delight of everyone in the room except the now soaked hero.

“Do you want to cum???” Nabal asked teasingly as he collected a gob of his own cum in his fist and continued working Samson’s engorged cock.

“Y-y-yes..please” whimpered Samson, holding back tears, then let out a frustrated moan as Nabal stopped his attention.

“Tartan, hand me the cage.” The Dungeon Master produced an unusual metal device consisting of a hinged tube about the length of Samson’s cock that opened and closed length-wise and several leather straps and metal shackles for holding it in place. Nabal held the device up to Samson’s face. “Another of the High Priest’s creations. It will insure that you do not cum until I’m good and ready —if ever.”

Nabal opened the hinge and placed the device snugly around the shaft of Samson’s engorged cock. There was a ridge on the inside of “head” end of the tube designed to keep Samson’s foreskin retracted and contained so that after Nabal closed and locked the perfectly-fitted tube around the entire shaft, only his sensitive cockhead could been seen and accessed outside of the device. A pair of leather straps on the bottom of the tube were used to separate and tie-down the hero’s large, aching testicles.

Once the cage was attached, Nabal took a moment to tease the exposed head of Samson’s cock with his tongue then abruptly stopped ad announced, “I shall make my evening visit then retire to the King’s chamber.”

“Yes, my lord.” said the Dungeon Master as Nabal exited the chamber. He turned to Micah. “Youz heard the King, boy. Help me take the prisoner back to his cell. Then clean him up. And shave him.”

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Paulo’s training continues including a trip to the doctor for a modification.

The Plantation: Part 4 – Paulo Broken
by Tucker
Series: The Plantation
Art by Pote

I got up early again on Thursday and spent some time on office work and phone calls. During a break, I checked the video feed and saw that Paulo was asleep in his cell under a blanket. I then checked Steve’s Notes, and saw what had happened last night. Steve is a good second – he’d written up both our morning session with Paulo, and then added notes on his work that afternoon and again in the evening, so I could follow just what had happened. What was uncertain, of course, was just what kind of effect it had all had on Paulo. I decided to find out. I gave Steve a call and asked him to wake Paulo up in two hours, wash him up, and bring him to an interrogation room so I could interview him.

In two hours, when I’d finished up my work, I wondered down to see where things stood. I arrived at the room first, as planed and seated myself in a comfortable chair set near the middle of the room. Ten minutes later, Steve and Billy brought Paulo in. Paulo’s gag had been removed, but he still had his hands cuffed behind his back and his ankles chained together. And he still had the dildo up his butt. Steve guided Paulo in holding a three foot wooden bar that was connected at one end to the D-ring on the back of Paulo’s collar. He guided Paulo to a spot about six feet in front of my chair, and then told Paulo to kneel. Paulo was a bit confused, but Billy quickly used his prod to slap the backs of Paulo’s knees and Steve forced him down by pushing with the bar. Paulo fell to his knees right on the spot where he should have, almost as if he’d known just how to do it.

For a minute or two no one said anything, and I simply sat and looked at the 24 year old slave kneeling in front of me. He was still as handsome and sexually appealing as he’d been when he arrived at the planation, but today he was subdued and maybe a little diminished. He looked at me once or twice, but mostly he just kept his eyes down.

“I understand you’ve learned what its like to be fucked by your masters.” I said. When he said nothing, I said “It’s OK. You can answer questions. In fact you must answer questions when asked. Do you know what its like to be fucked by your masters, slave?” This time, he looked up, eyes full of hate, and said “yes.” “Clearly you didn’t like it, but that hardly matters. We don’t care what slaves think. But we do care that they obey. Do you understand that you are a slave?” Again, a minute passed without a response, and then he said “yes” for a second time. This time, however, I didn’t believe him. He was simply saying what he knew he had to say.

“Let’s try something a bit different today,” I suggested. “Steve, could you take off Paulo’s handcuffs, please.” Once the cuffs were removed and Paulo had rubbed his hands in front of him, I went on. “Paulo, slaves don’t often get to pleasure themselves, but today I’m going to make an exception. Masturbate yourself.” Paulo looked confused and ashamed all at once, and stammered “Here?” “Yes, here. I want to see you do it. Do it right now while you’re on your knees. Your master wants to see you cum. Help him, Steve, do you have a bit of lube?” Steve leaned forward a bit and used a tube of lube to spurt a glob of lube on one of Paulo’s hands. “Go ahead,” I said, “take your cock in your hand and rub it slowly to get it hard. Now!”

For a minute I thought that Paulo was going to rebel, and noticed that Steve had taken a short riding crop from his belt to urge compliance, but it wasn’t needed. Slowly Paulo began to rub himself. It was interesting to see how his light skin turned ruddy as he continued to rub himself. Slowly his cock extended and filled out and he began to rub with a steadier pace. “Stop rubbing for a minute Paulo,” I suddenly said. He paused confused, and I continued “lift your hands so I can measure your cock – I’m interested in just how long you are.” At this point, I rose, took a tape measure from my pocket and knelt on one knee in front of him and used the measure to determine his length. Both Steve and Billy were poised to move if Paulo reacted, but he didn’t. He knelt as he had been, sweating heavily, with his arms at his side and his head bowed, and let me use my measure and touch his organ to get my measurements.

“The slave is 9 inches from cinch to piss hole,” I told Steve. “By the way, get rid of his foreskin when you get a chance, Steve,” I continued, and returned to my chair. “Go ahead, slave, let’s see you cum,” I said as I settled back in my chair to watch. Slowly, Paulo began to rub himself again, and once again the pace increased steadily until he finally shot several long strings of cum across the floor. Most of the cum settled to the polished floor but one strand made it as far as my boot and pant leg.

“Good boy,” I said. At the same time, Steve reached down and roughed up Paulo’s hair, as one might do to let a younger brother know you are proud of him.

“Now clean up your cum. Lick it from the floor in front of you. Don’t leave a drop.” Once again, Paulo sat confused and Steve and Billy tensed to respond to whatever he might do. Then Steve knelt on one knee beside Paulo and guided him through it, talking to him gently, as one would a favorite horse, while using the stick attached to his collar to guide Paulo’s head. “Lean forward and use your tongue to lick it up your cum, Paulo,” Steve urged. Slowly, very slowly, having turned even more ruddy if it was possible, the boy bent forward and did as he was told. Steve urged him from spot to spot – “Get the glob there,” he’d urge and then shift his position and the stick as the boy crawled forward to comply. This ended with Paulo licking the last bit of cum from my boot, and then tongued my pant leg in an effort to remove that small bit as well.

“Well,” I said, standing, “I think things are going very well. I’ve got some work to do up at the house, but I’m sure Steve has plans for you for the rest of the day. You’ll need some food and exercise. It’s probably also time for you to try out a mouth harness, so you can learn about giving head. So I’ll leave you in Steve’s capable hands.” With that I turned and walked out. I was pleased with how quickly things were going. The boy wasn’t completely broken, but in only two days we’d clearly gone from resistance to reluctant compliance, and I was quite happy with the results.

***

I could tell the master was happy with the results, and, to be honest, I was too. Paulo had performed just as he’d been told. He’d been forced to humiliate himself and perform for his master and he’d complied. I felt confident that he was only going to get better. Billy and I got the slave on his feet and walked him back to the viewing room with the square frame. “Stand inside the frame with your arms raised,” I said, alert to see if he’d comply with the order. He did. Billy and I then proceeded to use the leather straps to secure Paulo to the frame, pulling tight to be sure he was really immobile. After he was secure, I took a couple of moments just to walk around him and rub his body with a light towel – like brushing a horse who had just performed well. “You really do have a great body, Paulo – you are going to make some master very proud. I love the way your muscles tighten every so slightly as your touched. It’s a pleasure to train a slave that learns as fast as you do.”

After that brief reverie, I settled down to business and called in one of the medical technicians. He brought along his kit, and wheeled in a small table which he positioned right below Paulo’s genitals. The technician used a special device attached to the table to stretch and hold Paulo’s cock. A clamp fitted around the base of the boy’s cock. A bar dropped down from the clamp to a heavily weighted base that sat on the table. Ten inches from where the first bar reached the weighted base, a second bar rose to the height of the clamp. Through a ring at the top of that second bar, another bar with a rounded head could be extended, through the ring toward the clamp. After sterilizing the sliding bar, the technician slowly inserted it into Paulo’s piss hole and then worked it into his penis until the bar had reached into Paulo’s penis a bit beyond the point where the clamp was wrapped around the member. Next the technician massaged Paulo’s cock till it grew as much as it was going to grow. It wasn’t hard, but it had grown until most of the bar was inside the penis. That seemed to satisfy the technician, and he proceeded to tighten the clamp at the base of the boy’s cock. At this point, the inserted bar held the boy’s penis in a ridged vertical position, and the attachment of the whole apparatus to the heavily weighted base guaranteed that Paulo’s penis would not move, no matter how he might move try to shift it. Satisfied with his preparations, the technician proceeded to circumcise the boy. Using alcohol to clean and sterilize Paulo’s cock head and foreskin, and a pair of very sharp scissors, the technician proceeded to stretch out the boy’s foreskin, and then, quickly, cut it neatly off. Paulo howled with pain, and would have jerked if he hadn’t been tightly held by both the square frame and by the heavy device that held his cock in place.

As the technician cleaned up, with alcohol on the cut, I spoke to the sobbing slave. “We could have used an anesthetic, but the master doesn’t like it. He wants you to know you are really a slave, and that he can do anything with your body whenever he wants. This was painful for a moment, but you’ll remember it, and it should always remind you the someone else owns your body now.”

I gave the slave some time to recover, and then walked him over to the gym so he could work his way through his exercise routine, and then his run. I wanted the freshly circumcised cut to dry in the air, and didn’t want to have to use salve or bandages for awhile, so I limited Paulo’s exercises to ones that wouldn’t threated his recent cuts. When he was done I walked him back to his cell for a nap before dinner and an evening session.

I haven’t spoken much about meals, but there really isn’t much to say. Slaves are fed from bowls that sit on the floor. The food is usually rather like a stew and its delicious. I know because the trainers eat the same stuff from plates at a table, and we are happy to eat it. In addition to the stew, slaves are given drink from bottles that are shaped like large cocks. They are either held by a trainer, as I held one for Paulo every so often during his exercise session, or they are mounted on a wall where the slave, on his knees can access the bottle. The bottle is a flexible plastic thing with an area at the head that is like the nipple on a baby bottle. To get fluid out of it, the slave needs to place the head in his mouth and suck. There’s nothing subtle about it, and the slaves start out embarrassed as hell when they first learn what they have to do to get fluid from them. As time passes, however, they become used to the routine, kneeling to eat chow from their “dog dishes” and suck their liquids from their “cock bottles.”

After feeding Paulo dinner, Billy and I took Paulo from his cell. Satisfied that the cuts were healing properly, I put a little salve on the cuts. Then Billy and I took handcuffed the boy and proceeded back to the room we’d used last night for fucking. I felt Paulo tense up the minute we entered the room and he saw the “fuck table.” I urged him forward, gently: “Don’t fight this, Paulo, its part of your training. You need to get used to it. And you don’t have any choice, we’ll just zap the hell out of you if you try to fight us.” Paulo didn’t cooperate, but he didn’t resist either, and between Billy and I, we strapped him down in a matter of minutes.

Next, I ripped the tape off and removed the dildo he’d been wearing all day. I oiled his anus as gently as I could, and then inserted a different kind of dildo – in effect a dildo with a hole through it that could serve as a nozzle and proceeded to secured it with leather straps that went under Paulo’s belly and between his legs to assure that the dildo couldn’t be rejected. Then I slid an apparatus along an overhead bar into place over the table, or more precisely, directly over Paulo’s upturned ass, and connected a clear, one inch wide tube to the nozzle hole in the dildo. A couple of clicks on the control panel and the cleaner surged into action. Warm water was pumped into the boy’s ass, filling him slowly to a painful fullness. Once a significant volume of water had flowed in, a kind of plunger in the machine assured that the fluid inside the boy’s guts was agitated thoroughly, and then the water was sucked out with an equally demanding pressure. The boy squirmed and begged us to stop, and later he whimpered as he experienced cramps as the process continued, but the machine didn’t pay any attention to him. The cleansing process was repeated, slowly but steadily, five times. During the initial round, the fluid and fecal material that was drawn out made the water dark brown, but by the fifth iteration, the water came out as clear as when it went in, and the machine turned off. I undid the straps and removed first the tube and then the nozzle. Then I massaged the boy’s ass a second time with a soothing lotion, and then a heavy lube.

“This slave is ready to fuck,” I announced, and Billy stepped forward, already rock hard and ready for some fun. “You got a really nice ass, Paulo-toy,” Billy announced as he gave Paulo a hard slap on the ass. “I’ve been watching it all day as we walked you around this place and thinking what fun I was going to have using it tonight.” With that he slid his thick ten inch cock into the slave’s hole, eliciting a cry of pain, followed by more cries as he drove deeper and punched harder over the course of the next 15-20 minutes.

Billy was followed by three or four other trainers in the course of the next couple of hours. But well before the others joined in, I sat myself down in front of Paulo, as I’d done the night before, held his sweaty face in my hands for a minute or so, and then gagged him. This time I used a different gag – not a ball, but a semi-rigid cock-shaped tube about five inches long. It took a couple of inserts to get it placed just right and then I connected the straps behind his neck, and fluffed his hair as I’d done earlier. Paulo was having trouble breathing, and I took a minute to rub his throat and to calm him. “Breathe slowly through your nose, it’s not a problem, you just have to relax and use your nose.” I murmured, as I rubbed his throat. Then I went on to say how proud I was of him. “You are going to make a really fine slave, Paulo. I know you don’t want to hear that, but it’s the truth. You came here a tough kid with no future, and you’re going to leave here a valuable property that someone is going to desire and care for. You’re a beautiful piece of slave flesh and when we get done with you, you’re going to be a slave that will make a master really proud to own you. You’re going through the hard stuff now, learning to accept your slavery. But later, once you accept it, we will shape you into a whole new type of animal that will bring pleasure to a master just the way a great horse attracts every eye when it trots across a paddock.”

Finished with my bit of encouragement for the evening, I had a second beer, unclipped my leather cod piece, and started warming myself up for a fuck. And a few minutes later, when Billy finished his second round with a yell, I took over and plowed the slave myself, enjoying the way his ass was still trying to put up some resistance as my cock was thrust deep into his clean, well lubricated cunt hole.

Later that evening after we were fucked out, I took the slave back to his cell. I didn’t put a dildo back into his anus. I removed his cuffs and chains, except for his collar and genital ring, which were permanent, and I settled him on his mattress and covered him with his blanket. I didn’t get any resistance as I helped him lay down and he fell asleep in an instant.

A good day’s work, I thought, as I went off to my own room to write up and post my notes and then to get some sleep myself. As I drifted off a bit later, I remember thinking that I’d better check up on Jose and see how our other toy was doing with his chastity problem.

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by Tucker
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The Elementals – Chapter 6
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Elementals

Chapter 6

Blazing Embers returned to The Elemental base exhausted after a strenuous workout. His red hair was matted with sweat and his workout clothes clung to his toned cut body. He went to the gym every day to workout because looking good was very important to him. He could never be as good looking as Fusion or Tempest, but he was not bad looking either. Men and women alike had tried to flirt with him, although he was never interested in the women.

The hero opened the door to his bedroom and flung his bag on his bed. Grabbing his towel, he went to the bathroom to take a nice long hot shower. Quickly undressing, Blazing Embers stepped into the shower and let the hot water soak into his skin. He sighed as the soreness of his muscles began to relax.

This had been a very strange week. After their fight with Fusion, there was no trace of their renegade brother. It was so unlike him to not be the center of attention. He had to admit that his former brother was very hot, but his arrogance was such a huge turn off that Blazing Embers found him repulsive. Looks were important but the soul was equally attractive.

It was this combination that attracted him to his leader and brother, Hydro. Even though he knew there would never be anything between them, he could not help falling in love with the young man. It was ironic that his powers were fire based and Hydro was water based, that alone spelled doom for any kind of relationship. Still, Blazing Embers would not help but to fantasize about what it would be like to be with the blond stud.

Soaping his muscular body with his body wash, Blazing Embers felt his cock stiffen at the thought of Hydro. He had fantasized about making love with him a lot in the last few months. The fact that he must keep his feelings for the young man hidden only seemed to make his desires more powerful. It was no secret among his brothers that he was gay, but there was just no way for him to reveal his feeling for his brother and teammate.

The door crashed open and Blazing Embers whirled around as fire danced in his fist. Blushing and covering his half hard cock, he faced the very man he was thinking about. Hydro looked handsome as ever as he also blushed at walking in on his friend.

“I’m sorry,” He stammered. “I didn’t realize that anyone was in here.” As he started to shut the door, he glanced at Blazing Embers with a coy smile. “Come and see me when you are done,” he said shyly. “I want to talk to you.”

As the door shut, Blazing Embers wondered what Hydro wanted from him. He resisted the impulse to rush through the rest of his shower and forced himself to take his time. His crush on the hero was one of his most guarded secrets and he did not want to deal with the embarrassment and rejection if his feelings ever came out in the open.

Once he was clean, the red headed young man turned off the water and dried himself off. Wrapping the towel around his tapered waist, he walked out of the bathroom and back to his room. He had the feeling that someone was watching him, but he saw no signs of any of his brothers around. Shrugging this feeling off, he went into his bedroom to get dressed unaware that Hydro watched him from the shadows.

Blazing Embers felt great as he dressed in a pair of slacks and a button down shirt. Even when he was home, he always dressed to look great. Some of his brothers like Voltage liked to wear shorts or sweats at home, but his sense of style always dictated how he dressed.

First he went to the meeting room to see if Hydro was waiting for him. As he walked through the hall, Blazing Embers could not help but to notice that the base seemed completely empty. That was very odd. It wasn’t a large base and usually he could hear the television or sounds of gaming in the hall. Where was everyone?

The meeting room stood empty so Blazing Embers went to the rec room and the living room and poked his head in to see if anyone was around. There was not a soul in sight. The hero began to grow concerned as he walked back to where the bedrooms were at.

He knocked on Hydro’s bedroom door and was a little shocked when his crush called for him to come inside. The hero opened the door and his jaw dropped when he saw Hydro standing in the room wearing nothing but a jockstrap.

“Oh there you are,” Hydro said with a slight smile. “Sorry, I was just changing. You don’t mind if we talk while I dress, do you?”

Not trusting himself to answer, Blazing Embers nodded as he closed the door behind him. Seeing Hydro almost naked sent his senses reeling and he could feel himself start to get aroused. He tried to think of mundane things, but he could not take his eyes of the object of his desire.

Hydro seemed to take his time getting dressed as he seemed to want to show off his muscular body to his lusting teammate. His bulge seemed to grow slightly as he turned around to grab his shirt, showing his bubble butt.

Blazing Embers felt himself get completely hard as he covered his tented pants with his hands. “I really should go,” His voice cracked as he turned to the door.

“Nonsense,” Hydro said with a small laugh. “It’s okay if you find me attractive. It doesn’t bother me at all.” He reassured as he slipped on a tight white undershirt.

The hero knew that he should leave, but he could not help himself from turning around and staring at the young man that he lusted after wearing only his jock and white shirt. His cock throbbed as desire gripped his body and soul. He prayed with all his might that he would be able to control himself.

Hydro smiled as he sat on his bed and motioned for his teammate to do the same. “I need a favor,” He said as he gave his most dazzling smile. “I have been working nonstop to try and track Fusion for the last few days. I could really use some time off to relax.”

Blazing Embers nodded. “I’d be more than happy to watch things here so you can take some time off.” It actually would be a relief for him as he could use the time to get his feelings for Hydro back under wraps. He was upset that he had showed any signs that he had a crush on him in the first place. He needed to get over this lust for his brother once and for all.

The blond stud shook his head as he laid one hand on Blazing Ember’s thigh. “Actually I was wondering if you would hang out with me tonight.”

The hero stared at him in shock as he tried not to gasp. The hand on his thigh seemed to match his rising body temperature and his feelings were like a cyclone in his head.

“Tempest and Voltage said they would stand watch at the base,” Hydro continued. “I could really use your company tonight. Talking with you always seems to get my mind off of work.”

Blazing Embers knew that he should say no. He was afraid that he could overstep himself and reveal his feelings for his straight brother. That would cause a rift between them that might threaten the team itself. As his green eyes gazed into the watery blue eyes of his leader, he was shocked when he heard himself say, “Sure.”

Hydro smiled as he squeezed his gay brother’s thigh. “Great! You want to meet me in an hour?”

The hero could only nod as he rushed out of the room. What was going on? He thought wildly as he went into his own bedroom. He released his pulsing hard erection and started jerking himself off with a fevered heat. The memory of Hydro’s touch was still fresh as he fantasized being fucked by him. It only took him five minutes to get the release he needed as his cum shot all over his bed. With a heavy sigh of relief, he sat on the floor as an afterglow filled his body unaware of the hidden camera that was placed in his bedroom.

An hour later, Blazing Embers was still waiting for Hydro to let him know that he was ready. Looking at the alarm clock next to his bed, he tapped his foot impatiently. Waiting had been agony for the gay hero as the combination of nervousness and anticipation raged within him.

Checking to make sure his hair was perfect, Blazing Embers wondered if something had come up and Hydro needed to cancel for tonight. Surely, his leader would have let him know and if the situation was dire then the alarm at the headquarters would have sounded off.

After waiting another 20 minutes, the hero’s impatience finally got the best of him and he left his room to head towards Hydro’s room. Taking a deep breath, he nervously knocked on the door. He wanted to yell at his brother for making him wait for so long but his crush made him bashful than usual.

Blazing Embers heard a muffled cry beyond the door and he rushed into the room. He stopped in shock when he saw Hydro completely naked and tied to the bed with rope. His mouth was stuffed with what looked like a pair of briefs and the blond struggled uselessly against his bonds.

Wondering who would do this and how an intruder got beyond their security, he went to rip the rope that was tied to the bed frame. He stopped when Hydro shook his head violently, his blue eyes wide in alarm.

The hero yanked out the underwear that served as his leader’s gag as Hydro raised his head. “Kiss me!” He said in a sultry deep voice. “I want you to dominate me!”

Blazing Embers gasped as the words came out of his brother’s mouth. He wondered if he was having some kind of bizarre wet dream as he got lost in the beautiful blue eyes of the man who he had loved all these years.

Almost in a trance, he bent down and brushed his lips against the helpless young man’s as strands of his red hair fell into his eyes. Hydro moaned as he rested his head against his pillow and gave Blazing Embers a smoldering look.

It took a tremendous effort for him to break out of the compulsion to explore Hydro’s magnificent body. “Who did this to you?” He demanded.

Hydro sighed as the hero began to untie his bonds. Once his hands were free, he reached out and grabbed the young man’s neck and pulled him close to his naked body. “I want you!” He said as he nibbled on the hero’s ear. “I want to make love to you!”

A shiver of pleasure ran through his body as Blazing Embers tried to keep his mind focused. “This isn’t right,” he said as Hydro’s fingers brushed against his lips.

“I know that you desire me,” Hydro said softly. “I have known for a very long time. I have wanted you for just as long. Now is your chance for all your fantasies to come true. I am yours for the taking.”

Blazing Embers felt himself start to harden as he wanted to give in to his desires and succumb to the lust that raged inside him. It was his fantasy come true, but there was something wrong. Hydro was completely straight and even if he was gay, there was no way that he would do this. The Elemental Leader was too much of an etiquette guru to sleep with a member of the team.

“I’m sorry but there is something wrong.” He said gently. “This is not like you and I intend to find out what is going on here.”

The hero freed himself from Hydro’s embrace and went to walk out of the room. A bolt of lightning nearly hit him as Voltage suddenly appeared in the doorway. “Sorry,” He said with an impish smile. “You’re not going anywhere!”

Taking a step back in surprise, Blazing Embers unleashed his powers as his hands started to smolder with flames. “You too?” He murmured sadly. How long has this madness been going on? “Stand aside,” He commanded. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Hydro leaped from his bed and slammed the hero against the wall. The blond stud grabbed him by his hair and kissed him roughly. “If you aren’t going to give yourself to me, then I will take what I want!”

Blazing Embers was shocked by the roughness and anger from his leader. His entire personality seems to have changed. “I’m sorry,” He said sadly. With a surge of power, he unleashed his flames and knocked Hydro across the room and through the wall into the next room.

Voltage flung his lightning at the hero as he ran into the room. Dodging the attack, the gay hero jumped through the window and out into the open area behind their base. He threw a blast of fire at the window and use the explosion of fire to make his escape. His attack would only delay his brothers briefly as he did not want to hurt or kill them.

Jumping over the fence and onto the street, Blazing Embers walked right into Tempest who was waiting for him. His Russian brother was wearing only a white thong that was tented and stained. “The master wants you!” He said as he created chains out of the wind around him.

“You too?” Blazing Embers said in shock. Was there anyone who was not part of this bizarre plot? His entire body exploded in flames as he broke through the wind constructs and knocked Tempest aside into the street.

As he turned to run, he ran straight into an immensely tall and muscled man. Looking up, he saw a red aura around this stranger who had the same shade of red eyes. “You are even stronger than I thought,” He said in a very deep voice that seemed to rumble like an earthquake.

Blazing Embers took a step back and realized that this person was responsible for his brother’s strange behavior. Growling deeply, he gathered his powers and flung a large fireball right into the stranger’s chest.

Laughing as if the attack tickled him, the strange being lifted the hero in the air and flung him like a rag doll. “I have grown too powerful for you to even scratch me, boy!” He rumbled.

The gay hero barely managed to break his fall as he rolled to his feet. Flames danced all over his body as his clothes burned away revealing his red and black costume underneath. Without the rest of the team to help, there was no way to defeat this powerful being. With three of his brothers under his control, it seemed he needed to find his remaining brothers.

As he turned to run, Preying Mantis leaped out of the shadows and tackled him to the ground. “Do not defy the master!” He snarled as he pinned the hero to the ground.

Using all of his strength, Blazing Embers managed to knock his brother back and leap to his feet. The Stranger was approaching and he found himself surrounded by Hydro, Tempest, Voltage, and Preying Mantis. What kind of hold did this monster have on them?

Gathering his strength, the hero expanded the flames that surrounded him as the others leaped at him. The flames formed a wall as they swirled faster and faster. With an explosion of fiery energy, his brothers were knocked back. Using the precious few moments he had, Blazing Embers turned to escape and ran right into Fusion. The good looking young man smirked as he grabbed the hero into a bear hug and kissed him passionately. Fusion’s strength was too much for him to handle but he struggled against the hold as it grew tighter and tighter.

Blazing Embers could not ignore the pleasure he felt from being kissed as the tightness of the hold began to sap his strength. He was barely aware of the others approaching as Fusion kept his lip lock hold on him.

With his energy depleted, the hero’s mind began to fade away to black. His struggles slowed as he passed out in the muscular arms of his renegade brother. He only hoped that it was not too late for him to avoid his brother’s fate.

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The Elementals – Chapter 5
by Todd Fleming
Series: The Elementals

Chapter 5

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From Lab Rat to Slave – Part 1
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Very briefly, I was divorced, no kids, living in a rental apartment and suddenly unemployed. After two months of searching every day, no job. I was running out of food and rent money, desperation set in.

I got a commercial e-mail that had a convincing come on like, we will pay you $ 200 K in six months, all expenses room, board and travel paid. Click on link below for application and details. In the details I found that it was a drug research company looking for live subjects to partake in certain drugs and procedural experiments. It would be a total commitment for the six months without leaving their facility. After back and forth e-mails, for 10 days I received the 8 page contract in very small print. At this point I was at the end of the rope and desperate. There was no other choice but to sign it. I didn’t bother reading it all. In 5 days I received the Airline ticket and instructions not to pack anything because everything would be provided. I got my documents and visa and was on my way to Copenhagen in just 3 days. Needless to say that I was nervous and apprehensive but somewhat relieved that I was going to be taken care of from now on and at the end I would receive a large amount of money to start some kind of business and have some kind of life.  

At the Airport I was met by a young guy in his mid-twenties, with a sign with my name and at the bottom the name of the research company ( G.G.C.M.C.) Gender Generation Choice Method And Products Inc. he was very friendly and speaking perfect English which made me a lot more comfortable. In retrospect, I should have paid more attention to the centers full name.

We traveled in a new Mercedes for about 2 hours completely away from the city, totally isolated in the mountains we finally arrived at a gate, which was open by a clicker and closed behind us. I found it strange that there was no sign indicating the name of what we were entering. After about a mile drive in a narrow driveway, we came to a large modern looking 2 story building that took about 2 city blocks in size. No name of the organization. The Mercedes came to a stop in front of a large pillar entrance similar to the white house in Washington, the young guy opened the door for me and asked me to follow inside.

Once inside he introduced me to Yohan a young fair skin blue eyes guy, about 25 years old and at least 6’5” tall, with a perfect athletic physical appearance, dressed in a typical white nurse’s shirt and pants. The driver handed me to him and left. Yohan told me to follow him and after walking down a corridor with doors on both sides we came to one on the right which he opened and ushered me in.

It was a small white painted room, with a bed to one side with a mattress in a milky plastic material. There were some items laying on the bed in a light gray color, next to the left a metal table and chair and at the end of the room at eye level separation with an opening to one side.  Yohan started explaining that this was my room and when not in procedures, I would be confined in it and behind the partition was a toilet and sink.

He pointed to the top of the bed and told me that there were several items consigned to my room like, 2 rubber sheets for the bed, one pillow inside a rubber pillow case, and a rubber poncho.

“You will be put through a lot of different procedures and possibly might have nocturnal accidents and that is why the rubber bedding and the drain in the cement flooring. When alone in here you are not to make noises yell or cause any commotions. As you may notice there are wrist and ankle cuffs on your bed and we have very efficient gags to minimize yelling. I am just saying this as a warning and it is not to scare or intimidate you. If you always conduct yourself in accordance with the contract you signed you should be just fine.”

As I looked at the door I noticed that it was made of solid iron and had a metal covered window the same as in some prisons. Now I was worried that I got out of the frying pan into the fire.

He continued.  “We will treat you nice and try to help you with your treatments and training if you cooperate. If you do not cooperate, we have all the means of making sure the process is completed but, you will be the one that will suffer. Now then, take all of your clothing off and put that poncho over yourself, from now on that is all you are going to wear until given some other garment ordered for you.  You will remain in here until tomorrow when your procedures will begin. Tonight someone will come to insert your feeding tube and feed you and afterwards place you in your sleeping bag. For now you can make your bed with the sheets provided and just rest.”

He said good bye and left locking the metal door behind him. I almost cried realizing that I traveled across the world to be put in jail with a grim faith of something terrible about to happen. I went behind the partition to see the toilet and the sink, there was nice clear water and an aluminum cup to drink it with which I did. Since I never read the contract I had no idea of what drugs I was going to be a guinea pig for and the procedures Yohan kept alluding to.

The humiliating garment I was now wearing actually was a big rubber circle of rubber with a hole in its center and it came to just above my knees. Any bending down would be exposing my naked rear. The desperation I was feeling was indescribable and nothing could be done at this point. I did make the bed with the funky rubber sheets and just laid on it getting a strange feeling of the poncho and the sheets and also the aroma of the rubber that for some reason was pleasant and a little arousing. I did not have the luxury of a window so I had no idea of what time it was. I did fall asleep out of sheer boredom after all, no magazines, no books, no T.V. in other words just a white ceiling and not a sound from anywhere it felt as if I was isolated in an empty building.

Finally the big metal door came alive and opened with Yohan and another guy dressed just like him came in, with Yoham pushing a metal chair with casters a head rest and metal arm rests with straps for confinement and straps at the leg metal holders for the same reason. The other guy was pushing an I.V. stand with a plastic bag almost full of a cloudy liquid and long catheter rubber tubing at the end . Yohan very nicely explained that for the next 2 or 3 months I would be fed a very special diet of different vitamins, nutrients, and a mix of hormones with a small amount of sleeping drugs at night for a good sleep.

He told me to sit in the crazy chair, which I obeyed then was firmly strapped to it including my head in a slightly backwards position then, the other guy   told me to open my mouth wide and started pushing the tube down my throat until I started gagging, and he just told me to calm down and just keep swallowing. I obeyed and the tube went down past my gagging point making it a little more comfortable. He then opened the valve and I was allowed to watch my supper going down into my stomach. In about 10 minutes the bag was empty and the tube was pulled out a lot easier then when it went in.  Yohan told me that it was decided to let me sleep loose on the bed and not use the restrictive bag because I had cooperated so well to now.

After they left closing the metal door I went back to the bed and fell soundly asleep until they came in again which I imagined must have been the following morning, I remember thinking; less than 6 months. Another guy looking like Yohan came in and told me to go with him to the preparation room for the day’s procedures and training. I asked him what exactly was this training they were all talking about. And he replied; when you meet the MASTER TRAINER if he allows you to talk, ask him.

We went to a nice tiled shower area with a padded table on one side with holes for my face and belly. They made me lay face down and strapped me to it then to my horror the other guy wheeled in a metal stand with the biggest rubber enema bag and tubing that I ever saw. The guy got a plastic tube of lubricant and I could feel a large amount of it being dispensed on and in my ass hole after which I felt one finger then two fingers then three fingers working in circles in my rectum. It  was hurting quite a bit since I never had anything large shoved up there. After at least 10 to 15 minutes of the fingering experience, the fingers came out and just as I was glad and relieved it was over but something else was pushing hard against my hole which seemed way too large to accomplish its intended goal. Suddenly, incredible pain took over, tears started running down my face and what felt like a light pole slid in and was strapped to me to prevented from sliding back out. It took some time to accommodate and for me to be able to tolerate it. The relief was short as the liquid started flowing in with a vengeance. I eventually learned that the tube was 1 inch diameter so that it did not have to be removed to evacuate. The discharge tubes went down to sewer tubes directly in the ground. I was filled and drained about 5 times after which they lifted the contraption in a vertical position and left me there for about 45 minutes to properly drain.

I was unstrapped and taken to the showers after which I was taken to a clinical room typical of a Dr’s. Office. First a Dr. came in and gave me a complete examination including a dilator for my rectum so that he could examine the inside of it. He went back to the glass cabinets against the wall and came back with at least five prepared injections on a tray in a cart. He injected one complete syringe in my left breast entering next to the nipple. Then the same amount on the right nipple. They were painful and felt strange a few minutes after. The other shots were given in my ass cheeks and abs. One of the guys came over to me with a brazier looking thing with hard transparent cups with rubber flanges on the edges and a rubber tube in the center of it with connection to both cups. He closed the strap around my back to hold in place, then with a rubber bulb with a valve on it, pumped the air out until my nipples were touching little rubber knobs with a weighted mechanism that made them rub constantly giving me the strangest feeling I ever experienced making the throbbing caused by the enema tube feel somewhat good. But before I could get used to this, he came back with what looked like a 9 inch rubber cone with a ball of about ½ inch at the tip and a base of about 1 inch and ¾. I was bent over the examining table and lubed then this cone was shoved in my rectum to a point of being acceptable for now, but the catch was that the harness to hold it in place was made of rubber causing a constant slow pressure going in. It would take some time but eventually I knew that my hole would be dilated to the full almost 2 inches.  

I was walked gingerly back to my room and told to just rest for a few hours. Of course there was no way I could sit at this point so, I laid sideways and could not think of anything other than the pressure in my rectum and the different feeling from those nipple massagers. With the pain in my rectum now increasing to almost crying proportions, the cups extending my breasts painfully and the nipples now becoming a little bit raw from so much rubbing, I started first wondering about getting away from this place regardless of what I signed and second, what in the heck were they making here that required this kind of way out treatment.

I was about to remove all the crap and get some deserved relief, when Yohan walked in and told me to remove the poncho so that he could take back all the equipment until the next training section. I had to stand up so that he could deflate the breast cups and remove them but to my surprise once free of them my breasts were at least 4 times larger than before, my nipples where also much larger and extremely sensitive to the touch. He finally removed the infernal cone from my ass and  what relief  that was, although I had this strange empty tunnel feeling back there.  Yohan told me to go back to rest and he would be coming for me in an hour or two to meet with the Master. I started to realize that when Yohan was touching my body to remove the cups and grabbed my ass cheeks after removing the infernal cone, I trembled at his touch and felt some kind of sexual pleasure that I never had before. What was going on with me and this place?

A couple of hours later Yohan came back and escorted me to the second floor to a plush office and told me to sit in front of a large modern state of the art desk with a leather reclining desk chair that probably costs a year of my ex salary. After about 10 minutes, a man in his sixties about 6’2” terrific physical shape, and wearing a 4K suite with a diamond ring and a watch worth about 20 K, came in, sat behind the desk and smiling said “How do you do Jeff. My name is Thom Wells. I am the master of this organization and I was the one that signed the contract with you. I thought it may be a good idea for us to have a chat at this point since I am sure you have a lot of questions.”

At this point I felt terrible and humiliated sitting there in this plush office, talking with this well dressed successful man; me being naked, dressed in a rubber poncho and with my breasts and rectum in  a now kind of pleasurable pain. I was confused by different emotions, feeling absolutely submissive and could hardly look him directly in his eyes.

With some difficulty I stammered “Mister.. I mean eh…MASTER Wells, I have to confess that I did not read that long contract you sent me but to tell you the truth I was under the impression that I was coming to a nice comfortable place with some recreational facilities and every other day someone would make me take a pill or give me a shot and then wait for the reaction or counter results. Sir, I sure would be grateful if you could explain to me what am  here for and give me some idea of what to expect next. Also I wonder if there is any possibility of letting me go, just the air fare back.  No charges.”

He cleared his throat and said “First let me tell you where you are and what we do. You are in the transsexual capital of the world. People from all over the world come to us for sex reassignment. It is a 2 to 3 year process. It used to take at least 2 years of hormone treatments for a physiological transformation before the final organ surgery could be performed. We now are testing a program of formulated hormones and drugs in conjunction with physical and mental training that will probably get it done in two to three months. And after the transformation we will auction your services off to our clubs here in our country or the highest bidder on the internet to any place in the world.  After all we must recuperate our investment, don’t you agree? So!  The answer to your question is NO you will not be discharged and furthermore there is  a small possibility that you will never be back to yourself again. Your training will be very intense for the next 3 weeks. By the fourth week, I think you will be servicing and pleasuring a man with a great deal of personal pleasure yourself. We need a pure heterosexual like you to make sure to obtain the results we are seeking. I hope you continue to cooperate with us in which case you will be treated well. Make no mistake about it if you decide to fight us we will get our way regardless of how much pain we must inflict. Now, tomorrow morning your training will resume and with long days I think you should be ready to start having man to man sex with in 3 maybe four weeks. I am looking forward of being the first to fuck you myself. That will be all for now, Yohan, take him back to his room and plug him and also encase him for tonight. Have a good night.”

Yohan grabbed me by the arm with some force and walked me to the door while talking on the cell calling for another orderly to help with the plugging and encasing as he figured that I would start rebelling against the whole thing. When we got to my cell, I decided to try and make a dash for the front exit. Afterwards I realized how idiotic that attempt was. Where could I have gone naked with a rubber poncho in that cold weather? Of course I was captured after taking a few steps then tied belly down on the bed and spanked with a leather paddle for at least half an hour. My ass was on fire and too painful to sit on. Especially now that I was so sensitive the pain,  it was 500 times worse.

Yohan stayed with me while the other guy  went to get the instruments of punishment for tonight. He came back and placing the pile of assorted things on the table, he lubed an 8 inch by almost 2 inch in diameter black dildo and inserted it into my ass all at once without stopping or regards for my pain. The pain was so bad tears rolled down my face and I was having difficulties catching my breath but once I did, I started screaming and begging for them to take it out. They buckled a harness in place to make sure the elephant stayed inside my pained rectum.

Next the other guy went to the table and brought back a rubber bladder gag and told me to open wide, and of course I kept my mouth absolutely closed. He simply held my nose closed until I had to take a breath of air at which opportunity he shoved the bladder in, tied it behind my head and pumped it to maximum capacity before it dislodged my jaw.

They released me from the bed made me stand while Yohan unfolded the rubber bag over the bed after which, they laid me down in it  cover the flaps over me and proceeded to tie straps around me from the ankles up to just below my shoulders. He placed the pillow under my head and they left turning all the lights of as they closed the metallic door with a loud thud.

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This is my incredible story of deceit and lies that changed me from a normal 38 year old heterosexual into a profitable cock servant in 6 months. Part 2

From Lab Rat to Slave – Part 2
by EdRubber

It was very difficult to sleep with that large dick inside although it was now just a throbbing feeling. The temperature outside was in the low thirties but inside they kept it at 78 degrees, it was hot inside that bag and I was perspiring having trouble managing my saliva with that balloon blocking my tongue. I was dozing and waking all night.  Finally I was glad to hear the door being unlocked. They unstrapped me from the bag and lifted me out of it then made me get into slippers and the poncho and walked me to the enema room.

It felt good to feel air all over my body again but that large dick was hurting inside making walking difficult and my jaw was aching from the gag. The big dildo was removed and replaced with the enema tube which actually felt better being of a smaller diameter. However the relief was short lived when the water began gushing into my intestines. To my surprise, they only gave me two enemas. I was vertically drained for fifteen  minutes then removed and walked over to the shower. My rectum was finally empty of any foreign objects. I showered for 10 or 15 minutes then they dried me and put baby powder all over my body and legs .  

I was led to another room full of hanging outfits of all kinds, 3 rows of rubber outfits of all kinds, then a couple of rows of leather clothing and the rest a variety of different garments with straps and buckles hanging from them many had dildos hanging inside of them. The walls had shelves all the way to the ceiling all full with garments rubber bags, slings whips, leather paddles for spanking. This room was enormous and had all anyone ever needed for sexual enticing and then some.

They sat me at a bench and the other guy came back with a pair of shiny rubber boots with five inch heel shoes on them. After they had them laced up to just under my knees, they put the poncho on me again and we walked to the Dr’s clinic where I was given the six shots again in the same areas as the ones yesterday then the brazier with the plastic cups was back on me and pumped up to those molesting knobs.

They sat me on a metal chair tied me to it and shoved the tube down my throat for feeding. After the liquid was all emptied into my stomach, the tube was removed and I was being led to some other area. It was a long walk to where we were going and at one point we walked on a corridor with windows and it was crossing from one building to another. With all the walking I was getting the hang of the high heels. I did notice that  the poncho was blocking the knobs mechanism of the nipples massager. Since they did not noticed I was not about to point it out.

We came to a double door which they opened and led me into a large theater type room. It was very modern arranged in a semi-circle with a large flat screen in the front and a small stage in front of the screen. On the stage was a well upholstered bench with leather cuffs front and back and leather straps hanging at the center. The room had about 25 strange metal chairs but only 7 were occupied. They got me in front of one of the strange chairs and at closer look I could see that the seat and backrest were very well upholstered but the seat had a hole around 3 inches in diameter a little off center towards the back. They took off my poncho and there I was standing nearly naked wearing leather high heel boots and the strange looking brazier. The bottom of the chair was totally closed in metal hiding a lot of possible electronic and mechanical gear. Yohan pressed something on the bottom side of the chair and a very realistic looking light-colored dildo came up. Yohan turned me around and lubed my rectum completely even sticking a couple of fingers in me. They turned me and pushed down on my shoulders making me sit and impale myself on the dick. Once I was sitting all the way down, Yohan strapped me in at chest height just below the plastic cups then they strapped in my arms and legs.

The other guy opened a metal door at the bottom right and pulled out an arm with a dildo similar to the one now deep inside me and put it in my mouth adjusting and tightening the arm in position in front of me.

Now here I am sat on this upholstered metal chair, naked except for the boots, with a brazier stretching and enlarging my breasts, rubbing my nipples, with a dildo up my ass and one in my mouth. I could see that this might have been a turn on to a gay guy with these tendencies but I was just ashamed, totally embarrassed, and humiliated. I looked around and all I could see from my visual point behind everyone was their faces with the same dicks in their mouths that I had in mine. The door behind us opened and two men dressed in leather chaps with studded belts across their chest and leather captain’s hats came in holding a beautiful trans with fairly large breasts, an hour glass waist and bubbly gorgeous abs and ass. They bent her over the bench, tied her up and slowly started caressing her body, ass, and tits. My dick got hard watching this but at the very moment that the guy behind her started moving his dick in and out of her hole, our chairs started moving forwards and backwards and the dick in my mouth was also started to move in and out. The chair would change the motion every so often to an all-around circular motion. And suddenly it happened, something inside released a convulsive feeling of and complete total ecstasy. It was the greatest, most wonderful physical sensation I’ve ever felt in my life.

My arms and legs were shaking. My palms and forehead were perspiring. And I seemed to be in a continuous orgasm ten times better than any orgasm in the past. The precum was dripping from my dick but I didn’t ejaculate. It was the same sensation as ejaculating but only inside. And it just kept going on and on.

Things were changing up in front too but I was too wrapped up in this sexual pinnacle to notice it. I was in a trance, moving as much as I could within the confines of my bonds. Gyrating my ass. And sucking and licking at the dick in my mouth. Another world had just opened up for me and if I had died right then I would have died happy. I orgasmed like that for two and a half hours until the chair stopped and the two came over to take me back. After one of them removed the dick from my mouth in a low tone of voice I asked him if I could speak. He said nodded yes.

“Sir, I don’t think I will be able to walk for a little while. I am shaking and weak from the experience I just had.”

“That’s O.K.” he responded “Just sit there and we will come back in ten minutes. Congratulations you just crossed the barrier.”

They left and I started to calm down, getting my feelings back and wondering about the barrier that I just crossed. After awhile, they returned and Yohan bent down and touched a button on the lower right bottom of the chair and the prosthetic dick slowly withdrew from my rectum. They helped me up and we started the long walk back to my room but every so often I got shades of that sensation inside and trembled all over. Once we got back to my room, they told me to rest for a couple of hours and they would be back for me. I took the boots off but could not get the brazier off as I did not know where to press to release the pressure and I could not reach in back to release it. The nipple stress continued and I would get those happy spasms every so often.

I laid in the bed and tried to be as still as possible to avoid the nipple mechanism and that worked. Eventually they came back, took the brazier off, laid me on my back in my bed, tied my wrists and ankles to the corners, covered me with the rubber sheet and then left closing the door without saying a word. A few minutes later a big projection screen on the ceiling lit up and I watched someone like me being tied to a bench similar to the one in the theater this afternoon getting fucked at both ends by two men. For some unknown reason, I got a hard on and started thrashing about to get some relief. That’s when I began to realize what crossing the barrier met. I wanted to be fucked at both ends in the worse way. Could it be that I now was officially a homosexual?

I looked down at my body and noticed that it already had changed considerably. I already had tits, my mid area was very narrow already and I could not see being tied down but I could feel my wider hips and ass. A week ago this would have been inconceivable, but now after only 4 days here with all the formulas and shots and treatments, I was someone else entirely.

The show on the projection on the ceiling stopped and Master Wells came on directly from his desk at his office and he said “Congratulations! I just heard the good news that our formulas and new training approach have produced results beyond our wildest expectations. We have achieved with you what would have taken at least 5 to 6 months, and in only 4 days. We are no longer
addressing you by your ex name or gender. You will be called Geny from now on. Tomorrow we start you on the personal appearance program; how to take care of your skin, your nails, your make up etc… We also are aware that now you are aware of the fantastic world of pleasure that just opened up to you. But your physiological changes are about 2 months from completion, something that would have taken years a month ago. In the meanwhile we are going to advance you to human male contact but we will have to dress you accordingly and we will dress your male others just as accordingly. We should you tasting the real life of immense pleasure in about a week. Meanwhile you will return to the theater every other day to be rewarded for the great progress. It is time for you to start enjoying handling the real male organ. We will provide you with that opportunity without personal involvement during this week. Again welcome to the other side!”

The screen went out and I stared at the white ceiling. Yohan came in after about 45 minutes, got me loose from the bed, put the poncho and boots on me then walked me over to a room about 2 buildings away. He opened a door to a very dark room and told me to get in and go to the bed where the light was showing. Then he closed the door behind me and left me there. I walked in the direction of the light beam and got on to a rubber covered bed. There was a man totally dressed in black rubber laying on his back in the bed. His upper torso was in the dark but I could see that he had a black hood covering his head. He told me to lay next to him and gently take his penis in my hands and start caressing it. At first I was reluctant but I had developed the desire to do exactly what he was telling me to do so I touched a dick that was not mine for the first time. As I was holding it it got harder and harder and it made me get an erection. The man said “How do you like holding and playing with my dick?”

“I am very aroused, sir. It feels good for some reason.”

“How would you like to put it in your mouth?”

“Sir, the idea of all the fluids that come out of it in my mouth turns me off completely, sir.”

“Would you enjoy it in your mouth if we covered it with protective rubber?”

“Most definitely, sir.”

He handed me the aluminum package of a condom the continued “Put it on and then give me a long nice blow job. But once you put it in your mouth you are not leaving until I ejaculate. Are we clear on that?”

“Yes sir. Perfectly.” I rolled the condom over his dick then lowered my head over it and put it in my mouth over the large head first then I pushed it to the back of my throat until I was gagging on it. I started bobbing my head on it like it was a great pleasure and sexually rewarding. I must have done a good job because in a few minutes he got larger in my mouth, started jerking up and down on the bed, and finally ejaculated inside the condom, informing me that he was done. I was not experienced enough to have felt it. I was very hard and stimulated with the whole encounter but because of my experience in the theater, I did not want to ejaculate. I wanted to have those amazing internal orgasms and I knew that ejaculating would only diminish one’s libido for a good deal of time.

The guy told me that we would do it again tomorrow and that he would fuck me before the week was over. Incredibly, I was very stimulated with that news. I was walked back to my room and told to lay on the bed and wait for announcements. I obeyed and had some time to think my astonishing actions and transformation. After all, I had no need to be transformed into anything before getting here. All I needed was a job or money. The idea of caressing a man’s body had always been and still remained repulsive to me. The hair, the beard, the smell, even with all the drugs and things that happened in the past few days, those feelings had not yet changed. But that point I had to realize that I was drastically changed as far as sexual procedures and expectations. If a naked woman had come into the room, I probably wouldn’t have gotten sexually motivated because I experienced a sexual satisfaction that no woman could ever match.

They had definitely taken my normal male sexual desires away from me but as far as I could see, it wasn’t replaced by a male desire. Instead it was replaced by a machine. At that point if a male could simulate the actions of the machine, I would enjoy and prefer him over the normal intercourse with the opposite sex. But I would have much preferred to kiss a woman and caress her body, than a man’s. I began to think that I did not cross over but was stuck in between. As far as changing my body to a stimulating soft provocative sexual desirable vision to man was concerned, I was all for it. It was either that or using machines for sexual relief. But I had to realize that the submissive mind frame all of this change had caused would demand the initiative of others to manage my sexual needs. In my mind I was reliving the last hour and ½ because although it was done all over the world a billion times every hour, it was a first for me and the smells involved were the pleasant aroma of rubber since he was totally dressed in it and the dick that I placed in my mouth was covered in rubber. I was beginning to connect sexual pleasure with rubber. I realized that I would have no problems caressing, kissing or sucking a man’s dick and body as long as it was covered in rubber.

The screen came to life and the Master came on again. He congratulated me on completing a very important next step of the conquest, referring of course to the blow job. He then asked me how I felt about it. I confessed all of my thoughts including that I was in need of their help now to continue in any direction. He told me to put my concerns to rest. He said that I had only started the program and I had a ways to go yet. All of my concerns and doubts would be addressed and he guaranteed that the end would be perfectly gratifying to me. He told me to continue relating my feelings so that they could redirect some of the training to correct some of my concerns. Then he told me to rest and reflect until someone would get back to me with the next orders. For some reason that last statement of next orders made me feel good.

More videos came on the screen. They were all about skin care, nails, facial make up, feminine gestures, walking, and dressing. In the past this would have put me to sleep in less than 3 minutes but to my surprise, I was attentive all the way to the end of the 3 hour program.

The next day I was taken to the usual enema, the clinic, the shots, the feeding and then I was tied to a padded chair with a small table in front of me and sat through 4 hours of makeup and manicure classes. All of the time wearing only my poncho and boots. That night I was allowed to sleep without restrains or videos. The next morning I was back to the usual enema, shower, clinic and then back to the room to wait for orders. Yohan came in and walked me over to the costumes’ room where he powdered my entire body then dressed me in a skin tight rubber cat suit with head hood leaving my mouth nose and eyes open and a glossy very tight corset the boots. Then I was taken to another room with a single bed with a rubber mattress and I was given the order to get on my fours on the bed and wait.

After a long 15 minutes, a man dressed in rubber from head to toe came in and massaged my ass for a while then pressed a button near my collar and to my pleasure two little round metal plates placed inside the suit on top of my nipples started to vibrate causing me to want the penetration of those incredible orgasms. The man behind me opened the zipper revealing my rectum and after putting on a condom and lubricating it well, he lubricated my rectum, spread my legs apart then entered my rear all at once and started banging into me like there was no tomorrow. I was in heaven and hoped he would have the stamina to do it for hours and hours but after only about 20 minutes he went into a frenzy and yelled out then pulled out of me and just left me there with my ass opened and throbbing.

Yohan came in and took off all of my rubber clothing except the hood and boots and told me to stand next to the bed and wait. Again I had to endure 20 minutes of just standing there almost shivering because I had perspired under the rubber from the fuck session. Four men walked in. All of them were totally naked and working their cocks as they walked around me staring at my breasts. They had become large enough to suck and squeeze. One of them came behind me put his arms around me, grabbing my breasts and started massaging them while holding my body tight against his. He had his cock in my ass crack, vertically. It felt great and I pushed my ass against his dick and moved it provocatively up and down and around. I was beginning to react in a natural feminine manner. The guy eventually found my hole without the aid of manual guidance and rammed in to the hilt. We found a perfect movement to satisfy ourselves. As he banged into me he would also massage and play with my nipples, making this a perfect fuck. In the meanwhile the other three guys walked around us playing with themselves waiting for their turn.

I was shaking, sweating, trembling and in another world of pure orgasms and pleasure. The precum was dribbling from my dick but still no ejaculation. It felt as I could go on indefinitely. The first guy finished and pulled out then the second guy took his place except he made me bend over and hold on to the hips of the guy in front of me and take his massive condom covered cock in my mouth. This combination went on for a good hour until they went into the final frenzy and pulled out of me. Now the last guy decided to make me lie down on the bed with my head hanging off the other side while the first guy returned with a condom and pushed it in my mouth. Again he was on top of my back banging away furiously and massaging my tits and nipples. The guy in my ass finally started to pump with all he had and yelling all sorts of compliments and indignations then he slumped on top of me breathing hard. He rested until his large dick deflated then he got up and left.

I was now working on just the first guy’s blow job and he did not seem to be in any hurry. My jaw was aching. My mouth was tired. And my throat was sore from the constant banging but in spite of all those pains, I was excited and motivated to continue for as long as it took. It did take a very long time but I finally got him to ejaculate a balloon full in my mouth. He kissed the back of my neck then tried to kiss my mouth but I turned and he kissed my face instead. I just could not kiss a man and that was that.

I was told to put the poncho back on and was walked back to my room. As I relaxed in my bed I was aching and hurting but it was a happy ache. Like afterglow. The master came on in the screen and asked “What are your thoughts on this afternoon’s section?”

“Sir, I love the feeling and smell and everything about rubber. As a matter of fact, I prefer sex in rubber but it is not essential I enjoyed the naked sex equally and probably will continue to enjoy for most of the night for as long as my happy aches stay with me. As far as personal love or kissing with a man, I see no chance at this time.”

“For now, we are happy with the sex part of the experiments and will continue to improve on it. The personal part is something that I think will take time and proper circumstances.”

For the next two months, I was managed into a daily routine of enemas, feeding, and shots – although they lowered the shots to just two and gave me 2 pills to take daily. Once or twice a week I was taken to the room to be fucked hard generally now by one man sometimes in rubber sometimes naked. My body became perfect, nice size breasts, hour glass waist and a perfect round ass with gorgeous legs. I looked like a perfect woman and I felt like it too except for the kissing and closeness with man part that never changed.

They set me up in one of the five star hotels in the city and would phone orders to me on how to dress or not dress according to the customers wishes. Sometimes I was to dress in rubber or leather or as a school girl and be transported to clubs where I would be gang-banged for hours. Many times all night.

I had completed one year in that country when one afternoon I was visited by the Master. He sat me down and told me that he was the man in rubber that I had given my first blow job and that he was the man in rubber that fucked me for the first time. He asked if I would freely consent to allow him to have a couple of hours with him now. I, of course, gladly consented. He asked me to dress in rubber with a puppy dog mask and then leaned me over a special padded table I had in the suite at the right height for a good ass fucking. He pushed his large dick into me and pounded my ass for the next 30 minutes.

After he pulled out, we sat and talked then had some wine and eventually he was ready for more. I had taken the puppy mask off but remained in the rubber outfit. He asked me to take his dick out again and put a condom on it and followed by forcing me on my knees and putting it in my mouth to give him a nice long blow job. After he came, we rested and he told me that he would like to be my master but he could understand if I would rather be freed for a while. But he said that I could continue at the hotel earning 3oo.ooo to 4oo.ooo a year or as his private slave for the same amount. He also told me that the experiments on me resulted in more than a half a billion dollars in new revenue in all their clinics in Europe. He then told me that I had earned between the original 250K and the commissions on all the activities at the hotel and clubs an additional I.2 million. He gave me the choice of staying at the hotel and continuing or leaving to take charge of my life in my own way. I told him that I would like to travel for a while and think on his proposition if he would not mind leaving the offer open for a few months. He gave me the bank booklet of my account, wished me the best and told me that his door would always be open to me. After hugging me tight for a few minutes, he said his good bye’s and left.

I called the airline and was about to book passage back to the U.S.A. when I realized I no longer had an identity. As I was sitting on the bed almost crying in desperation on where to start getting documents, someone called from the desk downstairs and told me I had a special delivery just come in and asked if I would like to have it sent up. When I opened the large manila envelope, the first thing that caught my attention was a passport from Denmark in the name of Geny Yohanstres. I called the travel agency and booked passage to Miami. I was allowed 6 months under my tourist visa. It was never my intention or inclination to have this happen to me but I could not fault them because I had signed the contract and agreed to something I did not bother to investigate. I must confess that now that it is done, I am having an extremely satisfying sex life and conditions that supersede my previous status by a million percent. It looks like after getting a good tan on the beaches in Miami, I will be coming back to the Hotel.

The End

Please express your comments on this story I will be very grateful.
EDRUBBER

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