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  "This showing will be important for us, Trainer. All of them are, but I've been curious to see if the down turn in the economy will affect us very much, and this should help us find out. I want the two guest rooms on the northwest corner prepared so each of our buyers can have their usual fun and inspections. I have high hopes for both of the clients, they come well recommended by some former customers, so let's do our best."

  "Everything will be ready Sir, and it will all go smoothly. We have some good stock, and if they're serious buyers I think they'll find something they like."

  "Well that's why I like to keep some variety in our slaves. I know one of the buyers is looking for a slave he can feminize and I think we have several good prospects for that. It would require some cosmetic surgery, but that will only add to the cost, so it's no problem. The other one is a bit more of a puzzle. He certainly has the ability to buy whatever he wants, but he's keeping that pretty close to the vest. All I know is that the gentleman who referred him spoke very highly of him and thinks we are just what he's been looking for. We'll see."

  "Anyway, I've got to get the rest of this paper work done before I have to leave for the charity event tonight, would you send a slave in, I need to take a piss, and plan on leaving him here for awhile. I might as well enjoy some good head while I suffer through this mess," he said with a grin.

  "Sure thing Sir, I'll take care of it right away, and don't worry about the eighteenth. It'll go great, I promise." With that Trainer rose from his chair and walked out of the well appointed room. As he closed the door he popped his cell out and called Martin. "Martin, Trainer here, who have you got available to service the Doc?"

  "I can have almost anyone you want there in just a couple of minutes," Martin responded eagerly, always wanting to impress Trainer with his ability.

  "Then get 104 over here quick as you can. The Doc needs to take a piss and then wants some relaxation while he finishes his work."

  "Sure thing Sir, I'll have him there in no time. Do you want me to plan on staying with the slave?"

  "No need, just cuff his hands behind his back. Hell, that fag loves giving head, we probably don't even need to restrain him, but do it anyway."

  "I'll take care of it right away Sir."

  And with that Trainer started making mental notes about what all needed to be done to get ready for the eighteenth. The Doctor depended on him, and Trainer wanted to show him the he was, in fact, indispensable, worthy of becoming a partner.

  * * *

  The slaves quickly began to realize that something was up. Some of the ones who had been in captivity longer started sensing the place was being prepared for buyers. It had been about a month since the last buyer came, some Arab from the Mideast. He bought 106, a beautiful Nordic young man. He had only been recently captured and some of the slaves were a bit surprised that he would be sold so quickly, but the Arab loved the blond hair and blue eyes. A couple of the slaves overheard one of the Bosses say a few days after the sale that the buyer hadn't been concerned too much about the training because he had trainers back home. What the slaves noticed was the look of terror in 106's eyes after he was brought back from his inspection visit with the Arab. He never really had a chance to say what had happened because Trainer had muzzled him, but he was really shaken when he was brought back to his cell. He cried most of that night, and the Bosses came and put him in chains the next morning, and that was the last he'd been seen.

  That was the reality that was staring all of them in the face, but it was made more real when they could sense another buyer was coming. Who would be taken this time, where would they be taken, and what kind of life would be waiting for them when they got there? Questions that none of them had answers for, so the tension began to grow in the cell block. Maybe it was just as well that the activity level was increased getting everything ready, taking time away from pondering too many questions.

  For a couple of days most of the slaves spent almost every waking hour either exercising, cleaning the compound, or being groomed for presentation. Some of the newer slaves, who had been in captivity less than three months, were each given a special session with Trainer. It was one each of them would remember while the buyer was visiting, which after all, was the point.

  115 was one of the first to be taken into that terrifying room again. Two Bosses came to get him, restrained him, and then marched him to the room. As soon as he saw which door he was being taken to, he began to plead for them not to do this. He remembered the last time he had been in that room, suspended, seeing his stuff on the floor, but worst, he remembered the beating he had received from Trainer. "Please," he begged the Bosses, "please, don't do this to me again, please, I haven't done anything wrong." But no one was listening to him, he had noticed that happened a lot in Hell.

  As they entered the room, 115 immediately noticed that it was slightly different. There was a metal table with a lot of straps attached to it, sitting in the middle of the room, where he had hung for the beating. Trainer was standing near the table, and it was the first time 115 had seen him dressed in leather the way he was. He had to admit, Trainer was beautiful, but also even more terrifying than usual. Leather straps wrapped around his torso, highlighting his physique. Some of the straps reached down and ended in a cock ring which caused his already large cock to be even more prominent. But what terrified 115 the most was the fact that Trainer was smiling at him, only the smile didn't seem to hold any friendliness in it.

  "Gentlemen, gentlemen," Trainer said as the Bosses marched 115 into the room. "I didn't intend for you to be so rough with 115 today. After all, that's the point of the lesson today isn't it," he said still sporting that faux smile. "Besides, 115 and I may not even need this lesson today, he's been working hard, and I think we've come to an understanding. Haven't we 115?"

  "Yes Sir, yes sir," 115 responded, grabbing on to the faint hope that maybe the Bosses had brought him into this room by mistake, maybe they would take him out now, maybe Trainer meant what he said.

  "But as long as he's here, he could help me out, if he's willing. I've been working here and need to take a piss, but don't want to have to find the pissboy today. Maybe if 115 could do that for me, I could get back to my work, and he could get back to his. But I don't want him to be forced by anyone, he's not the pissboy today. What do you say 115, could you help me out?'

  With that the Bosses released 115, and he knew what he had to do if he had any hope of getting out of here quickly. He meekly walked over to Trainer, fell on his knees, moved his head within inches of Trainer's cock, tilted his head back, opened his mouth and waited patiently for Trainer to use him as a toilet. He hated this as much as anything he was forced to do, but he'd rather drink a river of piss than be beaten in this room again.

  Trainer looked down at 115 and let him wait awhile. After all, why rush something that a slave hates........draw it out, Trainer was very good at his job. As he looked into 115's eyes, 115 could see the dark spirit in this man despite the smile he wore on his face, but he waited patiently, knowing there was no alternative. Finally, Trainer placed the head of his dick into his mouth, waited a moment longer, then let loose his stream of golden piss. 115 struggled to swallow fast enough so that none would fall out of his mouth. He had learned that Trainer especially, didn't like it if a slave lost any of his piss. He gulped and gulped as quickly as he could, taking every drop from Trainer's cock. When the stream began to slow, 115 waited patiently for the last few squirts that always seemed to be there, then used his tongue to lick off the last drop hanging from Trainer's piss slit. He submissively continued to lick the source of the piss until Trainer stepped away.

  "Good boy, I see your couple of days as the pissboy have paid off, you're doing a much better job making a man's piss an enjoyable experience, and that's one of the functions of a good slave." 115 was actually surprised that he felt pride in the praise he was receiving, and he wasn't prepared for that emotion to be connected with anything that was being done to him in thi
s place.

  "Now you've probably noticed a lot of activity the last couple of days," Trainer said as if he was patiently teaching a student. The reason for it is that we're expecting a couple of buyers here in a few days, and we like to have everything ready for our buyers, and that especially includes the slaves. After all, you're what we're all about around here, that's why we try to take such good care of you," Trainer said as he continued to smile at 115, making it sound like he was at a spa where he was the fortunate object of all the attention. Only this was no spa, and 115 knew it. He began to get scared, wondering what was coming.

  "And one of the things we're especially concerned about with our slaves is that they be completely ready for our buyers when they get here. Usually a good beating would remind them of their place and their function, but we don't like to mark up the merchandise just before it's to be inspected. However, we've found there are other ways to impress upon our slaves that if they misbehave in any way while our valued customers are here, the consequences will be quite severe."

  As Trainer finished his statement he held his face close to 115's face and was looking straight into his eyes. "So to impress on our newer slaves especially, how important this is, we like to visit with each of them separately," he said as if he was talking about simply dusting a few shelves before a store opened. Only 115 suspected his meaning was much darker.

  "Now, gentlemen, if you please," Trainer said with steel in his voice, without ever losing eye contact with 115. Immediately, 115 felt the two Bosses grab him by his shoulders and biceps, and lead him to the table. They quickly and professionally put him on his back and tied him down on the table. Within a few minutes he was completely restrained on the table, unable to move at all. His wrists and ankles were tied to the table, but there were also additional straps placed tightly over his chest, abdomen, thighs and arms. There was even a strap that had been placed over his forehead which locked his head into position. He could not remember ever being so completely restrained before, and he was terrified.

  "The lesson you are here to learn today boy is that I don't have to leave marks to impress upon a slave that if he displeases me the consequences will be terrible. Nothing about your status has changed boy, in fact, our expectations of your servitude have only grown. When our buyers are here, our slaves show them nothing but complete obedience. We have already discussed with them what they may do, so anything they demand of you, you will do without hesitation or question. Do I make myself clear boy?"

  "Yes Sir, 115 responded with desperation in his voice, "I'll be good, I'll do whatever I'm told."

  "Well that's certainly encouraging to here," Trainer responded with a false comradary, "but you'll forgive me if I'm not completely convinced of your determination to be a good slave after only a couple of weeks with us here. It occurs to me that you might try saying something to one of the buyers to try and get word out, or a plea for help. Which, Trainer said as he began to chuckle, would all be completely wasted on these gentlemen since it's their desire which gives meaning to this place. But, we can't expect a new slave to understand all of that yet, and we don't want to be embarrassed by your ignorance. So we bring you in here to spend a little time with you personally, so you'll better understand our expectations."

  115 was now terrified. He had already learned that when Trainer is trying to sound quite and reasonable, terrible things were about to happen, and he was right in this case.

  "If you think I can't make your miserable little life a living Hell, without even laying a finger on you, you are sadly mistaken," Trainer growled into 115's ear. I can make you writhe in pain without touching you and without leaving a mark of any kind on you, you piece of shit. When you're with one of our valued customers I want you to remember that, and I want you to remember that once they leave, I'll be under no such constraints and will gladly bring you back into this room and beat you to death. Do you understand me boy?"

  115 was shaking with fear and had started crying, knowing that there was no limit to what this man would willingly do to him. "Please Sir, I understand, I'll be good, I'll do whatever I'm told, please, you don't have to do anything to make that point. I understand," he said, choking on the words, "that I'm your slave, that I must do whatever I'm told........please......I'll be good, I won't try anything........please."

  "I think you actually mean what you're saying boy, but I also know that object lessons are seldom wasted, and I'm convinced that's the case now," Trainer said in a matter of fact voice tinged with steel. "However, I will tell you this, if you do as I order you right now, this lesson will be shorter, but you must obey me completely boy. If you can do that boy, then I'll have more confidence in you. Do you understand slave?"

  "Yes Sir, please Sir, I'll do what you say, please.........I'll be a good slave........please........"

  Trainer began really enjoying himself again, he always loved it when he was breaking a man into an obedient slave, ready to be used however his master chose. "One of the problems many slaves have is not being able to see their future adequately, but I have some drops here that should help with that," he said as he approached 115 with a bottle of eye drops in his hand. Now, since you're going to be a good and obedient slave, I won't even have to hold your eyes open while I give you the drops, will I? You'll certainly do as you're told since you said you would obey me, correct slave?"

  115's mind was racing. What kind of drops helped you see the future? He knew Trainer was up to something, but what. He knew he was there to hurt him, but he wouldn't blind him, it would make him less valuable as a slave. He was so afraid of being hurt, but more afraid of being hurt even more for disobeying this man. "Yes Sir," he finally said, I'm a good slave, I'll do whatever you say Sir. You don't have to hurt me to get me to be obedient Sir, I'll do whatever you say."

  "Well let's see........hold your right eye open as wide as you can slave," he said as he filled the eye dropper from the bottle. "Keep it nice and open slave, and hold still."

  115's body began to shiver, he tried to stop, but the fear of what was happening was too great. He was however, able to hold his head sufficiently still and his eye open wide enough to satisfy Trainer, who held the dropper above this slave's open eye. With a sense of anticipation of what was to come, he squeezed the rubber end, releasing the contents of the glass tube. It fell onto the exposed eyeball. It took only a couple of seconds for 115 to feel the effect and begin to scream incoherently. His scream was deep, tearing at his throat. Never had he experienced a pain like this, his eye was on fire. He tried to shake his head to get the liquid out of his eye, but he couldn't move it. His arms and legs strained, showing his nice muscle development, but to no avail. He was powerless to find any relief, his constraints held and the only relief left to him was to scream, and he did that, screamed until his throat was raw.......still the burning continued. He was momentarily blinded, but he soon realized that was from the tear ducts in his eyes trying desperately to flood this invading liquid out.

  After fifteen minutes or so, 115's screams were beginning to die down a little. A combination of exhaustion and his tear ducts valiantly doing their job was finally causing him to quieten a little. His vision was blurry, but it was still there, as was the remnant of the fire that had been dropped into his eye.

  Trainer chuckled a little as he held the bottle up so 115 could see it, "Funny isn't it, I'll bet you used this lots when you ate Mexican food.........it's just diluted Jalapeño juice. But I guess you never got any of it in your eyes before," he said laughing. Well now you know. Your soft tissue and membranes are very sensitive to this stuff, and as you can see, I can cause a good deal of pain without even touching you. Or maybe you can't quite see that yet, after all, you've only had drops in one eye."

  "No, please Sir, no, please.........don't do it again........please Sir, I'll be good, I'll do whatever I'm told......I promise, you won't have any problems with me.......please Sir."

  "Well, since I can trust you to do anything you're told I guess ever
ything's okay," Trainer said, looking like a fox closing in on a rabbit. "Then if you'll do one more thing for me, I think we can wrap this up. Open your left eye as wide as you can and hold it like that for me," he stated as if he was ordering a pizza.

  115 froze, he knew he had framed his own destruction. He had said that he would do anything he was told, and now Trainer had given him an order. God, anything but this!! But this is what Trainer had chosen, and if he was the slave he had told Trainer he would be, in order to avoid a terrible beating, his options came down to one..........obedience. He was crying and his body was shaking from fear again. Before he hadn't known what was going to happen, now he knew the Hell he was about to experience, and he was being asked to kindly help in the process..........make it easier on Trainer........DAMN...........FUCK.........SHIT............

  Trainer could see the battle raging in 115, he was after all, in exactly the position Trainer had planned for him to be. He had said he would be obedient. Well, any slave could be obedient once, but would the slave obey again, knowing the pain that would accompany that obedience.........this was one of the true tests of a slave, and Trainer was watching intently. If 115 obeyed him, it could take months off his training time. Trainer knew this, that's why he had devised it for 112, 113, and 115. He waited, giving 115 a little time to decide.