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  What the slaves hadn't figured out yet was the obvious. That any man who had the power to humiliate you in such a way, owned you. They had each experienced it before, but in much more subtle ways, a boss on a job having you redo something, when it didn't really need to be redone, just because he could, or a teacher having you go to the black board and write sentences over and over again, when you had already learned your lesson, but they had that power over you. The fact is that most people know what it's like to be humiliated, they just make excuses for it because there's really nothing they can do about it, and they don't want to face the truth of it.

  But there was nothing preventing either of them from seeing the ugly brutal truth that most people live with, but deny. Others often have the ability to humiliate us, they have power over us, and often misuse that power. Their life here as captives was, in fact, more honest than much of their life had been in the worlds they had known. Here people had power over them and it wasn't subtle, it was obvious, it was brutal, it was humiliating. The more humiliation they experienced, the deeper that lesson sank in, the more they understood what it meant of be pleasure things for other powerful men, that their only task was to obey, and to please their Masters in any way they could. Very much as they had done when they redid the unnecessary report, or wrote the sentences on the black board, or fetched the cup of coffee, or a hundred other little indignities so common in our culture.

  The Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell, "Murphy, you can pick these two up in the morning at 6, Radar will have them ready for you." With that, the Doctor decided this lesson would go on longer........all night in fact. "I'm ready for my dinner now, Radar, you may serve." Radar clucked once and jumped into action. He could dish out punishment without a great deal of emotion, partly because as the Doctor's personal slave, he had been punished often, quite often. He'd learned that obedience, immediate and complete, was the safest option. The Doctor's dinner would be on the table in less than fifteen minutes, and it would be excellent, or Radar would suffer.

  "I can see that ya'll are busy, so I'll leave you to your lovemaking. If you stop or slow down.......you'll regret it," the Doctor said as he got up and walked through a wide arch into the adjoining dining room. Both were still quite visible, as was the Doctor to them as he leisurely ate his delightful dinner, while they dined on each other's cum.

  Finally, after almost forty-five minutes of trading cum, the Doctor and Radar approached the two again. "That's enough you two faggots, you don't seem to be able to get enough of each other, but you can get back to that in a moment. On your haunches, we both need to take a piss."

  They knew what that meant, and each of them held the cum in their mouths then got into position. "I hope you two appreciate the fact that we're not going to make you sleep with all that cum in your mouths. In fact, we're going to help you out by washing it down for you, and with that, the Doctor began to piss into 116's mouth and Radar began to piss into 115's. They both had heavy streams of piss that flooded their mouths, even as they gasped to swallow and gulp all of it. They each knew that when a man takes a piss he enjoys relaxing while relieving himself. However, the whole process is heightened by the sense of power one has over the hapless piece of shit being used as a urinal. It's the urinal's duty to take it all, and 115 and 116 worked hard to do just that.

  "Radar, bed these two down on a blanket at the foot of my bed," said the Doctor, then to the captives, "you will sleep with each other's cock in your mouth. It is not to come out during the night. If either of you has to piss, the other one takes it. Understand?"

  "Yes Master," each responded, and then crawled after Radar as no one had given them permission to rise. He led them into a magnificent room, he threw a blanket on the floor at the foot of a huge bed and pointed to it. They got into position and each took the other's cock in his mouth. It was going to be an awkward way to sleep, but they would help each other as much as possible. Then Radar did the most unusual thing before he withdrew from the room. He knelt down over them, then bent over and kissed each of them gently on the side of their face. 115 heard 116 begin to cry softly, but he couldn't speak any words of comfort without taking the dick out of his mouth, and that, he would not do.

  116 lay there and thought about what was happening to him, not simply the capture and all the crap these bastards were doing to him. No, he was thinking about what was happening inside him when they did these disgusting terrible things. Why did he feel the way he did, why was he repulsed and attracted at the same time? What was happening to him? He wanted out of this place, not simply because it was horrible, but because he could feel himself being drawn to this place, and if he didn't get away soon, he might not ever be able to. That's why he was crying right now........WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON IN HIM??

  A little while later, both slaves heard Radar run to the bed and wait for his Master there. When the Doctor came to bed they heard him slap his slave several times then take him sexually. They couldn't see anything, only hear, and that was more than they wanted.

  * * *

  The next morning the Doctor got a fairly early start, and had only been in his office about an hour, with a full day ahead. He was glad he was able to use 113, to relieve himself, as he didn't have time to go out to the day's piss boy. When he had work in the office, the Doctor would often have one of the boys delivered there so he could do some extra personalized training. That way he kept in touch with the progress of each captive, but he also simply enjoyed tormenting someone while he was being tormented by paper work. As for the victim du jur, it was simply another day in hell. Maybe a little worse, but each had to contend with it as best he could.

  As he was finishing his piss he casually remarked, "You are a natural for this. You'll never convince me you haven't been doing this for years," while 113, a handsome slender Asian, finished choking down his piss load. About that time Trainer came in, "You wanted to see me, Sir," he asked as the Doctor looked at 113, obviously waiting for and not receiving something from this personal urinal who was catching his breath after taking a load of hot piss.

  "Yes, I did. By the way I want you to schedule in a good session for 113 in The Room. He just took my piss, but failed to lick the last drop from the head, kiss my cock and thank it. That's just plain sloppy work on his part, and we can't have that."

  113 felt his spirits crash as he was being discussed as if he weren't even there, and he was furious with himself for not pleasing the Doctor. A session with Trainer, God, that was the last thing in the world he wanted.

  "I'll be glad to Sir, and I can tell you this, it will be a particularly bad session," he said as he stared hard at 113, "because I'm really busy right now, and to have to stop other work to correct this piece of shit for such a stupid mistake simply infuriates me."

  "I can understand that Trainer, and I sympathize with you, but we have to nip these things in the bud. Besides, it's probably time to get him to the next level anyway. Why don't you see what you think as you gently remind him of the expectations of the real men he serves."

  "I will Sir," Trainer said as he angrily pointed to the door for 113 to crawl out through, thinking to himself, you'll be sorry when I'm finished with you.

  "I know it's been difficult for you with Dos, is it going to be too much, or are you comfortable continuing?"

  Trainer actually felt himself relax a bit because of the friendly nature of the gesture the Doctor was making. "It will be alright Sir, and you're right, we can't let up on the others. It's all too important. I am going to move rapidly to hire another Boss to replace XX. That will get us back up to full strength and help out a lot."

  "I agree, in fact, I should have encouraged you already in that direction. Your thinking is right on, especially since I've been contacted by another Buyer. He'd like to come in next week and look at the stock. Do you think we could be ready?"

  Trainer brightened immediately, "I can assure you we'll be ready Sir. We always have time to entertain our Customers," h
e said with enthusiasm as he was delighted to think that the year was really picking up. Three buyers in less than three weeks, that was a good sign.

  "I like your spirit, Trainer," the Doctor responded appreciatively, but lately, when I've spoken to our Buyers, I've started wondering if the circus was in town."

  Trainer chuckled a little as he asked, "Why's that Sir?"

  "Well after X basically wanted a she/he, not our specialty, but we can and are handling it, then Y comes in and wants one of our Bosses and another one that hates that Boss, I've decided that sometimes life actually does become stranger than fiction. This is a new buyer, recommended by one of our trusted Customers, and while I always look forward to enlarging our customer base, this is another unusual request.

  As a young man he was one of the Chinese advisors during the end of the Viet Nam War. Rumor has it that he stole some very valuable artifacts, but nothing was ever proven. Anyway it proved to be the beginning of a sizable fortune. Now that he's older he has fond memories of his time in Viet Nam. What he's doing is building a smaller version of one of the POW camps where he can be the Commandant."

  Trainer's first reaction wasn't very positive. He'd had an uncle that served in Viet Nam and he still had vivid memories of some of the stories his uncle had told him. But then he realized there was nothing that this guy could do to any of their captives that was any worse because of this rather unusual role playing overlay.

  Trainer was only semi-joking with the Doctor when he said, "Well then Sir it's a good thing you have that strict policy of yours concerning what happens when a Customer buys a piece of property here."

  "What policy is that," the Doctor asked in a more light hearted mood?

  "Why Sir, the policy that once a Customer buys one of these guys, he can do any damn thing he wants with him," Trainer laughed, and was soon joined by the Doctor.

  "Thank you for that bit of perspective," he chuckled. Then continued, "Well there's a good chance this will be a multiple purchase, and those are generally a profitable as they are rare. A few days before the visit I want to stop all showers and shaving. I want the stock to look a little rougher, as I think that will fit into what this client is looking for."

  Trainer realized that as usual the Doctor was a few steps ahead of everyone in the ability to plan. He liked the idea and saw how effective it could be. The stock would look tougher and give the air of what this customer might respond to.

  "Don't worry Sir," Trainer was saying as the Doctor walked him to the door. "I'll have everything set up for you just the way you want. I even have a couple of ideas that might help out, but I want to think them through a little."

  "That's excellent Trainer, I knew I could count on your professionalism in this. This could be a really nice sale for us," he finished saying as he patted Trainer on the back. "Would you do me a favor and send in Mr. Watts on your way out?"

  As Watts came in, the Doctor noticed he seemed unusually pleased with himself. "Okay Watts, I'm in the mood for some good news. Can you accommodate me?"

  "Sir," Watts said as he began to really smile, "I think I can do better than that, I think I can blow you away. As you know we've been talking about me running through the areas of illegal workers, to see if I could find something that might be interesting for us. It usually takes a lot less time and involvement to grab an illegal because they're under everybody's radar. Most of the time their families don't know where they are, their fellow workers aren't the same from day to day, and they move around so much that if someone disappears, there's really no one to ask questions."

  "So, I went through some of my usual areas, and I spotted this one kid, probably 18 or 19. He stood out because he had his shirt off. I think he was showing off a little, and believe me, he had every right to show off. The kid's body is beautiful Sir, broad muscular shoulders, well defined chest and abs, small waist, but it was when he turned to me that I saw his face. Sir, he's beautiful, I mean really drop dead gorgeous. He really had my attention, so as I drove by I nodded a little and pulled up along side the curb. He came over to the passenger side where I'd lowered the window, put his arms against the door jam and leaned in a little. He's actually better looking up close Sir"

  "I told him I was looking for someone for some work that might take several days. That way if he tells some of the others they'll be expecting him to be gone for a few days, and won't ask any questions. When he said that would be fine, he asked if there would be enough work for him and his brother because they preferred working together, and they could get it done faster that way. I was about to tell him that I wasn't really interested in his brother when he whistled to another kid about thirty feet away with his back to us. I couldn't really see much through the window other than his torso, but when he got to the truck he bent down and looked into the window beside his brother."

  Then Watts paused in his story, finally the Doctor looked at him a bit perturbed, "Yes, so his brother was there.....so?"

  "Yes Sir, his TWIN brother was there. I thought I was seeing double Sir, identical twins.........and from what I could see I mean IDENTICAL," Watts said, smiling.

  The Doctor just stared at him for a moment, then a big grin came on his face. "Twins," was all he said for a moment. Then he sat down and began to think........."TWINS"........the possibilities just carried him for a moment, "and good looking you say Watts?"

  "No Sir, I said BEAUTIFUL or GORGEOUS," he said laughing, "I'm not sure which, maybe both."

  "Twins," the Doctor continued to muse. "How would you want to do the grab if there are two?"

  "Well Sir, I've thought about it, and it might be a lot easier than you would first think. What I was thinking was I pick them up in my truck, bring them to the warehouse, have them actually move some boxes for a couple of hours, give you a chance to see them in person, and if you say okay, then reward them with a beer, a very special beer that will change their lives," he said, really proud of himself for his plan.

  "Watts, it's brilliant. We only have one cell right now, but that might be exactly the way it should be, I want to give that some thought. Do you think you can find these guys again, you know how those people move around?"

  "I invested $20 Sir. I told him that I would be ready for them day after tomorrow, and I was giving them $20 now to show up, and would pay them $150 per day, each, and that the work would probably take about five days. That's well above market for those guys and it's five days, Sir. I think those two will move heaven and earth to make sure they see me first, day after tomorrow and get the job. They'll be there Sir."

  "Watts, if this goes as smoothly as you say, and if they're what you claim, I think you could look forward to a nice bonus in your check this month," the Doctor said smiling. He was genuinely in a good mood........."twins".........."mmmmmmmm."

  * * *

  Toward the end of that particularly busy day, the Doctor found himself looking forward to his old friend and valued Customer dropping by for a drink. They'd known each other since they were kids. In fact, it was this particular wealthy friend that had helped with the seed money for the Doctor's original compound. They'd shared an interest in BDSM from college, and one in slavery soon thereafter. Kit was one of the few people that the Doctor considered a true friend, and when his friend had called him earlier that day and said he'd really appreciate it if the Doctor could give him half an hour later that day, he didn't think twice about saying yes. Especially since he knew his friend was flying in from New York for the meeting. Something was up, and his friend needed something, and all the Doctor really knew at this point was that he was coming to the right place.

  Murphy met Kit at the airport, and drove him straight to the compound for his meeting with the Doctor. Needless to say his favorite scotch was already waiting for him in the limo, so the ride was quite pleasant. Kit had grown up very wealthy, but unlike so many of his friends who had been raised with wealth, he hadn't become obsessed with the good life, or more appropriately, the decadent wasted life, that many
of his wealthy friends had seemed to pursue. He had been fascinated with the possibility that he could turn the fortune he was inheriting into a world class fortune. People always joked that the first million was the hardest to make, well he had inherited the first 250 million, so he had figured that he had a pretty good step up, and it had been. Now he was worth billions, and he'd actually enjoyed the process of getting there, but much of what he truly cared about was in jeopardy now, and he was hoping his friend could help him.

  He'd been to the Compound numerous times, and always enjoyed his visits as his old friend generally set him up with one of his more up and coming properties for the evening. In fact, Kit had bought one of them, and was still enjoying him at a special place he kept for that purpose in the City, but this time, Kit wasn't sure his old friend would be glad to see him. As the male secretary showed Kit into the Doctor's office, the Doctor came from behind his desk and greeted him warmly.

  "Kit it's great to see you again. I didn't think I'd see you till later in the year at our fall sale." He then dismissed his secretary with a nod that indicated they were not to be disturbed for any reason.