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  "Your waist size?"

  "32, Master."

  "What size is your cock, hard?"

  "7 inches, Master," he groaned as he felt like his insides were being pulled out of his body.

  "Has a man ever put your dick in his mouth and given you a blow job?"

  Riley froze for a moment. He didn't want to tell this man about that, but he also knew he had better not lie. He just stared for a minute as the pressure continued to grow, and the pain continued to increase.

  "Yes, Master, once."

  And with that the Doctor relinquished any restraint in what he was doing, and bore into this poor boy.

  "AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH," he finally screamed, as he now tried to move his body away from the grip of this sadist, only to be slapped again by Watts, and forced back to the same position.

  "Now maybe you're beginning to understand that I can do anything I want with you," the Doctor said, as he smiled into Riley's pleading face. "If I want you to experience pain, you will, if I want you to experience cold, you will, if I want you to experience hunger, you will, and if I want you to experience death, you will. You may have an illusion that you can get out of these walls bitch, but I can assure you, that will not happen.

  "AAAAGGGGHHHHHH," he continued to scream, as the Doctor refused to release his balls and nipple. Now he was sure this man would kill him, and still, there was something...........

  Finally, the Doctor began to ease up on the pressure. Riley slowly came back from a place he'd never been before, but suspected he would come to know well. What a fool he'd been, it was too good to be true, and he'd known that, but came blindly on. Now he was here, with little hope of ever getting out.

  "Now, you asked to speak, speak briefly boy."

  Riley knew there might not be much hope, but he had to try. It was the only thing he could think of. Cautiously he started speaking, "Master, I....I.....I have some money................"

  He was cut off with a roar of laughter, genuine laughter, from the Doctor and from Watts. In fact, the genuineness of it caused his last bit of hope to shatter. Their laughter told him everything.........he had nothing these men wanted, except what they already had, him..........

  "You have some money," the Doctor gasped, as he continued to laugh........."really," he exclaimed with a false camaraderie, "how much do you have, a thousand dollars.........five thousand dollars.........twenty thousand dollars," now his voice had a harder edge to it. Are you so stupid as to think I don't already know what I needed to know about you before deciding to take you for my purposes? How insulting that is for me. There's very little I don't know about you that would make any difference in my decision. For instance, I know you have a few thousand dollars in a savings account. Do you honestly think that would interest me? I expect you'll sell for a little over a million dollars shithead, especially when I'm finished with your training." The Doctor started shaking his head as if he were deeply disappointed in something, then muttered almost to himself, "You have some money..............."

  Then he viciously slapped Riley across the face again and again, until he was lying on the floor weeping, "You don't have anything, unless I give it to you, you stupid cunt," he roared. He took the belt that Watts offered him at that point and began to beat Riley with it. Striking him again and again, until he was weeping hysterically, trying to cover his exposed body with his useless arms that remain restrained behind his back.

  The Doctor was sorely disappointed, he had truly hoped for more when this guy had spoken. Now he felt betrayed and was simply determined to hurt him, and teach him a lesson.

  "Mr. Watts, you had asked for first night privileges, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to deny that. I've decided to take him tonight myself, but I don't want you to go away empty handed, so you may take him now and enjoy him for an hour or so.

  With that, the grinning Watts undid his pants and pulled them down as he prepared to mount this hapless young man. It had all been easier than he had expected. He had missed what the Doctor had caught, but it didn't matter. Some of those subtleties were lost on Watts, especially when he was getting ready to enjoy himself.

  "Well slave, I've told you to hold your tongue, but you may feel free to express yourself, as Mr. Watts enjoys a good ride and the sound of your voice will only excite him. In other words........you may scream all you want bitch."

  So Watts quickly mounted the unfortunate captive with a violence and a passion that surprised even the Doctor. Riley let out a scream like he'd been skewered, which in fact, he had. His relief from the incredible pain and pressure he felt was only momentary as Watts pulled all the way out, because he only removed it in order to experience the joy of ramming it back in all the way just as he had previously done. Damn this felt good........at least for Watts. Riley on the other hand had entered Hell with the other captives. He hadn't even met them, but he already understood some of their suffering.

  The Doctor was already thinking of his own fun with this delicious addition to his farm. Then tomorrow he would turn him over to Trainer for his first day of training.........always one of the hardest........then the following morning he would be welcomed by his new brothers. He was going to be busy for the next 48 hours, the Doctor thought to himself, as he watched Riley vainly try to pull himself out from under Watts........no such luck, the Doctor thought, as he saw Watts slap him some more and settle into a nice rhythm. The Doctor would show some patience.......he always enjoyed this........at least the first two or three times until Watts was finally satisfied.

  * * *

  The next morning Riley found himself in the room that had received 115 and so many others. His nightmarish sojourn into the deepening realization of his new status still deeply impressed upon him from his time with the Doctor. A few bruises were already appearing and his ass, balls and nipples ached from the attention they had received from the Doctor while he patiently revealed more and more of his new life to him. The remainder of his induction was very similar to the other captives, because the Doctor and Trainer had found it to be so effective. He saw his few belongings set out, like garbage. He learned his new name, except it wasn't a name at all, only a number, 116. He was beaten until he was unconscious, revived, then beaten some more. By the time he was dragged to his cage by Holt and Jackson he wasn't really aware of that much. He vaguely remembered someone else lying on the floor near him and seeing another man begin to mount that guy, but he lost consciousness of that, as he realized someone was mounting him......again. He didn't have any fight left in him. He just wanted to die. There seemed to be no end to the pain and the humiliation, and the most humiliating thing about it all was that whenever someone touched his cock, or squeezed his nipples, or began using him in almost any way, he would get hard..........he was so disgusted with himself, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

  His lack of response didn't really bother Holt as he used this most recent addition to the compound. He'd seen how hard this bitch was getting when Trainer would stimulate him a little. It wasn't lost on Trainer as well, which Holt guessed was the reason he'd continued doing it at intervals during his beating. However, Holt didn't really dwell on that much, his mind was too busy racing with the possibilities from the conversation he'd had earlier with Trainer. A Buyer was interested in seeing if he'd like to be his personal slave trainer.........him!! Man, what a chance this would be, here just over a year and already someone had seen his potential at training and controlling these submissives. Being able to work for someone that rich, living in great places, and still being able to dominate these shitheads for his personal pleasure and for the pleasure of his boss. He'd make sure they performed well, of that you could be sure! The thought of it all caused him to actually climax more quickly than he had planned as he yelled out in ecstasy and slapped this faggot's ass and back. God it felt good to be him!!

  Trainer had told him not to say anything to any of the other Bosses about his going to meet with one of the Buyers about the possible position. As Train
er explained, some of the other Bosses might be resentful of the idea of Holt being invited and thereby, stepping over some of the ones who had been there longer, and also hoped for that type of position. Of course, that was exactly why Holt ignored Trainer, and said something to Jackson, who assured Holt he wouldn't say anything to anyone, and Holt knew he could hardly wait to share his resentment with the others, just as Trainer had known that Holt would want to lord it over the others. For Trainer it was all so predictable, but it was a necessary farce to create a plausible excuse for Holt's upcoming absence.

  Trainer even noticed how full of piss and vinegar Holt was as he was egging the captives on while they gave their ritualized sexual welcome to 116. He thought he might have to step in when 115 came to him. By that point 116 was blubbering and begging to be let down. 115 must have been a little sympathetic and was hesitant to screw him the way everyone wanted. Of course he had to be corrected, but Holt went to it with a viciousness that surprised even Trainer. Holt grabbed 115 by his swelling appendage and started rubbing him until he was hard, then rammed him into the hapless 116. He was already sore from the welcome of seven of his other "brothers," but when Holt rammed 115 into place, 116 screamed again. Then Holt started slapping 115's ass in a rhythmic pace that caused him to viciously fuck 116. 115 had been a captive long enough to know there was nothing he could do, and not to expect any mercy, but 116 screamed for it, "please stop, please..........it's enough, I understand......please, I'm here for your pleasure.........I'll do what you want, just please......stop."

  "You dumb shit," Holt shouted, "THIS is what we want, to use you as hard as we want, and you don't have to 'DO' anything," he laughed, "we're taking care of all the details," he said as he continued to slap 115's ass, causing him to push harder. Trainer smiled grimly at the scene and made a mental note of something he had in store for Holt, but he didn't stop him. Holt was digging his own grave with the other Bosses, all of whom now knew he was going on an interview with one of the Buyers. When Holt disappeared, none of these men would think to look for him, and even if some of them knew, Trainer suspected they'd applaud his new status in life.

  But what Trainer was also thinking about was 116. Something was different here, it had started with a feeling, then a suspicion, and now it was growing into a realization. 116 could be a natural submissive, a submissive who was largely unaware of that personal reality, and if that was the case his training would need to be very different from the others. If Trainer was right, and he could develop 116 properly, that reality, combined with his All American good looks, would make him a very valuable commodity indeed. Trainer could see a bidding war breaking out for this one.

  However, as important as that could prove to be, he had other more immediate issues to take care of. As the captives finished welcoming their new brother, Trainer left instructions with Murphy as to the responsibilities of the Bosses on duty, and what he wanted happening with the training. 104 would start her electrolysis today, and would be at it most of the day. Unfortunately, that also tied up one of the Bosses for most of the day. However, Trainer had prepared his people, and had confidence they could handle the details now.

  As Trainer was stepping out of the cell block he quietly asked Holt if he was ready, since Trainer was taking him to the airport. "Yes, Sir," Holt responded, "I can meet you in the garage with my stuff, like you said."

  "Good," Trainer said, "I thought if we left separately it would attract less attention, and he thought to himself, that's exactly what I want right now. "I'll see you there in a few minutes."

  And that was all it took. About ten minutes later Holt was coming into the garage. He saw Trainer by his SUV and walked over to him. Trainer was standing on the passenger side with the door open, with a drink in his hand. "I wanted us to toast to your good fortune," he said as he handed Holt the drink he was holding then poured another one for himself from a flask out of the glove compartment. "I didn't think we'd have a real chance to do this at the airport, so I wanted us to do it here. No one's going to be on this level."

  "Gee, this is great of you, Mr. Trainer. "I was worried you might be upset about this opportunity."

  "No, no, you really have no idea how delighted I am with this opportunity. I hope it works out well for you, and I don't see how any of us could do anything else but let you give it a try."

  "Well I'll certainly be using a lot of what you taught me, Mr. Trainer."

  "I have no doubt of that," Trainer said as they both took their drinks.

  "To the possibilities," Trainer said, encouraging Holt to finish his drink with the second toast.

  As the liquor warmed Holt's insides, he was feeling particularly appreciative for all that Trainer had done for him. "I want you to know, I'll always be grateful, Mr. Trainer."

  That was one thing Trainer was certain would prove to be untrue, but he waited patiently while the drugs did their work. He marveled at how easy it always was if you just planned things out.

  "What time is your flight?"

  "We've got plenty of thime," Holt said, his tongue feeling a bit thicker all of a sudden. "It's noth for another thu hours....."

  Trainer looked like he was falling, but when Holt reached out to try to catch him, it was actually he who was falling.

  "Hey, easy fella, it was only one drink," Trainer said, as he supported Holt a little, "and you might want another on the plane, so you need to straighten up."

  "Righth," Holt slurred, as his vision blurred a little. What was happening to him.........he felt so unsteady all of a sudden...........he probably shouldn't have had that drink on an empty stomach.......... Now Trainer was definitely falling, he thought as he fell into Trainer's arms and slid to the concrete floor in darkness.

  The Doctor came out of one of the service elevators with a flat bed dolly and helped get Holt onto it. Then Trainer and the Doctor pushed the dolly into the elevator, pressed the button and went to the floor with the old training room. They didn't say much, but they both showed their pleasure over the way this was going. About all Trainer wanted to know was how much time they had.

  "He'll be out at least a couple of hours," the Doctor said, "which should give us plenty of time, but I want us to be sure and have his permanent collar on. No temporary collars for this one, I want him to realize he has a permanent collar right away."

  "I agree, that's the effect we want. If the rest goes as smoothly as everything else has, we should be well on our way with by this time tomorrow. I've made plans to stay with him from now till about noon tomorrow, and we won't be disturbed by Williams. He's not supposed to be here until tomorrow, and we should have "Dos Equis" ready by then," he laughed.

  When Holt came to, his world was radically different from what it had been only a few hours before. Oh, the surroundings were very similar, but his place in them was very different. First, he was naked. Additionally, he was tied, spread eagled, with stretcher bars on his ankles and wrists. The lower bar was fastened to the floor, and the upper bar was suspended from a beam in the ceiling. He was terrified, he was entirely too familiar with the operations of this compound not to suspect what was happening, but he hoped against all hope that he was wrong, it was a mistake of some sort.

  He was alone and began to yell for help. He knew he was probably in the compound somewhere, if someone heard him, surely they'd help him. Was it possible they knew what was happening? It couldn't be!!

  "HELP!! SOMEBODY!! HELP!!"

  But all his screams produced was the Doctor and Trainer walking out of another room. Each was holding a mug of coffee, and they were talking as they casually walked over to where Holt was suspended.

  "What's going on! You can't do this to me!!" Holt yelled at the two.

  The Doctor and Trainer came to a stop in front of Holt and listened to him yell for a little longer, then the Doctor held up his hand and started speaking in a normal, even relaxed voice. "Please, please, Dos, no one can hear you. All you're accomplishing is to irritate me, and you really don't want
to do that."

  "What are ya'll up to? You can't get away with this," Holt yelled.

  "That is a singularly stupid statement to make, especially for you," the Doctor responded with an edge to his voice. I 'get away with this,' all the time, as you well know. I admit, I owe you an apology. Trainer wasn't completely honest with you when he said one of our Buyers was interested in you becoming a trainer for him. In fact, he was interested in you becoming his personal property, and since I specialize in providing that particular product, I was happy to respond to his selection."

  "Please," Holt begged, "don't do this to me, please!"

  "You talk about something that I might do to you. It's already done!" he said with a finality in his voice. He then picked up a mirror from a nearby table and held it up so Holt could see his image, and the permanent collar around his neck.

  "NO!!" Holt cried, "NO!!" and he began to cry and beg for mercy from two men whom he had personally witnessed had never given it. His mind simply refused to believe that this could be happening to him, and yet, it was.......IT WAS!!! A permanent collar was around his neck, not even a temporary one, like all the other captives were wearing when they arrived. He'd never seen a permanent collar removed. He knew what they were capable of not only for training purposes, but also if it's wearer went beyond the range of the radio frequency. What was he going to do? How could he get away?