Quark Master

The Island of Dr. Monroe

Chapter 7-11

Chapter 7

On the first day of the pattern, I'd be made to work out on the weights. It was always some small variation on the upper body machine with the slave sucking my penis while weights were applied to my nipples and testicles. Thigh and buttock work outs with a variety of different shaped objects up my butt, always either followed or preceded the upper body workout. Each week that went by saw the increase in the amount of weights I had to strain against, and the amount of weight added to my balls and nipples. Each late afternoon, whichever the day of the routine, I was taken to a large pool to swim laps for an hour.

I wasn't the best swimmer in the world, but Master Simon had an instructor to teach me. The instructor was another slave. But a very unusual one. Like most slaves he had no name that I ever heard, I just referred to him as Dolphin. The reason I did was that he was certainly the most unusual slave I'd seen. He was about my height, but even more hairless, he had no hair on his head or eyebrows, nor did he seem to have eye lashes. He was fairly muscular, but also very sleek, with smooth muscles. The few times I touched him, I was surprised by the texture of his skin which was almost like rubber, and very moist, something like a dolphin I had once petted at a marina; hence the name.

This however wasn't the oddest about him. Additionally he had very small ears, set very close to his head and an almost child like penis and balls. They were very small organs, hanging close to his body and. it seemed to me, lower between the legs than usual. It was almost like he was naturally streamlined. The final surprise, I discovered, was when staring down at his feet in shame for failing to finish all my laps on time, I noted that his feet were webbed! On closer inspection I noted that his fingers also had skin between them. This slave was almost part fish!

I was momentarily at a loss when I saw this. Was this what Monroe meant by specially modified slaves? Did he have something similar in mind for me? I shuddered and got a cold sensation in my stomach. I tried to put it out of my mind, but every time I saw Dolphin, I got a bit nervous. Nonetheless, he taught me quite a lot about how to swim, and how to hold my breath for long periods. I was never able to hold my breath as long as Dolphin, who it seemed, could hold his breath for an unreasonably long period of time. At least ten minutes. I don't know how that was possible.

On the second day of the pattern, I'd do aerobics and stretching exercises with the other slaves. Often this was followed by running 10 laps around a regulation size track in one of the gyms. The exercises were the only time I got to see other slaves.

I never got to actually speak with any, aside from Dolphin who only spoke to give instructions, nor see them up close, but I could see they came in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. Some were tall, some short. Some heavily muscled, some not. All though, were in good physical shape. Some of them had normal amounts of body hair, others had none. Of those with none, some I decided were only shaved, while a few of us had been made permanently hairless. About a third were bald. While there were a number of hairless or nearly hairless slaves there were also a number that seemed to me to be exceptionally hairy. Meaning at least as much as the guards, if not more so. One guy I passed on the track one day, looked almost like a gorilla. He had wiry hair all over his chest, arms, legs, shoulders, back, and butt. So covered, I almost couldn't see his skin underneath. He was also pretty well built as far as I could tell from a quick look.

The third day usually started off with some combination of the others. Often I'd do some running, or join the slaves exercising, and then usually do some of the other weight machines that worked other parts of my body. None of it for as long a session as the other two days. It was always the third night when I was strapped to my chair and the vacuum cleaner and ball weights attached. I eventually figured out that this procedure only lasted about an hour before the released me.

Normally I got my shake every evening. Occasionally though, if he was especially pleased with my performance, Master Simon would stop by and make me suck his penis for dinner instead. About once or twice a week, I was also taken to the room with mirrors where the guards and Master Simon would play with my nipples and stroke my balls and anus, and then Master Simon would fuck me. While it never actually felt good, and I didn't like it. I at least got to the point where it didn't hurt. When he fucked me, and when the slave sucked me were the only times I was allowed to cum.

Generally every night my penis would burn and or itch. I thought about asking the doctor about it, but I kept remembering the 'Only spoke when spoken to' rule. My muscles ached for the first week and a half, but after that they didn't bother me unless I really over did it. Generally, I just came away from the weight machines feeling like my muscles were slightly swollen. I think it is what body builders called being 'pumped.'

By the end of what I guessed to be my second week, not only was my penis burning slightly at night, but I was experiencing an odd tingling sensation in my nipples, balls and around my asshole almost all the time. By the third week the tingling was almost an itching.

On what was roughly speaking, my 30th day in 'training,' I was strapped down as usual to the stirrup table and the doctor had just finished up. The shots were almost becoming routine. I heard the door open and Monroe say "Good Morning doctor." It was the first time I'd been in Monroe's presence since he'd told be about Jason's death.

"How is it doing?"

"Oh fine, we continue to take the blood tests and they're all perfect. Also some of the physical alterations are starting to become apparent." What were they talking about?

Monroe walked up beside me. He looked down at me, slightly moving his head from side to side as if studying me up and down. "Very good," Monroe stated. He reached down to stroke my balls, which were still tender from the shots.

I moaned slightly as he rolled them back and forth in their sack. It somewhat amazed me that even after all the torture with the weights, they could still feel such pleasure. Almost more. I felt him lift them up in their sack, since I couldn't move my head to watch. I felt my rock hard penis start to drip. He dropped them and I felt them fall back and bounce against the crack of my ass between my legs. He pushed down on them rolling first one then the other up and down over my thighs and the flesh of my buttocks between my legs. Rolling them like golf balls up and then down into the start of the valley.

It felt incredibly good. I stretched my eyes down to stare at the tip of my dripping penis, like I used to do when Monroe or Simon had done similar things to me early on. I blinked a little, wondering about the angle on the table, because, while I felt my penis throbbing and dripping, I couldn't actually see its tip like before. They must have had the table at an angle of some sort today.

Monroe's hand slid up my smooth groin, not touching my penis. "Very nice," he said. "Feels perfectly smooth, almost like silk to the touch." He looked at the doctor and made a harrumphing laugh sound, as his hand traced up my groin onto my belly. "I think he's actually smoother than a baby's butt."

"I'd say that's a fair bet," replied the doctor, still pouring over some charts on the other side of the room, or so it sounded to me. I closed my eyes as Monroe's hands came up my ribcage, gently tracing the curve of my right pectoral. His fingers lightly swirled over the top of the muscle and then around toward my nipple. I moaned softly as his finger ever so lightly brushed the edge of my nipple. Lightly, ever so lightly, he ran his finger up the puffy, swelled contour of my expanded nipple. I felt someone release my head restraint and was finally able to lift my head. My eyes locked on Monroe's finger circling my swollen and puffy right nipple.

I don't know how I hadn't noticed, but if I'd thought my nipples were causing me problems in school, that was nothing. If they had been a bit puffy before, now they looked positively swollen. "What's the current measurement doctor?" Monroe asked, "They were quarter sized, now they look to be about half dollar sized."

"That's about correct." The doctor looked up from his work. "They've still got a ways to go, but they're getting there." I barely heard him. The sensation of Monroe's hand, gently circling my swollen nipple was becoming too much. I leaned my head back and moaned.

Monroe's other hand came up to stroke my hair, which was growing fairly long by now. It seemed to be growing faster than usual, judging by how long I thought I'd been here. It was already over the bottom of my ears, and starting to curl up. Which was odd, it had always been very straight in the past, but it had never gotten this long before.

Monroe ran his hand through my hair, gently pulling it away from my head and then back to slightly massage the scalp. His other hand was starting to make me edgy as he continued to lightly stroke my nipple.

He switched hands suddenly, bringing the one stroking my hair down to my right nipple which had finally started to contract and harden. The other hand moved to my other nipple where he stroked it. My legs quivered in their restraints as he began massaging both of my nipples even harder. Gradually he increased the pressure, and I felt them harden under his fingers.

As they hardened up, I felt him take the tips between his thumbs and forefingers and gently twist them. "Ugghh, I moaned, my eyes closed, as his two hands twisted the tips of my nipples. My eyes popped wide open as he suddenly viciously twisted them, and someone else...Master Simon! grabbed my balls and yanked them down almost to my asshole. 'AAAAggggghhhh!" I cried at the pain, and my dick erupted shooting sperm over my stomach and chest.

As I lay gasping for air after the explosion, the doctor ordered Master Simon to release me. I hadn't even seen Master Simon come in, and until he'd yanked my balls I'd been unaware of his presence. After releasing me, Master Simon stepped back and went over to stand by Monroe and the doctor as they consulted on something. I stood at the foot of the table waiting. Since they weren't watching, I reached down and tried to massage my aching balls. Master Simon had yanked them pretty hard.

I don't know if I'd been sort of living in a daily stupor or what, but generally I had been pretty unobservant, just going through the day to day motions. It wasn't till I started massaging them, that I realized my poor balls were feeling swollen. When Monroe had played with them, they'd felt like golf balls rolling over the hills of my crack, but I hadn't realized that they'd actually swollen to the size of golf balls. I was sure they used to be half that size. Was it those shots? I didn't know, but whatever was happening, massaging them was making me hard again, real quick.

I glanced to make sure the others weren't watching and quickly grasped my penis, trying to relieve the pressure once again. It was something I was strictly forbidden to do, but I thought one quick jerk wouldn't hurt. I looked down as my hand closed around my penis, the head firmly enclosed in my fist.

I got a cold sick feeling in my stomach. My fist was closed completely around my penis. The head hidden inside my fist. I couldn't see the head of my penis above my hand! What's more, my hand was completely closed, fingers touching palm. I gave a cry of shock, my penis had shrunk!

This brought the others attention. Master Simon stormed over and knocked my hand away from my groin, and then slapped me hard. Slap. "You know you're not supposed to touch yourself!"

Tears were streaming from my eyes. "But my dick shrank! What the fuck have you done to me!" I cried. Slap. Slap. Master Simon's hand struck me twice, sharply.

"Only spoke when spoken to. And what we've done to you is none of your business. You are a slave." Slap. "Slaves do not question their masters. And it is not your dick. It is ours and we will do with it what we please." I was crying by this point, tears running down my face and sobs escaping my mouth. It was, however, more from the horror of seeing my now diminished penis, than from the slaps. I just stood, staring down at my ramrod stiff, yet shrunken penis.

Monroe stepped forward at this point. "Exactly how much has it shrunk Lowry?"

The doctor answered "Currently it measures just over four inches [10 cm] when erect, so it's shrunken an inch [2½ cm]. Do you want it any smaller."

I sobbed in terror at this pronouncement. "How? Why?" Slap. Went Master Simon's hand. "Sir." I added.

Monroe slowly walked towards me, "How? Well boy, the penis is filled with a spongy like material that when filled with blood, causes it to become erect. We have developed a biochemical agent that when injected into the penis, eats away at the spongy material, reducing the erect size of the penis. Done slowly enough, over a period of time, the surrounding skin will shrink to fit the new size, just as with weight loss. Thus the overall penis size shrinks." I cringed at hearing this, they had something eating away at my penis?

"We can make it as small as we want. We can make it smaller yet. I am not sure if I want to though. It depends on your behavior." As he spoke, I stood with my arms at my side as Master Simon had taught me to do. The doctor came up behind me and started measuring me.

"As to why," Monroe continued, "it's because I intend to sell you as a pretty little cunt boy." He ran his fingers through my lengthening hair, stroking it. "You're going to be a fuck toy. As such, I intend to make it damn difficult for you to use that little nub to ever fuck anyone else. However, I also want it available as a sensitive torture pole to keep you in line with pleasure and pain."

He began massaging my red, swollen nipples again. "Of course that won't be the only way to control you." He squeezed a nipple, making me gasp. "Oh no, there will be many ways to give you pleasure and pain. Whoever I sell you to will be able to control your body in ways you can't even dream of. He'll be able to play your body like a musical instrument, make you whimper, cry, sob and scream in both agony and ecstasy at the same time. Make you beg for release, beg for pain, beg to end pleasure you won't be able to stand."

The doctor was writing on his tablet, but I hardly noticed. I was too horrified by what Monroe was telling me. I guess this was what he meant by specially modified sex slaves. I just couldn't grasp the enormity of it. The horror. When he first outlined my new status, he'd told me a little, but I hadn't understood. Now I was starting to, and I was frightened out of my wits, yet even so, my penis was dripping precum again.

"Shoulder width has increased eight inches [20 cm]," the doctor told Monroe. "Muscle growth in the laterals and pectorals has increased chest circumference by twelve inches [30 cm], waist has narrowed by one inch [2½ cm], hip width has increased only by one inch [2½ cm] yet hip circumference increased by five inches [12½ cm]. Meaning very good growth in the buttocks. Yet as you can see," he tapped his pencil on my ass, "it remains taught and rounded. A nice pair of 'bubbles' if you will." He smiled at Monroe before going on. "Biceps are each an inch [2½ cm] larger in diameter, thighs two inches [5 cm] and calves and forearms have increased approximately half an inch [1½ cm]. Collar size is also half an inch [1½ cm] wider. Height is the same. In short, he is putting on a reasonable level of well defined muscularity in the arms and legs, yet chest and buttocks are growing at about triple that rate. Resulting in a nicely muscled physique, yet one having, proportionately speaking , a boyish appearance to the limbs"

My mind was numbly taking in the doctor's cold analysis of the changes to my body. I couldn't think. I just couldn't believe this was happening to me. My body was being turned into some sort of toy for other men's sexual fantasies, and all I could do was sit back and let it happen.

"I think we will need about another month until external modifications are complete." The doctor told Monroe. Another month! They weren't done with me yet. My stomach felt like there was a led brick in it. What more were they going to do to me. I prayed they wouldn't make my penis any smaller.

External modifications? I suddenly got colder. That phrase implied there were other things being done to me. Like internal modifications. What were those? At the time, I was too frightened to even ask, even if I dared speaking with out being spoken to.

"Good." Monroe said. "Any idea on the prostate?" I still had no idea what a prostate was.

"No, I haven't done any tests. But given the other development, I'd say it should be at the same size as an adult male. It should have seen particularly large growth in the last week, and that should continue until we finish those treatments in half a month. At that point it should be enlarged enough and sensitive enough for your satisfaction. We will do formal tests at that point, but in the mean time, we can rely on perceived effects witnessed by Simon. Also he should be able to give us an idea on how well the neural growth is going in the injected regions." The doctor looked at Master Simon. "Look for increased sensitivity in nipple, penis, testicles and the anus. Similarly for increased flexibility and control in the sphincter muscles." Master Simon nodded.

I was still in such a shocked state, as realization of what they were doing was sinking in, that I had a hard time paying attention to what they were saying. But Monroe nodded, and said, "Very good. Simon how long since you last fucked him?"

"About ten days. He's due for one today." Master Simon replied.

"Good." Monroe turned to leave. "I'm very satisfied with its progress. I will be eagerly awaiting the opportunity to start the next phase." Next phase? I was feeling totally out of control. Lost.

After Monroe left, Master Simon snapped a leash on my collar and led me from the room.

This morning I was taken to the gym with the other slaves, and left to do my exercises. I had a hard time concentrating and received several slaps from the instructor for not doing things correctly.

As I was finally getting into the exercises, and we got to a part where there was considerable sway and bouncing, I noted that for the last week or two I'd been enjoying the feeling of my balls slapping against my ass cheeks as they swung through my spread legs. I'd noted it and enjoyed it, but it hadn't hit me until now that when I'd started, my balls were too high slung, and didn't swing like that. Now as I finally paid attention to my balls, I realized that not only were they much larger but they hung at least two inches [5 cm] lower than before. I'd been enjoying the way the guy in front of me's balls hit his ass, and now mine did the same.

This caused me to look more closely at the other man's balls. With a start, I realized his were swinging even more now. His had been as low and large as mine were now, but now his were even lower and larger and swung pendulously. I also noted that unlike myself, his dick was flopping even more, apparently longer than it had been. This gave me a slight thrill for some reason that I couldn't explain. It also made me feel slightly better to know that the other slaves were undergoing a similar, if different, sort of metamorphosis to what I was.

After exercising, several of us were taken to the jogging track as was usual for this day in the series. As I ran the laps I tried to assimilate the day's events and finally started to come to some grip on it. The whole thing was utterly horrible, but I didn't have any choice. My life and body were out of my control, and in the hands of others. All I could do was, for now, accept my fate, and trust that I would survive. If the opportunity arose, I would have to flee, but for the meantime, I'd have to recognize that I had no control and go with the flow, so to speak. Any other sort of compromise would mean vainly fighting the inevitable and possibly even more painful consequences.

That evening, I sat in my room waiting for my shake to arrive. In this, my first time alone since I'd finally woken up to my situation, I sat on the cot exploring my changing body. It was a shock. It was like I was suddenly finding myself to be someone else. Someone other than Jason.

The upper body exercises had broadened my shoulders and given me substantial chest muscles, the sort all boys long to have. A big strong muscular chest, they were almost starting to get that overhanging look above my ribs, like body builders get. My ribs tapered down to a narrow waist and toned stomach. The only problem was, I had these bloated nipples. I could easily believe the doctor when he said they were half dollar sized. Relaxed they were red, puffy swollen domes that stood out half an inch [1½ cm] from my rounded chest muscles.

The other thing was, while my waist was as narrow or narrow than ever, my butt was bigger. I couldn't see it, but now that I was aware of it, I could tell it had grown by rubbing my hands over my asscheeks. I fondled my smaller penis, staring at it, hearing Monroe's words echo in my head, 'You're going to be a fuck toy...I intend to make it damn difficult for you to use that little nub to ever fuck anyone else.' I pulled on my foreskin, tugging at it in frustration as I thought about Monroe's words. Actually, my foreskin? Like most kids in the U.S. I'd been circumcised at birth. But there was no question that my little cock now had a hood to cover its head? Was that because of the shrinkage? Extra skin? They'd taken my body hair, and now they were taking my dick. Earlier, I'd thought they intended to try and keep me a little boy, now I knew it for sure. If Monroe had his way, my penis would be too small to use for fucking. It wasn't fair! What had I done to deserve this?

The door to my cell opened. I quickly let go of my dick and stood up as Master Simon walked in. I bowed my head and put my hands behind my back as he'd taught me. He shut the door behind him. He was smirking at me. "So, our little pussy slave is finally starting to realize its place in the world. Beginning to realize what its destiny is going to be. Well, boy," he stood very close to me. My eyes were staring down at the bristly hairs on his thickly muscled stomach, swirling around his navel, "you haven't" he put his right hand on my nipple and began playing with it, "even begun to understand it."

He turned me around, putting my arms at my side. He stood behind me, seeming to tower over me, his chin level with the top of my head. At first his hands rested on my shoulder, gently massaging my neck muscles. "The doctor does good work. Your body's changing, I've been seeing it. Yeah, physically, you're becoming the perfect little dick hole. Soon and with my help, you'll mentally be the perfect little cock receptacle as well." He ran his hands gently over my shoulders and down my arms causing me to shiver.

"Actually, it probably won't take that much work." He moved his hands under my arms, gently gripping my lat's. "I've trained a lot of slaves, and you more than most are truly born to be a slave." He rubbed his chin against the top of my head. His hands slid down my sides to my waist. He squeezed his hands together, compressing my waist, almost painfully. His large hair covered hands were almost big enough that his thumbs could touch along my back.

He released his grip and brought hands forward, arms around me, the edges of his palms sliding up my stomach to my chest muscles and then cupping them. He squeezed slightly, causing my chest to swell beneath his fingers. His thumbs began flicking my nipples, causing them to tighten and become erect, like my penis. Still cupping my pecs, he took each nubbin of my nipples and began twisting them between thumb and forefinger. I moaned out loud. I felt his leather jock pushing against my ass and knew what was coming, even though I'd never been fucked like this before. In the past I'd always been strapped to the table.

Tugging hard on the nubs of my nipples he forced me to bend over. Releasing his grip on my tits, I heard him unfasten his jockstrap. His hands were then on my waist, sliding downward, over the firm swollen ass muscles. I noted drops of precum dripping off my dick onto my cot. My breath became ragged. Once again, Master Simon was showing me a new type of pleasure.

Slowly I felt the cheeks of my ass drawn apart. His huge meat slid up the crack of my ass, back and forth, back and forth. Pressing hard into the crack. His hands squeezing the meat of my ass almost painfully tight. For the first time, I actually felt my ass hole relax, as if trying to open for him. I was panting.

Master Simon pulled back slightly and spat onto his hand and then began massaging his huge cock. I felt pressure on the bud of my asshole as his giant head pushed against it, demanding entrance. Slowly, I felt myself part, giving in to this intruder. My hole clenched a couple times on the head of his cock. This style of fucking, even without Master Simon all the way in me, was a lot better than the previous times.

His cock slid in further, parting the rings of my ass, opening my hole wide. Inward his cock probed, further until I felt the bristly brushing of his thick pubic hairs tickling my asshole. I gasped at the sensation Squirming on his dick. He was in all the way and while it hadn't hurt the last couple of times, this time it actually felt OK. In fact it felt almost good. I felt his dick pull back in my hole, and then forward.

The big man began picking up speed, back and forth, never fully withdrawing, but plowing back and forth in my chute. It was almost feeling like a massage. Why hadn't I noticed this before, it was almost creating a gentle itching sensation along the sides of my hole. As he picked up speed, he began pushing harder, reaching deeper.

Suddenly, on one particular thrust he hit something. That's the only way I can describe it. I blinked my eyes as my body shuddered. What was that? There...he'd hit it again, I moaned out loud. What was happening? Again and again he hit that spot and it felt like electric jolts were running through my body. Within a minute my dick was racked in spasms as I shot cum all over my cot. I couldn't control it, I hadn't touched it, but suddenly it was spewing out jism in time with Master Simon's strokes.

My knees began quivering with the sensation and then I felt Master Simon stop, the gentle pressure as the head of his cock expanded in my chute and a feeling of warmth as he shot his wad up my newly awakened channel. I closed my eyes and shuddered, as Master Simon withdrew.

He turned me around and pushed me down on the cot, my butt sliding across my recently spilled cum, smearing my ass cheeks. It didn't take much effort for him to push me down, as I felt completely drained, my eyes closed as I leaned back against the wall.

I felt a gentle nudging of something soft and wet on my lips. Without thinking I opened my mouth to let it in. In came Master Simon's only slightly softened penis. My eyes flew open as his cum smeared cock, fresh from my ass slid toward the back of my throat. I wanted to gag thinking of where that slimy penis had just been, but it was at the back of my throat before I could. My tongue shifting in my mouth around the big piece of wet and sticky meat.

The taste was like nothing I've ever tasted before. Not bad, not good, but different. By habit almost, my tongue slid along his cock as it started hardening once again. I felt my own, much smaller prick start to respond, preparing for another go around. He shifted forward slightly and then began to move his dick in and out of my mouth. Fucking my face, just like he'd fucked my ass a few minutes earlier. In and out, pressing against the little piece of flesh hanging in the back of my throat. My nose was being rubbed and made to itch by his pubic hair as his groin thrust against my face. It tickled, around my mouth and nose, just like it had been tickling around my asshole moments before.

I shut my eyes as the dark mass of hair charged forward and then receded from in front of my eyes. My dick ached as I felt his knee dig into my penis and then push downward, squashing my balls against my ass. The pain became intense as his knee pushed and then relaxed in time with his thrusts in my mouth. If I could have moaned I would have, as it was all I could do was make a purring sound in my chest as his dick and knee thrust against me in unison.

Then it happened, Master Simon's cock pulsed and spasmed, cascading another stream of man seed into my body. This time from the other end, as if he wanted his seed to meet in my belly. My engorged penis began to spurt again under his knee. I couldn't believe I'd come twice in such a short time. I took a ragged raspy breath through my nose as my tongue automatically tried to lick the last of the cum from his piss slit, just inside my lips.

When he finally withdrew, I lay limply on my cot, unable to move. Totally spent. Master Simon grabbed my hair, twisting it and my head painfully, forcing me to open my eyes and stare into his. "Very good, very good, my little pussy boy. You are a quick learner, a good slave. But in the future, you'd better be able to handle more before collapsing. You're going to learn how to service a whole group of men with hot hungry cocks."

He let go of my hair and stood up, looking down at me. "Be prepared," he said, then left.

Chapter 8

"Good morning boy." Peter, the technician, said as he strolled into the room, securing his long black hair in a ponytail as he walked. Peter was the only person whoever talked to me as if I were a person rather than an object. All though, perhaps it was more like he was talking to a small child, or bright dog, than an equal, still, it was more than anyone else did.

I couldn't see him, but I heard him preparing my shots on the other side of the room. "Good news. Doctor Lowry is so pleased with your progress that for the remainder of phase one, I'll be giving you all of your shots, and your breakfast." After several more minutes, he wheeled the cart with all the syringes and enema bag over to my table.

The knowledge that the doctor wouldn't be coming made me feel a little braver. So, as he began injecting me, I asked him. "Why are you doing this to me?"

He just looked up and smiled a tight smile, "doctor's orders you know."

"Yes, but why are you?"

He paused for a moment and looked me in the eyes. "It's my job. It's what I get paid for, and working for Doctors Lowry and Monroe has taught me more than I could have learned anywhere else in the world."

"Because it's your job? But its evil. Don't you see what you're doing to me?" I cried, tears coming to my eyes. "You're working for slavers. Their shots are making my penis shrink. They're mutilating me! It's not fair, what have I ever done to deserve your doing this to me." I was afraid I'd said too much, that he'd slap me for impertinence. But I didn't care.

Instead he looked at me, almost sadly and gently stroked my cheek, wiping the tears away. "Oh little one," an odd choice of words since he was only six or seven years older than myself, I guess he was referring to my height, "I know you're upset. But it's not all that bad. You're a very beautiful boy, and Doctor Monroe is seeing to it that you become even more beautiful." Gently he began brushing his fingers down my chest. Examining my body, as if to confirm his words.

"So I can be sold as a plaything," I answered back hotly.

"True, but there are worse things. You haven't seen the treatment other slaves receive. You're very very lucky. They want to preserve your good looks, so you probably won't ever be whipped or beaten too bad. I've had to treat slaves who've been permanently scarred in their training. They'll try to avoid that with you." He tore himself away from looking at me and began giving me the rest of my shots. I couldn't think of much to say to that, so I remained silent.

After finishing the shots he normally gave me, he began in on the shots the doctor gave me. "So what exactly are all these shots?" I finally asked him. "What do they all do?"

He smiled as he gently grabbed one of my testicles to spear. "Many things." I grunted in pain as he jabbed me. After a shot in each testicle everyday for over thirty days, I was beginning to be able to expect and deal with the pain. "The shots I have been giving you, are the ones to halt puberty, and ensure you don't develop any more secondary masculine characteristics. Eventually, we'll cut back on those, once some of the genetic agents have done their job. The shots to other parts of your body inject things to either make them grow faster when exercised, like they have been." He massaged my left pectoral. "Or shrink." He flicked his thumb over the tip of my penis. "Also some of them increase the number of nerve endings in places, making them more sensitive."

He inserted the long needle beneath my scrotum. "This one causes your prostate to grow, something the first set of drugs would normally inhibit. And there are others to do various less obvious things, but don't worry too much about them." He finished up and began preparing my breakfast, inserting the hose up my ass with a single quick motion.

"This is mainly just nutrients, concentrated food really. There are a few other hormones and drugs in them, but I don't know exactly what." He fell silent as he gently squeezed the bag, hurrying the mush contents into me.

As he was finishing up, the guards came back into the room. I was released from the table and led to the chair and sink where Peter washed my hair. The guards went to the other side of the room while Peter began scrubbing my hair. "Why are you so intent on getting my hair clean?"

"Actually, I'm not so concerned with getting it clean as getting this stuff into your scalp. You see this concoction is absorbed by your hair follicles where it goes in and rewrites the genetic code that causes your hair to grow."

"It changes how my hair grows?"

"Yes, it makes it grow faster, and more importantly it is altering the texture. If you haven't noticed, your hair is getting finer, silkier. It's also getting curlier. Since it rewrites the genetic code, we'll be able to discontinue the treatments in a few weeks."

"What about the other shots? How long am I going to be a human pin cushion?"

"A slave pin cushion." He gently rebuffed me. "That's hard to say. Most of this set we will be able to stop in a few weeks, the puberty altering drugs you'll have to take for some time, to counter balance the ones your body produces. However, I think some of the drugs in the mush, are working on the cells that produce those hormones in your body. Once they're done we can probably discontinue the injections, because your body will have been altered so it's no longer a factor."

I gave him a puzzled squint as he began rinsing my hair. "More precisely, your body will produce only some of the natural hormones or others that are similar, since you will need most of those hormones for sexual response. But in general, either the hormones or the points at which the hormones interact will have been altered so that unwanted effects will be eliminated. That would be the end of this set of drugs. However, I think Doctor Monroe has some other drugs in mind for phase two, but those won't be so extensive." He finished rinsing my hair and made me sit up.

I was really not liking the sound of phase two, whatever that was. Yesterday was the first I'd heard of it, and no one was saying much. I wasn't thrilled. The guards came over and put a leash on my collar, and fastened my wrist cuffs together behind my back. This was one of the mix and match days in my schedule so I wasn't sure what I would be doing today; but I did know, that tonight would be the vacuum cleaner. Joy. Not.

From that point on, I tried paying a lot closer attention to my body. Now that I was aware that things were happening, I wanted to be sure and know what things were happening. My penis may have shrunk a little more in the next few weeks, but not as much as before. I mainly noted that my chest muscles continued to swell, until the point where they were definitely overhanging my ribcage. My biceps also grew, as did my thighs, but nowhere in proportion to what my chest and ass seemed to be doing. I couldn't tell, but I think my shoulders and deltoid (?) muscles also grew quite a bit.

One thing I noted that was rather odd though, was that while I was putting on a lot of muscle, none of it seemed to have the hard edge to it that I saw on the more muscular slaves, or from what I remembered of body builders. All of my newly emerging musculature seemed to be very rounded and smooth. In fact, my skin almost felt slightly thick and springy to the touch over the hard muscles. Like there was a thin layer of baby fat running all over my body. I don't know if that was natural for me, or something they'd induced, or a side effect.

My nipples also continued to swell. Before long I began getting embarrassed by them. Two weeks after I'd last seen Monroe, I first noticed a couple of the other slaves discreetly staring at them during exercises. Where they had swollen to half dollar size after the first month, by the time I'd been in the dungeon about 50 days they'd swollen almost to the size of these old style silver dollars my grandfather had left me. Relaxed they formed little domes that stuck up almost an inch out from the hard plates of muscle in my chest. The nipple clamps were becoming almost a nightmare when they grabbed the tender buds.

My nipples weren't the only thing to swell, my balls as well, continued to grow. The weights were stretching my sack lower and lower, and the injections had caused my nuts to grow to the size of small eggs. They even felt swollen, like they were going to burst at any moment, Master Simon could make me gasp just by grabbing them roughly.

Strangely enough, since he'd fucked me the night after my inspection by Monroe, he hadn't come to my room at night either to fuck me or have me suck his cock. He still came by with the vacuum cleaner, but that was it. After about a week and a half with no sign of him, I began to wonder if I'd done something wrong. I didn't want him to come back, but even so I felt just the smallest amount of curiosity to see if he could hit that button thing that had caused me to exploded before.

It was in my sixth week in the dungeon that the slave twisting the rubber thing in my hole while I was working my upper body out managed to hit that same spot. When he'd hit it about the sixth time, I all of the sudden came. When I did, the slave was totally surprised at the cum covering his face. The guards alerted Master Simon and the slave cowered in fear, knowing he'd failed. However, Master Simon seemed strangely un-angered and let the slave off with only about twenty really hard spankings.

From that point on, the slave was much more careful in how he twisted the rubber thing. He quickly learned to tell by how my body tensed when he'd hit it, so he was able to work the sensation into his hellish pleasure game. I kept hoping he'd screw up again, but he never did.

It was shortly after that point that the doctor ordered the injections by the long needle to stop. It was also then that about a third of my other shots stopped as well, including half of the ones in my penis. By two months my hair was down to my shoulders, and very full and curly. Peter said I reminded him of a statue of a boy he'd seen in Italy one time. Also at this point, Peter's shampooing turned into something more like normal shampooing, without the gloves. He did however seem to spend an awful long time running his fingers through my hair as he washed it. Whenever I worked out, Master Simon would pull my hair back tightly and bind it in a painfully tight pony tail behind my head with leather straps.

During this period, Peter continued to give me all my shots and breakfasts. While he would never relent or be remiss on the shots, he did become more and more friendly and understanding. Occasionally he'd stop and run his fingers through my hair or gently caress my body. With him I didn't mind it so much, it seemed much more intimate than when Master Simon did it. I really think he was starting to like me. In fact I know he was. And I liked him too, he was the closest thing I had to a friend. And for some reason, maybe because he was all I had, he felt even closer than a friend to me.

It was about the seventh week, I'd been telling Peter about how I felt so out of control and was having so much trouble keeping track of things and keeping a perspective. It was then he told me how he kept a diary to help him with such things. That brought back things my teacher had once said about them. It took me four days of pleading, but eventually Peter broke down, and agreed to sneak a pen and small notebook into my cell for me.

He did it one day while I was exercising, when no one was in the cell area. He hid it under the mattress on my cot. I felt fairly secure, because as far as I could tell, no one ever disturbed my cell, it was always exactly as I'd left it. Not that there was anything really to leave, all I could judge by was the fact that my mattress and pillow never seemed to get washed, and I had to leave the chamber pot near the small door if I wanted it emptied.

Peter however was very nervous about it, but when he reluctantly agreed while washing my hair, I glanced to make sure the guards weren't watching and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He pulled back startled, then smiled and quickly returned the kiss, before hurrying me up from the chair. I'd never kissed a man on the lips before. I wanted to do it again though.

It was, as near as I could tell, and the diary helped a little, my 10th week in captivity that I next saw Dr. Monroe. I had just been released from the stirrup table and Dr. Lowry was taking measurements as Monroe came in. He nodded to Master Simon, and launched in. "Good morning Lowry. How's my favorite little pet doing these days?"

"Very nicely, phase one is almost complete. As you can see it has put on considerable shoulder and chest growth since your last visit, and" he slapped me on the right ass cheek, "his buttocks have put on an equal amount of growth."

Monroe walked up and bent down to examine my balls, slowly picking them up, weighing them in the palm of his hand. Just his hand on them caused me to gasp slightly at the sensation. When he began rolling them in his palm with his thumb, I involuntarily shuddered slightly. Abruptly he dropped them and stood up. "Very good there. It's weanie?"

"Three and a half inches [9 cm]. Where you told me to stop it."

"Yes," Monroe said, looking me in the eyes as he talked to Dr. Lowry. "As long as it behaves, we'll let it stay that long. Any difficulties and it shrinks even more." I gulped at the threat. I knew I couldn't bare to let that happen. He reached out and began running his index finger around the cone of my left nipple. I gritted my teeth slightly at the sensation. Trying not to close my eyes. My penis was rigid and beginning to drip precum before I even knew it.

Monroe turned me around with his hand and pushed my shoulders down with his left hand, running his right down my back to the crack of my ass. He slowly rubbed his big hand over my left ass cheek, squeezing slightly, so that the flesh bulged red through his fingers. Gently, he ran the edge of his hand down the deepening crevice of my ass, drawing a moan of pleasure from me as his hand passed over the tight pucker of my asshole. I heard Monroe take an indrawn breath.

"What a nice deep crack its got. Very nice." He took both hands and spread the globes of my ass, exposing the tiny puckered bud between them. Licking his finger he slowly inserted it. As he did so, my legs tensed; not from pain, but from the almost excruciating tingling sensation that accompanied it. Up to the knuckle he pushed it, and then pulled back and inserted a second. I moaned out loud as the two fingers sought to stretch my hole.

As I moaned, my eyes glanced up and met Peter's. Suddenly I felt very self conscious and felt my face turn a bright red. I don't know why, but I didn't want him to see me like this, even though I knew he'd seen it all before, seen me played with before. But for some reason, I guess it was what I thought of our new friendship, I didn't want him to see me used like this. Used in front of all these people, used like the sex toy they wanted me to become.

"Simon." Monroe commanded. I heard Simon walk up behind me, as I felt Monroe remove his hand and step back. I stayed bent over, staring into Peter's eyes, unable to determine his expression as Master Simon's hands moved to grab me by the hips.

I winced at the suddenness of his thrust as his penis surged, dry, into my asshole. It stung, but didn't hurt anything like his first time. He pulled it back and forth a couple of times and the friction began to reduce quickly.

"Nice work doctor," Simon said. "It's getting moist already, self lubricating, just like you promised. Just like a real pussy." His hand reached under my chest and began twisting my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it was hard and erect, like my straining penis.

Master Simon's thrusts became faster and faster, it took but moments for him to hit that funny spot and when he did I had no choice but to close my eyes as the sensation became too intense. Much more intense than last time even. My hole was sweating and tingling, the motion of his cock in the channel almost felt like his dick was jacking my ass off, if that were possible. Every thrust caused me to gasp as he hit the button and sent sparks running up my spine to my brain.

After about two minutes of thrusting, my penis began shooting. Cum shot onto my chin and mouth. Unconsciously, I licked my lips, tasting my cum, salty yet sweet, thick water. Having cum, I should have been coming down from the high, but Master Simon's pounding in my ass kept my hole twitching, feeling like it was about to cum. Suddenly I felt him cumming in my ass, his cock's head swelling against the lining of my ass, spewing sperm into my guts. In my mind, I imagined that I could almost feel them crawling up my ass towards my belly. As his third spasm hit, while he continued to pound, he yanked with both hands on my erect nipples, hard, and suddenly my prick was dripping long strings of cum onto the floor as I hit a second orgasm. My breath was so ragged I could barely breath.

Master Simon pulled his cock from my ass with a wet sucking sound, and forced me to stand up. I tried not to look at Peter as Master Simon brushed my hair back over my shoulders. "Very nice indeed, doctor." Monroe said. "I think our slave is ready for phase two now."

Chapter 9

This seat caused me more than just a little trepidation. It was a large metal plate with a huge phallus mounted on it. The phallus seemed to be lightly covered with thin layer of plastic, underneath I could see different bands of metal. From the bottom of the plate ran a number of wires to the cart.

I stood silently at attention as Master Simon greased up the phallus while the guards connected wires and plugged the cart into an outlet in the hall. "Ready for your new lessons, slave?" Master Simon asked, grinning evilly at me.

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded meekly.

"Good," he turned toward me. "Now I expect your cooperation. You will give it to me, won't you?" He stared at me.

"Yes sir."

"Raise your arms a bit." I complied as he grabbed me under the arms with his big hands and picked me up like I was a doll. "Now bend your legs, like you were going to sit and prepare your cunt to get speared." I gulped and did as he ordered. Slowly he lifted me over the huge phallus and lowered me down onto it.

It was huge, I had to concentrate to relax my ass muscles in order to get it in. As I settled down on it, completely impaled, I realized there was no way I could get off of it with out help. It was too deep and I couldn't stand up from the chair due to lack of leverage. Of course this was a mute point, since the strapped me into the chair anyway. Strangely enough, except for a few twinges, it didn't hurt. It just felt really funny. Even though I'd gotten used to numerous toys up my ass during my exercises, this was much larger. Probably larger than Master Simon's cock.

Master Simon went to the machine and twisted a few dials. I felt a tingling sensation in my asshole, near the base of the dildo. "Feel that?" he asked.

"Yes sir."

"I want you to squeeze your ass muscles on that one spot, and that one spot only. Close your hole around the one spot only." It took me a few seconds, but eventually I succeeded and the tingling disappeared. "Try that one." I felt another tingle, further up the pole. It took me a while longer, but eventually I found the right muscle group in my ass to squeeze and shut the tingling off.

"OK, here's the story boy. You'll feel a tingling sensation at various points along the dildo. When you do, try and squeeze that area to make it shut off. Tonight you have a maximum of five minutes for each location. If you fail, you'll feel this." I yelped as I felt a sharp electrical shock to my butt.

"What I'm teaching you boy, is to control your pussy muscles. You're going to be doing this every night. The time you have for response is going to narrow, and eventually you'll be shocked for using the wrong muscle or using more than one at a time. Also we'll vary the pattern of sensations and eventually expect you to memorize certain sequences of squeezes. I'm telling you this, so you don't take tonight lightly and so you work hard, to prepare for future nights. Is this clear boy?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. I will see you later," and with that he and the guards left, shutting my door behind them. I was left with the computer making tingling feelings in my ass. I'd never been fucked by a computer before. I hadn't known you could be fucked by a computer, but here I was.

The computer session lasted for about two hours. I missed a number of the rings, simply because I couldn't figure out what muscles to use. By the end my butt was pretty sore on the outside where I'd been shocked, but the inside was actually feeling pretty good from all the tingling sensations. I was hard and dripping through out most of the session.

The next morning began pretty much as usual, but this time Peter only gave me about a third the normal shots and no shots in my ass, balls or dick. I was very grateful. However, I did note that some of those he gave me were different color liquids than before. Apparently they had put me on a new set of drugs. He asked me how my night was, and I told him, all the while he gently massaged my thighs and buttocks while feeding me my rectal breakfast.

For the first month or so I'd been hungry all the time, but lately, I wasn't usually hungry. The shake and the enema seemed to be enough to fill me up. Which I guess was good since it was all I ever got.

"Well, you'll have more fun coming." Peter said as he pulled the hose from my ass. My hole automatically squeezed shut to keep any breakfast from flowing out. He quickly reached down and kissed my balls with his lips. I sucked in my breath at the action. His cool wet lips felt very good on my permanently swollen eggs. As he put the bag on the cart beside me, I was able to note a bulge in the crotch of his pants. It made me smile, it was only fair, he'd had my dick dripping precum all morning long.

Master Simon and the guards returned, and this morning instead of my usual routine, I was led to a different room. This one was a true gymnasium, with gymnastic equipment and such. In it was a man who I recognized as an instructor-guard and about five other slaves. I was left in the gym with instructions to obey the teacher.

Apparently my new class was to be in gymnastics. We spent almost an hour doing stretching and limbering up exercises, different from my aerobics sessions. After that he began showing us how to use the different pieces of equipment. Overall, I spent at least three to four hours doing stuff in the gym, before we were finally allowed to lap water from dog bowls. One thing I did note was that, if I thought my balls swung during the other exercises, it was nothing to what they did on some of the gymnastic equipment. A jockstrap would have been really handy.

After that, I was taken to my cell and allowed to rest for about an hour before I was hauled off to the track and later to the pool. My shake that evening didn't arrive, and I began to wonder if Master Simon would visit me, privately, before he came with the new machine. Thus I wasn't surprised when he came in by himself after a while.

He shut the door behind him as usual, and I stood at attention. He looked at my groin and smiled, I blushed slightly. My penis was already at attention as well. He hadn't even touched me yet. "Yes, you are a good little cunt boy." He began stripping all his leather gear off. I blinked in surprise, he'd never done that before.

As he did so, I stood silently, tracing the thick forest of hair matting his chest. His good sized, (small compared to mine) nipples and already swelling cock kept drawing my eyes away though. He stepped up real close so that my face was pressed against his furry chest as he reached down my back and began massaging my ass. "Yeah, you're a good fucking slave. But I'm going to make you even better."

Suddenly he turned slightly sideways and thrust the hairy pit of his left arm into my face. I sputtered and tried to pull back, but his other hand ground my face in. "Lick it boy. Lick it real clean." I didn't want to lick his smelly armpit, but I was having trouble breathing with my face stuck in it, so I began to comply. As I covered every inch of his pit, he moved to allow me slurp my tongue over his chest. Hair kept getting in my teeth, but he wouldn't let me pull back. My tongue swiped over his nipple, and he held me in place for a second. "Suck it." I did, it felt rubbery between my lips, but was quickly tightening into a taught nub.

After a few seconds, he moved my head on, forcing me to lap up his entire chest and both pits. After his right pit, he had me move down and lap up his stomach. Finally, as I expected, I was down lapping up his groin. My mouth reached to embrace his penis as I figured he wanted when he roughly pushed me away.

"Sit down, against the bed." I sat down on the floor with my back against the bed. Before I realized it, Master Simon was backing his ass up to my face.

"No I protested." I tried to move away but was trapped between his legs. As I shook my head, he kicked me with his heal in my side.

"Stay still. You're about to eat an asshole sandwich whether you like it or not.

I stayed still, my side aching from the kick as the hairy crack of his ass approached my face relentlessly. I whimpered, I didn't want to do this, but I didn't see how to avoid it without pain. Suddenly there it was, my nose and face was being wedged between the cheeks of the big man's ass. It stunk. If I thought his groin was musky, this stunk. I felt like retching.

"Lick it you little cocksucker." He stepped down hard on my hand when I failed to comply.

Hesitantly I stuck my tongue out. It twisted around some wiry hairs and then I felt a puckered button between the cheeks. I licked it. I didn't taste any shit, which was what I feared, but I still was nervous. "Good, again now, harder."

I did as he said and began lapping at his hairy asshole like I had his chest and pits. He shoved his ass harder into my face, his hairy ball sack bumping against the bottom of my chin. I stuck my tongue out harder to the hole, and was surprised to feel it open on its own. The hole practically sucked my tongue into it. I was numb in shock.

I heard Master Simon growl and realized I'd been lax, and so began to probe the side of that hole with my tongue. It really felt weird. Smooth, yet wrinkled around the edges, my tongue slid in until it felt the next ring of muscles, which was as far as I could stick my tongue. As I probed, Master Simon began squeezing my tongue with his asshole, all the while wriggling his crack in my face, bouncing his balls off my chin.

He reached down between his legs and began twiddling my left nipple. I groaned into his hole as jolts of electricity traced their way from my nipple all over my body. My nipples tightened, I couldn't see them with my face in his ass but I felt them tighten to pretty big nubs. My nipples were so swollen that when erect they were as wide as the nipples on a baby's bottle, and nearly half an inch [1½ cm] long. He began twisting on them, the pleasure so intense that I wanted to stick my face up his hole if it meant he'd keep it up. I ground my face in, trying to get my tongue further, my lips were sucking at the edges of his hole. Only gurgling noises came from my throat.

Suddenly the ass was gone, I blinked in surprise as Master Simon whirled around and rammed his dripping cock down my throat. Despite some practice, I gagged at first and then finally fell into a rhythm as he fucked my face hard.

"Oh yeah," Master Simon moaned. "I'm fucking that little pussy mouth of yours, filling that cock hole tight." The tip of his dick was bouncing off the back of my throat. He grabbed my head and roughly shoved his pulsing cock deeper into my throat than ever before. My lips were smashed against the root of his dick.

My throat felt like it was choking as it was roughly stretched by the head of Master Simon's dick. Only my breath exercises with Dolphin kept me from passing out. It was then that I felt it. Like my throat was constricting, only it wasn't my throat. It was the head of Master Simon's dick, swelling in my tight throat, pushing my throat muscles out as he spewed his seed deep into my esophagus. One, two three the head spasmed, each time stretching the back of my throat. He shifted his foot and accidentally stepped on my balls. The pain came on the fourth spasm from his cock, and suddenly my own little prick was shooting jets of cum up onto my chest, one glob running down and hanging off the tip of my right nipple.

Master Simon bent over me, his hands resting on the bed, his groin tightly pressed against my face. He shifted slightly so I could get minimal air through my nose as his cock was still lodged in my mouth, if not my throat. As I'd learned from the slave at the machine, I bathed his cock with my tongue, trying to get the last of the cum out of his piss slit, even though it was still a bit too far back in my mouth.

Eventually he pulled back, his dick popping from my mouth. "Good boy." He began putting his leathers back on. "Very good." When he finished, he turned and left. I crawled back up on my cot to try and rest. I could still smell the stink of his ass in my nose.

About an hour later, or so I'd guess, Master Simon and the guards returned with the dildo machine. I was shortly strapped in and left to try and learn how to squeeze the dildo properly. I was tired, but that night I only failed to find the right muscle for five tingles. However, it did take me nearly the full time on some of the ones I did manage.

The next morning after my shots, enema energizer and a normal, if slightly intimate, shampooing, I was led to a classroom with about nineteen other slaves. In the room was a series of ten large rubber mats, with two slaves seated on each mat. The instructor for this class was a short man, about thirty, of considerable endowment, with hair only on his head and groin. Like many of the instructors, he was very muscular. While he did wear chaps, he didn't wear any underwear or support garment, instead exposing his large piece of equipment prominently. In fact I was at first sort of puzzled that it always appeared swelled, the veins almost bulging, until I noted that he had some sort of metal ring at the base of his cock, apparently keeping blood from retreating.

My fellow slave on my mat was one of the hairier slaves. I looked at him with some surprise, he couldn't have been much older than me, but he had more than the average amount of hair. Thick curly, light brown hair covered almost every inch of his body. The mat of hair in his groin was so thick I could barely see his cock and balls when they weren't erect. Only his face was clean shaven. I wasn't the only one examining the other, I noted that he was studying me out the corner of his eyes as much or more than I was studying him.

It was only a few moments after I was seated, Indian style, that the last of the slaves entered and sat down. The instructor then stood up and informed us that we were to be taught the fine are of fellatio. I had no clue what the "Art of Fellatio" was, but I thought it a bit of an odd thing for sex slaves to study.

It didn't take me long to realize I was wrong. Fellatio, it turned out was the technical word for sucking on a man's penis. We also learned a large number of other words for it, both in English and in several other languages. Apparently, I found out later, they wanted slaves to be able to understand certain things in any language, since they might be sold to any part of the world.

My partner and I were to practice the techniques we learned from the instructor on each other. This was my first real sexual experience outside of Master Simon, the guards and the weight room slave. After the lecture the instructor ordered us to go to it.

"Do you wish to go first, or should I?" the other slave asked me.

"I don't care, if you want, I can blow you first." He smiled and spread his legs out on the mat, resting on his back, propped up on his elbows. In the thick forest of pubic hair I noted a rapid stirring as his penis began to grow. I got down on my stomach and moved my face up to the head of the boy's hairy dick. It wasn't covered in hair, like the rest of him, but the base was very furry. I rubbed my hands on his thighs, feeling the texture of his skin and hair, so different from my own, my penis was already hard on the mat beneath me.

Carefully I began to lick the underside of the hairy rod, starting at the top of the scrotum and taking a long pass along the bottom with my tongue, as the instructor had told us to do. His prick was very good sized, not as big as the instructor's or Master Simon's but good sized, about seven inches [18 cm] long. As I gently kissed the head of this boy's cock, I thought back to less than two months ago when I thought I'd never be able to suck another guy's penis. I guess I was changing.

My tongue dipped lightly into the piss slit, prying it apart slightly, then guiding my tongue out the other side and around the crown. My lips gently closed over the head of penis and the boy moaned. I began slurping in earnest, running my mouth up and down over the prick as the teacher had told us to start with. As I began to get into it, I found it difficult not to try some of the things I'd learned from the weight room slave, but the instructor had been explicit in what we were allowed to do. Within about ten minutes, the hairy boy was shooting his prick off, dowsing the roof of my mouth with his hot juices. I used my tongue to lick the last of the juices from his penis and then pulled off.

I then rolled over on my back, for him to begin practicing on me. He too switched positions, as he did so, he got his first good look at my penis. "Looks like I'll have the easier job today." He stated. I blushed, ashamed. I'd momentarily forgotten how much smaller my penis was than those of most of the other slaves in the room. "I've never seen one that tiny," he said as if amazed, staring at it in some wonderment. I blushed even harder and glared at him.

He realized what he'd said, and blushed back. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that your nuts are so huge, I kind of expected your cock to be too. It is very pretty though, and like I said your nuts are fantastic, I don't think I'll be able to get both of them in my mouth at the same time, when we get to that part of the training."

He stopped talking and put his tongue on my cock, practically enveloping it with his tongue in one short stroke. I shuddered, my ass and leg muscles clenching as his tongue dragged over the head of my penis. The sensation was extremely intense. I don't know if the weight guy had been purposely gentle or what, but this boy's untrained tongue practically had me biting my own tongue at the intensity of his licking. He began moving his tongue on the head of my penis, through the piss slit and around the edges. I simply lay there and twitched at the sensation, I had to close my eyes, my breath ragged with strain. I began to feel as if I was ready to pop. Within three minutes of him swallowing my prick I was coming in his throat. I had wanted to wait, to let him try the other techniques, but I couldn't wait.

"Wow that was quick!"

"Sorry," I said.

"Well, I guess I was right about having it easy, but for a different reason. You're pretty easy to shoot. Here let me do this, maybe it will get you warmed up." He began kissing my balls, gently bathing them in his tongue. Once again I began shuddering at the sensation. I didn't understand it, the last week or so, my balls and penis seemed to have become geometrically more sensitive. It must have been the shots, but whatever was, I was very shortly twitching with uncontrollable muscle spasms, and moaning out loud. I was also hard and dripping again. Thus he was able to get a double helping.

After fellatio school ended for the day, I was led to the weight room, where I was ordered to work out on a variety of machines for shorter periods than previously. Apparently more for toning than shaping. After that I was allowed some water, and then a few laps around the track and swimming. That evening it was my shake and the dildo machine.

The third day of my new sequence consisted of my new series of shots and breakfast. This was followed by my normal exercise class, although since it was on a different day, it was mostly a different set of slaves. The slave who's balls I used to like to watch wasn't there, and I was slightly disappointed.

The disappointment was eased by my next class of the day. This was, believe it or not, a ballet class. Why they have us learning ballet, I have no idea. However, I did find it rather exciting to see lots of naked slaves lifting their legs high, exposing their assholes, balls and dicks. I have to admit to being surprised by myself. At school I'd never had much interest in others, for girls or boys, don't get me wrong, I jerked off like any teenage boy, but usually not to the thought of classmates. All though, by tacit assumption I was interested in girls, but to be honest I hadn't paid either sex much attention, sexually. During my stay at the dungeon, I'd found myself more and more thrilled by my narrow opportunities to see other slaves exposing themselves. During exercises or whenever.

It used to be the thought of being naked with a bunch of other guys and getting a hard on made me nervous. However, in the dungeon, all slaves were naked, and most had hardons most of the time. Thus it was nothing to feel ashamed of. Well, with the exception that I didn't like them staring at mine more than in passing. I'd get to feeling nervous because of its small size. However, most the time I caught other slaves looking, it was usually at my nipples or ass, neither one of which was that much less embarrassing, but it wasn't quite so discomforting.

Neither the nearly naked guards, nor Master Simon had quite the same appeal. There is something very different about how looking at them feels. With them, Master Simon in particular, it's more fascination, more hypnotic. It doesn't feel so much like sneaking a furtive glance, but more of an opportunity to admire his body. If that makes any sense. I guess it's more like an opportunity to worship rather than to sin.

After ballet class came more serious weight workouts, similar to before, but less demanding, they stopped adding as much weight, and I only had to do two sets on each machine. This was, not surprisingly followed by some water and then swimming. On the new third evening, I was once again chained to the dildo machine, which was a relief compared to the vacuum cleaner I used to get on third nights. By my third day, fourth time with the machine, I was starting to get the hang of the pattern, and with some wiggling and shifting of my ass on the pole, I managed to get all but three spots on the dildo.

As my life settled into its new routine, my morning conversations with Peter became deeper, about his life and childhood, and also about mine. Every morning that the guards and Master Simon weren't there (which were most) we'd talk while he filled me, or gave me my shots. Gently stroking or petting me while filling. His shampooing was getting to be highlight of my routine, of my existence. They were almost sensual, and he or I would often sneak a kiss when no one was looking. I was falling in love with one of my jailors. I think there is a name for that, some sort of syndrome, but I don't recall. But falling for a man who was altering my mind and body so it could be used as a sexual toy for others? Who was the crazy one? Love is stupid sometimes. Love can be dangerous sometimes.

The first several times I tasted cum, I couldn't tell any taste, other than a slightly sweet salty taste. But as my fellatio class went on, and I practiced with different partners, I began to notice a difference in the flavors. Different people had different tasting cum, and even then it sometimes tasted different from day to day for the same person. By the end of the second week of class, I was shocked to realize that I was actually beginning to like the taste. I shuddered thinking what Jason would have thought about such a thing.

At the beginning of the third week of phase two, Master Simon increased the speed on the of the dildo machine. I now had only thirty seconds to get the right muscle or be stung. When I mastered that within the week, he took it down to ten seconds, that was tricky, but as long as the pattern stayed the same I had no problem. When the pattern switched, as it periodically did, I'd get shocked until I got the pattern down right.

During that four week period, Master Simon never once fucked me or had me suck his dick. I guess he figured I was getting enough sucking in class and fucking from the chair. But it wasn't quite the same. During the fourth week I found myself wishing Master Simon would come by and fuck me. The machine was just stimulating enough to remind me of what wasn't happening. The tingling sensations were fantastic, but the dildo didn't hit that hotspot deep inside me.

On the thirtieth day since phase two began, I mentioned this to Peter as he was preparing my breakfast. He put the bottle down and came over to my table. He gently stroked my calf with his left hand as he smiled and began playing with my nipple with his right. My penis was swelling immediately. Looking into my eyes he said, "I wish I could help you, boy. I'd really like to make love to you."

"Make love to me?" My heart skipped. No one had ever said such a thing to me. He bent over and kissed me on the lips, his tongue gently splitting them to play along my teeth. I closed my eyes, sighing through his kiss.

As he pulled back, I said, breathlessly, "please Peter, make love to me, fuck me. I want you so badly." And I did, I suddenly realized I wanted Peter more than anything else. I wanted to feel his penis inside me, feel it swell and fill my insides up.

"I can't. It's strictly forbidden." He looked almost forlorn.

"I love you Peter, please, I want you inside me, I need you." I begged. He looked at his watch and seemed to make up his mind.

Peter released my head restraint so I could turn my head to follow him as he stepped back slightly, removing the strap holding his long hair back. It cascaded to his shoulders, as long as mine, but a straight and shiny black rather than the curly black of my own. I watched in rapt fascination as he slowly took his lab coat off and then began unbuttoning his shirt.

His chest was lightly furred, with a dark triangle in the center and small circles of hair around each quarter sized nipple. The hair traced down from the triangle in a narrow line, expanding to lightly cover his stomach and then disappear into his jeans. He removed his shirt and began unfastening his pants. He wasn't particularly muscular, more tall, thin and angular, somewhat wiry. His pants dropped showing the dark patterns of hair tracing down his thighs and covering his calves in dark fur. As he pulled his jockey shorts down I could see his penis already swollen in anticipation, almost eight inches [20 cm] long. More than twice the size of my own. When he was completely naked he came back to the table and unfastened my wrists and arms so I was free of the table.

Gently he dragged me to the floor, laying down on top of me, kissing me. His right hand began gently massaging my left nipple, his left cupping my ass, squeezing gently, pulling my right leg up. I moaned, the sensation in my nipple and crotch, where he ground his firm, hairy balls against mine was making me squirm in nervous excitement. I wasn't sure how long I could hold. His tongue slid out of my mouth, his chin turning my head sideways as his tongue slid over my cheek to my ear. I shuddered as his tongue penetrated my ear, tickling.

My belly was starting to feel sticky as precum from both of our dicks began to smear between us. His hand found my ass, I grunted as his finger pried its way in. I had to gulp a breath of air. I felt like I needed to hyperventilate. His finger began sliding in and out, easier and easier as beads sweat began to line my hole, lubricating it.

Carefully, he lifted my balls, gently rolling them in his hand as he repositioned himself, lifting and spreading both my legs. I felt him enter, softly, tenderly. I sobbed in bliss. No one had ever done anything so tender, so gentle to me. I can't describe the feeling, his thick meat sliding softly, wetly up my ass. As it moved inward, filling and slightly stretching it, it felt almost as if he were scratching a long untouched itch.

As I felt his groin push tight against my balls, I began contracting various muscles in my chute, like with the dildo machine. Peter grunted in surprise as my ass began to massage his member. "Oh god that feels good! How do you do that?" Slowly I kept cycling through, from bottom to top, squeezing releasing. Slowly he began moving back and forth, gently so my ring muscles could stroke him as he slid back and forth. I cupped his lightly furred buns in my hands, running them up and down, loving the furry texture.

His lips sought mine, sucking hard on my tongue. Back and forth we kept moving, occasionally I wriggle my butt a little to massage a different spot of his cock after he'd shifted. Suddenly, he shoved deeper, hitting my trigger spot. By this point I was so worked up, that as the first electric current flushed through my body, my dick began spurting, oozing out between our tightly pressed bellies. As the last of the shocks faded, I felt the tip of his manhood pressing back against the walls of my asshole He was coming, I gasped as I felt the warmth generated by his man juice filling my gut.

"What the fuck is going on here!" I heard a loud demanding voice shout, as the metal doors to the room crashed open. Before I could notice what was going on, I felt Peter ripped from my ass. It hurt a little, but not as much as it apparently did him to judge by his yelp.

The two guards were holding Peter, naked and shivering between them, his cock quickly shrinking. Master Simon was standing there with his hands on his hips glaring at Peter. "What the fuck were you doing?" He demanded of Peter. I lay, curling up on the floor, surprised and scared by Master Simon's anger.

Peter, too was scared, his face had gone completely white. "Nothing...nothing," Peter stammered. Slap Slap Slap Master Simon's hand struck Peter three times. Hard.

"It sure as hell didn't look like nothing! You had released the slave and were fucking it!" Peter shook his head frantically. "Are you saying you weren't?" I couldn't bare to see Peter scared like this, I spoke up.

"Sir, sir, it was my fault. I begged him to make love to me."

Master Simon stopped suddenly, as if he'd been going to ignore me and continue his rage, and then as if my words had penetrated, he stopped in midstream. "Jensen..." First his eyes, then his head and then his body swiveled to look down at me, cowering on the floor. "You what?"

I nodded my head, "I asked him to make love to me, to fuck me." Master Simon just stared at me in shock. I tried to glance at Peter, but he'd just sagged between the two guards, eyes closed, looking defeated.

"Make love to you?" He said it as if he didn't understand the term. "Are you two in love by any chance?" He asked, suddenly almost sweetly.

I didn't catch the irony in his voice, I only grimaced and nodded yes. "Oh this is good, Jensen. Real good." Master Simon glanced at Peter. "You've fallen in love with a slave, and he with you. When you decide to fuck up, you don't do it small. And this one beats the pants off of any of your previous fuckups. Both Lowry and Monroe are going to be so...oh pleased with you."

At this point, as if speaking their names had the power to summon them, Dr. Monroe and Dr. Lowry entered the room. Master Simon glanced up at them. "Oh you'll love this one."

"What happened?" Monroe demanded, glancing dismissively at me and then studying Peter.

"We return to pick up the slave and what do we find? This fuckup," he gestured at Peter, "had freed the slave, pulled him down on the floor and was fucking him, good, hard and slow."

Dr. Lowry glared at Peter. "You know the rules. You've been warned after your past infractions."

"Oh, but it gets better." Master Simon stated. Both doctors looked at him. "You see, the little cunt says that they're in love. That he begged fuckup to 'make love to him.' Can you believe that?"

Both doctors turned their glares back on Peter, if anything he shrunk even further back between the guards. "Is this true, Jensen?" Dr. Monroe asked.

Peter looked at me, closed his eyes and nodded.

"Jensen, you know the rules, and this time you've broken the biggest of them all. This is much worse a screwup than you've ever managed before. You know how strictly slave training is controlled, how even the smallest deviations can undo months of work. The stuff you did in the past we might tolerate, if you'd done something like that we could have just fired you. But this breaks them all and then some. You were warned." Peter was shaking his head, crying.

Dr. Monroe looked at Master Simon. "Forfeiture."

"No, please, it won't happen again. Please, I'm sorry, I won't do it again." Peter begged, almost in terror.

"You're right, you won't do it again, slave. Your employment is hereby terminated as is your freedom. You've signed the contract, you know the penalty. Your rights as a human being are now forfeit. I claim you as property under the contract. And by god, I'll see to it you won't be fucking any of my slaves ever again." Monroe stated, jerking his thumb for the guards to drag Peter out.

I sat there staring after him, hardly comprehending what had happened. The shock, surprise, horror of it, only slowly hitting me. "Get it up and take it to it's cell, we'll decide what is to be done with it later." Monroe told Master Simon, gesturing at me.

Master Simon grabbed me roughly and dragged me to my feet. Roughly, he led/dragged me down out of the room, towards my cell. As we went he started talking, angrily at me. "First and foremost, slave. Slaves don't have ideas, they don't have feelings, they don't love. Get that through your head. Slaves don't 'make love.' Slaves are for fucking and sucking and whatever else their master desires. You were wrong for mistakenly thinking you were in love, that isn't possible for a slave."

We neared my cell and he shoved me in ahead of him, down towards my cot. "Obviously something had been going on between you two for some time. Something that shouldn't have been. However, I blame you only for your mistake in thinking you were in love. I could blame you for having sex without my express permission, just like if you had been touching yourself, and I should; however since I never expressly forbade it, and Jensen was acting as my proxy and was in authority over you, I won't. It was Jensen's fault, he was left in charge of you and knows not to do what he did. It was Jensen's mistake, and he will pay the full price of it."

I was petrified for Peter. "But sir?" I winced, expecting a slap for speaking out of turn. He noted my hesitancy and motioned for me to speak. "I begged him too, I told him I wanted to be fucked, and I wanted him to do it. It was my fault."

Master Simon sighed. "Slave. Understand this. Your wants and needs have nothing to do with anything. They are completely irrelevant. Jensen knew that and knows that. He was in control of you, he chose to fuck you because he wanted to, not because you wanted it. "He shouldn't have been talking to you in the first place. I will assume you would have been following my rules and not have spoken to him. Otherwise you'd be punished for speaking out of turn. As it is, he spoke to you, and allowed to speak and you begged for nothing wrong. I have no objection if you want to beg to be fucked, that's perfectly fine. It is the master's choice whether or not he will fuck you, not yours. Get it?" He glared at me, I simply nodded.

"Good, I will talk to Monroe. Don't worry, I will see to it that you are not held responsible, not punished." He walked out the door, and begun shutting it. "At least not directly," he added.

Chapter 10

The next morning, I thought things were business as usual as I was cleaned out and then fed and injected, by a silent Dr. Lowry. However, after my shots I was, to my surprise led back to the shower room. My two guards guided me to one corner of the room and lightly held my arms, directing me to stand facing the room.

Within a couple minutes, two more guards dragged Peter into the room. He was looking weak and almost sick with fear. His hair bedraggled and unkempt from what appeared to be a sleepless night. His two guards led him to the toilet and began cleaning him out; in a much rougher manner than I was accustomed to. After his bowels were cleaned, he was blasted with hot water and blown dry. He glanced at me a couple times, but I was unable to decide what if anything his glances meant.

My feelings were totally at odds with themselves. I felt sick that Peter was being enslaved for loving me, yet at the same time felt a slight guilty thrill at seeing someone subjected to the same treatment I faced everyday. Over all, I just had sort of a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I was led down the hallway, escorted by my guards behind Peter and his guards. When we entered the same examining room I was normally fed in, I was again led to a corner. This time my wrist and ankle cuffs were fastened to eyebolts in the wall that I'd never noticed. While this was happening Peter was fastened to the stirrup table in my normal position. Peter struggled vainly for several minutes and then gave up. He knew I was in the room, but of course could not see me with his head immobilized.

Within a few moments, three other technicians came into the room, dressed as Peter used to dress, and wheeling little carts. Each of these carts had power cords going to a wall outlet, and I quickly realized they were three sets of the electrolysis machines that had taken my body hair. Within a few minutes all three began working simultaneously on Peter's body, Stripping each hair from his body three at a time, as each technician took a different part of his body.

Peter began bucking in the constraints, the pain had to be pretty intense. I remembered how much one gun on me had felt, let alone three. I felt goosebumps crawl over my skin. Again I was torn. It hurt to see Peter in such pain, yet at the same time, it was Peter who had robbed me of my own hair. Peter also had a lot more body hair than I'd had, all over. Even with three technicians working it still took them slightly longer than it had taken Peter to do me.

During the brief breaks I had been given small glasses of water by Peter, his technicians gave him none. My guards did occasionally feed me some water from a bottle with a straw while I watched. As the last of Peter's hair was shorn from his body, I began to relax, sure that it was almost over and I could go back to my cell and relieve my aching bladder. To my shock, however, one of the technicians eased the restraint on his head and then began cutting his hair with scissors. His beautiful long black hair was quickly shorn down to a very short scraggly crew cut. It was at this point, the other technicians began readying their electrolysis guns again.

Against Peter's anguished sobs they began removing not only the day old stubble on his cheeks and neck, but the hair on the top of his head. They intended to make him completely hairless, everywhere, forever! My eyes widened as I almost felt Peter gasping in pain as one technician kept his head immobilized while the other two removed the hair.

Finally they were finished and two of the technicians began massaging the same ointment I'd received after my electrolysis by Peter. Peter's eyes were closed, but eye could make out tear tracks running down his red, raw looking cheeks. As they were doing this, Dr. Lowry came in and began preparing a large number of injections.

If I had thought they had given me a lot of injections early on, it was nothing compared to what they gave Peter. They easily gave him three times as many shots as I'd ever received. His screams echoed in my head, even as my own had, as they injected him in the penis, testicles and various other tender parts.

Eventually, this nightmare was really over, and I was led back to my cell. Once back, I barely had time to relieve my bladder before my shake arrived. Shortly thereafter, Master Simon and the guards brought me the dildo machine. Once again they said nothing.

During the exercises with the machine all my concentration was required to get the patterns right. A few days earlier, Master Simon had adjusted the machine, so that I was stung if I accidentally squeezed the wrong ring, or squeezed extra rings in addition to the correct one. When I was finished, I lay on my cot thinking about what lay in store for Peter. The only man who'd treated me like a person and who was now paying the price for it. The first man I'd ever had strong feelings for, other than my father, was now in the same situation as myself, all because he returned those feelings. I didn't feel very good.

The next morning I woke up sort of thirsty, or was it hungry? I'm not sure, all I know is that I felt like I wanted something to eat or drink, but I didn't know what. It was just as well since all I got was my normal enema breakfast. This morning both Peter and I were cleaned together. I could tell he was in pain as the hot water blasted his newly denuded flesh. I remembered how much it had stung my second day too.

We were both strapped to stirrup tables in the room. Dr. Lowry saw to my shots and feeding, while two technicians saw to Peter's. Today for some reason, my head was unrestrained and I could bend my head and neck to watch his ordeal. I am thinking that was part of the reason I could move my head. Once again he received the enormous number of injections, three times what I used to receive, almost five times as many as I currently got. His enema bag was also larger than mine, and fuller. I wondered at how he would hold it in. I shouldn't have though. Master Simon showed up with a butt plug for Peter.

Peter yelped in pain as Master Simon shoved it in. Actually, I thought it looked like a pretty small one, compared to what I'd been getting. However, I don't think Peter had ever had anything shoved up his hole before. I blushed as I felt myself getting hard watching Master Simon twist it around in Peter's hole, making him moan in pain or perhaps pleasure; but I think pain.

At that point we were led our separate ways, I to my normal routine and Peter to I don't know where. I was taken to cocksucking class. I was strangely happy to note that I was being kept on the same schedule, that it hadn't been shoved back. While I'd have never believed it before, as I walked in, I was actually looking forward to class. It went as well usual, but the entire time, I puzzled over the feeling of excitement I'd felt on coming to class. I finally gave up as I was led to the weight room, noting that at least my feeling of hunger had gone away.

The next week or so went fairly close to before, only now, Peter and I were being injected and fed breakfast together. With my head once again strapped down, I could only see him when he and I were brought in or released, and often not then if he came in after me, or left earlier. However, I heard him as he was being injected, making a lot of the same noises I'd made until I'd gotten used to the shots. The oddest thing over this period was that hungry/thirsty sensation.

After the first few months I'd stopped getting hungry, I guess my body had gotten used to its new diet, but as phase two went on, I felt myself feeling getting this unsatisfied feeling. Almost like a nervous hunger if you will. Except, I really didn't feel physically hungry, and I was getting as much food as ever. Perhaps craving was a better word, like when you really want a candy bar, even if you aren't hungry. It seemed to be the worst on the evenings of the first day of the series, and abated during the second day. Usually I'd forget about it during fellatio class and then I wouldn't think about it for a day or two until it started getting bad.

My instructors all seemed pleased with my work, in all my classes. At least I wasn't getting punished any more than the average students, and in some cases less. They never praised us, but they had no problems punishing errors. In particular, the cocksucking class went well for me. I was getting pretty proficient. Perhaps this was because I was actually enjoying the class.

For whatever reason, practicing on different slaves was something of a thrill. I'd found each one tasted different, and I was getting into trying to guess what a slave's cum would taste like by his appearance and other physical characteristics. Also since I wasn't getting any food to really eat, sucking on all those different shaped cocks was about the only thing I could use my mouth and tongue on, it kind of made up for not having anything to chew on. Of course if I'd actually chewed on a cock with my teeth I'd have been whipped or spanked by the instructor.

As the weeks passed, I soon began to note changes in Peter's appearance as the drugs ran their course. His nipples were swelling even as mine had, as was his ass. However, unlike myself, Peter's hips were also widening, considerably. I'd thought Monroe had intended to shrink Peter's penis, as he had mine, however that was not the case. If anything his penis seemed to be getting longer. I never got to see it erect, but flaccid it seemed to be hanging longer each week. His balls were also swelling. Within only two weeks they were as large and low as my own, and still growing. The other thing that was odd was that while he was developing more muscles, most seemed to be in the thighs, biceps/shoulders, neck and back. His chest muscles grew only slightly. His neck in particular seemed to be getting wider, and if I didn't know better, almost longer.

During the middle of the second week after Peter was enslaved, Master Simon changed the nature of the dildo machine. Each pattern sequence was given a number that was displayed on a little LED on the control unit. It would show the number and then go through the pattern. I'd then be shown the number and have to repeat the pattern. If I squeezed the correct ring I got a tingling sensation and if I squeezed wrong, the jolt. Once I knew which patterns were associated with which numbers, they stopped showing me the patterns with the numbers and just gave me the number. I then had to do the associated pattern. By the end of the fourth week I had learned over a dozen patterns perfectly.

Also it was at about this time that the fellatio class began moving on to other things. In addition to cocksucking they began teaching us about the different parts of the body and how best to use our mouths to instill pleasure in them. This was also interesting, but on the first day we didn't actually suck each other's cocks I started getting a little nervous.

For some reason, that day my mind didn't forget about the nervous hunger I'd been feeling. Normally, class took my mind off that and allowed me to forget about it for about a day or so. That day I didn't forget. By the evening before the next class, I was practically pacing my cell.

I was feeling short of breath and very worked up. I didn't know what was wrong, all I knew was that I needed something, and it wasn't my overdue shake. My stomach was beginning to feel queasy. I turned sharply as I heard the door open. Master Simon entered the room, alone. I came to attention, standing by my bed.

"Good slave. How is my pussy this evening?" Master Simon asked staring down at me.

I glanced up at him nervously, the anxiety of my hunger weighing on me. I licked my dry lips. "Fine, sir."

He smiled, his hand lightly itching the dense fur on his chest. My eyes followed his hand as it traced down his belly towards his jock. For some reason I couldn't tear my eyes from his hand, especially as he started rubbing the hard mound in his leather pouch. I swallowed hard. My dick was also stiff and feeling almost itchy. "Are your sure?" he asked. "You sure you're not thirsty?" His other hand reached behind him, releasing the pouch, letting it fall to the floor as his ten inch [25 cm] piece of meat burst free.

My eyes were finally free of his hand as they traced the throbbing, veined tube of flesh arching its way free of the thick forest of pubic hair around his groin. I licked my lips as I saw the moist slit of his penis. Still dry, but I could almost sense the hot fluid that wanted to pour out of it. Out of it, into my throat. I tried to lightly shake my head, but my nervous thirst seemed suddenly more intense, my mouth started to feel wet with saliva.

"Would you like to lick it?" Master Simon asked.

"Please sir." It had been almost five days since I'd sucked on another slave's penis, and Master Simon's was much bigger, better, than any of those. I could almost recall the taste of his cum, but not quite. I hadn't had it enough after I'd learned to distinguish the differences to really remember.

"Please what?"

"Please sir" I almost whined, I couldn't believe myself, "let me suck your cock." Almost as a third party observer I noted how badly I suddenly wanted to suck his mammoth manhood. I'd begun to enjoy it, but had never experienced such an overwhelming desire before. All I could do was stand there licking my lips, imagining how good his cock would taste. My own little dick starting to tingle in anticipation.

"Very, well. Do your best."

I fell to my knees, my eyes staring at the tip for only a brief moment before I kissed it. My tongue probed the slit as my lips caressed the crown. In went the head as my tongue covered every inch of the tip. I took in a bit more, each inch, my tongue covered every part of the dick. Savoring it. I could taste the bitter, yet nectar like, tang of his cock, the hot, swollen veins pulsing with life beneath my tongue. I swallowed it whole, stretching the back of my throat wide to accommodate its length and girth.

I sighed around his cock, as my tongue tickled the soft tube along the underside. Just having Master Simon's penis in my mouth seemed to go a long way towards relieving my nervousness. I began to relax as my mouth massaged his meat. I pulled off, and began nibbling the bottom side of his cock with my lips, lapping and pulling gently on the hairs at the base of the shaft. First I swallowed one nut, swirling it in my mouth, then I did the same for the second, and then gently sucked both into my mouth where my tongue massaged them, rolling in, around and between them.

As I released them to once again take Master Simon's organ in my mouth, he pushed me back against the bed, resting his hands on the wall above my bed. Soon he began pounding back and forth, fucking my face like a cunt hole. My tongue desperately trying to lap up sweet drops of precum from the tip as it slid forward and back in my throat. Suddenly, I felt the tip swelling on my tongue. He was coming. The sweet, sticky syrup poured from his cock, coating the back of my mouth and throat.

The taste was better than I remembered. Definitely better than any of the slaves. I swallowed as hard as I could with his penis still in my mouth. My tongue lapped the tip, getting the last drops. Unusually, he didn't withdraw, but continued to stay in my mouth.

"Did you like that?" He stared down into my upraised eyes. I could only nod slightly around his still heavy cock. "Are you still thirsty?"

I blinked. Now that he mentioned it, I was feeling better, that nervous edge I'd had was gone. The feeling of hunger/thirst was almost completely gone. I'm sure I looked puzzled.

"You needed it." He stated. I blinked up at him, not understanding. "Your body's addicted to it."

"Waaat?" I tried to say around his dick, which wasn't going down very fast in my mouth.

"Cum. You need it to survive. The drugs you've been given have altered the way certain neurotransmitters in your body behave. In order to function properly, they need certain proteins. The proteins allow your body to function properly, send all the right messages to your brain. Without them you go into withdrawal."

I was beginning to see where he was going. My stomach had a sick feeling in it. "The most common location for the particular proteins you need are in sperm. Thus in order to get your 'fix' you've gotta eat cum. Or take it up the ass, it doesn't matter if a man cums in your mouth or ass, either way it'll get into your system to give you what you need."

He smiled down evilly as I seemed to melt. "Of course, we've also seen to it that your own giant balls don't produce the sort of proteins that you need anymore, so you can't get it from yourself. From now on you'll have to get a sperm deposit every other day or so, or you'll start to feel like shit. And now that the dependency's established, it'll last forever, we can quit giving you the drugs that caused it."

His giant hands came down to gently hold my face as I felt tears beginning to trickle from my eyes. "You really are a slave now, a slave to your body's need for men's ball juice." I felt a small twitch in his penis, thinking he was coming again, but instead to my terror I felt something else starting to gush from his dick. Hot liquid, almost painfully bitter began deluging my throat. He was pissing in my mouth! I tried to shake my head and pull away, but it was useless his hands held my face securely. His thumbs pressed under my jaw, forcing me to swallow. His dick firmly wedged in my mouth, balls drooping against my chin, I had no choice.

"That's a good boy. Drink it all down like the good little slave cunt you are." Master Simon sighed as his piss cascaded down my unwilling throat, and my own tears down my cheeks. "No escape, no turning back, not now, not ever."

Later that evening Master Simon returned with the dildo machine. I'd been getting very good at it, but this evening I continually screwed up. I couldn't help thinking about how they'd made my body betray me. Some people got addicted to cigarettes or alcohol or drugs. These bastards had made me addicted to cum. I'd get sick and go into withdrawal if I didn't get someone to fuck either my face or ass every other day. Even if I ever escaped, how would I deal with that? I nearly got jolted out of my wits when I screwed up, thinking how most people I'd heard about with addictions actually got worse with time. Would I eventually have to get it multiple times per day to avoid withdrawal? I didn't know, I couldn't bear to know.

My mind was slightly taken off my own problems when I saw Peter the next morning. It had taken me a while, but I finally realized that for the last several days he'd been walking in all hunched over. Apparently the tremendous growth in musculature on his back was forcing him to bend over. He now walked bent over, hands hanging down, almost to the floor. His head still looked straight ahead, the neck muscles forcing him to keep his head tilted forward (upward if he'd been standing upright). I couldn't get over how much he was changing. Much more so than myself. His cock had to be over fourteen inches [35 cm] when erect, as it was most of the time I saw him anymore, his balls hung between his legs, swollen to the size of baseballs and in a sack stretching eight or so inches [20 cm] below his groin. He was also walking on the balls of his feet I noted. Was there something stuck up his ass that made him walk funny?

I tried to meet his eyes, but he refused. Looking away. His swollen pouty, almost puckered, lips unable to frown or smile. I blushed as I felt my dick start to harden looking at those lips, wanting to feel those lips engulf my tiny slavehood.

That evening, the dildo machine was brought in as usual, and I was pretty much back on track. However, afterwards I was surprised to be led down a couple hallways to a new lab room. This one had a stirrup table similar to the morning one, but the head of it was raised, so the person strapped in could look forward, between his legs. There were also large quantities of electronic instruments and a giant screen TV in the room. I couldn't figure out what the room was for.

Master Simon had me stand beside the table as a technician came up and began applying some sort of greasy stuff and little pads with wires on them all over my body. He put them on my nipples, my balls, a couple spots on my penis. They also went on several points on my thighs, buttocks, between my legs, under my arms, on my stomach. They were on different pressure points on my neck and various places on my head, including my temples, as well as on my back, feet and calves. Literally everywhere!

I was then carefully strapped in, firmly fastened down, just like in the mornings. The technician then brought forth a dildo like device with wires running from. He greased it up and put it in my ass with no problem. It looked and felt a lot like the dildo machine. At this point he brought a bottle of some thick liquid to my mouth and told me to drink it through a straw. After doing so, he fixed a dentist's gas mask over my nose and mouth. Headphones covered my ears.

He then went off to the side, and the lights in the room dimmed. Shortly I began to feel almost drowsy, very spacey. I know I couldn't keep two thoughts in my head for more than a few seconds. It was like one of those waking dream things you get when you're very tired. The next thing I knew pictures were flashing on the screen, noises and sounds bombarding my ears, smells my nose. But that wasn't the worst, accompanying this incomprehensible cacophony was a lot of sharp stings, pains and downright ecstatic twinges from the various electrodes and the dildo machine.

It was like a hyper version of the dildo machine with multimedia effects. The only problem was that I could make no sense of the patterns, if there were any. The sights, sounds, smells and pains and pleasures were almost too fast for me to distinguish. All I know is that it felt like shear hell. If it hadn't been for my drugged state, I'd have probably gone insane.

I have no idea how long this lasted, but it seemed like years, although probably only a couple hours. The whole thing made little sense, other than as an exercise in torture When it was done, I was led groggily back to my cell, where I promptly fell asleep.

Chapter 11

As I'd mentioned earlier, the cocksucking class turned into a general body pleasure class. We were taught all sorts of tricks for titillating the body. I finally began to understand and even appreciate some of the things Dr. Monroe and Master Simon had used on me to make me feel so good. I felt sort of a guilty pleasure in this class, like I was learning top secret information. The only real problem with the class was that there wasn't enough cocksucking. About every other class we would get to suck each other off, but that was it.

Master Simon would, thankfully I guess, stop by on the days we didn't suck each other, and allow me to suck his cock. If he hadn't, I probably would have gone crazy. As it was I was usually in need of it badly, every time he came around. And while I did like his cock, it really had good flavor, I wasn't thrilled with his visits. It wasn't because he was the one responsible for my needing his visits, either, as one might expect. The reason I wasn't completely appreciative of his visits was due to his nasty of habit of staying in my mouth after he was done, and then pissing in my throat.

He'd gotten it in his head that I was his toilet. Admittedly, I hadn't thought I'd ever like the taste of cum, and now I do; but I still don't think I'm ever going to like Master Simon pissing in me. For some reason I feel degraded when he does it, even though it's only in private. It makes me feel more like an object than a person, more like a slave. Maybe that's his purpose. Actually, the more I think of it as I write, the more I'm sure that really is his purpose.

The ballet classes also began to change their focus. Instead of stretching and basic ballet exercises we were now doing dances. However, I would have to doubt many of these dances would ever be done on a normal stage. Most of them involved thrusting various body parts outward in very suggestive manners. There were also lots of twisting and gyrating motions, all very graceful and sort of sinuous. I have to admit, watching some of the other slaves practice, often got me aroused. Although, to be honest, almost everything got me aroused at this point. I guess these sorts of erotic dances were the reason for the ballet class. It was something we could use to excite and arouse our masters and their guests.

It was about the second or third week since Master Simon had begun subjecting me to the full body nightly electro-torture thing that I noticed Peter walking into the enema/shot room on all fours. For weeks, he'd been progressively more bent over each morning. What I hadn't noticed was that along with the phenomenal muscle growth in his back and shoulders, his arms had grown as well. When he walked in, he was walking on the balls of his feet, legs sort of bent, haunch like, projecting his ass very nicely. He entered supporting himself on his hands, the bottoms of his fingers on the ground, bent back, so the top of his palm and thumb were on the ground as well. One way I knew his arms had grown was that even with my legs sort of haunched like that, I wouldn't have been able to easily walk on all fours, my arms, everyone's arms, were too short. Not Peter's, not anymore.

A chill raced down my spine. It was like he was reverting to some sort of animal that walked on all fours! As I thought of this, I noted, suddenly, how his arms were almost looking like fore legs, if I stretched my imagination slightly. Certainly his upper arms were as wide as my thighs had been before I came to the island. Also, as I'd mentioned, he'd experienced a lot of growth in his neck. His head just seemed to emerge from his shoulders, something like a dog, or pig or similar animal.

As he rotated around, waiting for help to get on the table, I caught a glimpse of his rear. His balls were huge, hanging low between his legs. Softball sized at least. His rock hard penis pressed tightly against his groin and stomach, easily fifteen inches [38 cm] long and three for four inches [8-10 cm] thick. His ass was also widely exposed, I could see his hole perfectly between the mounds of his ass, spread apart by the way he was walking. The hole looked very large and soft, I almost felt like I wanted to burrow into it. My dick was dripping precum on the floor as I stood beside my own table.

I'm not sure what was wrong with me. I was highly aroused by the sight of Peter, even so monstrous as he had become, and was still becoming. I was disgusted with myself, yet even so my mouth began to water as I tried to imagine what his cum would taste like. I could only imagine the huge piss slit on his monstrous cock. My imagination ran wild as I thought of being able to stick my hole tongue into it, to suck the giant head dry of cum. How much could those low hanging super nuts produce? I wondered almost feverishly. Master Simon brought me to my senses as he guided me to my table.

He smiled evilly at me, knowing what I was thinking. I hardly paid attention to him, not even seeing him. Just experiencing his presence as he strapped me down. As he did so, my hand nudged against his groin and I was shocked to realize his jock was down. My hand brushed against the tip of his erect, dripping cock. Feeling the wet touch of his slit, I felt myself boil over. I had gotten myself so worked up that my own little slavehood had started shooting cum all over my chest.

Master Simon simply chuckled as he moved between my legs, raised high by the stirrups. Quickly he rammed himself into my ass, dry. My breath became ragged as his strokes increased in speed, my channel lubricating itself with sweat as the heat of friction from his pounding cock massaged the aching walls. It had been a long time since he'd actually fucked me. The sensation was intense. I'd forgotten how intense. The motion of his cock literally felt like someone masturbating my ass. As if the channel of my ass was my dick turned inside out.

But that was only half of it, his deep thrusts kept hitting that electric spot. Over and over again until I swore I was seeing spots before my eyes. My breaths were sharp and raspy, my cock raging with blood, swollen tight even though I'd just come. Master Simon reached forward and twisted my left nipple. I gasped at the excruciatingly sweet sensation. I wanted to cry out, words leaving my mind to describe the sensation.

I couldn't begin to sort out the feelings. First his one hand twisting my left nipple, and then his other hand my right, his pounding cock massaging the walls of my cunt, the blasts of electricity ricocheting through my brain as he hit that special spot. His balls bouncing off my ass cheeks, the tickling of his pubic hair on my own balls as his groin mashed them into the valley between my legs. The nut squashing sensation alone would have made me gasp and moan, now it was only one more thing overwhelming my brain. My teenie weenie began spurting jism straight up, landing on Master Simon's hairy chest. Spurt after spurt until I thought I'd run dry.

Deep in my ass, I felt Master Simon's cock swell as he began discharging his cum into my bowels. His life giving sperm renewing me, ready to eliminate the growing hunger I'd been feeling. Giving me the man juice I needed to live. I moaned, almost sobbing.

Sometime after this point I began losing track of time. I think it was about two months after Peter had been enslaved, a little over thirty nights of hell with my ETV (Electrofuck Television) as I was calling my nightly torture session that I finally saw Monroe again. It was also during this period that I started getting occasional stomach cramps. It wasn't so much nausea, although occasionally I did get nauseous, it more like what I imagined an appendicitis would feel like, only not in my appendix.

They came and lasted for a few minutes, and then were gone, sometimes making me nauseous for ten or fifteen minutes afterward. There was no set time, sometimes during exercise, sometimes during a class or even during the dildo machine or the ETV. Often I'd wake up in the night. I eventually worked up the nerve to timidly ask the doctor, he asked me a few questions about where and how long and often, then just nodded and went back to his work. Apparently he wasn't surprised. That made me nervous. Was it part of my addiction?

One day, perhaps two weeks after I first started getting these cramps, after my no longer fellatio class, I was brought to a small examining room. My body was feeling extremely edgy due to lack of cum, we hadn't sucked each other off in two sessions, I had thought for sure we would today. While Master Simon had permitted me to suck his juice tube a few days ago, after the last class, it had been over two days and I was once again in need. The fact that I hadn't gotten any had me worried. I hoped Master Simon realized this and would let me go down on him. As I paced the room I kept thinking about Master Simon's dick, the beautiful, hairy, sack bulging with two juicy plums hanging below it. I had to stop my hands from squeezing together, in an involuntary effort to massage the imaginary orbs.

The door opened, and to my surprise both Dr. Monroe and Master Simon both walked in. Dr. Monroe was dressed in full leather regalia, chaps, straps and a tight black mesh of a jockstrap. My eyes were drawn immediately to the large object enclosed beneath the mesh. I'd never seen Dr. Monroe's cock before. And while it was tightly packed within the mesh, I could see it was good size.

I was momentarily diverted from this breathtaking sight, by the realization that the two men were also escorted by a couple of slaves (?) attendants. At least I guessed they were slaves. They were both completely hairless like slaves, and each wore collars. Additionally however, each wore small leather motorcycle caps, like Master Simon occasionally wore. What's more, while they weren't wearing leather straps they were wearing tight metal chains around each bicep, and crisscrossing their chest, like the leather straps the guards and Master Simon wore.

I was also shocked, and winced, to see that both had each of their nipples pierced. Small metal rings hung from each nipple. A light chain joining the two nipples. I'd seen people with pierced ears, even noses and sometimes a lip or eyebrow, but nipples? That was something only found in Skater or Goth mags. It was something kids talked about in school, but I hadn't thought anyone would actually do such a thing. Thinking about how painful it must be, I felt my own, large, very sensitive nipples begin to contract.

The oddest part though, was what they wore on their erect cocks. It was a device of several metal rings, held together along the top by a thin leather strap. It was much like a series of metal cock rings, similar to what my fellatio instructor wore. However, in addition to one large ring around the base of the cock and balls, there were several other rings running tightly up the length of the boys' cocks. The swollen members bulging between the rings, as if the rings were keeping the slave's rods from both getting any larger, and from losing blood and getting smaller.

I licked my lips looking at those swollen, trapped cocks, looking like they were almost ready to burst with delicious, life-giving cum. As was almost normal anymore, my own little member was hard and jutting out from my groin, my ball sack starting to tighten slightly.

"So, how is it doing?" Dr. Monroe asked Master Simon, bringing my attention back to his massively muscled body. Being with Master Simon all the time and only having the guards to compare to, I had forgotten how much larger and even more masculine Dr. Monroe was compared to Master Simon. Wiry black hairs, lightly peppered with grays, densely populating the pectoral mountains on his chest. His tightly muscled, well cut abs and thickly corded arms and legs, almost seemed to exude power and authority.

"Very good. He's near completion of phase two." Once again they were discussing me as if I wasn't there, standing at attention in front of them. I was getting used to it though. It was almost normal, almost seemed right. "Would you like a demonstration?" Master Simon asked.

"I already see the drool running down his chin as he stares at my cock." I almost moved to wipe my chin, ashamed, when I remembered I had not been given permission. My face flushed slightly. "Go ahead." Dr. Monroe told him.

"Turn and bend." Master Simon ordered me. Automatically, I complied, putting my arms on my knees, relaxing my ass cheeks. Master Simon stroked me lightly on the side of my ass, I felt my cheeks part, almost on their own.

I wasn't sure what Dr. Monroe, or Master Simon intended. What sort of demonstration was I to give. Did they want to see me dance? Suck cock? Neither seemed likely given my position.

Master Simon lightly stroked the bottom of the crevice between my ass cheeks, right above my balls. To my stunned surprise, I felt my asshole twitch and begin to dilate. My sphincter muscles were relaxing on their own, opening wide. I could feel it opening as if there was something in it, even though there wasn't. Master Simon blew gently into the hole. I clearly felt his breath on the lining of my hole. How had that happened? I didn't even know how to do that and here my body was doing it on its own!

"Nice. I can see right up the chute." Dr. Monroe said.

I felt a light sensation as Master Simon stuck a finger up my hole, only lightly brushing the wide open sides. His other arm reached around to stroke my right nipple and chest in some pattern. Before I'd hardly registered the touch, I felt my sphincter contracting on the finger. Then to my shame and total surprise, I felt my ass begin pattern number 8 from the dildo machine. On it's own! Without me even thinking about it, my ass was massaging his finger.

My breath became haggard at what was happening hit me. And with the pleasure I felt, feeling his finger inside me. Master Simon was able to control my body, make it do things without my conscious thought! I was just starting to grasp this when I felt another tapping below my asshole, and felt it widen to let the finger out.

Master Simon turned me around, and had me stand up. I stared into his eyes in shock at what he'd done. He said nothing, just stared back with no expression. With his left hand he unbuckled his jock, letting it fall to the floor. My eyes automatically sought his swelling manhood. With his right hand he began gently petting the side of my chest and under my left nipple. I felt my jaw relax and let it fall open.

As his meat swelled to full size, I felt my lips twitch slightly in anticipation. I vaguely noted spit dropping from my open mouth, falling on my chest. Master Simon motioned me to bend down and begin sucking his cock.

I did, shifting my feet wider for balance I brought my mouth down around the rigid tube. I suckled it as if it were a teat, tenderly trying to nurse some fluid from it. My hunger was intense, had been intense, but the complete control of my body by Master Simon had seemed to turn me on more, make me hungrier. As I nuzzled my nose in the thick tangle of groin hair, the back of my throat massaging the tip of Master Simon's cock, I felt him reach over my back and massage the area around my asshole.

I moaned around Master Simon's prick as I suddenly felt sweaty, the wall linings of my ass starting to sweat, even as I felt the muscles opening. Nervous spasms raced through my belly as I felt my inner ass muscles spasming out of my control.

I realized that Dr. Monroe had come up behind me as I felt his hand gently massage the edge of my wide open ass hole. His finger reached inside slightly, drawing the pooling moisture out, spreading over my crack.

"I love, a hot dripping boy pussy." I heard Monroe say. And then I grunted around Master Simon's cock as I felt Dr. Monroe's gargantuan meat slide in. I couldn't see it now that it was erect and free, but it was easily half again as thick as Master Simon's. It didn't hurt, but I did feel it pushing the moist walls of my slavecunt wider than ever before. In it slid, without a trace of friction, even though I know he used no lubricant.

Slowly at first and then with increasing rhythm Monroe's throbbing dick plowed in and out of my slick hole. As I began to get the rhythm, I tried to synchronize it with my sucking on Master Simon's cock. I felt Master Simon reach under me to my chest and stroke me gently again. As before, I felt my ass muscles begin to contract in a pattern I'd learned from the machine. It wasn't trivial to do the pattern on a cock that kept sliding in and out, but I'd tried it once before, when Peter had fucked me, and now I was better at it. Even so, it was really out of my control, since my ass muscles were opening and closing on their own. I heard Dr. Monroe sigh loudly behind me, his hands gripping my ass firmly as he plowed it.

Master Simon began to direct my sucking by pulling on my long hair. Up and down, I was having trouble keeping the double rhythms in sync, but eventually just let go. I let the two men use me as they would, I stopped trying to control it and let it happen.

The shocks running up my spine from Dr. Monroe hitting my sweet spot, while massaging my ass lining quickly began to have its effect. Within no time my weenie was shooting cum on my chest and beyond. Vaguely I noted a few spurts hitting Master Simon's chaps even.

My orgasm seemed to go on forever as Dr. Monroe continued to massage my cunt with his huge cock, lightning striking my brain with every deep thrust. My tongue tangling over the bulging head of Master Simon's rod. As if on cue, I suddenly felt, simultaneously, both Master Simon and Dr. Monroe beginning to cum. The motion stopped, both at deepest thrust. Both heads swelling, bursting with ripe juice. Warm streams of cum filling both my throat and bowels at the same time. I closed my eyes, feeling myself filled at both ends by these two huge burly men. Filling me, fulfilling me.

I must have blanked out for a few moments, the next thing I knew, it was the other man fluid filling me from both ends. I felt a sensation similar to the gushing water of the cleansing enema in my ass, and a similar sensation in my throat. They were pissing in me! From both ends, a double sided toilet! I struggled vainly, but I was spitted on both ends, held firm by strong hands. Impaled by softening cocks both pouring out their body's waste into my own. Tears streaked down my face as it finally hit me. I finally realized that I was just a hole to these men. Two holes. Holes to be filled with whatever they pleased, whenever they pleased, however they pleased.

The next few days were something of a blur. My mind almost felt numb after the session with Dr. Monroe. I was slowly losing complete control over me. They were shaping my body to their ends. They had taken control of not only my physical development, but control of my body too. They were taking control of its responses away from me, training it to serve their appetites, whether I wanted it to or not. This scared me. What scares me more however, is the calmness I feel about it. I sometimes find myself just accepting it, I don't get as upset as I should. Sometimes it almost feels like it is the right thing. How things should be. In some ways, it feels freeing, as if I am being absolved of responsibility for my body's actions.

The other night, Master Simon added a new level of complexity to the dildo machine. He is once again applying the nipple clamps to my tits and balls. True, I get them during the upper body weight machine, but this is almost worse. The pain in my tits and balls from the weights distracts my concentration from memorizing the patterns. If I don't force myself to do the patterns automatically without thinking, the pain distracts me, and then I get shocked. The ball weights can't go through the hole in the chair because of the dildo, so they instead go off the front end, pulling my nuts forward.

About two weeks after my session with Dr. Monroe, I was shocked when Dr. Lowry freed me from the table and left me standing all alone with no guards in the room as he released and helped Peter down from his table. Dr. Lowry smiled at me. "I have to be gone for a minute to get Master Simon. If you want, you may 'talk' to your lover." With that he left the room, leaving Peter and I alone. I was so shocked I just stood there for a moment.

I looked down at Peter, he was standing quietly by his table, on all fours. "How are you Peter?" I asked. His head swiveled towards me, and he shifted slightly, bringing his body to face me, since his head didn't turn very far. It emerged almost directly from his shoulders, his neck almost indistinguishable from his trapezius muscles. (I'd learned a lot of anatomy from overhearing guards in the gym instructing their slaves). He blinked his eyes at me and made some sort of gurgling noise.

Concerned I walked up to him. As I did he began gently rubbing his bald head on my thigh, like a dog wanting to be petted. I got down on my knees, to look at him on eye level. As I looked carefully at his face for the first time, I realized that his mouth was very puckered, a tight round hole underneath his nose. Further his whole mouth and nose seemed longer, almost snoutlike. "What did you say?" I asked, he made some more strange noises.

Suddenly concerned, I tried to pry open his mouth by putting my finger in it. Instead of opening, my finger slid into his mouth, almost like Master Simon's prick sliding into my ass. My eyes widened as I felt the soft wet moist hole my finger had entered. Peter began automatically sucking on it. As I moved my finger around I could find no sign of teeth! They'd pulled his teeth, I could feel his gums, but even they were hard to feel. His cheek muscles had swollen inward until his mouth felt like a wet satiny hole, his tongue bending and twisting over my finger in ways I could never manage. His whole mouth was tight and flexing around my finger. It was more like a pussy than a mouth.

I pulled my finger his mouth, unable to comprehend what was happening to him. As I shifted my weight, I noticed his hands. Apparently they'd performed some sort of surgery, They'd shortened his fingers! They were mere stubs, more like toes, protruding from the bottom of his hands. The more I looked at them, the more I realized they almost resembled paws. While they were turning me into a pleasure slave, they were turning Peter into some sort of sick distorted pleasure animal. He whined at me, I patted him on the head as he rested it against my knee, every bit like a pet.

I stood, running my hands down his bulging back muscles towards his flanks, noting the incredible growth. His back looked almost strong enough to mount and ride like a horse. Peter stood up more on all fours as I stood. I realized that standing up, his mouth and ass would be at almost the perfect level for a man the height of Master Simon, or the guards, to fuck without having to bend.

I should have been horrified at the monster they were creating, a sick parody of a man, but instead the overall effect was oddly attractive. If I simply looked, and didn't think of this creature as Peter, it was almost arousing. In fact as I noted the huge sack containing monster nuts hanging between his legs, I felt myself getting hard, wanting to stick my penis in either his mouth or ass. I shook my head trying to clear it and knock some sense into myself.

As I stood, Dr. Lowry returned with Master Simon and the guards. "Have a good reunion?" he asked. He said it so straightforwardly that I almost might have thought him serious. But, how could he mean it in any manner but a cruel sadistic one. I didn't trust myself to speak so I simply stood at attention. All the while thinking how lucky I was that they'd chosen to do to me what they had, and not what they'd done to Peter. I didn't know whether to hate them for what they done to Peter, or to be grateful for what they hadn't done it to me. Master Simon and the guards led me to my first class as I thought about this.

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