The Making of a Toyboy Slave

The Making of a Toyboy Slave 03

The Making of a Toyboy Slave 03

Thank you for opening my story. It is the third part of a tetralogy, but I hope that you will be able to enjoy it, if you prefer, without reading the first two parts. When you have finished it, II would be very grateful if you would find the time to give it a rating, and if possible make some comments. Part four has not yet been written, so there is still time to influence the content.

Readers of parts one and two might prefer to miss the rest of this preface. The story tells the tale of a young man who is painfully shy, naïve and begins as a virgin, although he is not devoid of means. He falls for a much older woman- June- and plucks up the courage to approach her, whereupon she takes him home and seduces him. Claiming to be unable to maintain a relationship in which she is not in total control, she induces him to agree to being tied up, whereupon she uses him again for her sexual pleasure.

Unable to bear the thought of returning to his old, lonely life, he places himself under her authority and returns home wearing a locked chastity cage. After a frustrating few days he is summoned to meet her again, this time in a friend's garden. Their third meeting is at her own home, and there she introduces him to a female slavegirl who is temporarily under her control. She also gives him a name- Cock- in an obvious attempt to undermine his sense of identity. By this time, he is aware that she is a member of a larger organization- or syndicate- but he still has much to learn about it.

In the early days of the relationship, June is very reluctant to define his status. Later on, she uses the word "slave" freely, and is quite open about the fact that he is her property.

Teaching and Learning

Teaching and Learning

Cock spent four days with June and Slut, and they were the happiest of his life so far. He was naked every minute of that time, and for most of it he was in bondage, with his wrists held behind his back with cuffs, ropes or with a selection of armbinders. For shorter periods he was spread out in an X-shape, hanging upside down, or bound tightly to an upright post. In retrospect, he struggled to understand how his mistress, June, had fitted so much into so short a time. Unlike Slut, he was rarely in his cage. When he was not being used, his mistress kept him bound in her bed or used him as a gentle stimulant or display piece.

The periods in stressful and/or contorted bondage were relatively short. According to June, the practice of using "between the legs" or "under the table" slaves was mushrooming in popularity. In a way it was just like smoking at one's desk, drinking endless cups of coffee while toiling at a laptop, or listening to music at work. It was just as common at the dinner table, especially for special occasions and formal meals. The sex-slave had to be trained to use his or her mouth to give carefully measured pleasure to both male and female users, keeping it up for hours on end.

June wanted to train both Cock and Slut to fill that role when required, and she did work at her desk, usually, for at least two hours each morning and two each afternoon. Often it was longer, with an extra hour or two in the evening. One of the pair would be kneeling between her legs, wrists locked behind, lapping gently at her vulva. The other would be in some form of display bondage. June liked to have Slut spread out naked against the wall directly in her line of sight, mouth held open by a metal ball clipped directly to the ring on her tongue, making an effective ballgag. Cock was more likely to be hogtied on an occasional table.

For the slave in training, it was important to bear in mind that June really did have work to do, so when in doubt it was always better to err on the side of under-stimulation, avoiding direct contact with her clitoris. When the mistress wanted to cum she would tap her slave on the head four times. Over-enthusiasm was punished with a light spanking afterwards, and during those four days she never used a proper punishment whip on either of them. She did employ a very light riding whip as a spur during some of the training routines to which she subjected them.

June was particularly anxious for Cock and Slut to learn the goldfish. Having sex when both had their hands locked behind their backs was difficult at first, and for the first time June just left them to it on the living room floor while she watched an episode ofWhitstable Pearl. Both were gagged, so no instructions could be exchanged, and it took them half the programme to settle on doing it with him behind her, which was by far the easiest approach. She still had to incline her bottom, as did he, to ensure that his penis pointed up towards her vagina, and then it took several tentative pushes until he was inside.

Then he had difficulty getting the leverage to thrust into her, and by the time June's programme finished, neither of them had climaxed. They were trying to achieve something by partially rolling their bodies against one another. She was impatient enough to speed things up by caning their bottoms in turn, and much to Cock's surprise that helped. He found muscles the existence of which he had never suspected, and the same seemed to be true of Slut.

They both came within two or three minutes, although not together, and Cock was wondering why June had not saved his ejaculation for some other lesson or demonstration. It turned out he didn't need it, as she made them both kneel facing one another, and stood between them. Slut was required to eat her pussy while he rimmed her. From their positions it required a considerable effort, and she could help only one of them at a time by holding herself open. His bottom was smarting, and he assumed that Slut's was too. He could only wonder what a proper caning, or whipping, would be like. By their combined efforts, however, they managed eventually to bring her off; an orgasm so powerful that she almost fell forwards, supporting herself on Slut's shoulders.

Other exercises included "69s," both with June and one another and always in bondage, and very long kissing sessions- in one case hanging upside down- and snogging to music, mainly with June. The mistress also made them move around the house and garden in various forms of bondage, and sometimes raced them against one another, encouraging them with her collection of light canes and whips. It would be an exaggeration to say that Cock enjoyed everything that she made him do, or that she did to him, but he would not, given the offer, have thought for a moment of bailing out of the relationship.

The exact nature of the relationship might not have been entirely clear at first, when although he had surrendered to her the ownership of his body, she had been reluctant to use the wordslave. It had probably been easy enough to avoid it with Slut, for as the girl had no speaking voice there was no real conversation. Gradually, with Cock, she began to run out of circumlocutions, and eventually she started addressing both as "slave," and discoursing freely on the nature of slavery as she understood it.

It was during one of those conversations, while they were all at the dinner table and she was feeding him Chinese special fried rice (Slut always had gruel and food pellets) that she gave him a real surprise. "You'll be going home for a couple of days to recover your strength and virility," she told him. "Then you'll be spending a couple of days with my friend Imogen. You've seen her with me at the hotel, and it was in her garden that you and I met the last time we had afternoon tea there. You'll find that she and I treat slaves very differently."

"May I ask, mistress, how those differences manifest themselves?" asked Cock.

"You may. I'm a very lenient mistress, as I'm sure you realize despite me being the only one you've met so far. I use you and Slut like toys, and I expect total obedience, but it isn't my aim to humiliate or belittle either of you. If I had a dog, I wouldn't want to make it sit up and beg or roll over and pretend to die. Imogen makes her slaves grovel. You won't sit at the table with her at mealtimes: you'll be on the floor licking her feet, expecting to be fed leftovers in a bowl afterwards if she thinks you've done a good job."

"After that, will I be back with you, mistress?"

"Not quite. You'll be off to the clinic for a few minor treatments. Then you'll be back in my charge, but you'll also be ready to meet the rest of the syndicate. Don't worry, we'll still have time to spend together. I think Slut will be back here then, but perhaps not for much longer."

That was not bad news. Cock was fond of Slut, and appreciative of her growing sexual skills, but the nights, when she was locked in her cage in the basement and he was chained to June's bed, were the happiest times of all.

Improvements

Improvements

Before taking him home, June caged Cock's penis, using a smaller curved metal tube with a pee-hole at the tip. It was supposed to be possible to wash by using a small-bore plastic tube that could be attached to the nozzle of the enema machine, but he had doubts about the efficacy of the process. He was told to remain naked indoors, dressing only for walks and shopping expeditions, but he thought he had stocked his freezer and fridge well enough not to need the latter.

The new tube created a smaller bulge in his trousers, making outdoor activities marginally more attractive. June had changed it because she had managed to demonstrate that he could cum in the old one, making it unsafe to leave him alone with it. With the tube he could not touch any part of his penis, and with its smaller size and curved shape he could not achieve the same degree of tumescence.

He was far from clear which he preferred. With the old cage he was frustrated most of the time, and sometimes in pain, but now he felt much closer to real impotence, almost a eunuch. June had intimated that, after his visit to the clinic, cages would no longer be needed, but she had refused to answer any questions on the subject. He was fairly sure that she was not going to have him turned into a real eunuch; she enjoyed his hardness far too much for that. Nevertheless, he was very apprehensive. He knew that he would emerge with a ring on his tongue, and he had no idea how that would feel.

Cock spent many of the daylight hours walking. The long hours that he had spent in bondage had reinforced the message that he needed to take exercise whenever he could. Apart from limited household duties, for the rest of the time he sat and read in his little garden, or watched pornography on his big screen. Despite his inability to masturbate, he enjoyed it because it no longer caused him much discomfort, and he had the idea that he might learn something from it.

He slept more than usual, and his two days alone passed quickly because he really needed the rest. It turned out to be longer than he expected, as because of a change in Imogen's plans the order of events was reversed. He received a message from June to the effect that he was going to the clinic first. There was no explanation. At the appointed time he was kneeling in the hallway, dressed in his usual shirt and trousers, and he was collected by two young women in nurses' uniforms, albeit with very short skirts. They locked his wrists behind his back, gave him an injection in his throat, and walked him out to sit in the back of their little van. He lost consciousness almost as soon as they started moving.

If Cock had been asked to write an account of his time in the clinic, it would have been short and vague. He did not know where it was or how long it had taken to get there, and for most of his stay he was semi-conscious. He knew that he spent some of the time in an operating theatre, and that things were done to his mouth and his private parts. He knew that at one point he was bound between posts and smeared with some kind of ointment. He recovered some of his alertness during that process, and so deduced from the conversations around him that his body was being permanently depilated, except for the hair on his head, his eyebrows and lashes. He knew, therefore, that he would never shave again.

Cock was also aware of being given semi-liquid food, and water, through a tube, and having dressings on his genitals that were frequently changed. His tongue and his nose were also repeatedly treated with ointments; probably antiseptics. Then the fog lifted suddenly one morning, and as he lay chained to his bed a middle-aged female doctor and a much younger nurse were there to give him a conducted tour of his own body.

Cock now sported multiple piercings, all large enough to take thick metal rings or small padlocks. The one on his tongue was the most intrusive by far, and it held a rod with plates on the top and bottom. A little ring had been screwed and cemented into the top, and would probably remain there for the rest of his life. It felt as if someone had filled his mouth with scrap metal, but he believed the doctor when she told him that he would soon get used to it.

He also had a piercing in his septum- between his nostrils- in which was fitted, temporarily, a small padlock. It would normally take a ring of virtually any size, a lead, or a bell. If his owner preferred it could be left vacant and filled with a plug to prevent it closing.

Then they transferred their attention to his penis and its surroundings. He now had a hole in his foreskin which could be used to attach him to things, but it was meant primarily as a chastity aid. With a large padlock in it, or even just a nut and bolt, he would be unable to penetrate a vagina or an anus, although handjobs would be possible. Those could be prevented by pulling his penis down over his testicles and locking it to the back of the scrotal ring. That was now much more secure, having been replaced by one with a central post that passed through his flesh at the top of his scrotal sac.

Although the doctor and the nurse were handling Cock freely, he felt no sign of an impending erection. The piercings and the ring were very much optional extras- almost decorations- because he had been fitted with a regulator, which was now demonstrated. It had several settings and was worked by remote control, and he could be raised by incremental stages from one to eight by a circular knob. At one he was completely flaccid, and at three he could feel himself beginning to stir. At five he was almost hard, and the nurse remarked that many users liked to use that setting to roll the shaft around their mouths, squeezing it with their lips while tonguing theglans.

At six it was hard enough to penetrate a vagina, and that was the most useful setting. Seven, when it was beginning to strain and throb mildly, was safer for anal penetration, and eight- which was painful- was meant for use as a punishment. These settings, which adjusted a device that restricted the escape of blood from the penis, were supplemented by other functions, which were now demonstrated. He could be left on "natural," and apparently many users liked to arouse their slaves manually, or to let their bodies do the work. It could be set to have a kind of ratchet effect, allowing a natural erection but then fixing it at its hardest point.

The regulator was unusual in having a vibration setting that could be varied in speed and intensity. That was rarely included because it was relatively power-intensive, so while conventional regulators could employ an implanted battery with an expected five-year lifespan, Cock's had to be regularly recharged. Cordless charging had made that feasible, so he just had to sit on the device for a couple of hours every month or so, depending on how much the vibrator had been used.

The doctor had a lot more to say, and Cock understood some of it. Whereas most clients- free and enslaved- were given regular doses of supplements and drugs, as an experimental subject he had a slow-release reservoir implanted in his abdomen, and would not require any further treatment for about six years. Exactly what was in the reservoir was not specified, except that it included something to make him very regular, so he would only need to have enemas once daily and at the same time. It would also respond to minor wounds by secreting a substance that would accelerate healing.

"It sounds like you've turned me into a superman, doctor," Cock remarked. "Or should I call you master, doctor?"

"You're more like a pilot project, or a prototype," he answered. "We probably won't meet again, so it isn't worth getting used to calling me anything. Nurse Clitoria will call on you later, run a test on your regulator and explain some things in more detail. If she gives you the green light you'll be released tomorrow. I say 'released' meaning you'll leave here. The lady who'll collect you is quite strict, I understand."

With that they left, and Cock was served a very bland lunch, his tongue now being healed enough to stand contact with foods that were not too spicy. He was told to drink lots of water, and afterwards he gargled with an antiseptic solution. Then, at about two o'clock, Nurse Clitoria returned, looking very cheerful. Her uniform, which was latex, seemed tighter than before, especially across her breasts, and "pokies" were showing through very clearly. She was very buxom, and quite fleshy in other respects, with a round, plump-cheeked face and pouty lips.

"Bondage time," she said cheerfully. "I'm going to lock your hands behind your back."

She obviously did not expect any resistance. Cock was at that time free, except for a very long chain that attached him to a staple in the floor, allowing him to roam freely around his bed and even visit the tiny bathroom. He was, however, wearing a standard set of irons, and he meekly turned and offered his wrists. He knew that escape was impossible and resistance futile: if it was otherwise she would not have been sent in on her own.

Having restrained him she spent a few moments toying with his limp penis and his testicles, and then unlocked the long chain from his collar. "Come with me," she ordered, and led the way down a deserted corridor to a room which, although no less bare and clinical, was larger and contained a huge circular bed, much lower than the usual hospital versions. "This is our testbed," she said. "Lie down and make yourself comfortable while I undress."

That did not take long, as she was wearing only a single garment. He watched as she was revealed, and there were no surprises. She was curvy with a few extra pounds, with very pale skin and pink, prominent nipples that were pierced with thick, two-inch rings. He already knew, from the collar that she wore, that she was a slave, but she obviously had enough physical freedom to perform her duties. He ventured to ask whether the doctor owned her.

"No: I'm the property of the clinic," she answered. "I'm officially the sex-therapy nurse. It's a clumsy-sounding designation, and I'm told it can be changed if I can think of anything better. I'm here mainly to test your regulator, but it's a bit too soon to jump up and down on you. We'll lie on our sides to start with. Just relax and enjoy it. I certainly will."

She lay close alongside him, and French-kissed him while she played with his penis; still soft as she rolled it between her fingers and teased theglans. His feelings were mixed. What she was doing felt very pleasant, but there was no sign that an erection was on the way. Then she picked up a little remote keypad from a shelf by the bed, and started pressing buttons. He felt himself stir, and then come partly erect, still in her other hand. Then he hardened more, and was finally very stiff. "We'll stop at six," she said. "Seven and eight might be too much of a strain. Now I'll just ease you inside."