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 Enslaving Robert (part 1)

   Robert 5_1



   As the file name indicates, this story is part of the Robert series.  In
this story Robert wakes up after being captured to find that his life has
taken a very sudden change for the worse.  Will he escape?  Will he die? 
Or does his captor have other plans for him?  While I wrote this story to
stand alone, you will probably enjoy it more if you read the prior ones
first.

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   (Ped, Mm, inc, nc, ws, toys, bd, enem, tor, drugs)

   By The Devil's Advocate

   1.

   As I regained consciousness, I just laid on my back and stared at the
bars above me.  I still had a bit of a headache but the main reason I did
this was that I was too scared to see who had captured me.  The bars were
only a few feet above me so I knew I wasn't lucky enough to be in some kind
of temporary holding cell at the local sheriff's office.

   I stayed like this for more than 30 minutes.  I knew that the less I
moved the more likely I would be left alone.  The last thing I remembered
was getting woozy as I drank the soda my 11-year-old sister, Linda, had
brought me.  There was little doubt that the drink had been drugged.  The
only question was whether sis had been in on it or not.

   I knew sis didn't think fondly of her daily spankings and other sexual
training I had been giving her.  Therefore, it was entirely possible she
was in on this.  However, I highly doubted she would have the will or the
knowledge to pull it off on her own.

   Curiosity finally got the best of me and I forced myself into a sitting
position.  There was another person in the cage with me but this fact
didn't surprise me.  I had already felt the warmth of their body against my
leg and thigh.

   However, this person wasn't who I had assumed it might be.  I thought
for sure it was either one of my uncles or possibly Linda.  I was shocked,
however, to find it was my grandfather.

   "You dumb son of a bitch," I whispered.

   We were the only two in the room but I already knew who had captured us;
it was Uncle Jay.  When I gave Uncle Jay to Grandpa Bob as a sex slave I
knew there was a good chance my drunken grandfather would eventually fuck
up and either get caught by the authorities or worse...  being locked in a
cage like this of course was one of those "worse" things.

   It still surprised me, however, that my Uncle Jay actually had the balls
to do it.  What surprised me even more was that he had somehow gotten me
into the cage as well.  Sure, I had been drugged...  but how did my uncle
arrange it?  Hell, how did he find me in the first place?

   Sis and I left our home in Colorado just so we couldn't be found; we
even changed our names.  When we left Colorado, we went to my Uncle David's
house to hide out for a bit.  Well, to hide out and train an 11-year-old
girl named Pupsiie.

   While finding Uncle David's location wouldn't have been that hard for
Jay, all logic seemed to indicate that he would never check there.  Uncle
David kidnapped and enslaved their brother Joseph and Uncle Jay never
suspected him.  Sure, the story was that Joseph had run away, but there had
to have been at least a little suspicion that he might have been kidnapped.
So, if he didn't suspect his brother of that then, then why would he
suspect his brother of harboring us now?  In my mind, things were starting
to point even further to sis.

   But still, how did they manage to contact each other, let alone hatch
this "plan".  The only computer and phone in the house was locked up all
the time.  The only times sis was ever out of my direct supervision was
when I was loaning her out to Steve down the street or when she was busy
training Pupsiie.  Even then I had video footage showing her activities.

   Pupsiie!  The answer suddenly fell on me like a ton of bricks.  I felt
incredibly stupid for my error.  There was no way in the world Steve was
letting sis hatch plans behind my back.  That just left Pupsiie.  I was
certain that Pupsiie wasn't actually in on it but she did have a computer.

   God I was stupid!  I'd even caught sis using it.  Hell, almost every
tape I had of sis showed her on the computer for at least 15 to 30 minutes
each day.  Why hadn't I thought to load some kind of key-catcher software
on it or at least make sis turn the monitor so I could see it with the
hidden camera?  I have no clue if there is an actual rulebook for masters,
but if there is then I'm sure I had broken the key rule...  I had trusted
Linda when she told me what she did on the computer each day.

   According to her, each day she was just searching for and downloading
porn images for the Windows background on Pupsiie's computer.  I would bet
you top dollar that she wasn't just doing this but was also emailing Uncle
Jay.

   All of this was just speculation and pretty academic at this point.  I
was in the fucking cage, which is all that mattered right now.

   I glanced at Grandpa Bob again and noticed he had a bloody patch of hair
on the back left side of his head.  I couldn't help but chuckle.  Bob often
used thin rope to tie barbell weights to Jay's ball sac.  He would then
make Jay crawl around dragging the weight behind him.  My guess is that Jay
decided to use one of these weights for something else.

   It served Bob right though.  You never turn your back on a slave while
they have access to a potential weapon like that.  He's damned lucky he
didn't get killed.  Those weights are pretty heavy.  Of course, it could
have been a dozen other things Jay used on him.  In Bob's defense, I never
did give him the whole "house slave proofing" lecture.  But then, I really
didn't give a shit if Uncle Jay killed or captured Bob.  However, now that
I was in the cage with him I was starting to care.

   I leaned over Bob to make sure he was actually alive.  He was.  I
checked the wound on his head to make sure it wasn't too bad.  The dip shit
deserved to die for getting me into this situation.  However, him living
was in my best interests.  If he were to die then Uncle Jay, or whoever
captured us, would probably not want any witnesses left behind.  Of course,
killing both of us might be on the menu anyway; but at least with Bob alive
I still had a chance.

   When I glanced around the room it dawned on me that we were in Uncle
David's basement.  This surprised me because the cage was one that Bob used
with Jay.  Bob had two cages for Jay, one in the bedroom and one in the
bathroom.  This was the bathroom cage.  I prayed that he choose this cage
because it was the largest one and not because of what it was used for.

   The bedroom cage wasn't even large enough for one person to lie down in,
let alone house two.  Of course, that was the point of the cage.  While
grandpa slept, his son would struggle all night trying to do so.

   The bathroom cage was significantly larger.  It was over 3 feet wide, 4
feet tall and at least 10 feet long.  The damn thing was so long that half
of it stuck out the bathroom door when it was in place at Jay's house.  The
bars were very similar to what you might expect to find on an actual prison
cell door.  They were about a half inch thick and were spaced around 6
inches apart.

   Grandpa had to literally climb over the damn thing every time he went to
the bathroom.  No fucking way I would have put up with that on a daily
basis.  Granted, if he just had to piss then he never actually went into
the bathroom.  He would just stick his dick through the bars and his son
would drink it down.

   I never seen any footage of him feeding his feces to his son but it
wouldn't surprise me if he did that too on occasion.  He liked to have his
son bathe him, which is the only reason I could ever come up with that he
insisted on keeping the cage sticking out of the bathroom.  I mean, he
could have very easily fed his piss to his son in any room of the house.

   The presence of the cage here concerned me for a couple reasons.  First,
it indicated that a lot of effort and planning was put into my capture. 
The cage could easily be disassembled but each piece still looked like it
weighted a good 100 pounds.  The second, and most important thing was that
all that effort wouldn't have been done if my capturer hadn't planned to
keep us here for a long time.

   "Awake I see."

   The sudden comment made me jerk backward and bang my head against the
metal bars.  It wasn't that hard of a hit but it didn't do my current
headache any favors.  I glanced over to see my captor.  Sure enough, it was
Uncle Jay.

   "Let me out of here this instant," I commanded.

   Uncle Jay actually took a step forward to comply before he caught
himself; what a fucking weakling.  I would have laughed at him but felt it
best not to upset him too much until I knew what his goals were.

   "Where is she?" Jay demanded.

   I was puzzled for a moment.  Even if she wasn't involved in my capture,
I couldn't imagine that sis had managed to escape.  Then, however, it
dawned on me who the "she" was.  He was in search of my mom, Karen; his
sister.

   My father enslaved both mom and Uncle Jay around the same time.  They
were made to do many things together.  While it all started out being
forced on them, at some point the two had fallen in love with each other. I
was born not long after mom had been rescued.  However, Uncle Jay and mom
continued to secretly "romance" each other for years afterward.  While I
was the result of my father's sperm, Linda was the result of Uncle Jay's.

   It was mom's pregnancy with sis that put an end to their love affair. 
Well, actually, it was grandma (Beth) that played a big part in putting an
end to it.  In addition, Uncle Joey disappeared right about the same time
the pregnancy was known.  This lead the family to think he had run away as
some kind of by-product of the pregnancy.  These two factors convinced mom
and Uncle Jay to end the affair.  It wasn't until many years later that I
managed to "rekindle" it.

   "Sure, I tell you where she is and then you turn me into the cops," I
replied.

   "Tell me where she is and I will let you go," Jay said.

   Yeah, right.  A more likely scenario is that if I told him he would kill
both Bob and I.  I wasn't about to mention that of course.  Even if he
already planned to do that it was to my benefit if he didn't know I was
thinking that.

   "How about a compromise," I said.  "You turn me in to the cops and I
then give mom's location in exchange for leniency."

   The dumb shit actually stood there considering my proposal.  Only an
idiot would go for that.  I was only 14 for fucks sake.  Like they would
believe I was actually able to enslave sis, mom and him.  Hell, sometimes I
couldn't even believe it.  It would be Bob and my word against his.  He
couldn't even bring Uncles Joey and David into it.  I had them so well
trained they would never testify against me.  If anything, they would be on
my side.  I'm not even sure he could get sis to testify against me.

   No, I would keep my mouth shut if he turned me in to the cops.  Even if
they believed him, I was still a minor.  Chances are I would get a slap on
the wrist.  In the worst-case scenario, they might put me on trial as an
adult.  It wouldn't be until then that I would consider giving up mom's
location.

   Even someone as stupid as Uncle Jay had to realize all of this; he also
had to realize it could be months before it reached the point where I might
be forced to give up mom's location.  For all he knew, mom could be locked
up somewhere with a limited supply of food and water.

   Yet, he still stood there for over a minute considering the option. 
Finally, he started shaking his head back and forth slowly and said, "No".

   While the answer did not surprise me, it still concerned me.  This was a
point of no return for Jay.  He wouldn't be able to let me go without great
risk to himself.  Yet, if he turned me in he would be in a lot more trouble
with the law than I.  Kidnapping a minor is not looked on very kindly by
the law, regardless of if the kid is an angel or the devil.

   I could see him mowing this over in his mind as well.  He didn't say
anything further and just turned and walked out of the basement and back
upstairs.  I braced myself as best as I could mentally for what I was
certain would be coming next.  I was surprised, however, when he did not
immediately return.  I thought for certain he was going upstairs to get a
pair of pliers, nails, saws or who knows what in order to torture me into
confessing mom's location.

   I've obviously never been tortured.  However, I had already decided I
would hold out as long as humanly possible.  The second I confessed I was
as good as dead; I knew it and Jay knew I had to have known that.  While I
was certain I would eventually reach the point I didn't care anymore, there
was still the chance Jay might screw up.  Even if I didn't get the upper
hand, he might accidentally cut too deep or something else life
threatening.

   He would then have no choice but to let me die or take me to a hospital.
That choice would depend on how much he truly loved Karen.  My death would
mean she would be lost to him forever.  Taking me to the hospital wouldn't
guarantee anything for him but at least there would still be a chance.

   I would like to say that I was so smart that all these thoughts just
magically came to me on the fly.  Truth is that there had not been a night
that went by that I didn't play out scenarios just like this one in my
head. Being caught, after all, was my worst nightmare.  Unfortunately for
me, there was a good chance that Uncle Jay had been running through his own
simulations each night.

   What concerned me is that if he had indeed run those simulations then
that meant he knew he couldn't negotiate any more.  Unless he was actually
thinking of turning me in then that meant torture; however, to delay like
this only gave me more time to prepare myself.  It might cause me to get
more nervous, but in the long run it just weakened his position.  So... 
what the fuck was the delay?

   I sat there waiting in the cage for hours.  Around the two-hour mark
grandpa finally woke up.  He seemed to know even less than I did in regards
to what was going on.  After chastising him on his stupidity, I brought him
up to date on our situation...  as though it wasn't already blatantly
clear. It gave me something to do, however, in order to kill time.

   I had no way of knowing for sure if it was day or night, but I
eventually got too tired to stay awake and dozed off.  When I woke up I
felt rather refreshed so I guessed I must have slept for a good 7 hours.

   When I sat up I saw Bob sitting up at the other end of the cage staring
back at me.

   "Now what?" he asked.

   He said it as though all this shit was my fault.  I felt like leaning
over and kicking him in the face.  It would have been an act of utter
stupidity on my part though.  I was pretty certain I would eventually need
his help to escape and even if I didn't he was almost twice my size.  Even
if most of his size was in the form of fat, I'm pretty sure he could easily
take me in a fight.  Instead, I just ignored his comment.

   I had more important things to worry about, like why the hell Jay was
just letting us sit down here.  None of the scenarios that I had run
through my head in regards to my capture had ever involved just leaving me
in a cage like this with no interaction.

   I was actually grateful when I finally heard someone walking around
upstairs.  At least I knew Jay hadn't just left us here to starve to death.
Though, his real intent was yet to be seen.

   Another two hours went by and I was tempted to start yelling obscenities
at him through the floor.  I didn't want to give him the satisfaction
though so I kept quiet.  It was yet another hour before he finally
descended the steps to the basement again.

   He was carrying a couple dog bowls.  These were the same bowls I used to
feed Uncles David and Joey with.  I don't know what turned my stomach more,
the thought of what might be in those bowls or the fact that my faggot
uncles used them as well.

   Jay didn't say anything; he just pushed them through a small hole in the
cage.  I could see Bob calculating if he could reach Jay's hand before he
got out of range.  I just shook my head back and forth to him.  There was
no way the slow fuck would be able to reach him in time.  All he would do
is piss Jay off.

   After the food and water was in place Jay turned and left the basement.
Bob rushed to the bowls and started eating.  From the way he devoured the
food, my guess is that he was just as hungry as I was.  I let him eat first
though, if it was poisoned then I would know soon enough.  It was worth
waiting 10 minutes or so just to be on the safe side.

   Fifteen minutes passed after he finished and he was still breathing and
wasn't throwing up or anything.  So, I moved over to the bowls myself.  I
had tons of dog food upstairs and assumed that is what he had given us.  To
my surprise, it was actually normal food.  It looked to be a mixture of
ground hamburger, onions and who knows what.  It actually smelled good so I
reached in and grabbed a hand full.  It wouldn't have won any awards but
considering what it could have been I felt it tasted rather good.

   When I went to drink the water, however, I noticed something off about
it.  It was definitely drugged.  I put a couple drops on my tongue and knew
what it was right away.  There was a homemade concoction that my father
often used on his slaves.  It took me awhile, but I eventually duplicated
the recipe.  However, as far as I knew my father always used this drug in
enemas.  I had no idea what would happen if I drank it.  I was thirsty as
hell but decided not to drink it.

   By the time Jay came back down to the basement 2 hours later Bob was
definitely feeling the affects of the drug.  I'd used it a few times on sis
and my other slaves and I could spot that glossy look in the eyes anywhere.
I did my best to look drugged as well.  I was hoping Jay planned to move us
out of the cage or something.

   "Nice try," Jay said to me.  "Do you really think I'm that stupid?  I
know you didn't drink any."

   I had to assume there was a hidden camera somewhere in the room.  It was
a good thing that I had not decided to hash out any plans with Bob.

   "Drink this," Jay said as he placed a large plastic cup full of the
mixture on the ground just outside the cage.

   I thought about telling him to go fuck himself.  But I was so thirsty
that I knew I would eventually have to drink the drug anyway.  Plus, there
was still a chance I might be able to fight the effects of it.  Okay, the
chances of that were pretty slim considering my alcoholic grandfather was
twice my size and the drug had him drooling all over himself.

   I leaned over, reached through the bars and grabbed the cup.  It was one
of those plastic cups you get from fast food joints and I was easily able
to pull it through the bars.  I brought it to my lips and took a few big
swallows.  While it was pretty watered down, I could still make out the
chalky and alcoholic flavor in the background.

   "All of it," he said when I went to put the drink down.

   I felt like protesting.  The cup easily held twice what Bob had drunk. I
had not done enough tests to know what an overdose of the drug might do. 
Considering the stuff I knew was in it, at the very least I would probably
end up addicted to the shit if he made me drink this much every day.

   Less than 15 minutes passed before I started feeling the affects.  I
would be lying if I said I disliked the euphoric feeling it gave me.  But
that was my main concern.  After a night of this I knew I would be
willingly drinking the crap from now on.  My guess is that he planned to
get me hooked on the shit then deny it to me unless I gave mom's location
to him.

   He tried asking me again while I was drugged up but I'm certain he knew
already that it would do no good.  The drug didn't work like a truth serum;
all it did was fog up your mind.  It was pretty odd how it worked.  If you
asked a slave a question the fog would clear just enough for them to
answer, but it also cleared just enough for them to make sure the answer
was one they wished to give.  In other words, they were perfectly capable
of lying...  just like I currently was.

   I had planned to fabricate something in order to help ensure he would
have to turn me into the cops in order to get his sister back.  However,
when he asked me about mom I just couldn't remember what I had planned to
say.  I could just barely remember I even had a plan.  Instead, I just told
him that I refused to say where she was.

   While I'd seen the drug used on others, I had never experienced it for
myself until now.  It was a very odd feeling; especially when it came to
tracking time.  I seemed to be aware of almost every second that passed,
yet at the same time it seemed to just fly by.  I'm guessing that it must
have been because my brain wasn't really processing anything other than the
few times he came back into the basement to ask about mom.

   This went on for at least 7 days.  It was hard to tell for sure though
since he stopped asking about mom on the second day.  After that, all the
time seemed to just scrunch together.  I remembered the food and drink
bowls being placed in and removed at least 14 times.  Assuming we were fed
twice a day that would mean a week.  Though, if he was only feeding us once
a day then we are talking two weeks...  that's how out of it we were.

   He also started taking us out of the cage to use the bathroom.  These
little trips were very frustrating.  As I would crawl from the cage to the
bathroom I remembered fighting to clear my mind each time.  However, by the
time I would formulate any kind of escape plan I would find myself back in
the cage already.  Then, I would slowly feel my brain sinking back into the
fog.

   It wasn't until after the 15 or 16th meal that I finally discovered what
Jay's plan was.  It was on this day that my mind poked out from the fog due
to the sounds of a belt making contact with flesh.  I glanced up to see Jay
a few feet away swinging the belt downward repeatedly.  I could hear my
grandfather grunting and guessed that the torture had finally begun.

   I managed to bring my gaze down to what Jay was swinging at.  Sure
enough, it was against Bob's back and ass.

   "Suck it!" I heard Jay yell as he swung he belt.

   It wasn't until I heard this that I came even further out of the fog.  I
don't know why but for a moment I looked around for something to suck. 
Even in my dazed state I knew it was just the natural effects of the drug.
While it didn't make you tell the truth, it most definitely made you
susceptible to suggestion.  Luckily, however, there wasn't anything near
for me to suck or I might have actually done it.

   However, a second later I felt something warm around the head of my
dick. I looked down in both horror and disgust to see Bob trying to work my
dick into his mouth.  Bob looked just as concerned and confused as I was,
but he still tried his best to obey his orders.  I'm sure the belt added
even more persuasion.

   As Bob worked at my cock I realized we were not currently in our cage. I
focused hard and then tried to spring into action.  However, my attempt at
escape was quickly halted when I discovered my hands were cuffed behind my
back.  The cuffs also seemed to be chained or tied down to something
because I couldn't budge upward even an inch.

   With escape no longer an option I tried to will my mind back into the
embrace of the fog so I could escape this current indignity.  I just
couldn't pull it off though.  My mind just kept focusing on the present. 
What made things worse was that despite how disgusted my mind was with the
current activities, my body seemed to be gathering pleasure from it. 
Especially when Bob started struggling to get my dick to enter his throat.

   The gagging and choking sounds he made were repulsive, yet my dick
seemed to get even harder.  Jay kept raining the belt down on him for over
20 minutes as Bob continued to struggle with my dick.

   "Cum down his fucking throat," Jay ordered.

   A few seconds later I could hear him choking even harder as my body
obeyed the command and unloaded Bob's dinner for that night.  I felt both
embarrassed and ashamed as I came down from the bliss of my climax.

   "The fucking faggot is trying to train us," I finally realized just
before sinking back into the fog.

   2.

   Eating requires a certain degree of awareness, however, I think I
remember the meals mainly because the drug was weakest in our systems just
before eating.  We were very far from being lucid but it seemed to require
a lot less stimuli to bring us out of the fog.

   As Jay brought in our breakfast I couldn't help but think about the
night prior.  I remember thinking last night how lucky I was that Jay
seemed to be more concerned about punishing his father than getting even
with me.  He knew I was the one that arranged the pairing of the two.  Jay
was a slave by nature and Bob, while inexperienced, was a master.  All I
did was play the role of a dating service and brought the two together. 
Just because it didn't work out well between the two is hardly reason to
blame me.

   All of that in mind, I still knew I would not be getting off the hook. I
still had information he needed and Uncle Jay planned to train me to the
point where I would willingly release that information.

   In all the scenarios I had run over the months, I had run several that
involved me being trained like this.  However, in none of them had I
planned to be drugged.  I always assumed it would be Grandpa or Vee that
tried to train me.  Even if they found out about the drug I knew those two
would never use it on me.  Having me drugged out and obedient all the time
would have taken all the fun out of it for them.

   When Jay pushed the dog bowls into our cage, Bob and I both scurried
over to them.  We both went for the water bowl first of course.  It was a
very odd feeling each time we were fed like this.  I still didn't want to
be drugged but at the same time I couldn't help but crave drinking more of
it.  I knew the shit was addictive, but I doubted it was this addictive.  I
think it was more our need to escape from our confinement than it was an
addiction thing.  Physical escape did not seem possible so we craved to
free our minds instead.

   It wasn't until I reached the water bowl and reached out to scoop some
of it up that I realized my hands were confined.  I think the actual name
is "fist mitts" but I just called them "mittens".  I had a small pair of
these I used on Linda sometimes but the ones I was wearing belonged to Bob.
Well, I guess they belonged to Jay now.  They were made of black leather
and fit over the hands similar to regular gloves, only these had no finger
slots.  The space inside the gloves was small as well which meant your
hands were forced into a permanent fist as long as you had them on.  There
was a small padlock on each wrist strap that ensured they stayed on until
the master decided otherwise.

   For the life of me I could not remember Jay putting these on me last
night.  Bob was wearing a similar pair and seemed to be as shocked as I
was. Mine were all scuffed and scratched up so I was pretty certain these
had been the ones used frequently on Jay.  The ones Bob wore looked brand
new.

   I tried to think which adult stores in the area might sell such a
thing...  not that such information would really do me any good.  I guess
it just gave my mind something to focus on to help keep me in the moment. I
hadn't been in any of the local adult stores of course but I did scout them
out.  I thought it might be fun to some day send David inside one of them
and see how much money he could make.  There were two such stores that
looked pretty "rough" from the outside; my guess is they probably sold
items like these mitts.

   I don't know how long Bob and I sat there looking at the mitts.  It
seemed like only 5 seconds but for all I know it could have been 5 minutes.
Getting our precious water was more important, however, and we both
realized what we needed to do and stuck our faces down to it to lick it up
like dogs.  I felt ashamed to be so weak in regards to wanting the drug.  I
also felt pretty damned embarrassed to have my face so close to Bob's as we
fought over drinking rights.  Jay cut our fight short however.

   "No!" Jay yelled as he stuck his foot through the bars and used it to
shove me away from the bowl.

   I looked up at him in confusion and then went back toward the bowl.

   "I told you last night you wouldn't be getting your drink from the bowl
today," Jay laughed as he kicked me away again.

   I felt like such a fucking pussy as I knelt there watching Bob drink all
the water.  A couple tears dripped from my eyes even as I realized he was
getting all the water and I was being denied.

   I tried to remember what Jay might have told me last night in regards to
the water but couldn't.  In fact, as I shifted my mind back to the present
I was having trouble remembering what he had just said.  Something about
drinking...  damn, what was wrong with me?

   The next thing I knew I was out of my cage and crawling across the
basement floor.  It dawned on me that I didn't have anything binding me
except for the mitts.  I tried to will my body to stand but nothing
happened.  I was either too dizzy from the drug or just too weak.  So,
instead I veered off my current course toward the bathroom and crawled
toward the stairwell.

   "I said the bathroom," Jay commanded.

   The command was quickly followed by a swish and then loud slap.  My mind
suddenly became crystal clear as the pain from the belt lit up my senses. I
knew it was a belt, yet thought for certain someone had just stuck a
hundred needles into my ass cheek.  It was pain unlike any I had ever felt
before.  I found it hard to believe that slaves like sis and my uncles
could actually enjoy being whipped.  I know I sure as hell didn't.  But
then, they were submissives, I guess it was just in their nature.

   During that brief moment I formulated a plan of escape.  I would turn
and punch Jay in the nuts then follow that up with one to the chin when he
dropped to his knees.  I would then run or crawl up the stairs, make my way
to the living room and then out the door; or window if necessary.  Once
outside it would be just a matter of moments before someone came to my
rescue.  The plan was so vivid in my head and I knew I could pull it off,
yet before I could act I found myself quickly under the grasp of the drug
again.

   As I bowed my head and slowly crawled to the bathroom I could feel my
tears running down my cheeks.  As I crawled I was having trouble
remembering if I was crying because of the pain from the belt or my failure
to escape.  By the time I actually reached the bathroom neither thoughts
were in my mind and I just simply wondered why I was crying.

   I felt like a fucking sissy and did my best to stop my crying.  I had
just managed to do so when I entered the bathroom and seen what was
prepared for me.  Hanging from a rope tied to an eyebolt on the ceiling was
a large red enema bag.  Of course, at the time it didn't fully register in
my head exactly what the item was.  I just knew that deep down it was not
good and the tears started up again.

   "Don't cry," Jay said in a mocking tone.  "Its full of your special
water.  Aren't you thirsty?"

   Jay was already holding the enema nozzle in his right hand.  Like an
idiot I tilted my head back and opened my mouth.  As I looked at the enema
bag above me I actually felt a sort of joy.  It was as though the bag was
some kind of bloated piņata that was about to rain sweet candies down on
me. That's how simple things were in my head while under the influence of
the drug.

   "This water goes into a different hole," Jay laughed when he seen me
open my mouth.  "If you are a good boy then maybe I will let you drink the
possible backwash from the nozzle later."

   My face turned red as I finally remembered what the enema bag was and
how it was used.  I wanted the drug but still shook my head back and forth
at the thought of how he planned to give it to me.

   I expected him to rain the belt down on me again but the pain never
came. In fact, he seemed to actually enjoy the fact that I didn't want the
enema.  He told me to get into position but I couldn't formulate what he
meant.  He tried giving more detailed instructions but finally gave up and
just grabbed a hand full of my hair and maneuvered me around until he had
me kneeling with my face against the floor and my ass pointed up toward the
ceiling.

   The enema nozzle was barely larger than my thumb but I still let out a
yelp as it was forced past my anal ring and shoved deep inside.  As the
pain in my asshole started to subside I suddenly felt pain in my shoulders
and arms.  Jay was pulling my hands behind my back.  When I felt him let go
I tried to pull them back to my front but discovered the mitts I was
wearing had somehow been locked or tied together.  It was rather
uncomfortable in this position with my hands tied behind my back.

   I tried to use my stomach muscles to left my face and shoulders off the
floor a little but it wasn't any use.  I was just too weak to do it.  The
only bright side was that the pain seemed to be removing the fog from my
head.  Or, at least I thought that was the bright side until my uncle
loosened the enema clamp and I felt the warm liquid shoot up my rectum.

   The first few seconds were a bit of a shock but not actually that
unpleasant.  However, the liquid seemed to quickly run out of space and I
could feel the pressure building up inside myself.  When the cramps began I
actually found myself praying to God for the drug to pull me back into the
abyss.  The pain in my shoulders, neck and guts would not allow it though.
In fact, I seemed to be coming more lucid by the second.

   "God..." I moaned as an even greater cramp punched at my gut.

   "Don't let any of it spill out or you will be sorry," Jay said once he
realized I was fully aware of my surroundings.

   I couldn't imagine there being any punishment worse than the pain I was
currently feeling.  I was just smart enough not to test that theory though.
So, I did my best to fight against the natural urge to force the liquid out
of my bowels.  I thought for sure I was about to loose that battle; but
then suddenly the pain seemed to subside.  I groaned in defeat when I
realized the liquid had made it past whatever had been holding it back and
was now working it's way deeper into my bowels...  much deeper.

   While the constant pressure was still there, the cramps soon
disappeared. I felt utterly embarrassed as my ass sucked in all the liquid.
I would have sworn I could even hear the liquid rushing down the enema
tube. A good two minutes later there was the slightest slurping sound as
the last of the liquid left the enema bag and shot down the tube and into
my ass.

   "Good boy," Jay said as he grabbed the nozzle and yanked it from my
asshole.

   For an instant I thought I would loose control of my bowels but got them
under control again.  It actually wasn't too bad now that the liquid was no
longer rushing into me like before.  Tiny cramps still snuck up on me but
it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.

   It seemed that my mind was starting to slip back into the fog now that
most of the pain was gone.  As I slid further away I realized that it had
to be more than just the lack of pain.  While I was still a bit lucid I
could somehow tell that I wasn't just slipping into my normal foggy state.
I was certain that this time I would be falling much deeper into the pit.
It was as though the fog had turned into quicksand and I was being pulled
under.  It was pulling so much harder this time that I was scared shitless
that I might never be able to return.

   Right before going under it dawned on me that the effect was much
stronger because the drug was being administered via an enema instead of me
just drinking it.  I even started to realize why this was the case, but
never quite got there.  Instead, I lost my final grip and sank under the
sand.

   I felt as though I had been under the sand for an eternity but it
couldn't have been more than 20 to 30 minutes.  I was still in the
bathroom. The only thing that had changed was that I was being lifted and
placed on the toilet.

   "Don't you dare let any of that out yet," Jay growled at me after giving
me a good slap across the face to make sure I was listening.

   The urge to release the liquid was almost beyond measure.

   "Please, I have too..." I mumbled.

   "First you have to do something for me," Jay smiled as he stepped
forward.

   It wasn't until then that I realize Uncle Jay was completely nude.  I
would have sworn he had been wearing clothes when he first led me into the
bathroom.  Had I actually been kneeling on the floor with liquid inside me
long enough for him to get undressed?  Or, had I just imagined he had
clothes on earlier?  Hell, for that matter, is it possible I was just
imagining he was currently naked?

   That last thought disappeared when I felt the tip of his dick slide
across my cheek.  The smell of his dick wasn't that strong but it still
repulsed me.  I tried to turn my head but he ordered me to face forward and
for some reason I obeyed.

   "No," I begged as I felt his dick slide against my face again.

   I could almost feel my pores soaking up his precum as he smeared it
around on my face with his dick.  I clinched my mouth shut when he finally
slid it that direction.  He slid it back and forth across my lips.

   "Settle down," I heard Jay command.

   I knew it was the drug but I still chastised myself when I felt my lips
relax.  I still kept my mouth shut but didn't get my lips back under
control until he had already slid the tip of his dick under them and rubbed
his dick snot on my teeth.

   "If you want to relieve yourself in the toilet then you are going to
have to help me relieve myself in your mouth," he said.

   I started to cry again as I gave in and let my jaw go slack.  I felt so
ashamed of my inability to refuse his order.  Even in my drugged state I
knew I still had the physical ability to refuse.  I could just keep my
mouth shut tight and release my bowels.  Yet, I just didn't have the mental
strength to hold out that refusal any longer.

   I'm not sure why I was so surprised by my obedience.  I knew from
watching my father's videos that the drug had this affect on people.  To
make matters worse, the formula I came up with was no doubt superior to the
one my father used.  Unlike my father, I ran my formula past a doctor.  Dr.
Mike Kelly is his name.  Mike is one of the sickest fucks I've ever met. 
You would have to read some of my prior memoirs to get a true feel for how
sick he actually is.

   Mike actually scared the shit out of me.  However, there were several
ingredients I had to get via him anyway, so I decided to have him double
check the formula.  I was mainly looking for his assurance that long-term
use of the formula wouldn't kill a slave.  He not only assured me it
wouldn't but recommended a few additional drugs be added.  They were all
things I had never heard of before.  Don't ask me to spell them out here
either, I wouldn't be able to spell them even if I could remember the
names. They all seemed to have like 30 letters in them, only maybe 3 being
vowels.

   I looked the drugs up on the internet of course.  A couple of them I
never actually figured out what they did.  The best I could tell they just
help offset bad side effects of the other drugs.  Most of the others
appeared to be related to female hormones.  But to be honest I still didn't
fully understand those drugs either.  But, Mike was a doctor so who was I
to question them?

   Now, I kind of wish I had decided against using them.  I've lost
complete track now, but Jay has been giving Bob and I this mixture for at
least 3 to 4 weeks now.  I seemed to be getting emotional at the slightest
shit these days and I can't help but attribute that to Mike's contribution
to the formula.

   Of course, there wasn't anything I could do about all of that now
anyway. All I seemed capable of at this moment was just sitting there and
crying as Uncle Jay slid his dick into my mouth.  The disgust and
humiliation of my situation seemed to bring me even further out of the fog.
However, the fear of disobeying still somehow managed to trump everything
else.

   Jay held the tip of his dick just inside my mouth for the longest time.
At first I thought he was trying to keep from cumming.  However, it dawned
on me he was just ensuring I got a good tasted of his precum.

   The flavor wasn't as bad as I had expected it to be.  In fact, I really
didn't taste much at all.  I knew it was there, however, because it seemed
to be a slightly different consistency than that of my saliva.  It was that
consistency and the knowledge of what it was that really grossed me out.

   As I sat there my mouth quickly filled up with the mixture of precum and
spit.  Jay hadn't told me to swallow so I forced around his dick and out of
my mouth.  The mixture ran down my chin and neck and then across my bare
chest.  The feel of it as the air blew across the slime made me feel even
further soiled by his dick.  It was still better than had I decided to
swallow instead.

   Jay didn't agree, however.  He seen the mixture running down my body and
got rather pissed.  He pulled his dick free and the next thing I knew the
side of my face was stinging.  The slap was so hard that I almost lost
control of my bowels.

   "You never spit your master's juices out unless told otherwise," Jay
yelled.

   There it was...  "master".  I knew Jay was training us and Jay knew he
was.  Hell, I think even idiot Bob was aware of it.  However, this was the
first time any kind of verbal confirmation had been given.  I kick myself
for not taking Jay under my wing for a few months before turning him over
to Bob.  The small slave refresher course would have probably prevented all
this shit.

   He stuck his dick back in and it wasn't long before my mouth was filling
up again.  I was about to force myself to swallow the crap when Jay decided
to feed more of his dick to me.  He suddenly pushed the end of his dick to
the back of my mouth forcing most of his dick slime to shoot down my
throat. I was caught off guard and some of it went down the wrong pipe.  It
hurt like hell as I tried coughing it back up.  He seemed to enjoy the
feeling as I tried to cough around his dick.

   I'd barely gotten my coughing under control when he decided it was time
to teach me how to deep throat.  My uncle's dick is at least 8 inches long
and a good 1.75 inches thick, so I went straight from coughing to gagging.
While the gagging felt horrible, the worst part about it was that it
prevented me from trying to block out the fact that Uncle Jay was fucking
my throat.

   "I'm deep throating my uncle's dick."

   This sentence shot through my head over and over as Jay sawed his dick
back and forth.  The gagging only made it harder to hold my bowels.  It
wasn't long and my only prayer was that Jay would cum soon; anything to get
this ordeal over with.

   Jay, however, didn't appear to be in any rush.  Right when I could tell
he was getting near he would slow down in order to get his climax under
control.  Then, a minute later, he would start jack hammering my throat
again.

   I knew, and he knew, that he would go on torturing my throat all night
like this until I became an active participant and helped push him over the
edge.  I held out as long as I could...  I really did.  However, the pain
in my throat and guts became too overwhelming.  So, I did the only thing I
could do, I tried to help him climax.  I was already swishing my tongue
around on the bottom of his dick before I even realized I had made the
decision.  Even after I realized what I was doing I still couldn't believe
it.

   Just weeks prior I would have rather choked to death on his dick than to
give the fucker any pleasure.  However, the drug could do a lot to a mind.
I guess deep down I thought I would somehow be immune to it.  The
realization that I wasn't immune to the effects made me feel utterly
helpless.

   I think it was my surrender, more than my oral talents that finally got
my uncle to climax.  The fucker didn't even have the decency to pull out
and shoot it on my face or chest.  When I felt his dick swell in my mouth I
hoped that he would at least shoot off deep in my throat so it would go
directly into my stomach.  Instead, he pulled back until just the head was
inside my lips and filled my mouth with his cum.

   The flavor was just as bitter and disgusting as I had expected.  After
he finished he pulled his dick free of my mouth and slid the tip back and
forth across my face.  I could feel my face getting coated with the last
few drops of his semen.  I already felt like throwing up and this didn't
help any.

   "I'm sure I don't have to tell you not to spit that out," Jay warned. 
"Don't swallow it yet though.  I want you to hold that in your mouth until
after you expel the enema.  This way you get to know my flavor better."

   I had to admit; my uncle seemed to have more balls than I gave him
credit for.  He even sounded half way convincing as a master.  Though, I
could still hear the faggot submissive in his voice.  I probably would have
laughed at the thought of him trying to train me, but I was too busy at the
time crying.

   I sat there staring up at him.  I wanted to beg for permission to
release the enema but my mouth was full.  He stood there staring right back
at me for almost a minute before he finally nodded.  I swear I never felt
such relief in my entire life as the enema shot out my ass and into the
toilet bowel.  So much was coming out that I felt almost as though I had
been turned inside out.

   As the pain in my guts subsided, the drug quickly started dragging me
back under.  Unfortunately, Jay knew this would happen and ordered me to
swallow the cum before my mind became too fogged.  I've never eaten a raw
egg before but my guess is that it probably felt a lot like swallowing my
uncle's cum.  I doubt an egg would have tasted as bad though.

   My stomach tried to reject the mixture but I managed to hold it down. 
As my stomach settled down, so did my mind.  I vaguely remember cleaning
up, but then everything seemed to glaze over as my mind finally went under
again.

   3.

   I woke the next morning and discovered a few things.

   First, I noticed that my mind wasn't anywhere near as cloudy as in prior
weeks.  My guess is that while the drug was absorbed by the body faster and
in greater quantities via the enema, it also wore off a ton faster since I
had expelled most of it out afterward.

   Another thing I noticed was that I was extremely hungry.  This was
logical of course considering my entire bowels had been cleared the night
before.

   The final thing I noticed was that Uncles David and Joey were
downstairs. They were still wearing their leg chains and were tethered to
an eyebolt that had been screwed into a nearby concrete wall.  The bolt
looked like it would be a bitch to remove but I'm certain that the two
could manage it if they tried hard enough.  I knew they were to chicken
shit to try though.  Plus, I'm sure that unlike me they actually enjoyed
this treatment.

   I stared at them for the longest time.  My mind had been in such a fog
the last few weeks I couldn't determine for sure if I had seen them chained
to the wall in the past.  After thinking about it for a while I decided
that they must have just been brought down during the night.  I was certain
I would have noticed had they been there longer than that.

   It didn't surprise me in the least that Jay had kept Uncle David chained
up.  By now he probably has figured out what David did to his brother
Joseph.  Hell, David is lucky he's even still alive.  What did surprise me
was that Joey was still chained up also.  Maybe Jay realized as I had that
Joey could really never be unchained.  Uncle Joey has spent almost half his
life chained up now and I doubt he would ever be "normal" again.  Hell, I
think the faggot would cry like a baby if you made him take the chain off.
It would be like asking you or I to remove one of our limbs.  It wouldn't
matter if it could be done painlessly, we just wouldn't want to loose it.

   I knew there were a lot more questions in regards to Joey's presence
downstairs, but I just couldn't get my head to focus enough to think them
up...  let alone come up with answers.

   I sat there for over an hour before I heard Uncle Jay walk down the
basement steps.  I was still highly embarrassed by the prior night's
activities and couldn't bring myself to look him in the eye as he entered
the room.  Instead, I blushed and looked down at the floor of the cage.

   "How's my little cock sucker this morning?" Jay laughed when he seen my
blush.

   This comment only served to embarrass me further.  I felt like crying
but managed to hold back the tears.  My reaction to his comment both
confused and concerned me.  I was still slightly under the drug but I knew
damn well that my face should be red with anger right now and not shame and
embarrassment.  And I definitely shouldn't be feeling like crying like some
kind of fucking pussy.

   It had to be the female hormone aspects of the drug.  It just had to be.
A dreadful thought suddenly occurred to me and I glanced at my chest to
make sure I wasn't growing breasts or something.  I was relieved to see
that my chest looked perfectly normal.  My nipples were hard for some
reason but other than that nothing looked abnormal.

   I glanced over at Uncle David and Joey and seen that Jay's entrance had
awoken them.  They seemed to be staring back and forth from me to Jay.  It
further embarrassed me that they were hearing about what I had done to Jay
the night before.  I'm not sure why it bothered me so much though, I never
gave a shit what they thought before.  Yet, knowing they would be down
there witnessing everything somehow did bother me.

   While I was thinking about all of this Uncle Jay was going about his
daily chores.  He prepped our dog bowls but left them across the room.  I
got a very bad feeling which was soon confirmed when he went into the
bathroom and then returned dragging a garden hose behind him.  He bathed us
several times before with this hose and I wasn't looking forward to it yet
again.

   I clinched my teeth shut when he reached our cage and pointed the nozzle
at us.  A second later I felt a thousand tiny needles poking at me as the
ice cold water splashed over our bodies.  Fuck was that water cold.

   I wasn't sure what month it was but winter was either here or very
close. The basement had been getting colder by the day.  There were heating
vents leading to the basement but Jay had ensured they were all closed.  I
doubt it was even 60 degrees down there.  It felt like 30 though with steel
bars and floor of the cage touching your body all the time.  With the cold
water on you, however, it felt like fucking 50 below.

   After giving Bob and I a good hose down he pointed it at my uncles and
did the same to them.  After Jay walked away, my uncles huddled together
for warmth and so did Bob and I.  I know it sounds faggy but there was
nothing sexual about it.  We were so cold we would probably jump into a
bucket of dog shit if it was nice and warm.

   Even sharing heat you could still hear our teeth clattering as we
trembled.  The worst part was that we, or at least Bob and I, knew it would
be another hour or two before we finally dried off.  By then our muscles
would be worn out from the constant trembling.

   "Where is the farm located?" Jay asked as he walked back into the room
carrying a towel.

   It shocked me that he knew Beth was being kept on a farm.  Had he
managed to get me to talk?  I didn't remember telling him anything.  I
prayed that he had just gathered this information from my uncles.  They
seen all the videos so they certainly could give at least that much
information to Jay.

   I looked up at Jay for a moment after he asked the question.  He just
stood there swinging the towel back and forth in his hand.  It was clear he
was offering the towel's warmth in exchange for the information.  Truth be
told, if I thought he would actually let me go after I told him then I
probably would have gladly traded the information for that fucking towel.

   "Okay," he said when it was clear I wasn't going to tell.  He then
tossed the towel onto the floor across the room.

   Bob and I broke our embrace when Jay brought over our food and water.

   "None for you," Jay said as he kicked me away from the bowls.

   I almost went back to the bowl anyway but knew it was best not to
disobey.  I was pleased when he went back across the room and returned with
a separate food bowl for me.  Sharing the same bowl with Bob was not only
disgusting but often very messy.  I wasn't so pleased, however, when he put
it down in front of me and I seen it was full of dog food.

   He had put dry dog food in the bowl and poured water over the top.  It
looked and smelled disgusting.  I backed away from it and Jay just laughed
and went to fetch the dog bowls for Uncles David and Joey.

   I couldn't help but shiver and cry in the corner of my cage as I sat
there watching my fellow captives eating their gourmet meals.  Their food
looked more like table scraps than actual "dishes" but it was still 100
times better than fucking dog food.

   I hoped Jay would go upstairs so I could snatch some of Bob's food. 
However, after 5 minutes Jay collected not only Bob's bowl but David and
Joseph's as well.  He left my bowl but he knew as well as I did that there
was no way I was going to eat it.

   He fumbled around the basement for a while and then went upstairs.  Bob
and I were already snuggling together again before he left.  David and Joey
were holding each other also, but they had decided to use different means
to keep warm.  David spooned up behind his brother and slid his dick up his
asshole.

   It was a bit of a turn off watching the two faggots go at it.  However,
I have to admit that they did look much warmer.  I groaned in disgust when
I felt Bob's dick get hard against my side.  I pushed myself away from him
when I felt his mitted hand playing with my dick.

   "I would rather freeze to death," I chastised him.

   Bob is the type that would probably punch your lights out if you called
him gay.  I think he even thinks he is actually straight.  But the truth is
he is as gay as they come.  My understanding is that he never once fucked
his daughter, Karen, when she was young.  Yet he had his dick up Jay every
chance he could.  Hell, just now he had gotten a chubby watching his sons
fuck each other and that was in spite of how fucking cold we were.

   Bob gave me this apologetic look and then slowly crawled back over to me
and cuddled up again.  I felt like stressing my anger by kicking him away,
but it was too damned cold so I accepted his warm embrace.  I still made
sure, however, that his dick didn't touch me any more than necessary.

   The bad part about freezing like this was that it made it impossible to
let your mind slip fully back into the drugged fog.  While the fog made
time pass like a shooting bullet, the cold slowed it down to molasses.  It
had to be one of the worst punishments possible.

   The bad part about the cold was also the good part.  While a part of
your brain was still in the fog, the cold pushed you out just enough that
you could think and reason a little bit.  It still took you more than 10
times longer to come up with answers to your questions but at least you
were capable of computing things at least.  Unfortunately, I only had one
question and it was one in which there seemed to be no answer.  That
question of course was "How the hell do I get out of this mess?"

   We were still partly wet and shivering an hour later when Jay came into
the basement again.  David and Joey had switched off at least 3 times now
and were still going at it when Jay walked into the room.

   Uncle Jay didn't say anything when he seen them.  I expected him to be
either angry or happy about the two's activities.  However, he looked more
concerned than anything.  He looked as though he wanted his brothers back,
or at least Joey, but was scared they had progressed too far.  Of course,
if that was his goal then chaining them next to each other wasn't the
brightest idea.  Who knows, maybe he had given up hope for them already.  I
just prayed he didn't give up hope on his sister, Karen.  Once that
happened I knew my life would probably be forfeit.

   "I see you still think you are too good to eat the food I provided you,"
Jay growled when he reached our cage.  "Let's see if we can correct that."

   My eyes lit up in excitement for a moment when I seen Jay open our cage.
Even with our hands in the mits Bob and I had a good chance of overtaking
Jay.  My excitement was short lived though.  When I moved away from him in
order to prepare for my lunge, Bob just plopped over on the floor of the
cage and curled into the fetal position to help stay warm.  I had forgotten
that he had just drank another full dose of the drug.

   Bob was still suffering from the cold but was too far out of it to help
in our escape.  Without his help I didn't have a chance.  I was pretty
strong before being captured but even then Jay probably could have beat me
in a fight.  Add the mits and several weeks of drugs and limited activity
to the equation and the outcome was far from being in my favor.

   Jay snapped his fingers and I reluctantly crawled to the cage door and
then out.  For a moment I thought about making a break for it anyway.  The
odds of actually getting free were so slim that I decided it best not to
try.  All I would do is piss him off.  By staying compliant I figured it
might help catch him off guard down the road when a better opportunity
arose.

   I groaned when we entered the bathroom and I seen the enema bag prepped
for me.  I hesitated for only a moment before I crawled over to where I
knew he wanted me and brought my face to the ground and arched my ass up as
high as I could.  It was humiliating but at least I was doing it on my own
and not having to do it via his orders.  I wouldn't give him the pleasure
of making me do it.  It was the closest thing to defiance I could get
without being punished.  Not that an enema isn't punishment in itself.

   "Good girl," Jay said to me.

   While I felt both embarrassed and angry at being called a girl, the
degree of the emotions seemed to be completely skewed.  I knew I should
have been at least 90 percent angry and only 10 percent embarrassed but in
actuality it seemed to be the complete opposite.  I prayed that this was
the hormones in the drug causing this.  If it wasn't then that only meant I
was getting closer to breaking.

   God, how could I even be contemplating the idea that I might be
breaking? I'd hardly received any training yet.  To be even considering
breaking already was a sign that I wouldn't last long once the real
training started.  As a dominate, the thought of being trained was awful.
However, the thought of actually breaking was horrifying.

   "Oh!" I let out when Jay suddenly jammed the enema nozzle up my ass in
one quick thrust.

   I heard the click of the hose clamp and a second later I felt the water
shoot into my guts.  I was both surprised and pleased to feel that the
water was actually pretty warm.  The only time I had seen Jay enter the
bathroom had been over an hour ago.  He must have used steaming hot water
for it to have stayed warm this long.  Of course, I was so fucking cold
that ice water probably would have felt like room temperature.

   I was still pretty empty from the night before and it didn't take long
for the water to drain into me.  The cramps were considerably less as well.
I started to get up when the nozzle was removed but Jay kicked me in the
back of the head and told me to stay down.

   I began to cry as the drug took hold again.  I wasn't even sure why I
was crying; the drug actually made life in the cage much easier.  I guess I
was crying because in a way the drug was a cage in itself.  As long as I
was in its grasp I had no hopes of escape.

   As I knelt there with my ass high above me, I could feel the liquid
working it's way even deeper inside me.  It seemed to be going much deeper
than the prior night.  It wasn't long and I swear it felt like it was
actually filling into my stomach.  I'm not even sure it is possible for
that to happen but it certainly felt like it.  It made me feel kind of
nauseous.

   Thankfully, the Nausea wasn't that bad.  If the liquid actually was
leaking into my stomach then who knows what would have come out of my mouth
if I threw up.  God, I think I would have lost my mind had I thrown up my
own shit.  I kept telling myself that it wasn't possible for the liquid to
make its way back into my stomach.  I actually remembered reading something
about it but for the life of me I couldn't remember if what I was telling
myself was true or not.  For my own sanity, however, I tried hard to
convince myself.

   A loud clank suddenly grabbed my attention.  I jerked but held my
position.  The noise had come from my right and slightly behind me.  A
second later there was a scraping noise as the object was pushed across the
floor and toward my head.

   I figured out what it was from the smell before it came into sight.  It
was my dog bowl.

   "You can use the toilet once you finish your dinner," Jay growled.

   The smell, combined with the thought of eating it, almost made me throw
up.  I raised my head just high enough that he could push the bowl under my
head.  The smell got much stronger so I rose up even further.

   "Get your fucking face back down there!"

   Uncle Jay's command was followed by a loud thunder as he brought a belt
down hard on my ass.  I let out a yelp and convulsed for several seconds.
The convulsions were part from the pain but mostly from my efforts to keep
from releasing the enema.  I had no idea what Jay would do if I shit all
over the bathroom floor but I knew what I would do to a slave that did that
and it wouldn't be pretty.

   I had barely gotten my guts under control when another slap of thunder
echoed off the bathroom walls.  This time while I was convulsing I had just
enough awareness to bring my face back down to the bowl.  I kept my mouth
over an inch above it though.

   "I'll stop when the bowl is empty," Jay said as he rained down another
blow with the belt.

   I wanted to try to negotiate with him.  I wanted to tell him I would
gladly eat it if he would stop hitting me with the belt and let me release
the enema first.  Without the cramps or the pain from the belt I knew my
mind would move into the fog.  Once that happened I probably wouldn't even
remember eating the dog food let alone what it tasted like.  I didn't
bother though.  I knew he wouldn't agree and no matter how I asked it would
sound like begging.

   "Please," I groaned as yet another flash of pain shot through my body
from the belt.

   I chastised myself for saying it.  I didn't want to give him the
pleasure of hearing me beg.  It just somehow came out on its own.  I
started to cry even harder as I realized the belt was too powerful for me
to fight.

   Two more swings with the belt and I was chanting, "Please stop" like the
belt was some kind of God that would actually listen to my prayers.  It
didn't listen of course and just kept releasing its wrath onto my ass
cheeks.  Even before I realized I had given up resistance, I felt my first
swallow of the dog food make its way to my stomach.

   The taste was not good, but it also wasn't as bad as I had expected. 
Still, the thought of what it was made me want to throw up.  The pain from
the belt was much greater than the need to throw up, so I just kept gorging
myself on the muck until I had gotten most of it out of the bowl.

   I must have taken a good 50 hits with the belt before Jay was satisfied.
Without the use of my hands it was almost impossible to get it all.  Plus,
my face was almost completely smeared with the stuff by the time he gave me
permission to get up and use the toilet.  I barely got my ass on the toilet
seat in time.

   As the cramps and pain in my ass cheeks subsided, my mind started to
float away again.  I was on my hands and knees in the shower when I was
suddenly brought back out of the fog.  The bathroom in the basement had one
of those small cubical type showers.  Uncle Jay had apparently made me
crawl into it and then turned the cold water on.

   "We have to get you cleaned up for your boyfriend," Jay laughed as I
cowered in the corner trying to hide from the freezing water.

   I didn't know what he was talking about and didn't really care at the
moment.  I just wanted that fucking water turned off.  He made sure I was
pretty clean before he finally did turn it off.  As I huddled there
shivering and crying I wished I had actually tried to escape earlier.  It
would probably be another 24 hours now before my mind was clear enough
again to plan another escape.

   "Back to your cage," Jay commanded as he brought the belt down across my
shoulder and back.

   I screamed in pain but managed to start crawling.  He kept raining blows
down on my back and ass as I went.  By the time I reached the cage I was in
a full gallop.  I was surprised to see the cage door open already.  I
didn't stop to question it though, once in the cage I knew it would be
harder for him to whip me.

   When I entered the cage I seen Bob at the back end.  I was about to yell
at him for not escaping when he had the chance, but then noticed Jay had
cuffed Bob's hands together through the bars of the cage.  After the cage
door was secured, Uncle Jay went around it and removed Bob's cuffs.  It
wasn't until then that I realized that Bob was no longer wearing mitts on
his hands.  I started to get a very bad feeling.

   "You're going to be your grandpa's new bitch," Jay laughed when he seen
the expression on my face.

   "Fuck you."

   Yeah, I didn't really say that.  But I was definitely thinking it.  I
was also thinking what a pussy I was for not having the balls to say it.

   "I've cut back his dosage big time," Jay informed me.  "His last dosage
is probably half worn off already.  In another hour or so he will be pretty
much his old loveable self.  Dad and I have come to a little arrangement
too.  Once I get what I need from you I'm not only going to let him go but
he gets to keep you as his little pet."

   I wasn't so sure I believed my uncle.  He managed to escape from Bob so
he must know I'm capable of it.  Unless of course he plans to keep me
drugged forever.  I found that unlikely though.  It would become too costly
for the two.  I would only require a couple teaspoons of the drug a day to
keep me under, but the components were anything but cheap.  Without my
medical contact it would probably cost them an average of $20 to $30 a day.
That may not sound like much but for Bob it would be.  Hell, they guy was
practically living in the streets when I found him.  I also doubted Jay
could afford to provide Bob with shelter, food, bear and then the drug for
me on top of all of that.

   It didn't matter if I believed Jay or not though.  What mattered was
whether Bob did.  The look in Bob's eyes, coupled with his hard dick, told
me he did believe his son.  I turned to beg Jay, only to find he was no
longer there.  I then heard the basement door shut and lock.

   It pissed me off that Uncle Jay hadn't even asked again about Karen's
location.  He didn't want to give me the opportunity to give in until after
Bob had at least a night with me.  I wouldn't have told him anyway, but he
didn't know that for sure.

   I expected Bob to attack me right away.  However, he just sat at the far
end of the cage and watched me while he played with his dick.  I was
freezing my ass off but Bob had since dried and looked halfway comfortable.
At first I thought he was just waiting for me to dry off so he wouldn't get
wet again.  However, I then realized that he was just waiting for the drugs
in his system to finally wear off.  He was also probably waiting for my
shivering to wear down my body.  In an hour he would be much stronger and I
would be much weaker.

   "You don't believe him do you?" I said.  "He isn't going to let either
of us go if I talk.  He will either keep us in this cage or kill us."

   That is the gist of what I said anyway.  Even with the shivering the
drug in enema form is pretty damn strong and was making it hard for me to
talk coherently.  Bob just gave me an evil grin and continued to toy with
his dick.  As I sat there trying to work out some kind of defense in my
head I realized I was wasting my breath trying to reason with Bob.

   The best I could see, there were only three possibilities:

   1) Bob actually believed his son.  If this was the case then I was
fucked.  2) 3) Bob was just pretending to believe his son in order to set
up some kind of escape.  If so then I was fucked because he would have to
make it look convincing.  4) 5) Bob didn't believe his son and had given up
hope of escape.  If this was the case then he had nothing to loose by
having his way with me.  Best case, Jay is telling the truth and he goes
free.  Worst case, I eventually break and we both die...  but at least he
would get a last few fucks in before hand.  6) Yeah, there are technically
other possibilities and other ways someone might respond to the above
three. However, we were talking about Bob here.  The guy thought with his
dick.  Regardless of the number of possible approaches to this situation,
he was going to take one that gets his dick wet.

   "What I believe is that you should be worrying about loosening your
asshole up," Bob replied.  "If you are a good boy I'll even help you out a
little with my fingers first."

   I blushed and started crying harder.  I could sense my uncles watching
me from the sidelines but could not bring myself to look their direction to
verify it.  I knew I should attack Bob now before he got to full strength,
but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.  Whether I fought now or later I
was no match for him.  He had the size advantage plus the free use of his
hands now.

   I continued to cry and blushed further as I slowly crawled to his side
of the cage.  He had his hand on my ass the second it got into reach.  He
was anything but gentle and roughly shoved a finger up my ass.  The sudden
intrusion caused me to shoot forward until my head ran into his chest.

   It was an unnatural position but I didn't want to turn my ass toward him
too much.  He was so rough that I just knew he would shove his finger up my
ass even further if I gave him the right angle.  In addition, my current
angle also gave me the chance to bring him off with my hand instead.

   My hands were still forced into a fist by the mitt, but I managed to use
my right fist to pin his dick against his belly.  I then slid my hand up
and down his slimy dick.  Like his son, Jay, Bob had a pretty big dick.  It
had to be a good 8 to 9 inches long and almost 2 inches thick.  Maybe Jay
was right earlier when he called me a girl.  I know I certainly felt like
one as I sat there trying to give Bob a good hand job.

   My asshole must have been loosening up a little because the pain from
Bob's finger started to subside.  As the pain went away I felt myself
starting to be pulled back into the fog by the drug.  I prayed that I would
get sucked under and not resurface until morning after all of this was
over.

   I was not so lucky.  I was just starting to feel myself slip away when
Bob pushed a second finger up my asshole.  The pain was more than twice as
bad as just one finger and my mind shot back to the present.  I didn't have
long to think about it, however, because Bob used his other hand to push my
head down toward his dick.

   Bob refused to remove his other hand from my ass and I was forced to
shuffle to his side so he could finger me and get his blowjob at the same
time.

   I still had a tiny bit of resistance left in me but sucking on Bob's
dick was still a better option than being fucked by it.  So, I let my head
be lowered.  As I bent down I had to move my right hand to the floor to
help support myself.  When I did this Bob's dick sprang up from his stomach
and slapped lightly against my cheek.  I pulled back an inch and let his
dick reach my lips.

   I let my lips open, but when his flavor hit my taste buds I changed my
mind about the whole cock-sucking thing and tried to pull away.  Bob's hand
was behind my head and I didn't make it but an inch off his dick before he
stopped me.  I fought against his grip for only a moment before I gave in
and lowered my mouth to his dick again.  Again, I chastised myself for
giving in so easy.  Just because I couldn't win didn't mean I shouldn't
fight.  I knew this yet I still gave in easily.

   What was done was done, so I tried to use the situation to my benefit
the best I could.  I opened my mouth wide and let his nasty dick slide
inside.  I was surprised to find that his dick tasted almost exactly like
Jay's.  I hadn't ever really thought about it much in the past but for some
reason I had assumed all dicks tasted different.  I guess it made sense
that they might taste the same.

   I sucked off a dick just the night before and hoped that the flavor
wouldn't bother me as much this time; I was wrong.  It tasted just as bad
and disgusted me just as much.  But, I had to do what I had to do...  my
ass was literally on the line here.

   I got more than half his dick in my mouth before I started gagging on
it. I stopped my downward motion and slid back up his dick until just the
head was in my mouth.  I then let it slide back in about half way.  I felt
like such a fag as I fucked his dick with my mouth.  On the bright side,
all the blushing from embarrassment was starting to warm me up.

   My neck muscles were getting sore and tired but I kept fucking my mouth
up and down his dick.  It felt like an hour but my best guess is that this
only lasted about 15 minutes before he decided he wanted more.  Fresh tears
came to my eyes when I felt the pressure from his hand increase at the back
of my head.

   Again, I didn't know why I was surprised.  My mind might be half glazed
over but I still knew he would want to throat fuck me.  Hell, deep down I
actually wanted him to do it.  This would increase the chance he would use
just my mouth and not my asshole.

   Knowing what he wanted, I tried my best to force his dick into my
throat. The act went against all my natural instincts though.  I just
couldn't force myself to willingly do it.  Bob didn't seem to mind though.
He just kept pushing at the back of my head until his dick finally popped
down my throat.

   Bob didn't stop pushing until my nose touched his balls.  He held me
like that for almost a minute before he loosened his grip.  I backed off
his dick as fast as I can.  He stopped me when I reached the head of his
dick again.  I sat there coughing and drooling around the head of his dick
as I struggled to catch my breath.

   I only got in a few good breaths before he pushed hard at the back of my
head again.  He pushed much harder this time and his dick was buried down
my throat before I even had time to think about resisting.

   As he held my face buried on his dick he started worming another finger
up my asshole.  I tried to scream around his dick when his third finger
managed to pop inside.  Other than slaves licking and tonguing it, my
asshole was 100 percent virgin.  What Bob was doing to it was nothing but
torture.  Bob got off on torturing others though.  I was only 14 and he was
shoving 3 fingers up my ass for fucks sake.

   Once his third finger was inside he let up on my head.  Like before, I
pulled my head up and tried to catch my breath.  And just like before, he
only let me take in a few breaths before pushing my head back down.  This
time, however, he let up right away.  I pulled away only to be shoved right
back down once I reached the point I could take a breath.

   "He's fucking my throat!"

   Even as I thought this I still couldn't believe what was happening.  I
almost passed out before I finally managed to time my breathing right.  The
problem I originally had was that I was trying to breath out and then in on
each thrust.  However, there just wasn't enough time.  I finally realized
the only way I would live was to breath out on one thrust and then in on
the next.  This way I got at least a half lung full of air and not just a
partial one each time.

   While my throat suffered this indignity Bob continued to rape my asshole
with his fingers.  God, why hadn't I fought earlier when I could?  I was so
mentally and physically tired now that I couldn't fight back even if I
wanted too.

   "You remind me a lot of my son," Bob laughed.  "He didn't like sucking
my dick at your age either.  Don't worry though, you will get used to it."

   God, wasn't I going through enough already?  He was fucking my throat
with his dick and my ass with his fingers.  On top of that, my wet body was
still cold and I was having trouble holding the dog food in my belly.  And
now I had to listen to this shit?

   Bob kept a steady rhythm like this for what seemed an eternity.  I
started to get upset, however, when he finally slowed down.  I was hoping
he would actually speed up and then cum in my throat and get it over with.
I got a bit confused when he stopped completely.  He just held the head of
his dick inside my mouth.  I tried to lower my mouth on it again but he
grabbed a hand full of my hair and held me back.

   I kept swiveling my tongue around the head of his dick in order to
excite him into fucking my throat again.  I did this for over a minute
before he finally pushed my head back down on his dick.  My hopes were
dashed, however, when he didn't start fucking me again.  Instead, he just
held it deep in my throat.

   Five seconds went by, then ten, then thirty.  I thought he was going to
try to kill me like this when suddenly I felt him start to cum.  Or at
least at first I thought he was cumming.  The cum didn't stop though like
it should have.  It was also coming out much too fast.

   "Oh, God!  Why?" I thought when I realized he was pissing.

   I was helpless to do anything but just sit there and accept his piss.  I
couldn't taste any of it but I could feel it collecting in my stomach and
mixing with all the dog food.  No matter what happened from this point on I
just knew I would never be the same again.

   It felt like he was pissing a gallon down my throat but the stream
stopped only 30 seconds after it started.  In that amount of time I doubt
he could have deposited more than 2 cups at most.  It didn't matter to my
stomach though.  As far as it was concerned one drop was too much.

   When he finally let go of me I pulled my head off his dick as fast as I
could and crawled to the other side of the cage.  I grunted as I went
beyond his reach and his fingers popped out of my sore asshole.

   He just sat there stroking his dick and watching me cough.  I think he
only let me out of his grasp because he assumed I would throw up and didn't
want to get any of it on himself.  I actually did almost throw up.  Every
instinct I had told me to expel the mixture from my body.  However, puking
all over the floor, whether inside or outside the cage, would meet with
severe punishment from Jay, I just knew it.  I knew neither my father nor I
would put up with that kind of behavior from a slave; I doubted Jay would
either.

   "What are you waiting for," Bob said after I got my stomach under
control.  "You didn't think we were done did you?"

   I started crying again as I crawled back over to him.

   "Other end," Bob commanded when I started to bring my mouth to his dick.

   "Please don't f..."

   I didn't get the chance to finish my begging before he slapped me hard
across the face.  It caught me off guard and I fell backward.  Bob started
toward me so I rolled over real fast and tried to crawl away.  Don't ask me
where I was planning to go.

   I didn't even make it to the other end of the cage though before Bob had
me in his grasp again.  He slid his arm under my waist and yanked me back
toward him.  I tried to let my body drop to the floor to escape him but he
easily held my ass high in the air.

   For some reason my drugged and frightened mind thought I would be safe
if I could just get to the other end of the cage.  I continued to try to
scurry across the cage floor but my legs were not strong enough and my
mitted hands couldn't get any traction.

   "Save all that energy for after I get my dick up you," Bob laughed from
behind me.

   My mind already knew it was hopeless and a minute later my body finally
agreed.  I continued to sob as I let my tired arms collapse under me.  My
left hand ended up out in front of me and my right one under my head with
my forehead resting on my arm.  I slid my right arm down a couple inches so
it rested under my eyes.  I then pressed my eyes hard against my forearm
and welcomed the darkness.  My escape from reality only lasted a moment
though.

   "No!" I raised my head and shouted as Bob shoved the tip of his dick
into my asshole.

   I started struggling again as he continued to feed me more of his dick.
My struggles, however, didn't seem to do much but entertain him.  He got
his dick just over half way up my ass before he bumped into something.

   It took my mind a moment to realize this was where my intestines
probably angled off.  I knew from fucking mom and sis' ass that it was
possible to get a dick past this point without causing damage.  However, I
wasn't sure that was possible without extensive training like they had
received.  Every time Bob pushed against it I felt like someone was
punching me in the gut.

   "There are two ways your first fuck can go," Bob informed me.  "The
first way is for me to just kneel here while you fuck yourself back and
forth on the 6 inches you have up your ass right now.  The second way is
for me to do all the work.  However, if I have to do all the work then you
can bet I'm not going to be happy until I hear your ass cheeks slapping
against my pelvis."

   I was already starting to hump back and forth on his dick before he
could even finish his sentence.  It hurt like hell but I didn't want his
dick any deeper inside me.  I was certain he would kill me if he shoved it
all up my ass.  Though, at the moment I actually wished I were dead.

   As I humped back and forth on his dick the burning pain in my ass was
nothing like you could imagine.  Or at least it was like nothing I had ever
imagined.  It would get so bad that I would try to slow down from time to
time.  Whenever I did this, however, he would slap me hard on the ass a few
times to get me going again.

   The entire time this was going on I was groaning and mumbling gibberish
pleas for mercy.  I'm sure Bob didn't know what I was trying to say because
none of it even made sense to me.  It was as though the pain had caused my
brain to overload and I was just firing off random neurons.

   I seen motion to my right and glanced over to see David and Joey in the
same exact position as Bob and I.  Joey was on the bottom and David was
humping him from behind.  I knew from watching them that they often
switched off, however, I also noticed that the both of them seemed happiest
with David being the dominant one.  They were both staring at me.  I
blushed and turned my head away in shame.

   Back and forth I went on Bob's dick before he finally grabbed my hips
again so he could speed up the pace.  I was almost joyful when he started
pounding my ass faster.  It was a sign that he was nearing his climax and
my torture would be over...  at least for tonight.

   As he hammered away at my ass I noticed that while the pain was still as
bad, there seemed to be spots just inside my ass that hurt more than
others. I guessed that these were small cuts and tears from taking
something so big inside my no longer virgin asshole.  The best I could
tell, there were 3 to 4 spots.  None of them seemed to be that big though
so hopefully no serious damage had been done.

   "That's it, take that dick," Bob growled as he gripped my hips with
almost super human strength.

   He was getting so carried away I was afraid he might drive his dick all
the way inside me.  He kept his promise, however, and never did.  He pumped
a few more times and then froze behind me with his dick half way up my ass.
I could feel his dick pulsing as he shot his load deep inside me.

   He then pushed me away and I bumped my head against the cage bars.  I
didn't even have time to rub the pain away and I felt Bob's hand on my head
again.  He had a hand full of my hair and was guiding me.  I knew what was
going to happen even before he got me turned around.

   I was trying to determine if my body had any fight left in it when I
realized he already had his dick buried down my throat again.  I knew my
ass was clean from the enema but it was still disgusting as he forced me to
clean his dick off.

   This final act hurt me just as much mentally as the anal fuck had
physically.  It was more than just a disgusting act, it was a symbol of his
dominance over me.  A slave always cleans his or her master's dick
afterward.  I doubt it was in writing anywhere; it was just something all
slaves and masters knew instinctively.

   "You would rather freeze to death?" Bob laughed as he finally pulled his
dick out of my mouth.

   I was so out of it I didn't know what he was referring too.  I didn't
care either.  I just wanted to crawl up and die.  I slowly drifted off into
the fog as Bob slid into a spoon position behind me to keep warm.

   4.

   I didn't get that much rest that first day as Bob's slave.  Bob took my
asshole once more before Jay showed up again.  It was hard to judge time,
but I guessed it was nighttime and not morning since Jay didn't bring us
any food.  All he did was walk in and toss a gag into our cage.

   "If you know what's good for you then you will keep your bitch quiet,"
Jay warned Bob.

   Jay then turned and went back upstairs.  I couldn't fucking believe it.
I thought for sure he would put at least a temporary stop to the ass rapes
until I healed up.  Instead, he was just making sure Bob could continue
without keeping the whole house up all night.

   The gag was not one from my current collection of toys.  This one was
shaped like a dildo with a baseball size rubber bulb at the back end of it.
The leather strap, which held it in place, connected to the gag about 7
inches up the shaft of the dildo; right below the rubber bulb.  The dildo
portion, as well as the bulb, were hallow so they could be filled with
various, um, liquids.

   I didn't have to look at the device but a second to know all these facts
about it.  That is because I had seen one before.  The drug was mostly out
of my system already and I could clearly remember many videos where my
father used it on Jay.  I'm certain the device was as horrible as it looked
or I doubt Jay would have thought to acquire one.

   Bob and I were on the same side of the cage huddled together.  We both
sat there staring at the gag for a moment.  I'm sure Bob's slow mind was
still trying to figure out exactly what it was; or at least how it worked.
Any moron could tell those things but Bob wasn't just "any moron".

   "What are you waiting for bitch?" Bob said once he was done staring at
it.

   I cringed at my new name; being called a girl had been bad enough.  As I
crawled over to the device I was trying to decide what I should do.  My
mind was much clearer now but I couldn't decide for sure what the best
course of action might be.  I was too exhausted to put up any kind of fight
so the only option I could see, other than obey, was to just kick the gag
through the bars and outside the cage.

   As I continued toward it I did a cost analysis in my head.  Would it
cost me more to obey or to disobey?  I don't know why I bothered though,
when it came to a master's orders it always cost more to disobey.

   I reached the gag and looked down at it.  There was a liquid slowly
running out of the tip of it.  I knew that once it was deep in my throat
the liquid would flow out a bit faster due to my throat muscles and such.
The flow didn't look like much but it was going to be a bitch to breath
with it constantly leaking down my throat.

   From the pool of liquid below it, the gag appeared to contain a mixture
of cum and some other substance.  I had to assume that the other substance
was either piss or water mixed with the drug.  I guess it could have been a
mix of all three too.

   I stared down at it trying to figure out the best way to pick the thing
up with my confined hands.  When I went to pick it up, however, Bob slapped
my ass hard with his palm.

   "That's not how a bitch puts her gag on," Bob cursed.

   I knew what he wanted and thought again about just kicking it out of the
cage.  Finally, I surrendered and leaned down until my face was near the
tip of the dildo gag.  I got my first taste of the liquid as I used my lips
and tongue to work the tip into my mouth.  It was indeed a mixture of all
three items.  The urine was pretty strong so my guess is he came into the
bulb, tossed a teaspoon of the enema drug in it, then topped it off with
piss.

   My face turned red with embarrassment as I analyzed the substance in
front of my uncles and grandfather.  I tried to take my mind off them as I
continued to work the dildo portion of the gag into my mouth.  After I got
an inch in my mouth I made the mistake of trying to suck the rest into my
mouth.  Instead of the dildo sliding further in I only managed to suck a
tablespoon of the liquid out of the tip.

   I gagged on the flavor as I forced myself to swallow it.  I then went
back to working the gag into my mouth using my lips and tongue.  After I
had 3 inches in I was able to bite it with my teeth and lift it off the
ground.

   I angled my head back so I was staring up at the ceiling.  I immediately
felt the liquid start to drain faster into my mouth.  I didn't want to
taste any more of it than I had too so I loosened my teeth and let gravity
slide the dildo portion further into my mouth.

   I knew I was far from having a trained throat, but after having deep
throated both Jay and Bob I assumed I could easily handle this slimmer,
shorter dildo.  It actually did slide all the way in pretty easily. 
However, my throat quickly revolted and try to force it back out.

   I swung my head forward in order to help dislodge it from my throat but
it didn't come out.  It was then that I realize Bob was right behind me and
was holding both ends of the gag's strap.  I swung my mitted hands behind
my head the best I could in order to try to get him to loose his grip on
them.  However, he was already half way through tying the two ends
together.

   I let out a sickening gagging noise as he pulled the half-knot tight and
forced all 7 inches deep into my throat.  I kept swinging but realized he
had already finished the knot and had backed away.  I started rubbing my
mitted fists across the back of my head and at the side of my face in order
to try to snag the strap.

   There was a metal clasp connected to the end of each of my mitts and on
one of the passes I almost got one of them to latch on to the strap.  When
Bob seen that I might actually manage to remove the gag he pulled my hands
down and then behind my back.  He then pulled them together and connected
the clasps.  I knew the purpose of the clasps were to cuff my hands
together like this, but it still surprised me that Bob's weak mind had
figured it out.  I'm sure you are saying, "Anyone with common sense could
figure that out." Well, thanks for making my point.

   Until now, I hadn't been that concerned about the clasps.  They were big
and looked strong but they looked to be just sewn in to the leather.  I had
actually hoped Jay may one day use the clasps while I wasn't drugged up,
thinking they would hold me.  Then, when he was off guard I would just pull
real hard and rip free.

   Well, apparently there was more to the clasps than met the eye.  Not
only where they sewn to the ends of the mitts but apparently part of the
bottom was somehow connected to either a flexible piece of metal or plastic
that ran half way up the "sleeves".  I had noticed the bulge and extra
stitching running up the arm but had assumed it was only decorative.

   Bottom line, I didn't have even a small percent of the strength needed
to break loose of the clasps.  I tumbled onto my side as I tried to rip
free of the clasps.  When that didn't work I swiveled my hands around and
back and forth behind my back hoping I could somehow magically unhook them.

   At this point my lungs were starting to burn from the lack of fresh
oxygen.  I got into such a fright that I started to jerk and roll around on
the cage floor at random.  During this process I also lost control of my
bladder and ended up covering half my body in piss.  The entire time I
could hear Bob laughing in the background.  He was speaking also but I was
too distracted to care.

   I don't know if you have suffocated before, but let me tell you, it's
not that fucking pleasant.  This was even worse because every time I tried
to suck in air I just got a squirt of piss and cum from the gag.

   I was positive I was going to die.  However, as my head started to spin
and the rest of my body gave up and went slack, my lungs managed to take in
a tiny squeak of air through my nose and then around the dildo.  Of course,
once my body started to renew itself I started trying to suck the air in
faster and started the suffocation process all over again.  I went to near
black out about 3 more times before I finally managed to find the right
balance.

   The day had been a horribly painful and exhausting one.  All I wanted to
do was get to sleep.  I knew I could probably sleep with the gag in but not
with it constantly leaking.  If I wanted to get to sleep faster I would
have to suck the liquid out of the gag first.  It was a disgusting thought
but at this point I didn't really care.

   I should have first pressed my face against the floor.  This would have
compressed the large bulb and forced the liquid out the tip.  Instead, I
was an idiot and worked my way into a kneeling position and tilted my head
back and started sucking like a calf on it's mother's tit.  Don't get me
wrong, it worked just fine, however, I had forgotten about Bob.

   "Oh, is my little baby girl thirsty?" Bob said in a mocking voice when
he seen me sucking at my gag.

   Before I even had time to blush I felt Bob's arm around my waist and
pulling me backward.  The distraction caused me to loose control of my
breathing again.  I tried to struggle free but he easily controlled me like
I was some kind of large rag doll.

   "Don't worry sugar, grandpa will feed you," Bob mocked again.

   I came to rest in his lap with my head against his left shoulder.  He
was kind of sitting up but leaning back a bit against the bars behind him.
I'm sure the position was semi comfortable for him but I was also certain
that if he took this posture too often he would probably end up with back
problems at his age...  it would serve the fucker right.

   He was kind of cradling the left side of my body with his arm, which was
snaked around such that his left hand ended up above the left hand side of
my chest where he was flicking and tweaking my left nipple.  His right hand
was pretty free but he had decided to use it to play with my right nipple.

   I made mom suck on my nipples once just to see what it might feel like.
It was okay but nothing special.  I didn't see much point in it when mom
could be sucking my dick instead, so I never experimented any further with
it.  This, however, felt considerably different.

   "Fuck, it's the hormones," I thought to myself.

   My nipples seemed to be hypersensitive.  Every time he would run his
fingers over my nipples or pinch them it was like he was creating some kind
of static electricity.  This electrical charge seemed to buzz around my
nipple, zigzag back and forth through my intestinal track and then somehow
arc across to my dick where it would kind of pulse.

   I looked down my body in horror as I felt my dick start to get hard.  I
felt so confused; how could I be getting aroused?  Not only was this
situation revolting but I was utterly exhausted.  It just wasn't possible.
Yet, right before my eyes I watched my dick get fully stiff and start to
jerk up and down.

   "Maybe you really are a little girl," Bob laughed when he seen my dick
hard.  "Only bitches get that horny when you toy with their nipples.  I
must say though, that has got to be one of the largest clits I've ever seen
on a chick."

   I did my best to ignore his comments and tried to focus on what I was
feeling.  After thinking about it, I realized that the sensation shooting
from my nipples to my dick wasn't really pleasurable.  Well, it was but at
the same time it wasn't.  It wasn't painful though, just not what I
normally would categorize as pleasurable.  It was like it was a whole new
kind of sensation.  While it did serve to make my dick hard, at the same
time it made me kind of, well, antsy.

   The longer grandpa played with my nipples the more antsy I became.  It
was like my dick had filled up and the static electricity was now spilling
over to my legs and even shooting back up my body and into my arms.  I felt
almost like I would explode if he didn't stop soon.

   I started wiggling around in Bob's lap.  I wasn't necessarily trying to
escape; the sensation just wouldn't let me sit still.

   "I know that dance," Bob laughed.  "My little girl wants something in
her pussy."

   I shook my head back and forth several seconds to let him know that he
had misread my body language.  But then I realized he knew damn well I
didn't want to get fucked.  He was just playing head games with me.

   He stopped playing with my nipples for a moment so he could position me
a hair higher and line his dick up with my asshole.  I wasn't looking
forward to what was about to come but at least the sparks had stopped
sprouting from my nipples.

   I actually felt pleased when I noticed my dick starting to deflate as
well.  I knew my hard on had been involuntary but at least now I had
evidence to help convince myself of this.  I went almost completely flaccid
when I felt the head of Bob's dick press hard against my anal ring.  I
tried to let out a scream around the gag when Bob's dick finally popped
inside.  No scream came out, just a loud groan.

   My asshole was still slick inside from his prior deposit there, so Bob
had no problem getting half his dick in me.  However, my asshole was so
sore from the day's activities that this insertion actually felt worse than
when he took my cherry.

   I moaned in despair when Bob's hands returned to my nipples and started
toying with them again.  Sure enough, my dick rose to full attention again.
I also started to feel antsy again.  I held still as long as I could but
finally had to start moving around.

   My knees were bent with the bottoms of my feet flat on the floor of the
cage.  At first I just kept curling my toes and clinching my ass cheeks
over and over.  However, as the sensation built up I started involuntarily
pushing up with my feet and arching my back.  As you can imagine, all of
this brought great pleasure to Bob and great pain to me as I massaged his
dick with my asshole.

   I doubt I was giving him enough stimulation to actually make him cum. 
However, there was no doubt he was getting a kick out of it.  He had his
head turned toward mine and was whispering "sweet nothings" in my ear.  I
thought I was beyond caring but his comments made me blush.

   While all this was going on Bob would occasionally move his right hand
to my face and squeeze the bulb on my dildo gag...  or "baby bottle" which
is what he started referring to it in his comments.  That was about the
only benefit of him playing with my nipples, it meant I knew in advance
whenever he was going to shoot more of the liquid down my throat.  Had he
just kept his hand on the gag all the time then I'm sure I would have been
constantly caught off guard and gotten it down the wrong pipe.

   I thought for sure that Bob would get bored or too anxious and start
fucking me.  He didn't though.  Instead he just kept playing with my
nipples and the "baby bottle".  My body was now so overcharged with the
sensations from my nipples that I could hardly think straight.

   My dick was leaking precum like a sieve and I could feel it pooling on
my stomach and running down my side to Bob's body below.  I'm not sure if
this bother him or if he just wanted to torture me more, but once the "baby
bottle" was empty Bob unscrewed the bulb from it.  He then took the bulb
and squeezed it in his fist and placed the opening against the head of my
dick.

   There was a tiny farting sound from the juncture as Bob loosened his
fist and the bulb sucked at my dick.  The hole was a good 1.5 inches wide
but the threads still hurt like hell as the head of my dick got sucked
inside.  The bulb was still crunched up and sucking my dick but the head
was all that could squeeze inside.  I'm guessing it was just because it was
softer than the rest of my dick.  The suction hurt a little but was nothing
compared to Bob's dick up my ass.  Bob laughed at my added agony and then
went back to playing with my nipples.

   I didn't want my asshole fucked but a part of me wished he would just do
it and get it over with.  All this nipple play was driving me insane.  Bob
was relentless with it too.  It was around the 10 to 15 minute mark that I
swear I felt fingers toying with the bottom of my dick.  When I looked
down, however, no one was there.  I thought for sure I was on the verge of
insanity as the feeling continued.  Every time Bob would rub across my
nipples or pinch them I was not only feeling the pulses through my body but
the invisible fingers as well.

   I had somehow managed to keep from crying up to this point.  However,
the tears started to flow when it dawned on me that I might actually cum.
Cumming right now would be unbearable.  Only girls and faggots could cum
with just a dick up their ass and someone playing with their nipples... 
everyone knows that.

   I actually did feel like a fag as I started to pump my ass up and down
on Bob's dick.  But what the fuck was I supposed to do?  I knew he wasn't
going to be happy until he pumped me full of cum anyway; I might as well
get it over with and hopefully stop this damned nipple torture.

   My brain felt like it was spilling over from the flood of impulses.  My
ass felt like I was trying to shit out a bucket's worth of broken glass.  I
had the constant antsy feeling from Bob's relentless toying with my tits.
On top of all of that, Bob's dick seemed to be punching into something
inside me that was sending tiny bolts to my dick where they were joined
with the sparks coming from my nipples.  If there really is a Hell then my
guess is it couldn't be much worse than this.  It boggled my mind how my
uncles could enjoy this.  I guess it is just some genetic trait fags or
submissives have.

   The entire situation was a catch 22 for me.  If I stopped humping Bob's
dick then it would take him longer to cum and that meant I would cum from
the sparks shooting from my nipples to my dick.  If I kept humping,
however, I got those additional sparks that sped up my impending climax.

   Humping that dick of course was my only real choice.  Bob would fuck my
ass regardless...  I was just deciding when.  Plus, there was still the
small chance he might climax before me.

   "Oh no!" I thought when something dawned on me.

   At first I had been grateful for the removal of the bulb from the gag.
This allowed me to breath a little easier.  However, I suddenly realized
that he would surely replace the bulb and I knew damned well he wouldn't
empty it out first either.

   "Don't cum or he will make you eat it," I kept saying to myself.

   It would be bad enough having to swallow my precum but to drink my own
semen was beyond disgust.  Having to drink Bob and Jay's cum was faggy and
sickening enough.  As I was thinking this Bob finally reached his peak.  He
pinched my nipples hard, almost like he was trying to get some kind of
leverage, and then started pumping up with his hips.

   I have to admit that his strength took me a bit by surprise.  He looked
so out of shape I would have never guessed him capable of such powerful
thrusts from below.  His legs were bent and his feet flat on the floor and
he used them to arch upward into my ass.  He did it so forcefully that the
momentum actually caused my ass cheeks to leave his lap for an instant each
pump.  I would then drop back down and his dick would slide back up me.  It
wasn't until the third or fourth pump that I realized I was taking his
entire dick.  I don't know how he had managed to get in that deep.  I just
prayed nothing had been ripped loose in there.

   I was trying to scream around the gag through all of this.  I felt like
he was going to rip my nipples off with his pinching and pulling.  He also
was pushing up inside my guts so far that I felt sick to my stomach. 
Luckily all of this only lasted about 30 seconds before he froze and shot
his load inside me.

   He gradually released his grip on my nipples as his climax came to a
slow end.  I was pleased not only for this gift but for the fact that I had
managed not to climax into the bulb.  My relief was short lived, however.

   "Is my baby girl thirsty again?" Bob mocked.

   He then reached down to my throbbing dick and ran his fingers lightly up
and down the bottom of it.  I felt my face flush with embarrassment and
shame as my hips involuntarily arched up.  A second later I felt a river of
cum shoot up the stem of my dick and into the bulb.

   Bob then rolled me off his lap and onto my hands and knees.  I knelt
there humping at air as a result of both my climax and having Bob's dick so
suddenly removed.

   "With all that screaming I would have never guessed you liked my dick up
your ass so much," Bob laughed as he watched my climax come to an end.

   I was already running on reserve power so I let my body slide down and
onto my side.  I just laid there and cried as I looked up at Bob's smiling
face.  He made a few more crude remarks and then reached down and pumped my
dick a few times to ensure all the cum got into the bulb.  I was getting
soft fast and so it didn't hurt as much when he finally removed the bulb.

   "Your not done yet," Bob growled when he seen my eyes close.

   Bob gave me a smack across the face and my eyes shot open again.  The
bulb was made of a semi transparent plastic type material and when he sat
it down next to my face I could see I had filled it about half way with my
cum and other fluids.

   "Suck it in," Bob ordered as he placed the tip of his now flaccid cock
at the top of my hallow dick gag.

   It took me a second to realize he wanted me to provide suction so his
dick would get pulled into the hallowed gag.  I guessed he wanted me to
suck the remaining cum out of his dick so I sucked as hard as I could.  His
dick was much larger than the gag so I barely got more than the head to
squeeze inside.  The bottom portion of the gag was made of a very hard
plastic or metal.  I'm guessing this was so the person wearing it couldn't
bite through it.  I'm sure the hard material probably hurt his dick a
little, not that I cared.

   "Keep sucking," Bob said as I felt some liquid come out the tip deep in
my throat.

   For an instant I thought it was the remainder of his cum.  However, it
seemed too thin and was coming out way too fast.  I realized then that he
was pissing.  What a perfect ending to a perfect day, I thought
sarcastically.

   I took in at least a cup before he pinched his dick to temporarily stop
the flow.  He then removed his dick and aimed it at the bulb.  I didn't
actually see him pissing into the bulb but I could hear it filling up.  The
pitch got higher as the bulb filled.  When the sound then stopped and I
knew it was completely full of my cum and his piss.  He still had a little
left in him so he aimed his stream at my face.  My face got drenched by the
time he got the stream focused on the hollowed gag.  The gag only got about
half full before he ran out.  I just sucked it down, what was a little more
piss anyway?

   Bob grabbed a hand full of my hair and savagely pulled me up off the
floor and got me back on my hands and knees.  I knew what he wanted and
angled my head down so he could fasten the bulb back to my gag without
spilling any of the contents.  I wish I had kept my eyes closed but I
hadn't.  Thus, I got a quick glance at the bulb as he raised it toward my
face.  It was overflowing and I could see my sperm swimming in formation
around inside Bob's semi-clear yellow piss.  I was too tired to be sick
though and just closed my eyes tight and tried to erase what I had just
seen.

   Once Bob had it screwed back on tight he gave it a squeeze.  I felt a
quick burst of air hit my throat followed by a stream of piss and cum.  It
only lasted a couple seconds before he let up.  He then put me onto my back
and laid against and slightly across me.  I basically became a mix of a
pillow and heating blanket for him.  I tried turning my head to the side
but couldn't stretch my neck far enough to get the bulb to go lower than
the hole in the tip of the gag.  In this position I would have no choice
but to suck down the contents or wait for gravity to slowly feed it to me.

   As he laid on me Bob started telling me a bedtime story about all the
things he had planned for his little girl.  I tried to ignore him and just
kept my head turned to the side the best I could and stared in front of me.
When I realized Uncle David and Joey were right in front of me staring back
I blushed and closed my eyes.  Despite the constant leaking down my throat,
I somehow fell asleep in seconds.

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   This story was written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone
such activities in real life.  Also, I do not recommend that you try
duplicating anything mentioned in my stories; even if you are doing them
legally.  I try to keep most of the activities semi realistic, however,
many of these things can and probably would cause severe damage.

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