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"And right now I need a good, warm, tight hole more than I need a foot stool," the Doctor said as he got up from his seat and kneeled behind 109, taking some lube off a side table, "this is for my pleasure, not Its ass," he chuckled as he lubed his cock then rammed it into Its ass. There was no foreplay, no gentle stretching of Its hole, just one massive plunge and the Doctor was in all the way. 109 gasped in pain, and Its body involuntarily spasmed, trying to adjust to this sudden invasion of Its cunt. As quickly as the Doctor was all the way in, he was all the way out, but not from a sense of mercy, but rather to be able to plunge his rock hard rod right back in that warm vulnerable hole that was completely his. Again, It gasped and struggled to hold Its position, Its neck hurting from the strain of holding Its head so far back.
Now Its Master was using It for his complete pleasure, and even with the pain It was feeling, It was pleased to be providing that pleasure to Its Master. A month ago there would have been tears streaming down Its face, but not now. It hurt and It was suffering, but It was also giving pleasure to Its Master, and now It realized that is what a good Toy is for, Its owner's pleasure.
Pleasure was certainly what the Doctor was receiving now as he continued to ram his cock again and again into this delightful tight hole. He looked down at the beautiful ebony skinned toy that was there for his pleasure. His delight was heightened by the fact that this slave had been taken from being a stubborn insolent young man to a submissive toy in just over two months. That was a record for Trainer, and the fact that the level of submissiveness was greater than it had been in many of the slaves before 109, caused the Doctor's mind to race with the possibilities, even as he could feel himself nearing his climax. As he continued to ram his property he leaned down just enough to reach down and around to Its raw sensitive nipples and give them a vicious squeeze and twist. He relished the moan that emanated from deep within 109, it stimulated him even more, but then the pain of others almost always did. Yes, this slave was a fine piece of property and would make him a good deal of money, but for now, It was simply his cum receptacle.
And with that stimulatingly powerful thought, the Doctor began releasing his load into 109's receptive ass. "Yes," he cried as the first rope of cum began to coat 109's passage, "Yes, Yes," as more cum shot into Its bowels. The Doctor began to slap Its ass cheeks and side in a state of euphoria. "Take it all bitch," he cried as he shot his final load, and came to rest on 109's muscular back. 109 felt most of the weight of Its Master resting on Its back, then felt Its Master's right hand go from Its sore and now throbbing right nipple to Its ball sac, where it grasped Its balls and began firmly squeezing as it had been before the fucking began.
"I said It would be my slave, and I've made it so. I said I would do anything I wanted with It, and I've made it so. I said It would do anything I commanded, willingly, and I've made it so. I said I would make you my submissive Toy, and I've made it so. And I said I would sell you to whomever I chose, to use you in any way he chose, and I will make that so as well. As the Doctor said this he continued to squeeze 109's balls as emphasis to all he was saying. That gesture wasn't necessary as 109 had no doubt that the Doctor would do this, and now understood this to be Its destiny. With the Doctor's softening dick in Its ass, with Its bowels coated with cum, with Its balls being crushed, 109 accepted Its fate. It was a Sex Toy.
* * *
And so, as the other slaves came to their cells on that evening, they found 109 standing in the position that a Boss had left him in, with instructions that "It is now a statue, until told otherwise." As the slaves returned to their cells, they looked furtively at 109. Most of them had decided that he must be dead, but here he was, only he wasn't like anything they had experienced of him before. After the slaves had been locked in their cells, Trainer had ordered the Bosses to withdraw for a little while. When they did so, some of the slaves began whispering to 109 to find out what had happened.
104 was among the first to whisper, "Are you okay? We've been wondering what happened to you. What did Trainer do to you?"
Only 109 continued to stand, silently, in the prescribed position. He was striking, it almost looked like he had been oiled, his skin seem to have a luster to it, and his silence was confusing to the others.
"What have they done to you, are you okay," 99 whispered with a bit more urgency, but still no response or even recognition by 109 that he had heard the others.
Now the other slaves began to become more agitated. After all, whatever had been done to 109 could be done to any or all of them. Something was wrong, 109 had been one of the most defiant of them all, but now he stood there, almost motionless except for the movement of his abdomen as he breathed.
"What's wrong with you man," 101 growled from his cage? He had enjoyed watching 109 defy Trainer and the other Bosses, and to see him like this was unnerving to him. "At least tell us what's going on."
109, while standing motionless, was anything but that on the inside. Tell you what's going on, It thought to Itself. How can It tell you what's going on, when It doesn't completely understand Itself. All It knows for sure is that It was placed in this position by Boss Willis, and It will remain in this position until ordered otherwise. What's wrong with It, you ask. Nothing is wrong with It, It has simply found It's place in the world, as the rest of you will discover as well. It doesn't matter what any of us came into this room as, none of us will leave alive as anything other than a Sex Toy. It understands that now.
After about forty-five minutes of fruitless questions and some exasperation on the part of the other slaves, Boss Martin came back into the room. "I see you've all noticed that 109 is back with us. Has It told you about Its little vacation and all the fun Its been having with Mr. Trainer and the Bosses? No?? Well let me enlighten all you stupid cunts, especially since you're looking at a version of yourselves, or at least the you of the future," Willis chuckled.
"You see, 109 is no longer merely a slave, It has advanced to become a Sex Toy. Don't waste your time trying to understand all of that, for now all you need to understand is that 109 is to never be referred to as a person, and no personal pronouns are to be used by any of you in referring to It. 109 is now a Toy, and no one refers to a toy as 'you' or 'he.' A toy is referred to as an object, as 'it,' and that is how all of you will refer to It or the consequences will be severe."
"As you can see, It was placed here as a statue, and since statues don't talk, It is not allowed to speak. Even to answer any of your pathetically stupid questions," and with that Willis looked at all of them knowingly. "And It will hold this position until told otherwise, but one of the advantages of this type of statue is that It can be played with, if the owner so desires."
And with that Willis began to fondle 109's cock, quickly bringing It to full erection. 109 was as horny as It could ever remember being after all the sex play over the last ten days. It had been allowed to cum only a couple of times, and both of them had accompanied a good deal of pain. Now, all of a sudden, It was being fondled, and It was responding. The only real frustration was having to hold a strict position while being played with. Almost immediately after beginning to fondle 109's cock, Willis began to play with Its nipples. They were still very sore, and 109 groaned softly, letting Willis know he was having the desired effect on It.
Willis was also having the desired effect on the other slaves as well as he continued to stroke the cock of this beautiful slave. He was glad this assignment had been given to him because he found 109 strikingly beautiful. He only wished he could afford to own a slave like this, but knew that would never happen. That's one of the reasons this job had been such a great one for him. He had the opportunity to use beautiful slaves as if they were his own, and got paid for it.
"I know It loves this, and It loves having me show It this much attention," Willis whispered to 109 soft enough that no one else heard anything. 109 moaned gently in response, beginning to understand the one power It might have in the future, the power to drive some men crazy with desire,
and that's no small thing, It realized. 109 was careful to hold Its position, just as It had the night before with the Doctor. It was churning with desire on the inside, but on the outside, It was holding the position ordered. It was beginning to breathe more rapidly, and perspiration was beginning to break out on Its forehead, and if one looked closely, little ripples of movement would appear on Its torso.
The other slaves watched with fascination. Not because one of them was being masturbated, that and worse had happened to each of them, and they all knew there was nothing they could do about it. But rather that 109 was participating in a way they had not seen before. It wasn't simply that "It" was submitting, but rather that It was participating in the act. Willis was playing with It, but It was trying to please Willis, even while not being allowed to really move. Something significant had happened to 109, something that had changed this reality for It, but worse, it was something that could happen to them. They now realized that they could become like 109, and that terrified them.
109 was close to releasing a huge load of hot jizz, but Willis said, loud enough for others to hear, "It had better not shoot until It is given permission. Toys don't shoot cum, or anything else, without permission." With that 109 really began to sweat. How was It going to refrain from this bodily function? It began to try to think about something else, something nonsexual. It wasn't having a great deal of luck, when Willis said, "And when I do give It permission to shoot, It must do so immediately, or It will be punished severely." With that Willis began to really enjoy himself. He had complete control of this beautiful muscular man, and he knew that It would do whatever It could to obey him.
So a process of riding the edge began for 109. It had to be ready to shoot at any time, but It couldn't release until allowed to do so. Willis was actually better at this than 109 knew because it was one of his favorite pass times, and he was actually pretty good about reading his "victims." He wanted to add some anxiety to the mix for 109, but he was having too much fun to allow 109 to fail too badly.
Unfortunately, 109 was unaware of this momentary lapse in Willis' character. It was struggling to obey the commands that had been given to It, but then It began to feel that release beginning deep within Its balls. It panicked, which showed in Its eyes and Willis waited only a few more seconds before shouting, "Shoot Toy, Shoot Its load.......Now!!"
And with that, cord after cord of hot jizz spewed forth from 109's raging cock. Again and again it shot across the floor falling several feet away, but eerily, there was no loud release or exclamation from 109, there was no collapse of his upper body into the arms of Willis, there was hardly any movement at all, just cords of cum shooting out of this "statue."
When It was finished, the only change was that Its breathing was rapid but beginning to slow down and come under control again. Then Willis did something very uncharacteristic. Most of the slaves suspected that he was gay because of some of the ways he treated them, but now he took 109 in his arms and told him, "It may now release position and respond to me." With that he kissed 109 full on his lips and 109 responded by placing his arms around Willis and pulling him into Itself. None of the slaves had witnessed this kind of "intimacy" between a slave and one of the Bosses. It was more shocking than to see a slave being beaten by a Boss. There was nothing a slave could do about a beating, but to give one's self to one of these sadists, truly give one's self, was beyond their pale of experience. It frightened them.
For his part, Willis was in ecstasy. He only wished he could take 109 to his quarters this evening and continue to use It, but his instructions were clear, even down to this kiss. 109 was to be returned to Its cell, where It would remain, silent, much to the consternation of the other slaves, for the rest of the night. But for right now, he could enjoy It for a little longer, so he reached down and began squeezing one of Its nipples which caused It to hold him even tighter. Pure ecstasy.
Finally, Willis broke from the embrace and pushed 109 into Its cell. "It's not to speak until one of the Bosses comes in tomorrow morning. Not one sound. Does It understand?"
And 109 looked into Willis' eyes and bowed Its head in submission, indicating Its understanding. Then Willis walked out of the room.
He hadn't been gone more than a minute when several of the slaves near 109's cell began whispering to It, "What happened, what did they do to you?"
109 looked up and realized that this was the first time in over ten days anyone had said "you" to It. It was saddened by the loss of "self" in that way, but It knew there was nothing that could be done about that now. It simply looked at the other slaves and found Itself wondering, how will you do when Trainer takes you into that room? How will you come out? Will you still be a "you," or will you be an "It?"
All that occurred in 109's mind because It knew better than to speak without permission. Eventually, the other slaves stopped whispering their questions, but the lack of any answers left a bitter air of betrayal in the room. All the other slaves, even 115 who was so new to all of this, went to their racks that night wondering, what had happened, and could it happen to me. Exactly what Trainer wanted them to be thinking about that long and mostly sleepless night.
* * *
The Doctor sits in his office in the compound with Trainer while they have Watts on the speaker phone. Trainer and the Doctor were in the midst of planning some of the weeks activities when Watts called. The Doctor was glad that Trainer was there so he would hear about the new prospect first hand.
"He looks good to me," Watts is saying, "23 years old, 5'11", dark red hair and green eyes, cute face, athletic build, should develop nicely with some physical training, not many real connections I can find. He has a mother, but she's half way across the country and doesn't seem to have a lot of contact. Lives with two other roommates, but he's not close to them. I think he's the third man. He's another construction worker, what can I say, I like construction sites," he says laughingly, while the Doctor and Trainer give each other a knowing smile. "He thinks I'm an out of town contractor looking for someone to head up one of my crews. He's ready to jump because he's been at his present job almost two years and feels like he's getting the shaft. I've told him I want to take him to Houston to meet with my people, so I figured we could grab him at the airport."
"That all sounds good from this end," the Doctor says, "but I don't want him for at least a week. We have two customers coming on the eighteenth now, and I want us focused on that from this end until it's over. That's four days from now, so the earliest I'd want this new one would be next Friday. What if you tell him you want to bring him for the weekend to see the set up and find out if he might be interested. We'll grab him, then just contact the old employer with the usual nasty letters and the roommates with the same. Doesn't sound like any of them will really be interested in following up, and how would they anyway. This kid will disappear without a trace like the rest of them. I'm pleased to be getting this redhead. We'll probably fast track him for our previous buyer, or let a few others know. They always seem to be in high demand, though I can't see why."
"Well Sir, I'm partial to them myself, and I was wondering if maybe I could have that first night with him at the compound before ya'll really get started?"
"You're insatiable," the Doctor said laughingly, "and I'm not making any promises, it will really depend on our schedule here, but I've heard your request and I'll think about it."
"I'd appreciate that. By the way, I know you'll still have a cage open, even with this redhead, and I was wondering about another illegal. Has that young one attracted much interest. They're so damn easy to come up with, I just thought I could grab another one for you within a couple of days of you taking the redhead. That'll give you a full house."
"Hopefully you're wrong, these two buyers are really good prospects, so I'm hoping to have at least one, maybe two cages available soon after the eighteenth. I'll think about what you're saying. You're right about the ease of grabbing them. No one really knows where they are, where they're from, n
o one's keeping up with them, and if they disappear, no one says a thing. 107 hasn't really been here long enough to attract much attention, but there's always someone out there that likes them a little younger. Maybe we should go even a little younger on the next one, maybe around seventeen. What do you think Trainer, is that too young for you to be able to get what we want?"
"That's getting pretty young, but as long as they're fully developed physically, I think I can make it work. And, you're right about some of our customers wanting to go a little younger."
"Well, after we get Red you can start looking around the usual places and see what looks interesting. Is that all from your end?"
"Yes Sir, I'll call you with the details for the pick up on the Friday following the eighteenth. Maybe I should tell this guy to enjoy himself, he only has a few days left as a real man," Watts said while he laughed at his end of the phone.
"Well I'm sure he would appreciate the consideration, but it might affect whether or not you get that night," the Doctor chuckled.
"Oh, don't worry then," Watts laughed, "I'll just let him live the same miserable life he's been living for the past 23 years, till we're ready to spring his new one on him. Guess it might be best to just go cold turkey," and the laughter died as the Doctor pressed the disconnect button on the phone, while he and Trainer shared in the humor of what was about to happen to Red.