This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS
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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 27
Shipped Where?
The next two days were a living nightmare. The pain from the torn pectoral was
unbelievable, but Pat did not want to administer the painkiller. I begged and
pleaded with him but he was adamant.
By day three the pain had started to ease up and each day after that it became
less and less noticeable. I was taken off all duties while my chest healed.
It became rather boring after all the things that had been happening to me since
my arrival here.
It took two weeks before I was back to normal. On the morning of the 15th day
since Killer had used that electric probe on me, I arrived for breakfast feeling
really great.
Pete and Larry were the only ones at the table. It was strange to see
Charlie's chair empty. It didn't happen very often and the whole atmosphere of
the bar was different without his presence.
We had just finished our good morning greetings when Charlie and Pat appeared.
Harry brought coffee for us all and we gave our breakfast orders.
"How are you feeling Harold? Charlie asked.
"Very good thank you, Sir. Pat has taken good care of me." I replied.
"No pain and full movement back in your left arm? he inquired.
"Yes sir. Hasn't been any pain for about four or five days. Sir. We have
been working on strengthening the muscle. I have a regular routine and it is
working great, Sir."
"Good." he replied and then turned his attention to Pat and they talked
business.
Harry brought breakfast and we just chatted about mundane matters and enjoyed
the food. After breakfast, as we sat drinking our coffee, Charlie turned his
attention back to me.
"Harold." he said, in a serious tone.
I was instantly alert. I was becoming adept at picking out Charlie's tones.
This one was not a good one, he was going to do something I was not going to
like.
"What is the number one thing a doggie must never do?"
I fucking knew it. He was going to punish me for saying, "no", while in doggie
mode. Shit I really needed punishment right now. I became all flustered and
could feel the shakes beginning deep down in my gut.
"He must never speak human words, Sir." I answered softly.
"Do you know of any of my doggies that may have done that recently?" his tone
changed to the fatherly one, it was just as bad as the serious one.
"Yes, Sir. Dinky doggie did, Sir." I replied through trembling lips.
"Relax Harold. Your all shaky there boy you don't have anything to be afraid
of." he said kindly, a gentle smile curling his lips.
"But it is a serious offense, Sir. I am sorry Sir, I didn't mean to do it.
The pain was so bad, Sir." by now I was a blubbering mess.
I was crying like a little kid and shaking like crazy. I was so afraid that he
was going to sentence me to serious pain.
He slid his chair over close to mine, wrapped his big arm around me and pulled
me close.
"Ah come now Harold, no need to get upset. I am not going to have you beaten
or anything like that. Relax boy, you are gonna be giving yourself an ulcer if
you keep this up." he said reasuringly, holding me close.
He was so friendly and fatherly that I began to relax. A few moments later I
was ok again. The trembling and tears had stopped and I felt safe. Of course
what better time to pop bad news.
"But Harold, I can not let you off scott free, what would the other slaves
think, huh?" he said looking me in the eye.
"No I guess you can't Sir." I replied and started to get scared again.
"That's right Harold, I can't. Master Giovanni has been bugging the ass off me
to send you to his place. He has also requested that it be for a week."
"A whole week Sir?" I blurted out, my fear of pain forgotten for the moment.
"Yes a whole week. I have been putting him off because I didn't want to part
with you for that long. However, I am going to agree to his request. I know
you don't even want to go for an afternoon, so in my books sending you for a
week should be sufficient punishment."
A whole fucking week with that ape. Maybe it would be better if Charlie had me
whipped. Shit a week, how the hell was I going to survive a week. My eyes
had filled with tears again, but the trembling had stopped.
"Yes Sir." I replied, with a little less than what you might say was enthusiasm.
"When will I be going Sir?" I asked.
"First thing tomorrow morning, Harold. Don't look so crest fallen, I think you
will end up liking Master Giovanni very much. In fact your actual punishment
is not so much going to Giovanni's, but rather the coming back." he said with a
big smile.
I looked up in surprise, a dumb look on my face, I am sure.
"Ah yes, Giovanni will probably spoil hell out of you Harold. Be prepared for
lots of sex, he loves group arrangements. Your going to be all fucked out by
the time you get back, but will be wanting more. Now that I think, is a most
suitable punishment, it will have a lasting effect." he said and then started to
laugh uncontrollably.
I was just enough of an idiot to believe every word he spoke. This sounded like
the kind of punishment that I could go for. It sounded like I was going to
have a pretty good week. Hell I had nothing against group sex, this would be a
fun. I had completely forgotten that Master Giovanni had lifted and dropped
that 30 lb weight attached to my balls, and smiled at my torment.
The lad arrived to administer my enema at a few minutes past 5 am the next
morning. Afterwards, I jumped into the shower and let the hot water revive my
senses. After a complete body shave, I prepared to get dressed for my trip to
Master Giovanni's.
I was told to wear the standard slave outfit plus the hood/partial face mask. I
then headed for the bar for breakfast.
Charlie and Pat were already there, drinking coffee. Charlie had me stand back
and turn around slowly, giving me a good inspection to make sure I met his
standards, which really meant he was looking for any missed body hair. I kept
my fingers crossed that I had got them all. The last thing I wanted this
morning was to have Charlie on my ass.
I must have been ok, because after making a complete swing around, he told me to
sit. Harry was already pouring my coffee. He then took my breakfast order.
"Well how are you feeling about this visit, Harold?" Charlie asked.
"If it makes you happy Sir, then I makes me happy. I now only live to serve,
Sir." talk about groveling.
He smiled and placed one of his big hands on mine.
"That's my boy. I want you to make me proud of you this week, Harold. You
obey Master Giovanni completely. I'll tell you right now he will want you to
do things you will positively hate, do it anyway. He will also involve you in
things you are going to love, in the end it will all balance out. Take the good
with the bad and you will be ok." Charlie said encouragingly.
"I will do my vary best to make you proud Sir. I promise." I answered
solemnly.
"Good." he said.
Just at that moment Harry arrived with our breakfasts. We all dug in right
away, after a few moments Charlie started talking with Pat about financial
matters so I just ate quietly, not paying particular attention.
Pat and Larry arrived just as I was finishing off my home fries. I had Harry
refill my cup when he served them. While they ate we talked about sports, Pat
and Charlie were still deep in their financial discussion.
When they were finished and the dishes had been cleared away, we continued to
talk sports as we sipped our coffee. Finally Charlie turned his attention back
to us.
"Master Giovanni insist you be transported as freight, Harold. That is his
right as a Master. All slaves entering his premises, do so as freight. It
will be exactly the same as your trip to Master Dieter's, however this time we
will let you empty your bladder first." he informed me and then broke out
laughing.
The other three thought that was funny as well. I was the only one that still
had a straight face.
"Ah, I guess you don't see the humor in that do you Harold?" he asked.
"Well not really, Sir. I was in a lot of pain." I replied.
"Your problem is you are still a wimp, Harold. But don't worry as time goes on
you will leave your wimpy ways behind you." the he started laughing again.
This gave me a moment to think about how I was going to be transported. Last
time it was a crate packed into form fitting Styrofoam. My urethra had been
sealed, early in the morning, I had been forced to drink water and then kept
without bladder relief for more than five hours before they crated me. After
crating, I was left on the loading dock for at least an hour or more. By the
time I got to Dieter's I was in real agony.
The guys at Dieter's had rough handled the crate and my pain became so bad that
I finally passed out. I didn't want that again. Charlie had just said that
he didn't intend on sealing my dick so I guess it wouldn't be too bad.
"Well you better get down to the loading dock so Pete and Larry can get you
packed up for the trip. I am going to miss having you around Harold. But in
seven days you will be back home." he reached out with one of his big paws and
shook my hand.
"Be good." he said then turned back to Pat.
Pete, Larry and I stood up and headed for the freight room. Jake, the freight
room attendant, was waiting for us. It looked like the same crate I had been
shipped in before. I sat down on the molded bottom portion. Pete inserted a
gag into my mouth. It was one of those balloon type. After it was inserted
and strapped in place, he connected a small rubber bulb pump and filled the
balloon portion. I felt it fill my mouth and try to force my jaws apart.
However the straps used to hold the damned thing in also held the jaws closed.
This was not a pleasant contraption to have in one's mouth.
Larry then place the top part of the Styrofoam packing over me. There was a
small round opening at the face which would permit me to breath. Pete and Larry
each took a turn peeking in the hole and wishing my well. All I could do was
wink in reply.
The side and top were then placed into position and screwed closed. I was
effectively sealed in this crate, completely unable to move or call out for help
should anything happen. It was a scary feeling. At least I didn't have to
piss this time. If they didn't fuck around too long I might get delivered to
Master Giovanni's and be unpacked before the need arose.
Styrofoam is an excellent sound absorbing material. I could not hear anything
taking place outside the crate. It was like being in a dark, sealed tomb. I
sat there for the longest time, I estimated at least a half hour or more.
Suddenly I felt the crate being moved and I thought thank goodness, it is about
time. But the fucking idiots doing the moving tipped the crate up on it's end,
the end in front of me. I was now lying on my stomach, it was not a
comfortable position to be in.
I was left like that for a bit before the crate was put on a cart and moved into
a truck. Once in the truck the crate was placed down properly so I was sitting
again. After a short interval the truck started moving.
The drive was a long one, it was at least an hour and a half before the truck
finally came to a stop and backed up. I was weary from being in this crate and
wanted out real bad. I felt the crate being lifted, it was tilted back
slightly so I figured a hand cart was being used.
But I wasn't moved into a building, my crate was placed on another vehicle.
What was going on. This other vehicle did not have springs and I felt every
little stone the damned thing drove over. A few moments later it came to a
stop and my crate was moved once again. It felt like I was on a conveyor belt.
But what the hell would I be doing on one of those. Where the fuck was I
being taken?
At the end of the conveyor belt ride the crate was manhandled into another
position and then all movement stopped. I expected someone to unfasten the
screws any moment and let me out, but it didn't happen. The crate was left
alone. I figured I had been in the crate for over two hours now. Surely
someone was going to let me out soon.
Then I felt something really strange, a vibration. This vibration became more
and more intense. I was really getting scared, I had no idea at all where I
was or who was playing these games. Well if Charlie wanted to punish me he
sure had succeeded.
Then I felt like I was moving again, not just the crate but the floor the crate
was sitting on as well. A moment later I knew for sure we were moving, but
not along the fucking ground, my crate was in a fucking airplane. I could feel
the Sonofabitch climbing.
Oh Charlie, what kind of game are you playing? Am I on my way to the Parts
Farm and you didn't have the fucking balls to tell me? I was so scared by now
that my heart was racing and I was having trouble breathing.
It took close to half an hour before I felt the engines cut back, which meant
the plane had reached cruising altitude. Half an hour, this fucking plane was a
way up there, this weren't no four seater that's for sure.
The flight was a long one and I soon fell asleep. When I awoke the plane was
descending and I had to pee. I knew when the plane touched down because I felt
it give a small bounce as it touched the runway. As a passenger in a seat I
would never have noticed it, but in this crate I felt everything.
It wasn't long after the plane came to a stop that I felt my crate being moved
again. It was manhandled onto a conveyor and then place on small vehicle and
driven to another vehicle. I could feel all the moves. This last vehicle was
a truck, I was sure. The bouncing gave it away.
The bouncing was not helping my bladder. Each one reminded my of my need to
piss. If they didn't get me out of here soon I would be pissing myself for
sure.
The ride to wherever we were going turned out to be long one and my bladder just
couldn't take the bouncing. It let go and I was bathed in hot piss.
But my piss was not the only thing that was hot. The inside of the crate was
starting to get really warm. I must be in some southern country that has very
warm weather, I thought. Long before I reached the destination I was not only
wet from my piss but also from my sweat. The inside of that crate had to have
gotten up to a hundred degrees or more.
After what had to have been two hours or more the truck finally came to a stop
and backed up. The crate was manhandled to the back of the truck and then
something lifted it off the truck, a forklift I think and placed it on a cart.
I was then moved again, but it only took a few moments to get wherever I was
going. The crate was lifted and placed down on the floor. Almost immediately
the screws were being unfastened.
The lid lifted and I felt a rush of cool air enter the stifling heat of the
crate.
"Oh shit, this one stinks. The heat in this crate is high. Hope it is not
dead." a male voice said out loud.
The Styrofoam was lifted and I looked up into the face of a blond young man of
about 25. My hands went straight to the gag and turned the release valve. The
air rushed out and gave my mouth some relief.
"This one is not bound for kries-sake." the blond said.
"Your fucking kidding." I heard another voice respond.
I moved my hand to the back of my head hoping that I might be able to unfasten
the straps that held the gag in place. It was just a Velcro fastener and it
unfastened immediately. I grabbed the gag and pulled it out.
"I think there has been a big mistake." I blurted out.
"I am supposed to be going to Master Giovanni, but I don't think this is his
place."
The blond just looked at me with a stunned expression on his beautiful face. A
moment later another face peered over the lip of the crate.
"What do you mean you are supposed to be going to Master Giovanni?" he asked.
"I am supposed to go and entertain his guests for a week. I belong to Master
Charlie, Sir. But I think someone has made a mistake and shipped me to the
wrong place, Sir." I replied.
"Ok, we will see about that. Get out of the crate slowly, don't try any funny
business or you will be strung up and whipped until you can't walk for a month."
the other guy said.
"Yes, Sir. I won't do anything I am not supposed to, Sir." I said, as I slid
out of the Styrofoam.
"I am sorry Sir, but I am afraid I pissed myself on the flight. I have been in
that crate for more than five hours I am sure." I apologized.
"Don't worry about it." the blond guy said.
"There ain't no paper work here either Doug." the second guy said.
"Are you sure, Al?" Doug asked bewildered.
"Ya, I am sure. We had better let Master Ed know right away. I don't think
anything like this has ever happened before." Al said.
"Ya, put him in the cell and I'll call Master Ed." Doug ordered.
Al took me by the arm and led me to a cell. The first thing I noticed was that
it had a shower head.
"Sir, would it be alright if I used that shower. I am covered in piss from the
flight, Sir." I asked.
"Ya go ahead." he answered absent mindedly.
I stripped quickly, took my pouch and headed for the shower. It was only cold
water, but my body was so hot from being in that crate I didn't give a shit, I
just wanted to get cleaned and cooled off.
I thought about the surprise on Doug's face when he saw me. I guessed he
didn't get many slaves turn up wearing half face masks and unbound. I giggled
inside. I also wondered where the hell I was, it was a southern, warm
country, I knew that much.
I stayed under the cold water as long as I could stand it and then got out.
The room airconditioned, but it was still very warm. It didn't take very long
before my body was dry. I had also washed out my pouch. The leather was
still wet, but it didn't smell of piss anymore.
I put everything back on and waited for this Master Ed to show up. I suspected
that he would brief me on where I was and what was happening. I had a long
wait. It was at least an hour before he came to see me.
The moment he walked into the room I recognized him. He had been one of the
Master's at Dieter's Party.
"Take off that fucking mask slave." he ordered upon approaching me.
I hurriedly complied.
"Well blow me if it isn't, Harold." he stated.
"Yes Sir." I replied.
"Do you know where you are, Harold?" he asked.
"No Sir, I don't Sir." I replied.
"You are at the Parts Farm, Harold. There has not been a mistake, only an
error in timing. I thought it was tomorrow you were to arrive. So I had not
made my freight handlers aware of your arrival." he said with a grin.
"The Parts Farm, then Master Charlie has given up on me." I said feeling very
weak in the knees.
"Yes, he has decided that the only thing you are good for is to provide parts
for someone with more fucking intelligence in the tip of their small toe they
you have in your whole fucking body."
Tears had started to cascade down my cheeks. The Parts Farm. I was to be cut
up into pieces and my parts sold to the highest bidder. Just like a car in a
chop shop. I looked at him and then everything went black.
The shadows were all around me, holding hands. A large circle of shadows
dancing round and round, they had trapped me and were closing in for the kill.
I was too tired to struggle anymore, I sat down and waited for them.
"You want me you bastards well come and get me. I ain't fighting or running no
more. I am finished. I would rather be dead then continue with all this
terrible fear and pain." I screamed at them.
They paid me no nevermind, they just kept dancing around and around, driving me
crazy.
"Well come on, come and get me. You wanted me, here I am, I am all yours. Just
take me before they start cutting me up." I yelled.
Suddenly a bright light shone down and bathed me. The shadows disappeared, it
was just me and this bright light.
"Ah the poor wimp is giving up." a voice boomed out of the light.
"The road gets a little rough and the wimp sits down and cries like a baby. You
deserve to be cut up and sold, but I pity the poor fuckers that buy your parts.
They will all be second rate parts. Not good for much, coming from a wimp."
the voice taunted.
"I am not a wimp. I am tired. I just want to go back to my small apartment
and the life I had before Charlie. I wasn't bothering anyone. So just fuckoff
and let the shadows have me. I ain't fighting no more." I yelled back at the
voice.
The voice broke into laughter, laughter like thunder.
"Oh you are going to fight wimp, oh yes you are going to fight. Just wait
until they start pulling out your eyes, oh yes you will fight." and he laughed
again.
"Noooooooooooooooooo." I screamed.
"Noooooooooooooooooo." I screamed as I awoke from the blackness.
I was still in the cell, but lying on the floor. I sat up, but there was no
one in the room outside the cell. I looked around and could see that I was in
one of a dozen or more cells that lined one wall on this side of the room. All
the other cells were empty.
The other thing I noticed is that my slaves outfit had been removed while I was
unconscious. I was completely naked, but I had gotten used to that so it
didn't really bother me.
I wondered how long I would live. I prayed that someone needed a heart real
bad. I would rather they took the heart first then they could do whatever the
hell they wanted with my body. But I didn't want to be cut up one piece at a
time. A shudder went through me from head to foot.
Why, I thought. Why had Charlie sent me here? Was it really such a sin to
scream, "no", when you are terrified beyond description?
Well I guess it didn't really matter now, I was here and didn't have much longer
to live. To live.....shit I am only 19 years old, I haven't even begun to live
yet and these bastards are going to take that life from me. Take my life and
all of the working parts of my body, for what? For the fucking almighty
fucking dollar, that's what. The almighty fucking dollar.
These thoughts were running through my mind when Doug and Al reappeared.
"On your feet Harold. Turn around, place your hands behind your back and shove
them through the bars." Doug ordered.
From conditioning I automatically obeyed. One of them slapped a pair of cuffs
on the moment my wrists were through the bars. Then Al opened the door of the
cage and entered.
"Ok come with us." he said.
I walked out of the cage and Al stayed behind me. Doug led the way to the door
and I followed. We went down a long hall way with many corridors branching
off. He turned and went down one of these corridors, there had been so many I
had no idea where I was.
He finally stopped, opened a door and entered. I followed him in and Al
followed. It looked like a doctors office. It had an examination bed and all
the other things you would see when visiting your friendly neighborhood family
doctor.
"Up on the bed and lay down, Harold." Doug ordered.
I obeyed. From each side of the bed they pulled out stirrups. They had me
place my feet in them. Using leather straps they secured my ankles and my
thighs to the stirrups.
Then they each took a wrist and pulled an arm down the side of the bed. It was
then I noticed that the bed had been narrowed at this end to permit the arms to
hang straight down.
However once over the edge they were pushed under the table and the cuffs were
refastened. There was no way I was getting up off this table unless they
wanted me too.
I watched as Doug went over to a cupboard and pulled something out. He came
back to the bed holding what looked like a black ring.
"See this Harold?" he said.
I nodded.
"This is very similar to a cattle prod, but it is a very ingenious device. It
is powered by the energy flow in your own body, so it never needs batteries or
recharging. It can generate a charge up to 24,000 volts." he paused for
effect.
"That charge can be released directly into you cock and balls via a small remote
control like this one." he said holding up a small black box.
"As well, all doors and windows leading out of this building have a device that
will trigger the charge should you get within two feet without permission. So
do not go near an exterior door or window unless told to do so."
"The device has an electronic lock which can only be released by Master Ed. If
you try to remove it this is what will happen to your cock and balls." he said
pointing to Al.
Al held up an Identical ring. He pushed a huge carrot through the center and
did something and the carrot was cut in half with a loud snap. Al then brought
the device up close so I could see what had happened.
"Inside the device is a very thin wire." he showed me the one that had just cut
the carrot.
"It is attached to two powerful springs. Any attempt to open the ring without
using the electronic key will trigger the spring and your cock and balls are
history." he said with a smile.
While Al was demonstrating, Doug placed the ring he had shown me around the root
of my cock and balls. I felt it snap closed. It sunk in right away that
there was no escape from this place. I felt a tear escape from my eyes and run
down my cheek.
"Hey look Harold, ok this is not a great place, but I will tell you this, as
long as you behave they look after you real well. If they remove any of your
parts they give you the best treatment available on this planet. You will
never have any physical pain." Doug said with compassion.
I knew then he didn't really like his job, but had no alternative. I wondered
if he was also a forced donor or was he just a slave. I didn't have time to
speculate anymore because a doctor arrived.
"Ah, the famous Harold, Dinky the doggie himself. Never thought I would see
you here but then you never can tell in this business. I hope you will give us
a Dinky doggie show Harold, it sure would help build spirits. The guys here
all need to have their spirits lifted." he said jovially.
"Now lets give you a good check over and see which of your parts might be
suitable for sale, shall we?"
The fucking guy was crazy. You don't talk to people like that. He made it
sound like selling parts of a human body was normal behavior. But worst of
all to talk like this to the person from whom you were going to steal those
parts. The man had no heart at all, he didn't give a shit about his patients.
The first thing he did was hook me up to a number of different machines. I
guessed they were to check various systems to see how they were functioning.
They never bothered to tell me what they were for.
He took blood, listened to my heart and lungs and felt me all over, again I had
no idea what he was checking for. He spent an inordinate amount of time
playing around with my dick and balls. In no time at all I was erect and he
started to wank me.
"Do you like this Harold?" he asked.
"Not particularly, Sir." I answered honestly.
He may have me hard, but that didn't mean I was enjoying it.
"It is amazing how many guys will lie to me about this. You love it Harold,
your cock says so. Just look at it, throbbing away and dripping precum. Oh
yes Harold, you may fool others but you can never fool your doctor."
All the while he kept a slow wank going on my cock. He suddenly surprised the
hell out of me by bending over and taking me in his mouth. I immediately and
involuntarily, gave a loud moan of pleasure. I just couldn't help myself, his
mouth was so hot on my cock. It just felt fantastic.
He was soon deep throating my now raging hardon. He picked up the pace and
was face fucking himself like there was no tomorrow. I almost wondered if he
had a clit or something down his throat, it seemed like he couldn't get enough
of my cock.
With his head bobbing furiously up and down on my hot dick my balls said, "Tally
ho," and began shooting my hot seed down his frantic throat. He never let up
for a second and I am sure not a drop of my hot sauce escaped from between his
suctioning lips.
Even after my nuts had emptied he continued to suck. I was beginning to think
he was stuck there and would never come off.
Finally he pulled his head away and looked me in the eye.
"Yes, yes very nice cum you have their Harold. There is an old man in
Singapore that is willing to pay 2 million American dollars for a set of nuts
that can produce cum like yours. After tasting your cum I know that we have
just made a sale." he giggled.
"We will notify the old guy tonight and he should be here in a day or two.
Once he sucks you off and tastes that cum I know he will purchase your balls."
I lay there stunned. Just like that he talks about selling my nuts. But it
won't do any good, nuts can't be transplanted.
"Why, Sir. Testicles can not be transplanted. They won't work for him." I
said shakily.
"Oh he knows that. Yours will be the tenth set he has purchased. He has
them placed in a jar and they sit on a shelf in his den. He looks at them and
remembers how good the cum that came from them was." he answered jovially.
"Oh my gawd." I said.
"Yes that is the normal reaction, Harold. But think of it this way boy, you
really have no more need of your nuts. You won't live more than six months so
they are really of no use to you anymore. This way they won't be totally
wasted. The old guy will have something to keep him happy till he dies."
I couldn't say anything else, this guy was a complete mad man, as is everyone
else associated with this place.
He finally finished with his examination and prepared to leave.
"Well then Harold I have everything I need. You are in really good physical
shape and should be congratulated for looking after your body so well. We
shall be able to sell almost everything." he smiled.
"I do hope you will put on a Dinky doggie show for us before the old guy comes
to taste you. I would like to see the show before we take your nuts. Well
good bye for now." he said as he turned and walked out of the room.
A moment later Doug and Al were back. They unfastened my bonds and let me get
up. I placed my hands behind my back for them to put the cuffs on but they
didn't even notice.
"We are going to take you to the ward now Harold. You have been assigned a bed
and that will be yours until you pass on. There is no need to put you in cuffs
or any other kind of bondage at the moment, that little ring around your dick
will do the job of keeping you where you are supposed to be." Doug said.
"Ok follow us." he said as he headed out of the room.
I got up off the bed and followed. It wasn't far before they entered a large
room. There were four beds, two on each side, with a bright sunny window on
the outside wall.
My bed turned out to be next to the window. There were three other guys
occupying the other beds and all were asleep at the moment.
"We will introduce you to your room mates later. All three have been here for
a while and they need an afternoon sleep. They are given an injection to make
sure they do, so you don't have to worry about awakening them. Once they
start removing parts from you, you too will start to have the afternoon naps."
Doug said.
"It may be a good idea if you just lay down and rest for a while. A nurse will
be in later and will fill you in on the routine. So take care and we will talk
with you later." he said, then he and Al left.
I lay down on the bed. So this would be my last bed. This room, my last room,
I was going to die here. Tears formed in my eyes again, I just couldn't help
myself, damn it, it was so unfair.
I must have been pretty tired because I soon fell into a troubled sleep filled
with the ghosts of amputees.
"Wake up Harold." a voice I didn't recognize called to me.
I opened my eyes, the room was not as bright as it had been. The sun had moved
away from the window. A man of about 35 or 40 stood beside the bed. He was
a good looking man, about 5'8, 160 lbs. He had dark black hair and he had a
heavy beard shadow on his face. I figured that under that white gown he was
wearing was one hairy dude.
"Wake up boy, it is almost time for dinner. From now until you are confined to
bed, you will wear the standard slaves outfit. You are not to wander around
the halls naked, is that understood?" he said.
"Yes Sir." I answered.
"Good......my name is Alexander, but you may call me Alex. I am the head nurse
for this ward. If you have any problems you bring them to me. If you
misbehave you will have to answer to me, and I will tell you now that I handle
all disciplinary problems by pushing the button to activate the charge around
your nuts. You will only misbehave once, I can guarantee it." he stated.
"I will not misbehave, Sir." I said.
"Good....get dressed then go out into the hall and turn left, count down to the
fourth door on the right, that is the nurses station. I will meet you there."
"Yes Sir." I answered.
He turned and left. I began to dress. I noticed that the other three guys
were all still sound asleep. Well I guess it wouldn't be too bad. Once they
started removing parts they kept you asleep most of the time so you wouldn't
have to dwell on it, I guessed.
Once dressed I followed Alex's instructions. I knocked on the door and
entered. It was a busy place and Alex was talking to another nurse. I moved
to a spot that was out of the way, got down on my knees and adopted the relax
position.
When the other nurse finally left Alex glanced my way and saw me in the rest
position. He came over right away.
"You don't have to do that here, Harold. You are no longer a slave, you are
now a patient." he said gently.
"No Sir, I am a slave and I am here to be dismembered and murdered." I replied
quietly.
He stood there kind of dumbstruck for a moment.
"No one is going to murder you Harold. Your parts are needed by sick people
all over the world, you are doing the world a favor. When you die it will be
from natural causes." he said.
I looked up at him and laughed gently.
"Yes, I guess you are right, it is only natural that a body will die when the
heart is removed." I said.
"Well in any case come along and I will introduce you to Reg, he is going to be
you buddy for the next week or two. He will show you around and basically fill
you in on the rules. Pay close attention Harold, because as I have told you I
punish by pushing the button."
"Yes Sir, I will Sir." I replied.
He started out the door and I got up and followed him. We went down the hall
a short way and entered a lounge room. There was a large TV, book shelves
loaded with books and large, soft, comfortable looking easy chairs.
A huge black man got up out of a chair as we entered. Alex headed straight for
him.
"Reg this is Harold. You know what to do." Alex said and turned and left.
"Hi Harold." he said holding out his hand.
"Hi Reg." I replied grasping his hand and shaking.
"They tell me I have to show you around and tell you about the rules." he said.
"I only bin here a couple of days myself so I really don't know much about the
place. The only rule that I know about is not to go near the exit doors or the
windows without permission." he said shyly.
"It's ok, Reg, don't worry about it. We'll just stick together and learn the
ropes as we go." I said, trying to comfort him.
He was a big man, at least 6'2 and must have weighed in at around 260 or 270.
He was very broad in the chest and had muscles on his muscles. I had a feeling
Reg was either a weight lifter or a boxer.
"The first thing I need to know is when are we going to eat, Reg. I am
starved." I said.
"Oh, we can eat anytime. The mess is always open for us. You get hungry in
the middle of the night just head to the mess and they will feed you." he said
with a smile.
"Well I don't usually eat in the middle of the might, but I sure would like to
eat now."
"Ok let's go, afterward I will show you all the stuff they have for us to do."
he said.
We left the lounge and headed down the hall again. It was quite a way down
the hall before Reg turned down another hall, but I was now getting the smell of
food so I knew the mess was close by.
We didn't go much farther before he opened a door and ushered me into a large
dining room. The first thing I noticed was that it was a proper dining room.
A large table took up the centre of the room. It would seat about 30 people at
one sitting.
Two large chandeliers hung by chains right over the table. Around the outside
of the room were side boards, used I suspected for placing hot trays of food
during formal dinners.
Each place around the table had a table mat and the cutlery was already set.
Bowls of fresh fruit were spaced down the centre of the table along with vases
of cut flowers. Then the big surprise, the room had a host.
"Good evening Mr. Reg, Sir and Mr. Harold, Sir. Welcome to the dining room, do
you care for a full meal or just a snack Sir's." he asked.
"Full meals, Timothy." Reg answered.
"Very good, Sir. This way please." he said leading us to the table.
He sat us side by side. It seemed to me kind of funny. This huge table, but
only two diners. It made me feel kind of small, like a child that has to sit
on books to have diner with the adults.
He then handed us both menu's and asked if we would like wine or a cocktail.
Wine or cocktail, wow they do go all out to make us comfortable.
"Would it be possible to have a coke?" I asked shamefaced, but I wanted coke.
"Why most certainly, Mr. Harold, anything within reason, Sir." he said.
"Well that's what I would like please, Timothy, a nice cold coke."
"I'll have my usual, Timothy." Reg said.
"Do you have any idea what this is all about, Harold? They keep talking about
body parts, what the hell do they mean?" Reg asked.
"Oh fuck man, they haven't briefed you have they?" I said in surprise.
"No, one moment I was in Jack's gym working the weights and the next I wake up
here. They bin' real nice to me, but I don't know what the hell is going on."
he said quietly.
"Well I hate to be the one to break the news Reg but this is a Parts Farm.
Human Parts." I said.
"Huh! What the hell is a human parts farm, Harold, I never heard of anything
like that." he said in confusion.
"Reg, you and me and all the guys in those rooms, they are going to cut us up
one piece at a time and sell our parts to the highest bidder. That Reg is what
this place is." I said bitterly.
"You joshin' me." he said with a grin.
"Reg I only wish I were. The doc told me when I got here that they already
have someone that wants to buy my balls?" I said.
"Your balls, but they won't do anyone else any good." he said.
"Ya, I know that and you know that but tell it to the old rich bastard that
wants to buy them. He wants to put them in a jar and put it on his mantle so
he can look at them whenever he wants." I said sullenly.
"But that don't make no sense." Reg replied.
"Right, it don't make no fucking sense at all, except these bastards will get 2
million American dollars from the old bastard."
"2 million bucks for your nuts, shit, I think I might sell mine for that much
moolah." he said, his eyes aglow.
"Ya, but I don't get a penny of it. They do, the owners of this fucking farm.
What I get is an empty ball sac and to sing falsetto. No more cum.
Bastards."
"Oh hey man, I didn't realize. You ain't foolin' are you?" he said sadly.
"No Reg I ain't kiddin', this fucking place is for real. Within six months, if
we are lucky we will both be dead. Little bits of us spread all over the
fucking world."
He then went very quiet. For the first time since his arrival, he now knew
what this place was all about. I watched his face closely and could see anger
building up there.
"Reg." I said.
"Ya Harold."
"Did they put one of those black rings around your dick and balls?"
"Ya, Doug and Al had me strapped down to a bed. They said somethin' about it
being electrical or sumthin'. I really didn't understand what the hell they
were talking about. That was when they told me I had to stay away from exit
doors and windows. They said if I got too close I would be electrocuted."
"Well Reg that ring around your cock is like a cattle prod, you must have seen
them in the movies or on TV. It is a prod that delivers an electrical charge
to a cow. It is how they keep them under control."
"Ya I think I did seen something like that." he replied again looking confused.
"Well that ring around your cock is a smaller version of the cattle prod. If
you do anything they don't like they can push a button and a heavy charge of
electricity will turn your nuts into one ball of fire." I said.
"Oh shit, would they do that?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes Reg, I am afraid they would. You could not imagine how painful it is
until it has happened to you. Don't piss them off Reg you really won't like
having that charge set off."
"Did they do it to you, Harold?" he asked.
"No, but another Master, back in Canada, hit me with a charge repeatedly on my
nuts about a month or so ago. He had me tied down and hit me with it a few
times. Reg there is no pain like it, there really isn't. Then two weeks
ago another Master was fucking around. He accidentally delivered a full charge
to my left pectoral. It tore the fucking muscle up and took over a week to
heal."
"Oh man, that sounds bad."
"Ya, so be careful. Alex said he always punishes by pushing the button, so
whatever you do, don't piss him off. I believe he would push that button."
"Ok, I'll be careful, Harold. But how am I going to stop them from cutting me
up?"
"I wish I knew, Reg. I really wish I knew."
Our dinners arrived at that point, so the conversation ended. I really was
starving, it had been a long time since breakfast.
After eating, Reg took me to see the gym, the swimming pool, the billiards room
and the games room. There was also a glass enclosed atrium, it had water
falls, plants and flowers and small streams. Park benches were placed
strategically around so one could sit and just enjoy the peace and quiet.
We went back to the lounge and just sat and talked until very late. No one
bothered us or told us what to do. In fact I don't recall seeing any of the
staff at all.
I became very tired and told Reg I would meet him in the dining room for
breakfast, then headed for my room.
The other three guys were still asleep. The room was dark, except for a small
night light over my bed. I undressed quickly and climbed under the covers. I
was just reaching up to turn out the light when the door opened and someone came
in.
He came over to the bed. It was difficult to see him in the small amount of
light emitted by the night light. As well he was dressed completely in black,
including a hood.
"Don't bother with the light. You are not going to sleep just yet." a deep
voice commanded.
"Get up and follow me."
He turned and started to walk away.
"I have to get dressed, Sir. Alex told me I was not to walk around naked." I
said.
He stopped, turned and looked at me.
"Fuck Alex. Now follow me."
I knew better than to argue. I jumped out of bed and hurried to catch up. Out
in the hall he turned right and walked away at a fairly fast clip. The black
leather kept reflecting light as he walked. It was as though he had little
lights attached to his outfit.
He turned left down the first corridor we came to. He continued down it until
the next corridor then turn right. He didn't go very far down this corridor
until he stopped and opened a door. He entered, not waiting for me at all.
The door almost slammed shut before I caught it and pushed it open. I entered
into a very, very dark room. There was some kind of recessed or hidden
lighting around the edges of the ceiling but they were turned down as low as
they would go, at least it seemed that way from the lack of light.
"The patient will not look around." a voice boomed out of the darkness.
"The patient will move to the centre of the room and adopt the relaxed
position."
I obeyed the command, found what I thought was the centre of the room and went
down on my knees. I held my head slightly down and looked at the floor in the
darkness.
"What was your name, patient?" the voice asked.
"Harold, Sir." I answered without looking up.
"Harold, you have broken one of our rules and must be punished." the voice
bellowed.
"I didn't' do anything Sir. I was only told not to go near exit doors or the
windows, Sir." I answered in defense.
What fucking rule had I broken. I was careful not to do anything to piss
anyone off.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhggggggiiiiieeeee" I screamed as a shot of electricity slammed
into my nuts.
I fell to the floor in agony. My nuts were on fire. I grabbed them and
massaged trying to stop the pain. I think I was also screaming and moaning.
It took quite a while before the pain settled down. I sat up slowly, still
massaging my sore nuts. Well one thing for sure, Doug hadn't lied about the
power of that little ring.
I then got myself back up into the relax position. I figured I had better
satisfy this idiot or he was going to fry my balls again.
"I am most sorry if I have offended you Master. I did not mean to do so, Sir.
I am truly ignorant of which rule I have broken." I said desperately, hoping he
would accept this.
"Do you admit to breaking one of our rules?" he asked.
"If the Master says I broke a rule, Sir, then I have broken a rule and deserve
to be punished, Sir. I place myself at your mercy, Sir." I babbled trying to
think of ways to avoid another hit from that zapper.
"It is against the rules to talk with another patient about his medical
treatment. All patients are here for their own good. Parts that are no
longer of any use to the patient are removed. This is a very personal matter
and should not be openly discussed. Do you understand?" the voice continued to
boom.
"Yes Master, the reasons for a patient being here is confidential and it is none
of my business. I should not discuss my case or any other patient's case with
anyone, Sir. Is that correct, Sir?"
"Ah yes, Harold, that is correct. Do not do it again." the voice boomed
"Ahaaaaaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhieeeeee" I screamed and fell to the floor holding my
nuts.
The bastard had hit me again. I curled up in a ball, crying in agony. This
hit seemed much worse then the first one and it took longer before it settled
down enough that I could get up into the relax position again.
"Stand up and follow me." it was the voice of the guy all dressed in black.
I got up quickly, but my nuts were still hurting something fierce. It really
was painful to move, but I had no choice, I certainly didn't want to get hit
again.
He led me to another room and opened a door. He stood back and told me to go
in and take up the relax position in the centre of the room.
There was a low light in this room, much brighter then the last one, but still
pretty low. The only furnishings I could see was a chair up against a wall,
other than that the room was empty.
I made my way to the centre of the room and got down into the relax position and
waited for heaven knew what.
And it was a long wait. I was now dead tired and wanted desperately to go to
sleep. Each time my head fell to my chest I would lift it up again. Staying
in the relax position became a real chore. I was very groggy and had to really
concentrate on the task.
Finally a door opened behind me and someone entered the room. I came wide
awake and sat up straight. I was well enough trained that I knew better then
to turn around. I stayed ridged with my head down slightly and stared at the
floor.
I heard the whistle before the belt struck me across the shoulders. The
whistle had warned me of what was coming so I took a deep breath just before the
belt struck. It hurt, but I manage to keep the pain inside. I knew that to
cry out meant he would hit me harder and for a much longer time then if I kept
my pain inside.
The belt whistled through the air, again and again. I was in real pain, but I
still held my screams inside. After the tenth lash he stopped and walked
around in front of me.
I could see a pair of black leather boots, highly shined and a pair of skin
tight leather or latex pants, I really couldn't be sure in this light without
touching.
"Suck." he ordered.
I looked up, a magnificent, cut cock stared me in the eye. It was at least
eight inches long and almost two in diameter. I took the huge purple head in
my mouth and made love to it. It was so soft and had a sweet taste.
I ran my tongue up and down the shaft lovingly, almost worshiping it. The man
had also pulled out his balls and they hung down just below my chin. I brought
a hand up and began to massage them gently.
The man gave an involuntary moan and pushed his hips forward. He wanted in
deeper and I wanted to oblige. I pushed forward and felt the head enter my
throat. I stopped pushing forward and just let it sit there, it felt so
damned good.
My tongue was busy applying all those little tricks that I had learned from
Dicky. I could hear soft moans and gasps from the man. They may be going to
kill my but I was going to show them what the fuck they were loosing.
After working that head gently at the entrance to my throat for a bit, it was
time to take it deep down. Without any indication I was about to do so I
suddenly pushed forward. The huge cock slid down my throat, I didn't stop
pushing until I felt the hard bone of his pubs against my nose, lips and chin.
At the same moment I lifted my other hand and rubbed his latex covered ass. It
felt so smooth and sexy. My cock gave a jump.
"Oh.....fuck yes." he almost screamed.
Enjoy asshole, I thought because once you fuckers start cutting me up you get no
more.
I had my face push up tight against his crotch, impaled on his cock. His hips
were making little involuntary movements now and he kept crying out:
"Yes, yes, yes."
I kept still, letting his tension build, my tongue sliding around the bit of
shaft in my mouth. The head was pulsing deep in my throat. When I felt he
couldn't take any more, I started a slow, rhythmic fuck.
My hand was now moving up and down his leg then back to his ass. All this
stimulation to his most sensitive areas was driving him wild. He was loosing
control and that is exactly what I wanted.
I felt his hands wrap around my head. As soon as they did I ceased all
movement. He wanted control ok, he could have it. He started to masturbate
his dick using my head.
Both of my hands had dropped back to my knees and I just sat there while he did
all the work. It was only a few seconds later that giving a great yell, he
began to unload huge globs of cum into my mouth.
Actually it was only one load in my mouth, the rest he managed to unload deep in
my throat. I savored the load that had managed to collect around his plunging
shaft. He finally stopped masturbating and pulled his cock out. I swallowed
the load in my mouth and waited for orders.
Orders that didn't come. He just turned, walked away and left the room. My
tiredness soon returned. I could barely sit there, so I lay down and let
myself fall asleep. What the hell is going to happen next, I wondered as sleep
over took me.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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