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  Almost choking, Matt said, "Sir, my balls, Sir."

  The man's hand froze and his face turned to granite as he looked into Matt's eyes. Matt froze too, what had he done wrong, what had caused the scowl on the man's face? Matt could tell the man wasn't happy, but had no idea why or what he could do about it. He began to panic.

  "Now listen very carefully boy, because a lot rides on your next few words. I've tried to patiently explain to you your current situation, but I'll try one final time. You are my slave, boy. I own everything about you, you own nothing, you have nothing. You are naked now because I haven't seen fit to put clothes on you, but when I do, they will belong to me as well. Everything about your person or on your person belongs to me now. So I'm going to ask you one more time, and think hard smart boy before you answer. What do I have in my hand right now?"

  Matt's mind was racing, he knew this was a turning point for him and his very life might depend on his answer. What did this guy mean, what did he want him to say? Then the man saw awareness come into Matt's eyes. Matt looked at the man and said very carefully, "Sir, you have your balls in your hand, Sir."

  The man smiled and began to rub what used to be Matt's balls again, and Matt began to breathe again. "Good boy," said the man, "now tell me this, and think hard about it boy, what can I do with my balls?"

  Matt looked into the man's eyes, knowing he was having to go further into this madness than he had wanted before trying to get out, but also knowing he had no choice, as he said, almost choking on the words, "Sir, they're your balls, you can do anything you want with them. Sir."

  Now the man seemed genuinely pleased and his face even seemed to relax a little, but the change was fleeting. As his face hardened again, Matt could feel the man's hand closing on his balls like a vice. The pain was unimaginable. Matt thought his neck had hurt, but this, it was horrific, and Matt steeled himself so as not to say anything. However, a groaning began to come involuntarily out of his throat as he also began to double over in agony, instinctively trying with his body movement to get his balls out of this sadist's hand, but it didn't work. The man held Matt's balls firmly and pulled them even closer to him as he continued to apply pressure. Matt felt as if he was going to pass out from the pain as it seared its way through his gut. All he could do was groan and pray for this man to decide he was satisfied with the pain he had inflicted.

  For his part, the man listened to the groaning as if it were music. He loved the sound of the pain he caused and was pleased that Matt was being careful not to actually "say" anything. He squeezed a little harder and heard the low guttural sound take on more urgency in a higher pitch. He was well pleased so far. This boy could be worth a fortune to him.

  The man slowly released the pressure on Matt's balls. Matt felt himself coming back from somewhere, a place where pain enveloped you and caressed you, a place he was afraid he would come to know well.

  "So, let's continue," said the man, "I can see your uncut, at least we can thank your dead parents for that. How big are you erect boy?"

  Matt looked at him in surprise. Oh God, thought Matt. Then he stuttered, "Sir, I'm sorry Sir, but I don't know, I've never measured myself Sir. I'm sorry Sir, I'm very sorry Sir." Matt said all this with a pleading in his voice, he didn't know what this crazy person would do because of his ignorance.

  "You don't know how big you are erect boy? I've never heard of anything like it. Your 26 years old and you've never measured yourself before," the man said incredulously. Mr. Watts can you imagine such a thing?"

  "No Doctor, I can't," said Mr. Watts. "Never heard of such a thing, but I'll be glad to make him hard and measure him for you if you want that information right now, Sir."

  "No," said the man as he again chuckled to himself, knowing this boy was telling the truth and amazed to find someone this good looking who had never preened or measured or probably even played with himself in front of a mirror. This was really too delicious the man thought to himself.

  "Judging from what I can see," said the man as he played a little with Matt's dick, "I estimate he'll be a respectable 8 or 9 inches, maybe more. Besides, most of our customers really aren't that interested in that particular feature, but then some....."

  Matt found himself thinking about what he had just heard, "customers." What was happening to him? What was going on? What hell and he been transported to?

  Matt's reverie was cut short as he heard the man's next words. "Okay boy, that's enough information for now. I know this has been hard on you, and it's about to get much worse, but nothing can be done about that, obligations being what they are. "Mr. Watts, there's the little matter of your bonus."

  "Yes Sir," said Watts, "there is indeed."

  "Well get him ready," said the man.

  And with no more preparation than that, Matt felt himself being turned around and pushed face down on the floor of the limo. A noose attached to the floor was put around his neck and secured. A similar noose secured his feet to the floor. He was stretched out flat on his stomach on the floor of this limo, and he was as helpless as a new born baby. That's when he heard the deep tones of the man's voice again.

  "Now boy, Mr. Watts usually gets first privileges because he finds my boys, and he does a very good job, so I like keeping him happy." Matt could barely make out what looked like Mr. Watts undoing his pants, taking them off and folding them neatly on the side seat. "And you need to know that Mr. Watts is not too gentle, put plainly, he likes it rough and since this is Mr. Watts' bonus, that's the way he's going to get it." Matt felt the weight of Mr. Watts as he began to mount his backside. "And one of the things Mr. Watts really likes is hearing the results of his endeavors on the boys fortunate enough to find themselves with him. So boy, for the duration of Mr. Watts' bonus, you have permission to speak freely. Say anything you like. Plead, beg, cry out, whatever, but I should warn you, it will only be music to Mr. Watts' ears.

  With that Matt felt Watts' hand come down between his butt cheeks. He had some kind of lubricant on his fingers because Matt could feel it being rubbed over his asshole. "That's not for you boy, it's for my pleasure. I want to be able to slip in and out smoothly while I enjoy your beautiful ass," Watts said laughingly.

  Matt then felt something that he thought only doctors did to a man, and then, only reluctantly. He felt a moist finger, then another, move into and out of his tight asshole. Then Watts actually moved his fingers in a circular motion, stretching Matt's asshole further then he'd known was possible. Matt began to scream, begging Watts to take his fingers out.

  "Now boy, this here is one of your fuck holes," said Watts, "and I don't mind saying, it's a nice tight one Doctor. One might even surmise a 'cherry' one. Doctor, I think we may have ourselves a genuine virgin here. What you say boy, you ever been fucked before."

  Matt continued screaming, "Please....please....don't do this....please....I have some money....please don't," he begged.

  "Really Mr. Watts, a 'cherry,'" the man said chuckling, "well this IS a bonus isn't it."

  "Please," Matt continued screaming, "please....I can get you whatever you want."

  Then Matt heard Mr. Watts laughingly say, "Well boy, I appreciate the offer, but I've already got what I want," and Watts proceeded to press his engorged cock against the sweet "cherry" door.

  "NO!!...NO!!..., "cried Matt, as he felt the head of Watts' dick begin to open his ass. Then Matt's words became somewhat unintelligible as he continued to beg for mercy from a man who had never understood the concept. "No...PLLLEEEEAAASSSSSSEEEE."

  Then Matt jerked his head up suddenly against the noose as he felt and heard the "CRACK" of a slap by Watts' hand on Matt's ass cheek. The pain almost distracted him from the pain he was beginning to experience in his asshole. He had never felt anything like it. It was like he was being torn apart from the inside. He could feel a massive object entering him...trying to become a part of him in an unnaturally intimate way. He continued to scream and Watts continued to slap his ass and back with the flat of h
is hand.

  "I actually prefer a nice rosy red ass before I start, but we can make do under the present circumstances, hey my little fag boy, parading this nice ass out in public and not expecting someone to grab it is just plain stupid if you ask me," Watts said as he continued to slap Matt's ass and back viciously. The pain from that alone would have brought tears to Matt's eyes, but it was peripheral to the pain he was experiencing in his asshole.

  "NOOO!!!....screamed Matt, "PLEASE!!! DON"T!!... PLEASE!!... STOP!!... PLEASE!!.... I'LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING." He was really crying now. Matt had entered Hell. He knew it now with absolute certainty as he felt this thing, this huge, hardened thing, continue to slide in and out of his ass. He had never felt anything like it. Never imagined anything like it as he continued to scream and Watts continued to slap him, and fuck him, and then Matt felt Watts' full weight on him. Watts was in...all the way in, and his mouth was just next to Matt's right ear.

  "Okay sweet boy, who's too good to call me about work. Here's your job boy, you're gonna be my cum dump. It's not a very difficult job and I think you'll excel at it just by lying here. I'm gonna fill your ass with cum, and guess what sweet boy, I can stay hard and stay inside you and cum several times. So the only relief you'll feel is me pulling my dick out, but then I'll be cramming it right back in again for some more pleasure. It's your own fault boy, for having such a beautiful, great feeling, tight asshole. What do you say boy, ready to go where only real men have gone before", and with that Watts let out a yelp and began to fuck Matt's virgin ass in earnest.

  Matt thought it had been bad a moment ago, it was nothing compared to now as Watts began to get his stride. His thrusts were hard and furious as Watts enjoyed the wonderful and unique feeling of his raging cock slipping in and out of that beautifully tight, moist asshole. Watts would bring his dick almost completely out, actually seeing the base of his mushroomed shape head, then he would ram his dick all the way back in, pressing his balls into the warmth of that soft ass. Each thrust brought new screams from this prize, virgin ass. It all excited Mr. Watts even more, if that were possible. God this ass felt good, so tight, so warm. Mr. Watts had been anticipating this and was ready in several ways. He knew he would cum fairly soon, but he also knew that he would stay inside this sweet boy's asshole and ride him several more times. The Doc was really good about this, even enjoyed the spectacle, so Watts knew he could take his time and enjoy himself, and that seemed only right. "Someone should be enjoying himself in this situation, and by the sounds of it, it certainly wasn't this boy," Watts thought, as he chuckled to himself, enjoying every moment of this.

  Just as he thought would be the case, Watts began to cum in a few more minutes, and felt the pleasure of this sweet boy's ass as cord after cord of his cum began to shoot deep inside it. He rested for a minute lying on Matt's sweating back, whispering "sweet nothings" into his ear as the boy continued to cry and beg. Mr. Watts would cum two more times to the sound of Matt's crying and pleas for mercy. But there was no mercy in Hell, and as Matt continued to beg for it he felt his ass being torn open by this sadist, and the car continued to journey into regions of Hell Matt had never imagined, but they were there. He knew that now because he was exploring them. Soon Matt would find out just how large and how deep, Hell could be.

  Chapter II

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  Matt was slowly coming to. The ride and Mr. Watts' fuck fest had lasted longer than his consciousness. He wasn't sure what time it was or how long he'd been out. All he knew was that he was still cuffed, still naked, and still hurting like he'd never hurt before. His humiliation was beyond anything he'd ever known. He had been used by another man!...taken and used in every way that man could think of. His asshole felt like it was as big as a tunnel, this huge opening that you could drive through just as that bastard had driven his dick through, again and again. He hoped that wasn't the case, but he couldn't seem to make his asshole feel like it was closed. In fact, it still felt like Watts was inside him. He had never had this sensation before, and he prayed he would never have it again, but right now he wasn't very hopeful.

  He was lying on the floor of a darkened room. The floor was plain concrete and it was cold. The cold worked its way into Matt and only added to his fear. He didn't feel good about his prospects of getting out of here, but he knew he would find a way, somehow. He had to, he knew he'd never be able to survive in a world like the Doctor had spoken of. The trick right now was to play by this guy's rules, to get hurt as little as possible, until he saw his chance. Then he would have to be ready to move quickly, so Matt was determined to conserve his strength for that moment. That's when Matt realized that he was hungry and thirsty, in fact, very thirsty.

  He was just beginning to wonder how much longer he would be like this when the lights in the room began to come up. The room was about twenty by twenty feet. The lights were located in a high ceiling. The walls were gray and stark. There was a large drain in the middle of the floor and hoses coiled up on one of the walls. There were large metal cabinets against the wall with the hoses and several cross like structures along another wall, but what Matt noticed next sent a new shiver of fear up his spine. There was a large chain with a hook on its end coming out of a hole in the center of the ceiling just above him. All of a sudden Matt felt his gut churn with fear, but before he could think any more about it, the door to the room opened.

  The man from the car, his Master, and another hard looking man came into the room. "I'm glad to see you're back with us," said his Master, "we need to get started. Time is money. I want to introduce you to Mr. Trainer, that's his name and his function. He will be in charge of your training and you will obey him as if it were I speaking to you. Do you understand boy?"

  "Sir, yes Sir," Matt remembered to say.

  With that, Trainer approached Matt and lifted him to his feet, and Matt heard the chain overhead begin to rumble as it began lowering. His Master had pushed a remote control, causing the chain to descend. As the chain came lower, Matt could feel Trainer placing new cuffs on his wrists. They felt like a kind of padded leather that seemed to buckle tightly on each wrist. Trainer then took off the metal cuffs and Matt's hands felt a little relief, but it didn't really cause him any relief. His hands were now a little further apart, but still securely fastened behind his back. Trainer took the chain as it descended to his back, and he could feel it being attached to the chain connecting his cuffs. Then his Master punched the remote again and the chain started going up. Matt could feel his arms being pulled by his wrists, upward, straight out behind his back, away from his body at an impossible angle. He was just about to scream when the chain stopped. He was actually on his toes trying to relieve some of the pressure on his shoulder joints, as his arms were fully extended straight out behind him, he had even been forced to bend at his waist to keep his arms from being pulled out of their sockets. He was moving a little, trying to find a place where the chain would give him a little more length, but it wasn't to be found.

  "Be still!" his Master commanded, and Matt froze where he was. He didn't move a muscle as his Master came closer to him. "Now," his Master said, "we begin."

  "Until further notice you will address and think of me as 'Master.' Nod if you understand me boy, and Matt nodded his assent while suddenly realizing that he had already been doing just that. You will refer to Mr. Trainer as 'Sir,' and any of his assistants you will call 'Boss.' Nod again if you understand," he said and Matt nodded. "This part of your training is difficult emotionally boy, but it has to be done. Turn and face the back wall."

  Matt carefully, on tiptoes, turned to the wall that his Master pointed to, pivoting on his arms awkwardly and turning his head at a difficult angle to be able to look at the wall. He saw a pile of something about three feet high stacked against part of the wall, covered by a tarp. Master walked around to the side of the pile. "You need to know what was going on while we were traveling in the car and you were playing with Mr. Watts. As you entered my car, one of my employees was enterin
g what used to be your apartment." With this Master pulled the tarp off the pile. There, on the floor was everything Matt owned. There wasn't a lot of furniture because the apartment was furnished, but all his clothes, athletic equipment, books, all his stuff was there. Matt looked at it in utter confusion.

  "You need to fully understand your situation boy. I know you're thinking you'll 'play along' until you find a way to get out of here, to get away. Well let me tell you, you won't. It has never happened, and besides, there's no life for you to get away to. You've broken your lease with a day's notice, you've sent a truly nasty letter to your employer telling him you think he's an asshole, and your miserable little bank account will be closed within the week. In short, you will no longer exist out there. No one will be looking for you or miss you, because you have no one. We do our work very well boy, and when we're finished you will be erased from the outside world. Do you understand what I'm telling you boy?"

  Matt just starred dumbly at the pile of things which only a day before had helped to define who he was. Here it was, just so much junk piled up on the floor. Matt was devastated. It would have been kinder if Master had simply driven a knife into him. He was being systematically erased as a human being and becoming....what? He lowered his head and felt the tears begin to flow freely down his face.