Skadadel

The Slave Whisperer
Opening Jeffy

"You wanted a little brother who you could rape with your monstrous dick.
A boy you could facefuck whenever you felt the urge.
You deserve to have your dreams fulfilled.
It might be a little work, but I think we can do it."

"Welcome to another episode of the Slave Whisperer! Tonight we meet Michael, who's had some problems with his new slave, eleven-year-old Jeffy. Michael purchased Jeffy two months ago at the Made Slave Auction. Jeffy had received a week of slave training at a kennel, but Michael has not been happy with his new purchase.

"Diego Alejandre, the Slave Whisperer, has twenty-five years of experience in training slaves and their owners. Can he bring happiness to Michael by helping him manage his slave?"

***

Diego Alejandre, the famous slave trainer, approached the small white bungalow. Despite being only 5'7" [1.60 m], he radiated power and confidence. He had salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. After Diego rang the doorbell, a muscular, clean-shaven blond in his late twenties answered the door. "Diego! I'm so glad you're here!" Michael was 6'3" [1.90 m] and clearly worked out often. Michael was dressed casually in jeans and black T-shirt. The sleeves of his shirt were tight around his biceps and broad shoulders.

Diego smiled broadly and said, "Michael, thank you for having me. I understand you're having a problem with your slave?" Michael invited Diego into his living room. Michael's home was not large, but space had been cleared to make room for the crew and equipment.

A production team had briefly interviewed Michael last week, but this was Michael's first time to meet the celebrity.

Michael indicated Diego should sit on the couch as he took a chair. Michael had been encouraged to sit when interacting with Diego because the height difference would make it difficult to keep both in frame. "Yeah yeah. I just bought him recently, and I'm happy with him in general. The problem is that he just can't adequately service me, you know, sexually. I'd just sell him off and get another one, but I think I'm the problem, not him."

"We'll see about that," Diego laughed. "Let me learn a little about you. What do you do for a living? For entertainment?"

"I'm a manager at… a local fast food franchise." Michael flushed, not realizing the home audience wouldn't notice the slight pause where he almost said "McAllister's". The producers explained he shouldn't mention the name of the giant corporation – it would be free advertising and unfair to the show's paid sponsors.

"You must supervise a number of slaves there. Do you have problems at work?"

"No, I get very good performance reviews of my slave management skills. My problem at home isn't anything like that," Michael said, then remembered, "Oh, and for entertainment, I work out…"

"We can tell," laughed Diego.

"…heh, and I do stuff with my buddies, we have an ultimate Frisbee team. When I can get time off, I like to go hiking and stuff with my dads. That's pretty much it," he added.

"That's great. Why don't you tell me what your slave problem is here at home?"

"I've never been with a slave this young before. I guess I was kind of inhibited about getting a boy, even though I fantasized about it for so long. Finally, my friends convinced me I was being dumb about it, so I went and bought Jeffy. He was pretty expensive, and I hate the thought of losing money if I have to sell him. But I'm not sure I can really have a slave this young…" Michael paused, frowning.

"I can see this has been stressful for you," Diego said, his brows knit with concern. "Tell me about Jeffy."

"Well, kind of a typical story, I think. I'm pretty sure he turned eleven last week, it's in his papers somewhere. His family was seized by the state a few months ago when his dad was unable to pay his taxes. Something about some bad real estate deals. The slavers grabbed him right out of his 5th grade class – the video came with his purchase price. That was really hot!" Michael's excitement overcame his worries for a moment. "I bought him a couple of months ago, and he'd had just a week of training before I got him.

"I don't really have any problems with his behavior, so I wasn't sure if it was okay to call the show. He's actually a pretty good slave. It took him a while to get used to his new name, but now he's very responsive. He attends to his tasks and he's getting used to being here. I like him to sleep in bed with me, it's nice to have someone there and it means I don't need to get up to pee first thing…" Michael reddened a bit.

Diego nodded. He knew that Michael's lack of pretense and 'boy/stud-next-door' manner would make him incredibly appealing to the audience. "I don't just help with problem slave behavior, Michael. I want to help masters be happier as slaveowners. To do that, I need to know what's working and what isn't," Diego reassured the earnest young man, helping him to feel comfortable. "So what's wrong here, Michael?"

Michael glanced at the camera nervously, then quickly refocused on Diego as the producer had instructed. "I think I'm too big for a kid as young as Jeffy. He can't really give me a decent blowjob and I can't fuck him at all. I get all excited tying him up, and I love making him eat my cum…" Michael paused and laughed nervously at sharing this information so publicly, "but I need more."

Diego looked serious. "It's possible that someone could be too large for even a well-trained slaveboy of his age, but that would be uncommon. So let's see what you've got."

"You mean you want to see my dick?" Michael was startled.

Diego smiled at the man's modesty. "Yes, I think we need to. You have nothing to be ashamed of. I'm sure our viewers will be envious. And I need to see what we're dealing with to figure out how I can help."

"Uh, I guess." Michael stood, unbuckling his belt. When he lowered his jeans and boxer-briefs and raised his shirt, Diego whistled. The camera zoomed in, showing the dick just a few feet from Diego's face. Michael's penis was very large even when flaccid. Despite the man's nervousness, the uncircumcised cock hung down heavily in front of his large balls. It had a visible bluish vein running along the top. The blond pubic hair above his dick was probably trimmed, and his balls were shaved. Michael's v-line and abs were nicely defined, but it was the monster cock that drew both the eye and the camera.

"Is that enhanced?" Diego asked after a moment.

"No, that's all me. Just lucky I guess," Michael blushed and smiled.

"And what happens when you try to use your slave?"

Michael, still bashful and awkward in front of the cameras, pulled his pants and underwear back up, but didn't button his jeans. He sat back down. "Well, he really can't fit more than the head in his mouth. Don't get me wrong, that's still really hot, but I really want more. I tried to fuck him once early on, but he screamed bloody murder and I was afraid I'd damage him."

"Michael, have you ever seen videos of young boys being fucked by very large dicks?"

Michael's excitement pushed aside his shyness. "Oh yeah! That's how I knew I wanted a young slave. I just get so fucking hot watching something like The Tyke Takes Twenty Titans in Two Hours or Double Dicking Danny. But I can't do that to Jeffy."

"Why not?"

"Well, I assume that those boys were kinda ruined after those performances. In the video, Danny's ass was sloppy and bloody after taking those two nine-inchers [23 cm] at once. I can't risk that with Jeffy. I'm not made of money. Slave docs are expensive, he'd be out of commission while he's healing, and I can't just sell him and buy another one if I mess him up permanently. I'd get less for a damaged slave, after all. Also…" he paused.

"Go on," Diego encouraged.

"I enjoy hurting him and bullying him, but I don't want him in horrible agony. I kind of like him, you know? I don't want him always afraid of me."

"Talk a little more about that."

"I was an only child. I wished I had a little brother like all my friends did. Even an annoying little brother. I wanted someone I could push around but also take care of and protect. Like big brothers do. I can be mean to my little brother, but no one else can, you know? So I always wanted a kid brother sex-slave. That's why I didn't buy a slaveborn slave. I wanted someone who knew what it was like to be in a family. Someone I could humiliate and bully, but also comfort and hold. Is that weird?"

"Not at all. Everything you've said is reasonable and normal," Diego said. "And we can talk about how to best make your slave a kind of kid brother, but the real problem is still fucking and face-fucking him. Have you tried anything to make him be able to take your cock?"

"To be honest, after seeing that he wasn't going to be able to take me orally, I really beat myself up over it. I thought, 'What the hell was I thinking? He's just a little boy, he can't even get his mouth open that much.' I decided I'd been stupid and should have just gotten a well-used adult slave who I could fuck and force to deepthroat me."

"Michael, you wanted a little brother who you could rape with your monstrous dick. A boy you could facefuck whenever you felt the urge. You deserve to have your dreams fulfilled. It might be a little work, but I think we can do it." Diego leaned forward and put his hand on Michael's shoulder. He exuded confidence and warmth. These were the traits that made him so popular as a TV personality.

"I hope so, Diego. I really hope you can help."

"You have to remember that porn can be hot, but it doesn't usually show how things are actually done behind the scenes, like preparing a boy to fuck. Let's see exactly what we have to work with here. Can we get Jeffy in here to get you hard?" Diego said as they stood again.

"Jeffy, come!" Michael called to his slave.

A small naked boy entered the living room, confused by the lights and cameras. While invisible to the viewing audience, there were two cameramen and a production assistant with Diego. Michael had not told Jeffy that the Slave Whisperer was going to be there. Not that Jeffy knew what Diego looked like anyway. His parents had thought he was too young to watch the show and he'd never been in the room when Michael had watched it. He only heard about shows like The Slave Whisperer from rumors.

As Jeffy came in his eyes widened with confusion, but he immediately knelt next to his master with his hands clasped behind his back. Uncertain as to what would happen next, Jeffy looked at the floor. He occasionally glanced sideways at the feet of those around him, trying to figure out how many people were in the room and what they were doing.

Jeffy was small for his age and had almost no baby fat. He was fair, but with dark brown hair and eyes. He had some freckles on his cheeks and slightly upturned nose. He had no visible hair other than that on his head, which was kept in a relatively long crew cut. His penis was very small, looking as though it was trying to hide inside him. Jeffy had no visible modifications other than the slave ring in his septum and the slave collar around his neck. Clothed and unringed, he'd easily be mistaken for a free boy.

It was likely that Jeffy was someone who smiled often before the tragedy that befell his family, but he looked quite nervous now.

"Good," said Diego, "I'm glad to see he's had some training. And I see why you're reluctant to part with him, he's very attractive." Diego stood in front of the bowed head of the boy. "How tall is he?" Michael was a giant next to the boy.

"Just 4' 8" [1.40 m]. I marked it on the kitchen doorjamb just yesterday. He's about 80 pounds [36 kg], I keep his diet strictly controlled."

"That's all good. Looking at him, I'm guessing you don't want to consider some more extreme modifications? Pulling his teeth would make deepthroating more possible…"

"Oh no, he's so cute the way he is. I want him to be my baby brother who I can fuck and molest. I don't want to ruin his looks."

"That's perfectly okay; you bought him for your fantasies, Michael. Tell him to obey me, please."

"Do as he says, Jeffy," Michael said.

Diego reached to touch the kneeling boy's chin, and made him look up. "Make eye contact, boy." Jeffy's brown eyes met Diego's. The warm friendliness that Diego showed to Jeffy's master was gone. Jeffy saw an intensity that scared him. "Use your mouth and make your master hard."

Jeffy, frightened and intimidated, quickly turned and crawled in front of Michael. His master towered over the tiny kid. The adorable boy rose up, opened his mouth, and began to suck on the head of the massive penis. When the slave reached up to take hold of the shaft with his hands, he was suddenly struck hard on his ass.

"Mmph!" Jeffy cried, mouth full of Michael's glans. But the slave was careful not to bite. Diego had taken a riding crop from his production assistant to correct the slaveboy.

"What did I tell you to do?" Diego almost never raised his voice with slaves, and didn't need to now. He spoke sternly, and there was no mistaking his anger.

The boy pulled away from the dick and turned to Diego to answer. "You… you said to make him hard, sir!" The cameraman zoomed in to capture the tears in the boy's eyes.

"And how did I tell you to do that?" And another "thwack!" – this time on the boy's chest. The red mark remained quite visible where he was struck.

"Aaah! Oh, uh, you said with my mouth, sir!"

"Do exactly as I say and no more. Understand?"

"Yes sir!" the boy answered, and turned back to service his master. However, Michael was turned on by watching Diego control the boy, and his dick was now fully hard. Jeffy dutifully tried to work his mouth around the massive head again, not sure what else to do.

Diego grinned at Michael, "Well, that seemed to do the trick! Move, boy." As Jeffy scrambled to kneel a few feet to the side, Diego pulled a flexible measuring tape from his pocket. "I usually use this for fitting harnesses and fetters, but it'll do just fine here."

Michael's eyes went wide as Diego grabbed his meat and quickly measured it. While Michael had the common embarrassment about being handled by a free man in public, Diego was a professional and knew his work.

"That's really impressive. Nine inches [23 cm] long, and about seven and a half inches [18 cm] around. Luckily, your dick is a bit oval shaped in cross section, about two and half inches [6 cm] across the top at the widest point, while only…" Diego knelt and looked at the dick from the side, "…maybe two inches [5 cm] from top to bottom. Because of that, it's more possible that we can train your slave to take you orally."

"Really?!" Michael was clearly surprised.

"Oh yes. With proper training, there's no doubt that he'll be capable of taking you anally without long-term damage. I'm not positive that he can do it orally, at least at this age, but it makes sense to get him started. I think we can get him to deepthroat you, but even if he can't at first, he'll be able to do it eventually. That's a hell of a cock you've got to work with!"

"Let's do it!" Michael was ecstatic.

***

"Let's talk about fucking first, that's something we can take care of today," said Diego.

Michael looked excited and surprised, like a kid told he was going to get a long-wanted puppy. Jeffy began to tremble and hyperventilate.

"Have you ever been fucked, Michael?"

"No, I'm really not into that. I'm a top. I tried a little assplay once, but it just wasn't for me."

"I'll help you know what's going on with Jeffy as we begin, then. There are a few ways we can prepare Jeffy's ass for your cock. First, you could have the boy fucked by a man or men who are less well-hung than you. Do that a few times, and Jeffy would be stretched enough to take you. Second, you could get various sizes of dildos and take the time to loosen him up. Finally, there's the tried-and-true method of just stretching him with your fingers. But you should be the one to decide how to approach this. What do you think is best?"

"I don't like the idea of other guys fucking him before I get to. He's still a virgin and I think I deserve to take his cherry. If I can, I mean. And dildos are kind of the same. His first time fucked should be by me, not someone else or a hunk of plastic."

"That's great. It's important to know what you want."

"But how I can stretch him enough with just my fingers?"

"It's been done like that forever," said Diego. "Are you willing let me coach you through your first time fucking your boy?"

Michael hesitated. He was an introverted guy and had never had sex with people watching before. But this could be his chance to fully enjoy his property for the first time. Diego promised that Jeffy could be his full sex slave. It was worth doing for his fantasies to come true.

"I'll do it!"

"Fantastic!" said Diego.

***

When The Slave Whisperer returned from commercial break, Diego, Michael, and Jeffy were standing in Michael's bedroom. Diego was still fully clothed, but Michael was wearing a white bathrobe and Jeffy remained nude. The show's staff had cleared many knickknacks from the room and put a simple black bedspread on the bed to reduce distractions for the audience.

Diego summarized for the viewers. "We gave Jeffy a number of enemas to clean him out. Our viewers can visit our website to watch the sequence, and I recommend it. You got pretty excited watching your boy fill up over and over again, Michael."

"Yeah, it was pretty great! He was so fucking embarrassed!" Excited with the memory, Michael again lost the filter that normally held him back. Jeffy's cheeks reddened as he continued to look down.

"You've chosen a simple, comfortable approach to your first fuck with Jeffy – your own bed with no special equipment or changes. I know it can feel awkward with us here, but I want you to forget about the cameras. I'm here only as your coach and assistant. Keep your attention on yourself and your slave. Let's get started. You explained how you wanted this to go…"

Michael told the little brunet to get on the king-sized bed. "Face-up, little bro. I want us to be able to look at each other." The slave complied quickly as Michael removed his robe and got on the bed between the boy's legs. Jeffy lay on his back looking up at his master's face. Michael's full glory included not only his pendulous dick, but also his muscular, toned body. He had broad shoulders, a tapered waist, and clearly defined pecs and abs. He had a light dusting of hair on his chest, arms, and legs. Michael had been an athlete in high school and still worked hard to maintain himself.

He also looked like a giant ready to crush the boy even though he was only on his knees between the slave's outspread legs.

Diego handed Michael a small tub of lube. "Enjoy yourself, and begin to lube up his ass. Use just a finger and take your time. Use plenty of lubricant. Your dick's going to hurt him no matter how much you use, but you want to avoid injuring him."

Michael really had taken Diego's words to heart. He put the cameras out of his mind and concentrated on the beautiful little boy – the boy who could finally be his completely. Michael leaned forward, put his hands on either side of Jeffy's head, and kissed him full on the mouth.

As he had learned to do, Jeffy responded to the kiss. He parted his lips to accept his master's tongue, which explored the boy's mouth fully. He felt Michael's big hand move to cup the back of his head, pressing their faces together.

Michael had always been happy with Jeffy's kisses. The little slave had been trained to kiss, of course, but Michael liked to think that Jeffy also responded to his affection. Michael pulled back and said, "This is going to be so sweet, dude." As he looked at Jeffy, he caressed the solid 6 gauge steel ring that pierced the boy's septum. Jeffy kept eye contact with his master's deep blue eyes.

The cameramen made sure to capture this moment of tenderness between master and slave. While viewers loved to watch slaves being disciplined by their masters or Diego, they also wanted to see healthy master/slave relationships.

"Here we go!" said Michael. He pulled back and put his hands on his boy's ankles, pushing them towards the kid's head. Jeffy gasped as his ass was suddenly up in the air while his legs were by his ears. "I know you like this as much as I do," Michael said before kissing the boy's hairless little pucker. Michael loved to rim this little boy. The soft skin and the responsiveness of the little ring of muscle turned him on. His hands were on the boy's ass, and he used his thumbs to spread him open. He slid his tongue over and then into the kid's hole.

Diego signaled to cameraman one and pointed to Michael's dick, which now throbbed fully erect as he rimmed his slave.

Jeffy actually cooed and grunted as his master slurped inside him. His little prick began to harden as the sensations made him forget what was coming.

Then Michael remembered what they were trying to accomplish today. He pulled his face away but still held Jeffy's ass with his left hand. He reached over and got a dab of lube with his other hand. He then used his index finger to swirl around the little hole. He started to push, then Diego said, "Use more lube, Michael. You want him slick so you can really stretch him open. Unlike your tongue, a finger feels hard inside."

Michael got more lube and coated the outside of the asshole liberally, then pushed in. Jeffy tensed, but Michael continued to take his time, removing and reinserting his finger over and over again. Jeffy moaned a bit as the finger moved inside him.

"Oh yeah, bro, feel that?" Michael grinned. "I'm going to really own you today!" Without encouragement from Diego, Michael put his index and middle fingers together and pushed into the boy's slippery hole.

The cameras were trained on Jeffy's face, now scrunched in discomfort and on his asshole, where Michael had fully inserted two fingers and began to move them around. Jeffy actually reached up as if to push Michael's hand away. "No!" said Michael, hoping that Diego saw him take charge. "I think I wanna tie his hands if that's okay." Michael stepped off the bed and got a length of rope from his nightstand.

"I recommend you cross his forearms behind his back and tie them together from elbow to wrist," said Diego. "That way he won't be able to try to reach his ass from behind." Diego was pleased to see that Michael was skilled at tying and knotting the rope in a way that wouldn't damage his young slave's arms.

Jeffy began to hyperventilate after Michael finished binding him and again put him on his back. "Baby bro, it's okay. It'll hurt a lot but I'll be here with you and we'll get through it together. I'm gonna love it, and I know you want your big bro to be happy." Michael leaned over his slave's face and stroked the boy's cheek, leaving a trail of lube. The blond man kissed the frightened boy, working his tongue inside. Jeffy's breathing slowed as he calmed. Then Michael was back at work lubing and stretching his bound boy.

Diego was a thoughtful teacher, speaking only when Michael needed direction. Michael eventually got three fingers in; then after a few minutes, two fingers from each hand were inside his slaveboy's well-lubricated ass. When he pulled them apart, gaping the hole, Jeffy cried out, "Ohh!"

"Yeah!" Michael said, "that's what I want!" He continued to probe, stretch, and massage the hole. "Is he ready? Can I try now?" the man turned and asked Diego, who continued to observe standing next to the bed.

Diego grinned. Michael was the boy's owner, but despite his size he was almost a boy himself. He'd asked permission like he was asking his coach to put him in the game. There was eagerness and almost pleading in his voice, as if he wanted to prove to Diego that he could win for the team. "Yes, I think it's time for you to fuck your boy, Michael."

With some guidance from Diego, Michael put a pillow under Jeffy's lower back and ass and again pressed the kid's knees back toward his shoulders. Kneeling on the bed, holding the boy's ankles in one large hand, Michael held his monster nine-incher [23 cm] in the other. "I'm touching his hole – I'm gonna go in!" he exulted.

Michael was an attentive student. He had taken to heart Diego's advice. He entered Jeffy slowly, then withdrew, pushed a couple of fingers in, then grabbed his dick to replace the fingers again. Within a few minutes, he'd gotten over half his cock inside the tiny boy. "Fuck yeah!" he yelled. "I'm fucking my boy!"

Jeffy gasped and grunted as his body was invaded, but did so quietly. He was folded in half, his arms bound behind him, knees pressed into his chest. The strain of his body's bending was overwhelmed by the hot stretch and burn in his asshole. There were tears in the boy's eyes, but he tried to keep quiet. Whatever plumpness his little dick had taken on during the rimming was long gone.

After being reminded to add lube, Michael continued his assault on the virgin boy. As he'd fuck a little, pressing more, he'd shift his angle of entry a bit, and then move again. Jeffy felt like the massive prick was pushing his insides higher into his body.

Finally, Michael's pubes were pressed against the slave's ass. He paused as he realized he'd gotten all the way in. "Oh fuck! Fuck fuck fuck! I'm in you all the way! You're so tight and warm! I imagined but I never knew… I wanna live in here!" Jeffy was beyond thinking as he looked up at his owner's sweaty face. The eleven-year-old was sweating, gasping, stretched in ways that were beyond anything he could have imagined as he studied fractions in math class just months ago.

Then there was a moment that became television magic. Michael, looking like a young blond god, grinning, still pressed inside the tiny boy, turned to Diego and high-fived him.

Diego knew this was a fantastic catch. This high-five would become part of the opening montage of The Slave Whisperer. They could not have choreographed anything better and it was completely spontaneous. The TV host adjusted his own hard dick within his jeans.

Michael fucked Jeffy for a few minutes, but there was no chance he could last long. He'd fantasized about this moment for so long but had given up on it. Attaining his dream in reality was just too exciting. And while nothing could compare with the high-five, Diego knew the combination of aggressive fucking and tenderness Michael showed his little slave made for great television.

After getting inside the kid all the way, Michael fucked with little jabs at first. He would pull out just a bit then shove back in. "I'm fucking you, Jeffy! I own you! Fuck! Take your bro's cock, I know you love it! It's okay that you're a pussy, you're my pussy and I'm fucking my little pussy! I still love my little bro." And he would nuzzle the child and stroke his sweat-soaked brown hair. Then he'd grab Jeffy's shoulders to pull him even harder on his dick.

After a while of this, Jeffy seemed to adjust a bit to the massive cock in his guts. Michael let go of the boy's ankles and switched to a push-up stance. "Keep looking at me, Jeffy. I want you to look at me while I fuck you." Jeffy complied with teary eyes as Michael started long-dicking the boy. Jeffy's high grunts got louder now, but this only seemed to excite his owner more. "Tell me what it feels like, little bro. I want to know what my big dick feels like inside you."

"Oh, Master, it's so… so… Oh! So big! It hurts, sir! It rea… really hurts!" the boy managed to get out while being slammed.

When Michael came, he seemed to surprise himself. He was so into fucking his slave that he forgot the pleasure would take him to the point of no return.

The spent man laid on the folded boy for a few moments, then pulled back. Jeffy's knees lifted a bit from his chest, legs shaking with weakness. Dripping sweat, Michael turned to Diego and shyly said, "I've always wanted to do this…" Pulling his softening but still huge meat from the slowly closing red asshole, he swabbed two fingers inside the boy, then pushed them inside Jeffy's mouth. Jeffy compliantly sucked the lube, cum, and ass-mucus from his owner's fingers.

***

After an extended break, Michael and Diego sat in the living room again. Michael had showered and was in a robe with his hair still wet. Jeffy sat naked on the floor at Michael's feet. He had a dazed look in his eyes as he leaned against the man's leg.

"How do you feel now?" Diego asked.

"I can't thank you enough, Diego. You've really changed my life. I felt so unhappy. I was worried I'd wasted money and I was embarrassed about it. And I was thinking I'd never be sexually satisfied."

"And now?"

"I can't wait to fuck him again!"

Diego laughed. "That's great, but we'll let you have more privacy for your repeat performances!"

Eyes brimming, Jeffy sniffed as he put his rope-marked arms around Michael's leg.

"I have some recommendations on that score. I recommend that you consider using dildos on Jeffy when you're not fucking him. Nothing as big as you are, unless you want to do that for your own excitement. But a butt plug or dildo to keep him a bit stretched will allow you to fuck him spontaneously, without as much initial preparation, while reducing the risk of real injury. Keep him clean by using regular enemas. You can either make him take care of that himself or you can do it. I know you got pretty turned on by that…"

The young man blushed and nodded.

"Good," said Diego. "But we've only addressed one of your problems. And probably the easier one. You still haven't been given a decent blowjob by your slave."

"I'm so happy with what I have…"

Diego held up a hand, "I said I would help with both your problems, don't worry. But you're in no shape to do more today. I think we should return tomorrow to address deepthroating. What do you think?"

"I can't wait, Diego!" Michael grinned and absent-mindedly caressed his boy's hair.

"Welcome to another episode of the Slave Whisperer! Tonight we return to Michael and his eleven-year-old slave Jeffy. Michael purchased Jeffy two months ago at the Made Slave Auction. Michael had not been able to fully enjoy his slave, but last episode, Diego helped Michael finally realize one of his fantasies."

*the short clip of Michael high-fiving Diego while fully inserted in his little slave is shown at this moment in the voiceover*

"Diego Alejandre, the Slave Whisperer, has twenty-five years of experience in training slaves and their owners. Can he bring happiness to Michael by helping him manage his slave?"

***

After a short recap of the previous episode, the cameras revealed Michael and Diego standing in Michael's kitchen.

"Michael, you had a great success yesterday. The next steps might seem tedious or frustrating. I'm counting on your desire to facefuck your slave to keep you diligent in doing what I show you."

"I'm really motivated, and I'm sure I can do this!"

"Good!" Diego's teeth were very white as he smiled approval. "Are you familiar with slave behavior modification devices?"

"Not really," Michael shook his head. "Just the basic ones we use at the restaurant, but the slaves are pretty much broken in to their tasks by the time we get them."

"That's not a surprise, and Jeffy is generally well-behaved. But the key to making your boyslave into your fuck- and suck-slave is behaviorally based. It's not just an issue of your dick and his anatomy. We need to force Jeffy to engage in behaviors that will make him able to satisfy you. We've set up in the kitchen so we can work at the table.

"The key to making Jeffy into the slave he needs to be is to shape his behavior. When he does the things he needs to do, that will prepare and shape his body for your dick. This involves a few steps. We've already accomplished one goal, though it was the easier one."

Diego described the steps and they were listed on the screen for viewers:

Goal 1: Michael will be able to fuck Jeffy without permanent damage.

Accomplished!

Goal 2: Jeffy will be able to deepthroat Michael's giant dick.

Step 1: Attach behavior modification device

Step 2: Use feedback-linked exercise items to shape behavior

Step 3: Increase duration and size to improve anatomy and skill

In the kitchen, Diego's assistant handed him a small box.

"This is the Rubicon Genital Corrector. It can be used to train slaves in a number of ways, but we'll be using it to make Jeffy into the deepthroater you need him to be," said Diego, as he opened the clearly-labeled box in front of the camera. He took out several small objects and placed them on the table. The camera focused in for a close up. Diego took out a black ball, a tube of gel, a strap, an odd-looking wrench, a syringe, and a few other less-recognizable objects.

"There might seem like a lot of parts, but there are four main aspects of this system. There's the scrotal sphere, the urethral conduit, and the app on your phone that runs it. You can simply use the Corrector with your phone to manage behavior as you see it, but we will also link the system to a sensor – which is the fourth aspect of the system. But first things first," Diego explained.

"This is the scrotal sphere." The first object was a small black ball a little smaller than a pool ball, about two inches [5 cm] in diameter. It was divided into two hemispheres, with a hinge on one side. "This goes on the slave's testicles. You see that it's a little ball when closed," and Diego demonstrated how the device opened and closed, "with an opening on top. The inside of the device has a lining of electroconductive material. The lining will be pressed tightly against the slave's balls." The malleable lining was thick and would leave a small hollow spot in the center. Diego turned the closed ball over and showed two small indentations opposite from the opening. The indentations were right next to each other, one on each side of the seam separating each half of the ball. "I'll show what those are for in a moment. The scrotal sphere has to be sized correctly and this one will work for Jeffy."

"Now this will be uncomfortable and strange for Jeffy, do you think he needs to be strapped down?" Diego wanted to show the boy's master that he valued his opinion on his slave. Diego's magic was not just in handling slaves, it was in giving their masters the confidence and knowledge to be in charge.

"He'll be strong for me, right Jeffy?" Michael said, with a warning glance at the eleven-year-old.

Jeffy looked up at his master. "I'll be strong, sir." His nervousness could be heard in the light voice.

"Jeffy, get on the table on your back with your ass toward me. Lift your legs in the air, and hold them with your hands to keep them there." The frightened boy quickly moved to do as told, fearing Diego's displeasure even more than he feared what this strange device might do. As Jeffy quickly got himself situated, Diego said, "That is correct. Now hold still." Turning to Michael, he said, "Now watch this, it's something you might need to manage in the future during your slave's training."

Michael nodded and watched intently.

The camera zoomed in as Diego took the slave boy's immature scrotum in his left hand. Jeffy's ballsac was completely hairless, of course. The skin was pinkish-white and soft as silk.

Circling his index finger and thumb above the boy's miniature testicles, Diego pulled the slave's balls away from his body. He did this firmly, but not intending to cause pain. With his right hand, Diego took a small strap lying among the other devices and wrapped it around the top of the boy's scrotum. This pressed the testicles into the bottom of the ballsac and constricted the top. The strap had a Velcro strip and Diego just tightened it and left it in place. The kid's balls were now pulled away from his body; the skin stretched over the little testes.

Jeffy grunted and closed his eyes. The pull was was an ache, but not unbearable.

"Next we place the scrotal sphere on him. But first, place this gel on his balls and rub it in. It's antibacterial and will help conduct the current."

Jeffy's eyes widened as he heard this. He had learned little about electricity in his few years in school, but this sounded scary.

After rubbing the clear salve on the boy's tight scrotum, Diego had Michael close the black plastic sphere around the boy's balls and hold it in place. There was an opening in the top for where the scrotum exited and attached to the boy's body. Jeffy grunted as he felt the pressure on his balls. They were being squeezed from all sides.

"Now, that should be tight and the boy should feel it, but it's not intended to be painful… yet. How does it feel, boy?"

"Um… it's tight, sir, but it doesn't, um, hurt too much. Sir." Jeffy remembered to say 'sir' and remain deferential to the stern man. Jeffy actually thought he might be sick, he felt a little nauseated from the squeezing on his balls. He wanted to be strong and brave for his master, though.

Diego then took a special wrench and tightened a small screw that held the two parts of the sphere closed. "Without this wrench, the device can't be removed without destroying it. The sphere is a tough machined ceramic, and can take an enormous amount of abuse."

"Now, let's go wash our hands, Michael." The two men washed up, then returned to the humiliated boy.

Jeffy was still lying on his back on the table, holding his ankles and keeping his legs spread and his ass visible to the world. Jeffy's asshole was red and somewhat bruised. Diego had no doubt that Michael had fucked the slaveboy again last night, maybe more than once. The black ball holding his nuts jutted out below his soft prick. For a moment, Diego had an image of hosting a cooking show – standing in front of the table, showing someone how to prepare a meal. He smiled momentarily, but got right back to business.

Diego then reached for a long, flexible tube that his assistant removed from a sterile wrapping. "This is the urethral conduit. Fortunately, this doesn't need to be re-inserted very often. We've come a long way in catheter technology. Just like the scrotal sphere, this can safely be left in the boy for up to a month at a time with no real risk of infection. The silicone has an antibacterial surface. The urethral conduit isn't just any catheter, of course, and has a number of capabilities we'll see shortly."

"First, we'll lubricate the urethra and then the conduit. This lube has both antibacterial and conductive properties as well." Diego took a syringe with a flexible rubber tip about 4 inches [10 cm] long and the width of a typical mouse cord. He took the boy's two-inch [5 cm] long penis and began to insert the tip into the boy's urethra.

At this, Jeffy began to cry out, "Oh oh! Oh! Please sir!" He had never experienced anything like it in his short life. The syringe's rubber tip stretched the inside of his dick. Jeffy knew he had a urethra, of course, even if he didn't know what it was called. But he'd never been so aware of it before. As Diego pushed the syringe tip inside him, Jeffy felt the burn of his tender piss-tube stretching. It felt like a mean worm pushing and wiggling in places he didn't even know he could feel.

Involuntarily, Jeffy's hands left his legs and tried to protect his little dick.

Diego paused, "Jeffy, you will not move and you will be quiet or your master will punish you. Understand?"

The boy looked into the man's intense stare. "Y…yes sir. But it hurts."

"I know it hurts, that's not of concern to me. Your silence is. Hold your legs."

"Yes sir," the boy said, sniffling. He really had no idea what was being done to him or why. He folded his arms behind his knees to hold his legs in place. He didn't want to risk what Diego or his master might do.

Diego then proceeded to insert the tip of the syringe more deeply into the boy's pisshole. After finding the spot he wanted, he depressed the plunger as he slowly pulled the tip out. This filled the boy's urethra with the thick clear liquid. The boy's breathing was strained, but he remained quiet.

"Now we put the conduit in." Diego removed the syringe and picked up the longer and slightly thicker silicone tube. While still holding the boy's miniature penis, he began to insert it into the pisshole. Jeffy watched with amazement and discomfort as the tube began to disappear into his little dick. The conduit was only a bit larger around than the syringe tip, but Diego inserted it much farther than the syringe had gone. Gel squeezed out of the boy's pisshole around the tube as it went inside the boy.

After several inches had been inserted, urine began to flow out of the metal-tipped end of the conduit and onto the boy's belly. Jeffy panicked, knowing this was going to be trouble.

Diego chuckled at the wide-eyed youngster's fear. "Jeffy didn't do anything wrong, he couldn't have stopped the piss if he wanted to. Now, with old-fashioned catheters we'd inflate a balloon inside his bladder with another syringe, but this is new technology." Holding the catheter and the kid's little dick with one hand, Diego took out his phone and showed it to Michael and the cameras. "I've downloaded the Rubicon app which allows me to control both components of the Genital Corrector. When I tap here, the conduit expands into a small round anchor inside his bladder, but also swells along the whole length of his urethra. This eliminates the risk of a broken balloon or the catheter coming out. You might want to cover your ears…"

Diego tapped the screen of his phone. Jeffy screamed, "Aaaaahhh!" but then made himself stop. The tube in his dick swelled even bigger, stretching him even more. The catheter's width made his urethra quite visible through the underside of his dick. Jeffy's tears continued, and he breathed in shaking gasps, but he didn't yell again. He also continued to hold his legs.

"He'll get used to it, and the catheter has pressure sensors along its length. It will never expand too much." Looking at the screen, Diego said, "Looks like it's about 6.5 millimeters [¼ inch] most of the length. That's a good stretch for an eleven-year-old!"

Diego washed his hands again – most of the handwashing would be edited out, but the screen would be captioned to remind owners about basic cleanliness.

Michael was fascinated and excited. "I'm not sure how this helps me facefuck him, but doing things like this to Jeffy might be enough!" The cameramen made sure to get shots of tall man's crotch. While his massive cock was under his jeans and underwear, the sheer size and hardness of his erection made it obvious. It stretched across the front of his jeans like a cucumber. The fact that it pulsed and throbbed made it clear Michael wasn't shoplifting vegetables, though.

"I'm glad you enjoy this, Michael!"

Michael blushed again, but nodded and said, "Yeah, it's pretty hot."

"We've just got one step left; we need to link the conduit and the sphere." There was a short segment of the conduit remaining outside Jeffy's piss slit. The end of the conduit was capped with a small metal cover with a small opening that Jeffy's piss had flowed through. Diego took the tip of the conduit and pressed it to one of the small indentations on the bottom of the sphere. There was an audible "click".

"The conduit ends with a sophisticated valve. The sphere and the conduit are now linked together as one device. They can't be separated unless you enter the command in the controlling app."

Jeffy's dick was now curved over the front of the scrotal sphere, held in place by the taut catheter running through his urethra. It wasn't extremely tight, and Diego showed Jeffy how to pull the sphere higher to slide a finger between his little boy cock and the smooth ball. "He can keep that clean with just a little soap and water," he explained to Michael.

"The Rubicon Genital Corrector now controls quite a few things about your little slave. You can decide whether or not he can piss. When his piss is released, it will come out of the bottom of the scrotal sphere, through the valve right next to where the conduit is attached.

"The conduit can be expanded more which will cause pain by stretching his pisstube. The lining of the sphere can also be expanded which will crush his little cojones. Both the conduit and sphere can heat up and cool down significantly. They can transmit electricity to the surface of the slave's ballsac and the inside of his urethra. They can also transmit electricity through the boy's body between his urethra and his balls."

"Wow," was all Michael could muster, while Jeffy looked even more wild-eyed than before.

"What's important for our plan is that these punishments can be programmed and linked to other devices. Let me introduce you to a Rubicon Training Dildo." Diego set a dildo on the counter while Michael and Jeffy looked on with surprise, anticipation, and fear – different amounts of each for master and slave, of course. Diego said, "I'll explain how all this works…"

Jeffy had been miserable since the Slave Whisperer's visits two weeks ago. Getting regularly fucked by his owner's nine inch [23 cm], hugely thick dick contributed less to his misery than he might have predicted though. Michael often fucked Jeffy more than twice a day, and typically pounded him for much longer than the few minutes he'd lasted the first time. It was always somewhat painful, and fairly uncomfortable, but not usually as bad as the first time. As always, boys are resilient, and Jeffy even began to enjoy some aspects of the frequent dickings. Michael had become really affectionate, and not just after sex when he'd untie the boy, kiss him, and call him "my sweet bro".

Jeffy's little cock would even chub up sometimes when he got fucked, which Michael loved. A real erection was impossible for now, though, and that was frustrating. The Rubicon device on his balls and in his dick wouldn't let him get fully hard. And he could pee only when Michael used his phone app to open the valve (or when it was scheduled to happen).

Jeffy still didn't like licking off his owner's cock after sex, but it really wasn't much more than cum, lube, and ass-mucus, after all. It seemed like he had an enema hose up his ass several times a day now, so cleaning the giant dick after sex wasn't as disgusting as it might have been.

No, most of Jeffy's misery had another source.

At the moment, Jeffy was in Michael's combination laundry/workout room. The walls were white, the floor a neutral gray, and it lacked any real decoration. It was not a large room, but it had a fair amount of different equipment inside. There was a stacked washer and dryer with a shelf to fold clothes next to them, a treadmill, a weight bench with some free weights, and a utility closet that had been converted to a small shower and toilet. Under the folding shelf was a thin mat about the size of medium dog bed and a timed slave chow dispenser. There was a glass brick window high on the wall that let in daylight but allowed no real view of the outside. There was a sound system that Michael could run using his smartphone. Luckily for Jeffy, Michael generally put the radio on a local 'frat rock' station during the day.

There was one additional piece of equipment in the middle of the room that Jeffy was quite familiar with. At the moment, he was on his hands and knees on it; a thinly-padded platform four feet long and two feet wide [120x60 cm]. The platform was about eighteen inches [40 cm] high. The boy wasn't attached to the platform, but there was no real danger that he would try to leave. The eleven-year-old wore a blue ballcap backwards with "Big Mike's lil bro" emblazoned in large cursive letters above the bill. A short tuft of Jeffy's brown hair hung out above the cap's size adjuster on his forehead. Michael had put the cap, a new gift that had just arrived a few days ago, on his slave before he left. "Have a good workout, little bro. I'll see you after work," with a kiss on the boy's cheek.

Jeffy had his freckled face impaled on a fairly large dildo mounted horizontally, mouth-high, on a column rising from one end of the platform. Though it wasn't as large as his master's dick, the dildo was sizable – about six inches [15 cm] in circumference and seven inches [18 cm] long. Jeffy was deepthroating the dildo to the base, his chin resting against the artificial but realistic scrotum.

The strain of pushing the dildo down his throat made his body rebel. Thick mucus-y drool cascaded from his lips and pooled below him on the platform. He no longer bothered to wipe his chin during his deepthroat workouts, though he would wipe away the snot that occasionally flowed over his septum ring. Sometimes he would gag severely. Jeffy hated when this happened as he would have to try to force his throat to calm so he could hold the dick deep in his gullet. Thankfully, this happened less often now, just as with each of the smaller dildos that preceded this one.

Because the dildo was too big to breathe around, the naked boy would draw back occasionally in order to inhale the oxygen his body desperately craved. He was careful to keep at least the head of the fake dick in his mouth even when he pulled back for breath. He had learned the hard way the penalty for pulling completely away from the dildo.

The Rubicon Training Dildo Jeffy was trying to hold inside his throat was a sophisticated device. The dildo was quite realistic in texture and even taste, but just under the skin of the dildo were pressure and temperature sensors that detected just how much of the dildo was held in the boy's mouth. On its current setting, Jeffy had to hold the entire fake penis in his mouth and throat for at least 45 seconds.

Failure to deepthroat long enough would lead to an escalating series of punishments from the Rubicon Genital Corrector. After deepthroating for 45 seconds, he could pull back for about 3 seconds. If he did not again work the dildo down his throat to its full extent after those 3 seconds, the pain would begin. Failing to keep at least the head of the fake penis in his mouth at all times would also result in a traumatic reminder of his master's expectations. Jeffy had quickly learned that he much preferred the gagging, drooling, and fatigue in his throat and mouth to the punishment. Any scraping of his teeth on the dildo would also lead to a warning pulse that would become excruciating until the offending behavior stopped.

And he never could predict what the punishment might be. The tube in his urethra might swell or heat up painfully or get so cold it hurt. Electricity might jolt along his urethra or between his dick and his balls. The lining of the scrotal device might inflate to crush his balls, or burn or freeze his tender ballsac just like the tube in his dick. Usually it would be some combination of the possibilities. It was always immediately painful and quickly unendurable as the intensity of the sensations would increase for non-compliance.

So for 90 minutes at a time, four times a day for the last two weeks, Jeffy was placed on the platform and the device turned on. Three of the daily sessions happened while Michael was at work (at 8:00am, 11:00am, and 2:00pm), with 90 minute breaks between.

During his breaks, Jeffy would wipe down the platform, do laundry if there was any, run on the treadmill, eat slave chow when the timed dispenser released some, and, in the afternoon, give himself an enema and then take his allowed nap on a mat on the floor. He was desperately glad for the radio – he'd even sing along sometimes when not deepthroating.

Jeffy knew the urine valve on the Rubicon Genital Corrector would open one minute after each deepthroating session, so he always hurried over to the toilet first thing. It was such a relief to feel the piss drain, as his bladder filled during the sessions. Diego told Michael that the Rubicon device would never let so much pressure build that kidney damage would result. That had been little comfort to Jeffy, who hadn't known that kidney damage was even a possibility. The experience of a full bladder he couldn't relieve was distressing enough for the slaveboy.

One might have thought that a full bladder wouldn't be a problem. Jeffy lost a lot of fluid through sweating, tearing eyes, flowing snot, and drooling saliva and throat-mucus. To keep him fully hydrated, the dildo occasionally injected water (with a thickener added) right down his esophagus. This was always timed to when the dildo was fully sheathed in the boy's throat to prevent him aspirating the thick fluid.

The last session of the day happened when Michael was home for the night, though if he went out with his buddies he'd put Jeffy in the room until he returned. Weekends were the same except Michael might be home at any time.

The first dildos were relatively small, and Jeffy could accommodate them easily enough. Every couple of days a larger Rubicon Training Dildo was attached to the column. On the first day of a larger dildo, the deepthroating time was dropped to a few seconds, then gradually increased until it was 45 seconds in the evening. The second day would be the 45 second cycle all day long.

As Diego had promised, this was enabling Jeffy to deepthroat successively larger dicks. Michael loved to watch. He had calculated that with the current 45s/3s setting, Jeffy spent about five and half hours a day with a dildo buried in his throat. At work, Michael often used his phone to watch the video feed provided by the newly installed cameras surrounding the platform.

Jeffy actually had to concentrate on what he was doing at the beginning of sessions, but eventually he'd fall into a rhythm and start to daydream. He often thought about his friends, and wondered if they'd seen his episodes of The Slave Whisperer. While he was horrified by the shame, he also kind of hoped they remembered him. He thought of playing silly card games, lying on the living room floor with his little terrier 'Joe-joe', and the superhero pajamas that he'd decided he was too grown-up for just a few months ago. Now he wished he'd worn the pajamas as long as he could. He avoided thinking about his family, that ache was too painful.

Right now, Jeffy was thinking about something that had happened a little over a week ago.

***

Michael was spooned with Jeffy after an especially rough fuck. They had lain together for ten minutes when out of nowhere Jeffy began to sob. Michael turned the boy so they were lying face to face. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?"

Jeffy was crying so hard that he had getting his words out. "I… I… thought you were liking it. Th… then you sl…apped me… Wh…what d…did I do wrong, Master?"

"Aw, poor thing…" then Michael chuckled tenderly. He raised up on an elbow and stroked the little boy's cheek to calm him. The red handprint had begun to fade. "You've been worried about that since we fucked?"

Jeffy nodded tearfully.

"You didn't do anything wrong, little guy. It just turned me on to slap you right then. Fucking you is so great and that just made it even better for me. I'll always tell you if I'm punishing you for doing something wrong. That was just me having fun, okay?"

Jeffy had trouble understanding this, but said, "Okay, Master."

"Hey, I know something that will make you feel better. I'll always be your owner and your master, and you should always say at least 'sir' when you speak to me, but I want you to call me 'Big Mike', okay? Everyone else has to call me Michael, but only my little brother gets to call me 'Big Mike'."

"Yes, Big Mike, sir."

"Good boy. I like you calling me that. There may be times I hurt you a little because it turns me on, so you've gotta be strong for your big brother, okay? You gotta man up for me. You may be my little pussy, but that doesn't mean you get to be a wimp."

"Yes, Big Mike, sir."

"You're a good kid." Michael kissed his boy tenderly on his forehead and then smiled warmly. "Hey, I know you're probably thirsty after that wild fuck, and I need to piss like you wouldn't believe. Get on down there and drain your bro's monster, okay?"

"Yes, Big Mike, sir."

***

Jeffy's mouth and throat muscles were sore all the time, even when he wasn't doing his deepthroat workout. Diego had recommended a regular course of anti-inflammatory medication. He also encouraged frequent aerobic exercise, to help Jeffy develop better lung capacity and oxygen intake. Jeffy ran on the treadmill during breaks.

Michael also took Jeffy running through the neighborhood. Jeffy only wore running shoes, his new 'lil bro' cap, and a jock to keep the Rubicon device from swinging too much when Michael took him on runs. The eleven-year-old struggled to keep up with the 6'3" [1.90 m] athlete as Michael shouted encouragement: "Come on, faster! Don't be a pussy! You gotta do this for me, Jeffy. Push through the pain. You never thought you'd get my dick up your asshole, you can do more than you think! Don't you want to be a better little fuck and suck boy for your big bro?"

Jeffy was deeply embarrassed his public near-nudity at first. But he noticed that Michael watched the people they'd see. When someone looked at Jeffy with appreciation or lust, Michael would grin. Jeffy began to realize that Michael was showing him off. Michael was proud of him.

***

Michael sometimes liked to play unfair games. He would take naked Jeffy into the back yard, toss a football at him, and challenge him to run to the storage shed without getting tackled. Jeffy would do his very best, but inevitably the big athlete would get his arms around the eighty-pound [36 kg] boy and fall on top of him, crushing him to the ground. It didn't seem like much of a game and Jeffy had gotten a few bruises from it, but Michael would praise him if he managed to dodge a couple of times. "It's really good that you kept trying, bro."

Even though he could be cruel for reasons Jeffy didn't understand, Michael's happiness and sexual satisfaction had also spilled over into warmth and affection for his slave. A few times during dinner, sitting on the floor next to Michael's feet, Jeffy had been surprised when his master tore off a bite of cheeseburger and fed it to him. Though it happened rarely, the rich flavor of real food felt like paradise.

Jeffy also found himself looking forward to Michael returning from work. Part of it was that he was terribly lonely during the day. During the week, Jeffy was locked in the laundry/workout room the whole time Michael was working. But he also craved the physical affection that Michael regularly gave him. Even roughhousing was often welcome physical contact. The pain and discomfort of being fucked by the massive cock, something he had been sure he'd never be able to endure, was made more bearable by knowing that his owner was happy being with him. Jeffy was starting to believe that he was special to his Big Mike.

***

The door to the laundry/workout room opened and Michael walked in. "Hey little bro, I decided to come home for lunch. I've been watching you, and I needed to see you!" Jeffy grunted around the dildo, hoping that was an adequate greeting for his master.

Michael had agreed to delay oral sex until Diego and The Slave Whisperer camera crew returned, but he got incredibly excited checking out his slave's deepthroat workout on his phone at work. Today he decided it was worth it to drive the fifteen minutes home, even if it meant he'd use up his whole lunch break getting home and back.

Michael stood next to Jeffy's head and pulled down the front of his pants. Out fell his fat dick. Michael started to stroke, his other hand on top of Jeffy's head for balance. Despite the distraction, Jeffy kept working, the Rubicon device wouldn't let him do anything else.

Jeffy was 45 seconds on, 3 seconds off as his master watched him and jacked. After about 5 minutes of this, Michael let out a quiet "unh".

Jeffy's next 45 seconds were up so he pulled back to breathe. When he had pulled back on the dildo all the way to the head, Michael moaned, "Oh fuck…" and shot his thick cocksnot on the exposed length of the dildo. He then watched as Jeffy's lips slid back up over the fake dick, consuming his seed. "Yeah, little bro, eat that up."

After a short pause, "Okay, gotta get back, seeya tonight."

"Welcome to another episode of the Slave Whisperer! Tonight we return to Michael and his eleven-year-old slave Jeffy. Michael purchased Jeffy a few months ago at the Made Slave Auction. Michael had not been happy with his slave, but Diego helped Michael train Jeffy to meet his needs."

*the short clip of Michael high-fiving Diego while fully inserted in his little slave is shown at this moment in the voiceover*

"Now Diego returns after three weeks to see if his work has had the results Michael wants."

"Diego Alejandre, the Slave Whisperer, has twenty-five years of experience in training slaves and their owners. Can he bring happiness to Michael by helping him manage his slave?"

***

After a short recap of the previous episode, the cameras showed Diego returning to the now-familiar bungalow. Michael, grinning widely, opened the door and shook the shorter man's hand. The two men entered the living room.

"Michael, how are things going?"

"Really great, Diego, just great!"

"I'm glad to hear it. Tell about what's changed with you and Jeffy."

"Before you came, I was really beating myself up over buying him, and I almost decided to sell him. Now that I can really use him the way I'd wanted to…" Michael actually choked up, "…the way I'd dreamed of doing, really… we're really bonding now. It's great!"

"As you know, I sometimes do a lot of work getting masters to change their expectations of their slaves. I help them figure out how to really take mastery. Sometimes masters' behaviors really undermine what they want out of their slaves. I had a feeling that I wouldn't need to do any of that for you if we could make your slave sexually available to you. He's become the little brother sex slave you wanted?"

"He really has. You want to see Jeffy? He's just finishing up on the deepthroater."

As Diego and Michael entered the laundry/workout room, the camera panned to show Jeffy on his hands and knees, face impaled on an even larger dildo. He looked wild-eyed and shaky. The quick-witted camera operator focused in, showing that the viscous saliva hanging from the boy's chin was tinged with pink, and there was a small white object lying in a reddish puddle below.

"What's this? Go ahead and pause the training cycle, Michael." After Michael tapped the app on his phone, Jeffy backed up to pull off the dildo. The thick column could be seen leaving his throat and the boy gasped with relief as his stretched lips relaxed.

"I didn't know it was loose, sir! I promise!" The boy's voice was hoarse.

Diego held the boy's molar up to the camera, as both men laughed with surprise.

"He's just lost a baby tooth, that's all," Diego said. "Show us, boy." Diego pulled the boy's head against his own golf-shirt-covered belly with one hand and pulled his cheek back with the other. The camera zoomed to show the gap in Jeffy's teeth – a molar on the bottom.

"When did it come out?" asked Michael.

"About half an hour ago, sir!"

Both men's laughter was genuine and ongoing, and Michael adjusted himself in his pants.

***

The crew took a brief break as Michael directed Jeffy to clean himself up. This time, Diego sat in the living room chair while Michael took the couch. Jeffy knelt between Michael's knees, facing Diego but with his head down, of course. When Diego saw that Jeffy and Michael were ready, he nodded for filming to begin again.

"Okay, let's talk about how the last three weeks have been."

"It's been great, Diego. Jeffy's really made great progress. I watched the stats on the Rubicon app and saw what you predicted. He had a hard time each time we went up a size on the dildo, but he eventually adjusted. This last one is almost my size. I never would have believed it was possible. You're a miracle worker!"

"That's very good progress, Michael. And how has sex been otherwise?"

"Couldn't be better! I fuck him all the time. I know it's still painful for him…"

"There's no way it couldn't be!" Diego laughed.

Michael blushed as he laughed in response. He was far less shy than when he first met Diego, but he remained a modest guy. He was proud of his big dick but he knew it was an accident of nature, not the result of any effort on his part. Michael's family and friends all valued his level-headedness and easy kindness. His new joy in his slave didn't change that part of him.

"Even though it's still painful, he takes it like a trooper." Michael tousled his boy's short brown hair with affection. "And I never get tired of fucking myself into him!"

"I'm glad. And are you happy with him as your little brother slaveboy?"

"Oh yeah! I can't tell you how great it's been, Diego. You really helped my dream come true. I know the problem wasn't really Jeffy… well, other than him not being able to take my dick… It was really that I was so disappointed that my hopes and dreams for my little bro hadn't worked out. But now, it's all clicked."

"But you've avoided oral sex until now?"

"Oh yeah, other than him licking me clean or swallowing my piss, nothing oral at all."

"Ready for the real test?"

Michael knew this was coming. He'd been embarrassed about nudity and sex on camera before, of course, but he'd watched the video of himself fucking Jeffy over and over. He found it a huge turnon and was ready, even eager, to expose himself again. Part of his excitement was pride. He wanted to show off just how far his new little bro had come.

***

The crew brought a stool into the living room for Michael to sit on. This would allow the cameras to more easily capture more angles. Diego had suggested keeping Jeffy on his hands and knees so that it would more closely match his training stance. Diego also recommended removing the Rubicon Genital Corrector for the first time since it had been put on three weeks ago. "You want to clean it at least once a month, and this is a good time to take care of that." Under Diego's supervision, Michael removed both the urethral conduit and the scrotal sphere from Jeffy's little genitals. Jeffy trembled and moaned quietly as the silicone tube was pulled from his penis. Though he really wanted to, he knew better than to hold his little cock and balls.

"Okay, let's get started," Diego encouraged.

***

Jeffy's lips were stretched obscenely around the giant cock. He pushed his mouth and throat over the dick as he had been trained to do, but his master was eager. Michael leaned over the boy, scooting forward a bit on the stool and shoving his dick into the boy's mouth, over his tongue, past his palate and down his throat. There was still an inch of Michael's monster outside of him.

The camera man made sure to zoom in to see the kid's throat stretched by the thick dick. Jeffy was unable to turn his head, but his eyes moved to the camera, knowing that everyone watching the show could see his submission and helplessness. Tears spilled down his cheeks. The tears were a reflex. The kid was not crying from shame, though he was deeply ashamed. Just a couple of months ago he had been in Mr. Reynold's class, worried if he'd done his homework right.

"Unh uh, lil bro. Look at me." Jeffy quickly turned his wet eyes to look up at Michael. "That's right, bro. Look me in the eyes when you worship my cock. Show me how much you love having me inside your little body."

Michael put his right hand on the back of Jeffy's head, as the camera was to their left. He pulled the little slave's head tight to his crotch, engulfing the last inch of thick cock inside the boy. Jeffy's throat spasmed, but the slave overcame it.

"Fuck!!" cried Michael. "He's squeezing my dick inside his throat! That's fucking fantastic! I own you, little shit! You're the best baby brother a man could have!" Michael held the little skull tight for thirty seconds, then let Jeffy pull away enough to breathe.

The boy sucked air through his nostrils, mouth still full of Michael's glans. After a few moments, the slave slid his mouth forward over the giant meat as he knew to do. This continued for a while. Michael loved the feel of his dick buried in his slave's head/mouth/throat/neck. It was different, less soft but more wet, than being up the boy's ass. Finally, Michael tired of just resting inside the kid. He wanted to fuck!

"Get on your hands and knees on the couch, little puss!" Jeffy scrambled to move as fast as he could. As he did so, both Diego and Michael saw Jeffy's three-inch [7 cm] erection. "Whoa, bro! I knew you'd start to get off on this!"

Putting Jeffy on the couch let Michael stand without bending so he could fuck Jeffy's face. This was different than Jeffy had expected. He had been trained to deepthroat in a methodical, fairly slow manner. Michael fucked his throat just like he fucked his ass. Clamping the boy's head in both hands, he'd pull him tight to his crotch, smashing Jeffy's freckled nose into his pubes. Then he'd adjust his grip and grab the eleven-year-old's brown hair with one hand and long-dick in and out. Throat-snot poured out of the boy's nose and mouth at each outstroke. The clear mucus and saliva hung from the kid's septum ring and chin and then pooled on the floor. Jeffy struggled to keep his airways clear.

Diego and the camera crew just stood back to capture everything. The reality show host was very happy. Michael and Jeffy were again giving them great TV.

Looking at the drool covering his slave's chin, Michael had a flash of brilliance. "I'm gonna fuck him, Diego," he said, not asking. Michael was beyond directing at this point. He pulled out, told the slave to turn around, and pushed his slime-coated dick into the kid's still-tight hairless ass. In one steady thrust he buried the giant dick all the way inside the boy's guts. "Oh yeah! I got you at every turn, bro! Take me, Jeffy!"

Jeffy gasped with shock, he wasn't expecting the fuck along with the deepthroating. He flushed with the stretch of the massive prick. Luckily, he'd made enough oral lube to ease the passage. The boy grunted with each deep stroke, then cried out when Michael slapped his ass several times.

After a few minutes, Michael pulled out of the still-gaping asshole and told his little bro to turn around again. "Okay, back in we go, Jeffy. I'm going to cum in your mouth after I facefuck you a little more. You've done such a good job that I'm gonna let you jack yourself, bro."

Jeffy spread his jaws again and felt the monster dick stretch his neck once more. Jeffy was ambivalent about masturbating himself. While he was so glad to have his dick and balls free of the fiendish device for the first time in three weeks, his erection was really more of a reflex than actual sexual excitement at being used by his master. But there was no mistaking that the 'permission' was really an order. Big Mike would be hurt and angry if Jeffy didn't get off on him.

The dick worked in and out of his mouth. Jeffy looked into his new big brother's eyes and realized that he wanted to please him, to make him happy. In part, this was because when Big Mike was happy, he was kinder to Jeffy. Jeffy also realized he wanted someone to love him and care for him and this was how his big brother showed affection. Jeffy held himself up on his left hand, and grasped his three-inch [7 cm] hardon and jacked himself. He came after just a few moments of this. Though there was no semen, his spasming body made the kid's orgasm clear to Michael and Diego.

"Oh yeah, little bro! Cum for your Big Mike and I'll cum for you!" Michael pulled back so only the head of his dick remained in Jeffy's mouth. His cum shot over the little boy's tongue. "Don't swallow yet, bro, I wanna see." Michael knelt, his face just inches from his slave's face.

The sweaty slaveboy, red handprints on his ass, tear-tracks on his face, and copious throat mucus on his asshole and mouth, opened his mouth and showed his master's valuable jism on his tongue and teeth.

"Good fuckin' boy, Jeffy. Now swallow," Michael said as he stroked his little bro's wet hair.

***

While the master and slave cleaned up and the camera crew straightened up the living room, Diego visited the show's trailer parked outside. He needed to relieve the erection that watching the young jock and his slave had created. Luckily, The Slave Whisperer always had a number of slaves on hand for just such a purpose. Diego fucked a manacled nine-year-old blond for fifteen minutes and then took a very brief nap.

***

Everyone reassembled in Michael's living room. Michael was freshly showered and Jeffy again kneeling beside his master's leg.

"Diego, I can't even explain… It all came true for me and you're the reason."

"I knew you could have the sex slave little brother you've always wanted, Michael. I'm glad that we could help that happen. I'm interested in how things are going to be going forward for you."

"I think I'm going to keep Jeffy on the deepthroating exercises. They give him something to do when I'm working and they're fucking hot to see. I also like his hoarse little boy voice. That means I'll keep using the Rubicon Genital Corrector, but I'll let him rub one out every once in a while. I don't have to worry about milking him yet since he can't shoot yet. I don't think a big brother should be playing with his kid brother's dink anyway, but I like that he gets off on me using him."

Diego looked serious. "That reminds me. There's something we haven't really talked about, but finding Jeffy's tooth earlier reminded me we should have this discussion. Jeffy's maturing, but I know you really want him to keep him in the role of a little brother. Have you thought about having Jeffy cessated?" Diego was not wholly honest here. The Slave Whisperer's producers had asked Michael whether he was going to have Jeffy cessated before he'd ever met Diego. However, they had explained to Michael that it made better TV if discussions appeared unscripted.

"I have, but I'll be honest. I make okay money, but I have my house and car, and Jeffy wasn't cheap. I can afford the ongoing maintenance of cessation, no problem, but it's the initial procedure that's a little out of my reach. I've budgeted it out, and I think in few more months I can swing it. I just hope I can stop his aging before he starts making cum."

Diego smiled his gleaming smile at Michael. The excitement of his good news shone in his eyes. "I can see how important Jeffy is to you. He's not just a slave, he needs to be your permanent kid brother. There's no replacing that. We see that you can fuck him, you can facefuck him, and he can take it all at this age and size. I'd like to pay for the initial cessation procedure. What do you think? He'd be eleven for the rest of his life."

"Oh my god, Diego! I feel like I should say you shouldn't, but it'd be so great to stop him before he develops any more. You're the best! I… I don't even know what to say! Thank you so much!" Michael knew that The Slave Whisperer sometimes helped pay for things, but he assumed that the Rubicon equipment was all he would get, and he was quite grateful for that. But this was amazing and Michael was truly shocked.

Michael hugged Diego, which really emphasized the difference in the two men's sizes. Then Michael (and the cameras) turned to Jeffy. "You're going to be my little kid bro sex slave forever, Jeffy! What do you say?"

Jeffy looked up at his young blond master, still dazed. The boy's face was still red and tear-stained. "Thank you Big Mike, and Master Diego, sirs," he managed to choke out. Then real tears began to flow as he hugged his big bro's knee.

The End