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  Chapter Three

  The Doctor quickly realized that his earlier response to 104's impudence was an overreaction. Not that 104 didn't deserve the punishment he'd received, and might still get more. The Doctor would not tolerate disobedience and would never allow it to raise its ugly head on the estate of a buyer, he wouldn't risk a reputation he had spent years building of providing beautiful, excellent quality submissive men, ready to serve their Master's desires. 104 should never have questioned what was happening to him, he had been here long enough to absorb the reality of his status. That a Master might desire to change certain aspects of a pleasure toy was not an unexpected reality, but that a toy would question what was being done to it, was.

  However, the Doctor now realized that he had been close to killing 104, and that would have been a staggeringly costly mistake in so many ways. All that time and training, wasted, a satisfied Buyer now denied the object of his desire, no, that was completely unacceptable. He needed a break, he needed to relax and enjoy himself a bit, and he had taken steps to accomplish that as soon as he got back to his quarters.

  As he stepped out of his elegant shower he began to towel the water off with a thick warm towel. One thing the Doctor had been sure to do was to appoint his rooms with all the luxury he knew he deserved and desired. Radar, his personal servant, was there to take care of anything he needed. He'd grown fond of having Radar around, which was good since he'd had him for over ten years. He had been one of the boys Watts had found, but the Doctor had found him particularly attractive. We never fully understand what draws us to someone, but he had felt that attraction to this boy. He decided that he wanted to possess him, and so, he simply took him as his own.

  Radar was 20 at the time, a very nice looking, well proportioned young man of mostly Irish decent. He'd struggled with his captivity at first, as so many do, but as he began to realize that "resistance was futile," as they used to say in the "Star Trek" movies of his youth, he found his life was more and more determined for him by his Master. Since the Doctor found body hair to be erotic, Radar had kept most of the hair on his chest and his legs and arms. However, so that he would also learn his "place," his groin and ass were kept shaved bare for the pleasure of his Master.

  He was named by the Doctor after a character in a favorite TV series........"MASH." The young corporal who took care of everything about the camp was named, Radar, and since this servant would take care of everything about his personal space in the compound, the name seemed to fit. Radar had been trained in massage, cooking, and other areas that would help him better serve the Doctor's needs. Radar had learned over the years to be submissive, pliable, obedient.......in short, all the things the Doctor looked for in a good relationship. The only difficult part was when the Doctor realized that there would be one special requirement for anyone who served him as closely as Radar would. He would have to be mute, not simply to not speak, but rather unable to speak. The Doctor wanted to eliminate the easiest and quickest way for Radar to exchange information with anyone else......it was as simple as that.

  That's one of the reasons he exploded with 104 earlier, the idea of a piece of property questioning what was done to him. If a captive needed to be modified in some way to better please his Master, then that was simply that. He had done the surgery himself on Radar, severing his vocal cords. Radar hadn't said a word in over ten years, because that was the way the Doctor wanted it. Yet look at him, a strapping young man, capable of pleasing any man. The Doctor realized that Radar was actually more valuable now as his servant, because of his years of training than he had been when Watts found him playing guitar and singing in that tavern. What a waste of a life that would have been, the Doctor thought with a grim certainty.

  But then his thoughts moved to his next pleasure as Radar helped him into a plush robe. "I'll want dinner an hour later than usual. I'm going to enjoy myself and further the training of a couple of our "guests," the Doctor stated, chuckling a bit at his own joke. All he heard in response was a clucking sound Radar made with his tongue, one cluck, "yes Master," two clucks, "no Master." The system had worked very well for them for these many years. "And I'll want you available while I work them over, I may throw you into the mix as well.......understand boy?"

  "Cluck"

  "Now make me a drink, I want to relax a few minutes when they get here."

  "Cluck"

  As the Doctor sat comfortably in one of the leather chairs in his living room, Murphy rang the buzzer. Radar answered the door, bowing slightly to Murphy then holding the door open as he brought the two nervous captives in. 115 and 116 were terrified, they couldn't understand why they were being brought here, but doubted it could be a good thing for them. They each had wrist/thigh restraints, so they were secure for whatever the Doctor was interested in doing. 115 was a little more aware of his environment that 116, who was about to jump out of his skin. He'd been in the compound just over a week and each day had proven worse than the one before.

  115 noticed the man servant (Radar), whom he had never seen before. He couldn't help but notice what a beautiful man he was, even with the little extras, the gold loops piercing his ear lobes, the gold nipple rings, the gold navel ring, and the gold ring that pierced his cock head going through his piss slit. While it was all tasteful, 115 still hoped none of it would ever happen to him. He was still anxious about 104, and wondered if that was what might be happening to him now.

  Murphy led the two hapless victims for the night into the room and had them kneel in Presentation Mode in front of the Doctor. "Thank you Mr. Murphy for bringing them. I'll ring when I'm done, though that might not be till morning. Will that be a problem for you?"

  "Not at all Doctor, just let us know when you're ready and we'll pick'em up whenever it pleases you," Murphy responded, and then turned and left.

  115 and 116 were nervous, but they both knew enough to keep their eyes on the floor and simply wait. The Doctor thought he'd let their anticipation build a little while he enjoyed his drink and relaxed in his chair. It had been a hard few days, and he needed this, but it wasn't entirely relaxation. He wanted to see how 115 was coming along, and he wanted to know more about 116 and the submissive nature he suspected he had. He noticed that each of them had a full erection, so Murphy must have given them the meds. Good, he wanted to use that against them.

  The Doctor knew that to truly break a man was both a physical and a psychological process. Anyone could be beaten into submission, but that didn't really make them obedient, and it certainly didn't encourage them give themselves in a way that was pleasing to someone welding power over them. It was that part that was a more subtle process, and it required a combination of physical pain, humiliation, degradation, and a loss of most of a person's sense of self worth. While that was an unthinkable process to many persons, to the Doctor it seemed a reasonable series of steps to achieve a desired goal. It always amazed him that so many people seemed to be unable to see this natural order of things. That some people welded power, and others submitted to it. The Doctor knew that had always been the order of things, and nothing was different now.

  After about fifteen minutes of nervous waiting, the Doctor broke the silence, "116 on the floor on your back, NOW!" 116 was a little confused as to exactly what that meant, he understood the words, but where did this guy want him on his back, right in front of him, on the rug, and was he allowed to ask for clarification. He hesitated, which was a mistake, Radar slapped him across the face and pushed him to the floor in front of the Doctor, then stepped back.

  "I'm not sure what about that simple statement confused you," the Doctor said to 116, but I can assure you that if you dawdle again in response to one of my commands, Radar won't be so gentle. Isn't that right, Radar?" And 115 looked over a bit at Radar when all he heard in response was a, "Cluck."

  "115, straddle your brother, put your dick in his mouth, take his in yours, and ya'll suck each other. I want you to each shoot in each other's mouth, but you are to hold the cum in
your mouth, you are not to swallow."

  115 quickly moved in response to the Doctor's command, not wanting to be slapped or worse, by either the Doctor or Radar. It was a bit awkward getting into position with his hands restrained, and it was going to be like doing a lot of crunches as he bent over at the waist bringing his torso almost horizontal with the floor and taking 116 into his mouth. He was going to have to move up and down and bring this guy to climax, but he wouldn't be able to hold himself up with his hands.......just his abs. He hoped he could do this. He didn't want to not do something the Doctor had told him to do........he really didn't want that.

  116 also had to use his abs a lot to get his head up and down on 115's cock. At any rate, within about fifteen minutes both slaves were beginning to sweat and groan, not simply from being aroused, but from the exertion of getting their mouth around the other's engorged cock. Both were still relatively new to cock sucking, but each knew they didn't want to disappoint the man watching them while sipping his drink.

  "Make sure you occasionally dig your tongues into the piss slit of the dick your sucking. It feels good to the man your giving pleasure to, and it's a reminder that you are not afraid of his piss and that he may piss on or in you whenever he wishes," the Doctor said as he sought to improve their technique. "Also, you want to regularly deep throat the dick, nothing feels quite as good as your dick in the tight confines of a moist willing throat," he added.

  So both 115 and 116 began to deep throat each other, gagging in the process and causing themselves to choke a little and their eyes to begin watering. Of course, they also felt the pleasure of having their own cocks deep throated, and realized the feeling was awesome. Neither had experienced it before and they began to realize the pleasure it gave.

  What was surprising 116 was his reaction to 115's reaction. As 115 moaned with pleasure as his cock slipped into 116's slick tight throat, 116 felt this urge to want to please him more. It was like he realized for the first time that he could give a man real pleasure, and was excited by the prospect.........but why? Where was that coming from? This guy had his cock in his mouth, why would that be stimulating him so? He continued to struggle with these new feelings, even as he sought to give more pleasure to 115.

  Of course, to a trained eye, like the Doctor's, none of this was lost. He could see the struggle in 116 as his body tensed in confusion. It was a remarkable thing to watch a submissive struggle during the discovery of his own nature. He had only had the privilege a couple of times, and it was a beautiful reality to watch unfold.

  As each felt his cock pleasured by the other, and once they started deep throating each other, it didn't take too long before they were both getting close to shooting their loads.

  The Doctor told them he wanted them to shoot their loads into each other's mouths, not down their throats. "Don't swallow any of it. I want you each to savor the taste of each other. Hold every bit of it in your fucking mouths," he ordered, and he'd barely finished giving that order when 115 pulled his dick out a bit so that his head was just inside 116's mouth and began shooting his heavy load of cum. He moaned and groaned, but had to keep sucking 116, who in turn, hearing the pleasure 115 was receiving, went over the edge himself and almost squealed as his cock shot load after load of his jizz into 115's mouth. It took only about a minute for both slaves to unload in each other's mouth, and 115 sagged a bit onto 116 in exhaustion. Both held the other's dick in their mouth because they had not been given permission to remove it.

  The Doctor enjoyed the picture of two beautiful men, both straight, sweat dripping off of them, from doing something that a month ago neither one would have dreamed they would ever do, and now, waiting patiently with a dick in their cum filled mouths, for his next pleasure. He savored the humiliation that each of them was experiencing right now. He could feel the tension draining from his body as he enjoyed the feeling of power that he truly loved. More times than not, it was the simple, yet difficult, act of submission on the part of another that consistently aroused him, renewed him. The Doctor was a true dominant, and submission almost always affected dominants in that way. To see one's control, physically lived out in the life of another person..........that was domination.......that was real power!

  He sat for a moment and allowed himself to enjoy the feeling as the effects continued to relax him. The fact that both 115 and 116 were feeling humiliation as they were positioned on the floor, naked, their mouths filled with another man's cum, and another man's cock head, waiting to do whatever else a perverted mind could conceive for them to do..........only added to the pleasure.

  "Both of you, on your knees, foreheads on the floor, facing me, NOW!"

  Moving around is much more difficult without the use of your arms, a lot of people don't realize that, but both of these captives quickly discovered that reality as they struggled to their knees, crawled to be in place, then painfully lowered their foreheads to the floor, again straining their abs so as not to knock themselves out on contact. They were both glad their ball weights had been removed before being brought to the Doctor. It would have been even worse pulling those weights along the floor by their balls. This was the first time since the Buyers came that 115 had been without his, but 116 had only had his a few days. The first night 116 had been in his cell, 113 was placed with him, and he explained the purpose of the ball weights as both of theirs hung off the edge of the platform they were lying on.

  "Radar, while we let our guests rest for a moment, why don't you practice your skills at turning an ass red," the Doctor said, and then watched him cluck and run for a paddle. As Radar returned he set about methodically beating first one, then the other's vulnerable ass. Within a few minutes both were crying while struggling to keep from losing any of each other's cum in their mouths. They squealed and groaned and begged in their own way for the beating to stop, but Radar was constant in the abuse ordered by the Doctor.

  Finally the Doctor said, "That will do for now Radar," and Radar stopped immediately, clucked and bowed to his Master, then resumed his position to the side.

  "Face each other," barked the Doctor, and the slaves struggled to get into the required position. As they knelt there facing each other, each could see the tear streaked, fear ridden face of the other. Both were still hard, and they were close enough that their cocks were touching.

  "Get right next to each other you dumb shits, it's obvious you enjoy each other and are excited by each other's bodies, look at your fucking cocks with raging hardons, both of you are obviously little faggots that love cock" the Doctor growled, and they moved in till they were pressing against each other. "Now, I want you to French kiss each other, and not lose a drop of your precious cargo," he chuckled.

  Both of them were disgusted and humiliated at what they had to do, but both knew there were no options. They pressed their mouths together, each carefully opening his, but pressing their lips together securely enough that nothing would escape. Then they started tonguing each other and tasting the cum in the other's mouth.

  "I want you to trade the cum slaves, all of it in one mouth, then the other, swap it back and forth, and you'd better be careful not to drop any, you really don't want me to get upset right now."

  That was the truth, and they both knew it. 115 started pushing 116 over a bit so that the cum in his mouth slowly oozed into 116's. Once it was all there, they reversed the process, and 116 pushed 115 over a bit and let the cum ooze back into his mouth. 116 struggled not to gag, it wasn't just the humiliation, it was the sensation of the cum oozing, and knowing what it was, and that it was in his mouth, then the other guy's, then his again...........it was terrible ........horrible.........disgusting.........how could anyone do this to another person. But he had to stay focused because if he lost concentration, and lost some of this crap in his mouth, his world would get even worse.

  The Doctor thought the other show had been entertaining, but this was tremendous. He knew both of them were still new enough to have all kinds of feelings about bodily flu
ids like cum. The idea to them of what they were doing, was actually as bad or worse than the act itself..........he could see it on their faces as they grimaced while the slimy substance slowly moved from one mouth to the next. Added to the saliva that they were accumulating, it was becoming a real mess, and that mess was entirely in their mouths.

  Besides the grimaces, the Doctor could see the fear that motivated them, fear of being beaten, fear of being tortured. That was how it worked. Beat a captive some, torture a captive some, and soon they will realize that humiliation and obedience is a preferred option. They both hated what they were doing, it was humiliating, that was, after all, the point of this evening, but what they feared right now, what motivated them to accept this humiliation, was their fear of physical pain. They had both experienced enough of that, and knew that no one in authority over them in this place would hesitate to use that tool for obedience, therefore they submitted, did what they were told, even though it disgusted them. That was the purpose of this evening's lesson, to begin to realize that humiliation was less painful than torture, and so, in a world where one tried to avoid pain if possible, was preferable. 115 and 116 were learning that now as they continued this grotesque dance for his pleasure.