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 Robert's Toy, Troy Robert 6_1

   As the file name indicates, this story is part of the Robert series. 
After almost a year of captivity, Robert tries to come to terms with the
fact that the boy that went into the cage is not the same as the one that
crawled out.  Along his journey of self-discovery he takes on a not so
willing companion.  Before all of this, however, he has a little unfinished
business to take care of.

   While I wrote this story to stand alone, you will probably enjoy it more
if you read the prior stories first.

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   (ped, inc, Mf, Mm, Ff, ws, tort, enem, bd, nc, best, span, toys)

   By The Devil's Advocate

   1.  The months following my escape from captivity could only be
described as a dark chapter in my life.  Among other things, my experience
in the cage caused me to start double guessing myself.

   I knew something was very wrong with me when I found myself asking
whether keeping mom and Uncle Jay as sex slaves was the right thing to do.
For brief moments as I drove back to Colorado with my uncle tied up in the
trunk, I actually thought about letting him go.  I was even thinking about
giving him the location of the farm mom was being kept captive on.

   I didn't of course.  Instead, I just kept reminding myself that unlike
my mom (Karen), and Uncle Jay, I was not a submissive.  Therefore, my time
in the cage just couldn't be compared to them.  Being treated like a sex
slave was what they lived for, just like being a master is what I lived
for.

   I'm not stupid though.  I have no doubt that if you asked them they
would deny they enjoyed the things that were being done to them.  But then,
they would also deny they were even submissives, which clearly would be a
lie.  Who knows, maybe they would even believe what they were saying. 
However, even a blind person could see they were submissives and that they
did enjoy, at least at some level, the things that were being done to them.


   No, mom and Uncle Jay would stay in captivity.  In time they would
learn, just as I have, that it is best for them.  They might even one day
thank me for it.  That day wasn't going to be any time soon though.  Now,
when I looked at my uncle I saw nothing but sadness and anger.

   Well, actually, on my trip back to Colorado I normally saw more
humiliation in his face than anything else.  My car had one of those back
seats that you could pull down and it opened to the trunk.  I hadn't even
noticed this feature until we took that trip back to Colorado.  It sure as
hell came in handy though.

   Every time I would start to get horny I would have my 12-year-old
sister, Linda, pull the seat down and crawl in with Uncle Jay.  Being a
good little slave, it wouldn't take Jay long to get his dick hard for her.
This was especially humiliating for him because Uncle Jay happened to also
be Linda's biological father.

   Linda was now well aware that Uncle Jay was her father and she wasn't
too happy about that fact.  While I had very little trouble getting sis to
cum on the end of my dick, I could tell that a part of her found incest
very sickening.  Of course, that is what made it a very effective tool in
her training.  You can't make any real progress with a slave if they enjoy
everything you make them do.

   She didn't seem to mind getting in the trunk with Uncle Jay though. 
Despite his hardons, Linda knew Jay hated having sex with her.  Her
frequent trips to the trunk became her way of punishing him for his past
sins.  I had to wonder if she realized that what she was doing with her
father was just as bad if not worse than what Jay had done with his sister,
Karen.  She surely must have seen the flaw in her method of revenge.  If
so, she probably justified it much like someone would justify putting a
murderer in the gas chamber.  Just like killing wasn't always a sin based
on circumstance, to her I guess incest wasn't always either.

   Okay, I doubt she really put that much thought into it.  I would tell
her to fuck her dad and she would fuck him.  The fact that he disliked it
so much just made it easier for her to follow the order.

   Linda's trips to the trunk definitely made the boring trip through
Kansas a lot more interesting.  As we passed wheat field after wheat field
I would listen to them going at it.  Looking in the rearview mirror I could
also get quick glances here and there as Linda would work on her father.

   The more Jay cried and blushed, the more Linda seemed to enjoy herself.
I like to pretend that I know everything but I have to admit that sis
sometimes confuses me.  She definitely had acquired the submissive gene
from her mother and father/uncle, but she also appeared to be a dominant
sometimes.  If I didn't know her so well then I would probably think she
was just pretending to be a dominant in order to get out of being treated
like a submissive.  However, I could just tell this was not the case.

   Linda just seemed to take too much pleasure when she played the dominant
role.  For example, when she would be in the trunk with her father I could
hear her whispering nasty things to him.  You could just tell that she was
doing this for her own benefit and not mine.  Many of these things I could
hardly even hear.  She would say them so low that at first I thought she
might actually be plotting against me or something.  But then we would hit
a smoother patch of highway or something and I could hear what she was
actually saying.

   "Do you like having your dick in my pussy?"

   "Am I tight enough for you daddy or did grandpa stretch me out too
much?"

   "Just think of how good my cunt is going to taste after you cum inside
it."

   Sis could really come up with some nasty shit sometimes.  She was also
quickly building up quite a vocabulary.  What really convinced me though
that she was not saying these things for my benefit was when she would say
something that would even make me blush.

   "Do you like fucking me as much as you did my brother?"

   There was no way in the world she would say something like that if she
knew for sure I might hear her from all the way up front.  I'm well aware
that I could probably benefit from a few anger management courses. 
However, Linda was 10 times more aware of that fact and knew that all it
took was a small spark to set my anger on fire.

   She is damn lucky too.  I was still recovering from my time in the cage
and was too embarrassed by these types of comments to let my anger take
hold.  If it were not for that fact she probably would have spent most of
the trip with one of the larger butt plugs up her ass.  It actually would
have been fun to watch her squirm around in the seat as the large plug
stretched her out.

   I wanted to focus more on my uncle so I left Linda alone most of the
trip.  Well, I left her alone "training" wise anyway.  I still stopped at
about every road stop along the way so I could fuck her ass or pussy.  This
was hardly punishment or training for her though; not after her long ordeal
with grandpa.

   These little fuck breaks served two purposes.  One, it gave me some
relief so I could concentrate more on the road.  Second, it gave Uncle Jay
something to snack on.  As we drove down the highway I would sit in the
front seat laughing as I listened to my uncle gagging as he sucked my cum
out of his daughter's ass or cunt.  Part of the laughter was to add to his
humiliation.  Another part, however, was that I actually found it funny
that someone with his vast background as a slave could still be introduced
to something that would make him gag in disgust.

   I mentioned earlier that for a short time I considered letting him go.
However, I think you can now see that while I might have considered that, I
had far from forgiven him for his recent actions.  In fact, for every time
I considered setting him free, I probably had 2 or 3 thoughts of sticking a
plastic bag over his head and letting him suffocate to death.  Lucky for
him, murder just wasn't in my blood.  Besides, deep down I knew that he
would probably suffer a thousand times more if I let him live; especially
considering where I was taking him.

   Jay didn't look too happy when I told him I was taking him to see mom,
his sister.  After almost a year of trying to get me to reveal her location
you would think he would have at least gotten a moment's joy out of the
announcement.  I mean, shit, he was going to be reunited with the woman he
loved and he had a full life of sexual slavery to look forward too.  What
else could a submissive ask for?

   He already knew that his sister was being kept on a farm but he had no
idea by whom.  God, I was dieing to tell him who his new owners were going
to be.  However, I was scared that my escape and his capture were all part
of his plot to get his sister back.  He hires some guys to follow us until
I give away her location and then they rescue him, cage or kill me, and
then rescue mom.  I knew it was just me being overly paranoid.  It was
clearly a leftover side effect of being in captivity for so long.  Still, I
couldn't help but constantly look in the rearview mirror to make sure no
one was following us.

   We were on the highway, so of course every car was actually "following"
us.  I pulled off the highway every chance I could to see if anyone
actually followed us.  I also searched the car 3 times inside and out
looking for tracking devices.  I even pulled off the highway once and drove
to a farmhouse and told Jay his sister was being held there.  I got out of
the car and went up to the house and asked to use their phone.  I figured
that once I went inside his goons in hiding would probably rush the place.
But nothing happened.

   Despite this, I still couldn't shake the paranoia as we continued our
drive to Colorado.  I felt like such a pussy as we drove.  I had Jay tied
up in the trunk, yet I was just as scared of him and what he might have
planned than he seemed to be of me.  This of course didn't stop me from
enjoying Linda's little shows with Uncle Jay.  The trip was only about 500
miles but it took us forever with my constant stops and detours.

   Linda lit up like a Christmas tree when we reached Sandra's house.  She
was out of the car and in Sandra's arms before I even got the car to a full
stop in the driveway.  I could have tried to order her to get back into the
car but I'm not so sure she would have obeyed.  Besides, I was actually
glad to see Linda happy for a change.

   I was also happy to see that Sandra was enjoying the reunion almost as
much as Linda was.  Sandra seemed to be getting more and more cruel.  Or at
least that is what the videos she sent me of her and her sister seemed to
indicate.  It was good to see that she could at least still show
affection...  or at least pretend too.  I still hadn't figured out if the
"love affair" she shared with sis was real or not.  I knew it was very real
for sis but it was very hard to tell if it was real for Sandra.  Was she in
love with sis or was she just doing what she knew I wanted to see?  I guess
it didn't really matter as long as sis thought it was real.

   I was surprised when we got inside the house.  I called up a week prior
and told her to clean the place up but was amazed she had actually managed
it.  For about a year now the chain of command in the house started with
Vee at the bottom, whom was always kept locked in the basement.  Jane,
Sandra's 14-year-old sister, was next in line but often treated just as
poorly.  Above Jane was Sandra who was now 21 years old.  Above all three
of them, however, was Blacky.  Blacky is what I like to call a BMFD (big
mother fucking dog).  While Blacky never got the opportunity of fucking my
mom he did often fuck Jane and Sandra.  He's had his eyes on Vee also but
so far I've only given orders for Vee to service the dog orally.  Vee knows
it's just a matter of time before I let the dog fuck her but I like the
idea of her constantly worrying about when that day might come.

   Anyway, for the past year Blacky has pretty much roamed around the house
chewing up and relieving himself about anywhere he wanted.  I could still
make out the smell of the dog when I entered but it wasn't anywhere near as
bad as I thought it would be.  Sandra had definitely been busy because most
of the furniture looked new and so did the carpet.  It was very impressive.
Though, Sandra did have a ton of money so it probably wasn't as hard to
accomplish as it seemed.

   Blacky of course was nowhere in sight.  He was being kept in the
basement during my visit.  Blacky was a very well trained dog, however,
Jane and Sandra simply weren't allowed to order him around.  Thus, over
time he got relaxed and did pretty much anything he wanted.  This was never
my intent of course.  Sandra just took my basic order to let the dog be
master of the house a little too literally.  Anyway, had he been allowed to
stay upstairs he would have already torn the place to shreds again.

   Originally, I wanted him kept in the back yard.  However, Sandra talked
me into letting him stay in the basement.  It was probably best this way.
With him in the basement, Sandra or Jane could periodically sneak
downstairs to service the beast in order to help keep him quiet.  Knowing a
big mean dog was down there would also help prevent Linda from snooping
around and accidentally finding Vee locked in her cage.  Vee was the one
that originally initiated Linda into lesbianism and I wasn't sure where
Linda's alliance might lie if she knew Vee was being held down there.

   As you can see, being a master isn't as simple as it might seem.  My
life is turning into one big fucking soap opera.  I have to worry about
this person's reactions and that person's reactions; sometimes I wonder who
is really in charge, me or my slaves.

   While all of these were a good reason for keeping Blacky in the
basement, the main reason was that I didn't feel Linda was ready to be
introduced to Blacky or any other dog for that matter.  I've shown Linda
enough videos for her to have a basic understanding of bestiality. 
However, I don't want to introduce her to it in real life too soon.  I also
don't want her to know what Sandra and Jane did with the dog.  Sandra is
her girlfriend after all.

   I planned to spend a month with the Sanders sisters but I quickly
realized it just wasn't as fun being with them when we had to constantly
sneak behind Linda's back.  The first night wasn't too bad though.  I let
sis sleep with Sandra that night.  I of course gave Sandra lots of ground
rules.  I was scared she would treat Linda like she did her own sister. 
Surprisingly, Sandra fell into her role as Linda's lover very well.  There
were hidden camera's in Sandra's room and I watched them from the comfort
of my own bed as the two made out with each other.  Sandra was surprisingly
affectionate and tender with sis.

   I wasn't alone of course.  I had Jane keeping me company.  It's funny
but Jane seemed embarrassed as she watched Sandra and Linda on the TV.  I
think Sandra's tender treatment of Linda just reminded Jane how different
her relationship with Sandra really was.

   To make things worse for her I made Jane describe what her life has been
like since I last seen her in person.

   I'm pretty sure Jane knew that Sandra sent me weekly videos of their
activities, but she was still extremely embarrassed as she was forced to
describe it all to me in person.  She tried to give it all to me in a quick
laundry list but I kept stopping her and asking for additional details. 
While I had seen it all in great detail on the videos, it was a huge turn
on hearing it in her own words.  She blushed especially bad when I asked
for details not available on the tapes.

   For example, when she described the first time she managed to take
Blacky's knot in her cunt I thought she was going to die from embarrassment
as I made her explain how it felt and what she was thinking at the time as
the dog filled her with it's hot cum.

   After about an hour of this I had her climb into my lap and ride my
dick. To add to her humiliation, as she humped up and down I made her
describe the differences between my dick and Blacky's.

   I have to admit that Blacky had done a good job of stretching the little
slut out.  My dick was still a tight fit in her cunt but it was nothing
compared to the last time I had fucked the girl.  She was so tight in the
past that it always felt like the little bitch was trying to pull the skin
off my dick whenever I rammed it in and out of her.

   The down side of course was that Jane now enjoyed the fuck more.  Well,
she didn't actually enjoy it but she certainly was a lot more used to being
violated by large objects.

   The emotions she showed as the night went on confused me at first.  When
she first came into my room she look petrified which only made sense.  What
confused me was that as the night went on she seemed a little put off by
being with me.  It was very subtle but I could clearly tell she seemed a
little disgusted with what I was doing to her.

   For example, when I had her get me ready with her mouth she kept her
lips closed tightly over her tongue as she licked up and down my dick. 
When she did finally get to actually sucking on it I noticed she let a lot
of my precum drool out of her mouth and down her body.

   Despite how scared she was of being punished, she just didn't seem to be
giving 100 percent.  I'd seen her give Blacky better blowjobs dozens of
times on the videos.  It wasn't until she climbed up on my dick and started
riding it like some kind of robot that it finally dawned on me what the
problem was.  She was a dyke.

   Yeah, I know all guys say that about girls that don't like them but in
Jane's case it all made sense.  For most of the past year Jane had been
licking her sister's pussy probably 8 to 12 hours a day.  They slept
together, bathed together; you name it.  Hell, Sandra often even pulled her
sister out of school during lunch hours so Jane could eat her cunt in the
back of the minivan.

   My dick was the only human one the girl had ever experienced and that
was almost a full year ago.  And even then I think I only fucked her maybe
a dozen or so times and most of those times I had her sucking her sister
off at the same time.

   She got tons of dog dick but I guess in her mind that didn't count as
hetro sex.

   As Jane mechanically humped up and down on my dick I couldn't help but
chuckle.  She hadn't been anything like this when I fucked her last. 
Sandra's extensive training had literally turned her sister into a lesbian.
The thought really turned me on.  It turned me on even more knowing the
little slut was revolted by the feel of my dick up her cunt.

   As she rode my dick I could only think of one thing more exciting than
fucking a lesbian.  That was fucking a lesbian and having her get off on
it. So, I had her swivel around on my dick so she was facing away from me
and looking directly at the TV.  The screen still showed Linda and Sandra
who were still going at it down the hall.

   The two had started out kissing and feeling each other up like a couple
of lovers.  However, Sandra was having a hard time keeping their encounter
as "tender" as I had ordered.

   "Crawl down there and suck my pussy," Sandra growled.

   Sandra held onto Linda's head as the girl started to lick her way
downward.  I could tell it was taking all of Sandra's will power to keep
from grabbing a fist full of Linda's hair and just shoving her into her
sloppy cunt.

   "Oh!" Sandra let out when Linda's mouth finally reached its target and
went to work.  "That's nice.  I think someone has been practicing since the
last time we met."

   Linda glanced up with a worried look on her face and shook her head
"no". It was a lie of course and Sandra knew it.  Sandra was well aware of
the 12-year-old trailer trash Linda had trained for me during our stay in
Kansas.

   "Its okay if you have sex with other people," Sandra informed her.  "I
know it is me that you really love and that is all that matters."

   For a moment it looked like Linda was going to ask if Sandra had been
seeing other girls.  At the last moment, however, she decided not too.  I'm
not sure if she was scared of what the answer might be or whether she was
scared it might lead to a discussion of who Linda's secret lover had been.
I'm sure the last thing Linda wanted to do was to have to tell Sandra what
she had done to poor Pupsiie back in Kansas.

   I could feel Jane juicing up as she watched Linda sucking on Sandra's
pussy.  It was amazing how fast Jane changed once her mind focused on the
lesbian act in front of her.  She went from being a robot to an oversexed
teenager in a matter of seconds.  She started sliding her wet cunt up and
down my dick as hard as she could.  When that wasn't hard enough for her,
she lifted herself up off her knees so that she was squatting over me.  She
then started lifting herself up with her legs and then practically letting
herself drop back down on my dick.

   It was amazing to see my dick being buried so fast into someone so
small. Thanks to grandpa's abuse, Linda could now take pretty much all of
my dick.  However, she couldn't take it up her cunt this fast and hard.  It
was tempting to call Linda into the room so she could see how a girl near
her age should properly fuck a dick.  However, I didn't want Linda to know
about Jane and I either.  While I doubt Linda would care, it would just
bring up too many questions I think.  Like, "Why does Sandra allow you to
fuck her sister?"

   It is just a matter of time before Linda figures it all out for herself.
In the mean time, however, the girl seemed to get great pleasure out of
thinking she had a true love.  I didn't want to take that away from her. 
At least not yet anyway.

   There is extremely little I remember from my history classes.  But there
is one quote that I never forgot: "Religion is the opiate of the people."
It is a quote from Karl Marx that I ran across when doing a report.  I
remembered it because it was one of the few things I ever learned in
history class that seemed to make any sense.

   Well, Sandra's love was Linda's opium.  As long as she had that then
Linda would be easy to control.  By the time I decide to take that away,
Linda will be so well trained that it won't matter any more.  Who knows, if
sis takes to her slave training like a proper slut then I might even let
her keep her illusion of romance.

   I had more pressing things to worry about right now though.  Like the
tight fit of Jane's cunt as it slammed up and down on my dick.  She may be
a dyke now but the little slut really knows how to take a dick.  The sound
of her ass cheeks slapping against my groin filled the room.  As the sound
ricochet around the room it mixed with the slurping sounds coming from the
TV.  Sandra must have been juicing up pretty good because Linda sounded
like she was using a straw and trying to get the last of a milk shake from
the bottom of a cup.

   I'm sure the sound would have turned most straight girls off.  Jane was
getting off on it though.  I could tell she was lost in her own fantasy
world as she frantically humped at my dick.

   As Sandra came in Linda's mouth, I could feel Jane cumming on my dick. I
quickly reached up and pulled her back against my chest.  I then turned her
head to face mine and started kissing her.  Kissing isn't something I
normally do with a slave because it is a little too intimate.  However,
that was the whole point in doing it in this case.  It forced Jane out of
her little fantasy and back to reality.

   I almost laughed as I pulled back and seen the look on her face.  Her
body was still convulsing in climax, yet the look on her face was anything
but pleasure.  She looked like she was having trouble deciding to be angry,
repulsed or embarrassed at having just cum on my dick.  Yeah, I had little
doubt now that she was definitely a dyke.

   Jane managed to remove the look from her face almost as fast as it had
come.  However, I think she already knew she had given herself away.  She
blushed almost as red as a tomato when she seen me smiling at her.  I let
go of her head and she quick turned to face front again so she could watch
Linda licking up the last of Sandra's climax.  As I watched Linda obey
Sandra's commands, I thought seriously about leaving Linda here with her. I
could leave her here and come back in 6 months to a year after sis was
almost a full dyke like Jane.  It would be fun as hell to train a dyke
version of Linda.

   It was very tempting.  However, by then Sandra would already have done
most of the training for me.  Being a mistress was now in Sandra's blood.
She couldn't stop being a mistress any more than you or I could stop
breathing.  Hell, I had given her a direct order to have sex with Linda as
an equal and not as mistress/slave.  Yet, they hadn't been in the room for
more than 5 minutes and Sandra had already slipped back into mistress mode
and was ordering Linda around.  Sure, she toned it down a lot but within a
couple weeks she would be treating Linda the same as she did Jane.

   I planned to keep sis with me a very long time.  Therefore, I wanted sis
to always think of me as her master.  I wanted her to think of me in this
way because I actually was her master, not just because her mistress told
her to think of me this way.  The only way to accomplish this was for me to
do her actual training.  That said, it might still be fun to return some
day after she is fully trained and have Sandra take over for maybe a year.
Once Sandra converted her into a dyke I could swoop back in and take over
again.

   Sandra and I could even turn it into a sort of game.  We could keep
swapping ownership of her to see how fast we could convert her back and
forth from dyke to hetro.  I'm not so sure though such a conversion could
really be accomplished.  At least not more than once or twice anyway.  It
would still be an interesting experiment I think.

   The TV grabbed my attention again when I heard a groan from Linda. 
Linda had just finished slurping up all the cunt juice and Sandra got up on
her hands and knees and pulled Linda's face between her ass cheeks. 
Rimming wasn't new for Linda so I don't think her groan was in disgust. 
Now that Sandra had cum, I think Linda just felt it was her turn.  The
groan was probably more in frustration at putting her own climax on hold.
She knew that a rim job would just get Sandra excited again, which meant at
least another 20 to 30 minutes of cunt licking before Sandra would even
consider addressing her needs.

   I guess that was too long to wait though.  As she began to tongue
Sandra's asshole I noticed Linda reach down and finger her own cunt.  I
knew how much Linda hated licking ass, so it was a big turn on seeing her
willingly trying to bring herself off while she did it.  Though, I'm sure
she didn't mind Sandra's soft and smooth ass as much as she did Grandpa's
or mine.

   I could feel Jane juicing up again on my dick as she watched Linda eat
her sister's asshole.  I pulled her back against me and used my leg muscles
to start jack hammering my dick up her.  She struggled to keep sight of the
TV.  However, she already got her nut and it was my turn now, so I grabbed
the remote and switched the TV off.

   Jane didn't dare protest, but the second I turned the TV off I could
tell she was no longer enjoying herself.  She was still plenty wet from
earlier, so her loss of arousal didn't affect my physical pleasure much. 
From an emotional standpoint, however, the fuck got much better for me.  I
was quickly learning that there is nothing more pleasurable than fucking a
lesbian that hates dick.  I hadn't enjoyed a fuck this much since I dicked
Vee.  Vee had kids so I guess she is what you would call a born again dyke.
Before I caged her she seemed to prefer nothing but girls.  It was her
downfall.  Had she liked boys she probably would have tried to train me at
the same time she was trying to train sis.  I doubt she would have
succeeded but she sure as hell would have taken more precautions and
probably not ended up locked in a cage down in the basement.

   Unlike Vee, however, Jane was much younger.  I was basically having my
cake and eating it too.  As I fucked up into her I started kissing and
nibbling at her neck and ear.  It turned me on knowing that this additional
intimacy was probably making her sick.

   Sure enough, a minute later Jane began to weep.  She tried to hide it by
holding back her sobs but I could see the tears running down the sides of
her face.  The sight pushed me over the edge and I shot my load up her
cunt. Realizing that I was filling her with jizz, Jane couldn't hold back
anymore and went into a full sob.  The feel of her cunt convulsing on my
dick each time she sobbed was almost enough to make me cum again.

   I held her back against me like that long after I was done cumming.  My
dick stayed hard but I could feel my cum squeezing it's way out and
dripping to the bed.  When I finally got tired of listening to her cry, I
pulled her off me and sat up.  I laughed when I seen the huge wet spot on
the bed.  Jane was turning into a bit of a squirter which explained why all
the beds had a plastic covering on them.  I'd seen her squirt on the videos
but was still amazed at how much liquid she had released.  Mix in a load of
my cum and it was one heck of a puddle.

   "Clean that up," I said as I got off the bed.

   She crinkled her nose in disgust but didn't hesitate to get to work on
the mess.  While she slurped it up I walked around the room looking for
something to whip her with.  This was Jane's room but it was never used for
anything but to store her clothes and stuff in.  Sandra and Jane played all
their games in Sandra's room, so this one wasn't stocked with belts and
whips.  I thought about using a clothes hanger but I knew that would hurt
too much and Linda would hear her screaming.  She had belts but they were
dinky girly thin designer types.  I finally gave up looking and decided to
just use my bare hand.

   When I turned back toward the bed I seen that Jane did indeed need
further motivation.  As I suspected would happen, Jane had slurped up most
of her juices but had avoided most of my cum.

   "Saving the best for last?" I said with a chuckle.

   "Please..." she whispered as she looked down at the remaining pool of
semen.

   I think she said something else also but I couldn't make it out over the
sound of my hand slapping against her ass.  The slap sounded like a clap of
thunder in the small room.  However, I'm pretty sure it wasn't loud enough
for Linda to hear from down the hall.

   I didn't wait for Jane to make up her mind on whether she was going to
comply or not with the order.  I just grabbed a hand full of her hair and
pushed her face down in the mess.  I used my other hand to rain down blows
on her ass cheeks.

   She had the cum slurped up by the 10th hit but I kept on spanking her
for another 20.  Her ass was a bright red by the time I finished.  I let
her lie on the bed crying for a minute before I had her get up.  The
spanking was extremely light compared to what she was used too, so I'm
pretty sure she was crying more from the humiliation of having to eat my
cum than the spanking itself.

   To make things even worse for her, I made her get down on her knees and
suck my dick clean.  She tried to compose herself and even make it look
like she was enjoying giving me a blowjob.  However, it was too late now. I
already knew her weakness and would now use every opportunity to exploit
it.

   "Tomorrow night I think I will have you rim my asshole out all night
long while I sleep," I said.

   She had just managed to force herself to stop crying.  The damn broke
again when I said this.  It was very tempting to make her do it tonight
even.  However, I knew it would fuck with her mind more if I made her wait
at least a day.  Hell, I bet I will be able to get a fresh set of tears
from her every time I remind her tomorrow about it.

   2.

   The following few days were technically nice and relaxing.  I kept Jane
in tears and pretty busy every night but even this probably seemed like a
vacation for her.  With the exception of one or two trips to the basement
each day to service Blacky, her nightly activities were about the only
degrading things I made her do.

   While it was relaxing, it didn't necessarily mean I enjoyed it.  It felt
a lot like a camping trip.  You go out into the woods where life is simple
and calm, yet you can't wait to get back to the city where the excitement
is.  Or at least that is what camping is like for me.  And that is what it
was like in that house.  There seemed to be a thousand and one things I
wanted to do but couldn't without revealing too much to sis.

   None of this was a surprise of course.  I knew it was going to be like
this.  In fact, I counted on it.  I hoped that this time would help me
recover or at least come to terms with all that had happened to me in the
past year while locked in Jay's cage.

   I'd spent some time attempting this recovery while in Kansas following
my escape from the cage.  However, there were too many distractions there.
There weren't that many secrets to be kept from Linda there.  So, every
time I got horny or something I could just fuck her or go into the basement
and fuck one of my uncles.  About all I managed to accomplish in Kansas was
getting over the fear of going outside.  I know that sounds pathetic, but
you try being kept in a basement for a year as a sex slave and see if you
don't pick up a phobia or two also.

   It is weird but the relaxation seemed to have the opposite effect that I
thought it would.  The more time I had to think things out and relax, the
worse I seemed to get.  I didn't expect a full recovery within just a few
weeks, but thought for sure I would at least feel half the person I used to
be.  However, instead of feeling my old self, I seemed to be changing into
someone different.

   I still wanted to be a master and all of that, but now I seemed to have
certain "sexual cravings" that I know for a fact didn't exist prior to my
capture.  They weren't subtle either.  Some turned into full-blown
fantasies.  It was very confusing and disturbing to see these changes in
myself.

   Some of the cavings even conflicted with each other.  For example,
sometimes I felt the need to be dominated.  This of course was in direct
conflict with my desire to be a master.

   Luckily my desire to be a master was 10 times greater.  However, I
couldn't deny the fact that a part of me still fantasized about going back
to Kansas and jumping back into the cage.

   Desires like these of course were very minor and I guessed that they
would eventually vanish.  However, it frightened me that they existed at
all.  What scared me even more was that it was possible that I might not
recover in the manner I expected.  What if instead of returning to my old
self, my desire to be a master dwindled and the desire to be caged
increased?  I pushed ugly thoughts like these out of my mind as fast as
they came though.

   I got very angry whenever a conflicting thought like this showed it's
ugly face.  It wasn't just your standard anger either.  It was that type of
anger you just have to let out.  Unfortunately for Uncle Jay, it was him
that normally took the brunt of that anger.  It only made sense though
since he was the one that caused all of this to begin with.

   Whenever I would get angry like this I would sneak downstairs and visit
Jay in the basement.  It wasn't that hard to get away from everyone else.
Sandra and Jane would notice but they knew what was going on so that didn't
matter.  Linda, well, she was too distracted with Sandra.  I don't think
Linda let go of Sandra's hand more than 5 minutes the entire trip.  Well,
not unless they were hugging, kissing, or what have you.

   I could hear Uncle Jay start to cry whenever he realized it was me
coming down the stairs.  He had good reason to cry considering some of the
things I often did to him.

   I always started out with some type of punishment.  The first couple
days he tried begging.

   "Please master, I've been good."

   That was normally the first words out of his month when I would grab a
whip, belt, etc.  After the 2nd day, however, I think he realized that I
was punishing him just to punish him.  And that his begging did nothing but
make me hit him harder.

   In a way though, I think I was doing him a favor.  After a week or so of
this type of treatment from me, he would have a lot easier time adapting to
his new home when he got to the farm.  Sure, he would be made to do some
very vile things on the farm but his treatment there would probably seem
like the Ritz compared to what I was doing to him.

   I would whip him until he lost bladder control.  Then I would whip him
some more for peeing all over the place.  Whenever he would pass out I
would toss some water on him or possibly piss in his face to wake him back
up.  Right when I thought he couldn't take any more I would toss the belt
or whip to the side and shove my dick in his mouth or asshole.  He was
always extremely exhausted by the time I decided to fuck him, but he always
did his best to give my dick a good ride.  It's amazing how good of a job a
slave will do when they know they will get more of the whip if they don't.

   After cumming I would just kick him away from me in disgust.  Disgust at
how easily he performed for me and disgust at the fact that I actually got
pleasure from it.  I would quickly leave, vowing never to take pleasure in
him or any man again...  only to find myself returning for more just hours
later.

   If you called me gay just a year ago I would have punched your lights
out.  However, now I wasn't so sure.  Well, I knew I wasn't gay but I
certainly was boarding on bisexual now.  This was a part of me that I
didn't think would ever change back.  And to be honest, I wasn't so sure I
really wanted it to.

   I was still uncomfortable with this new aspect of myself, but at the
same time I felt it was for the best.  Despite thinking of myself as hetro
in the past, I still always got a strong sense of power from humiliating
males.  Now, I could get that sense of power and greater sexual
satisfaction at the same time.  The sexual part wasn't anywhere near as
gratifying as being with a girl, but at least I could get something out of
it now.

   Whenever I would think about such things I would wonder if it really was
my captivity that had changed me.  I've only been sexually active for like
one and a half years so is it possible that my bisexual side would have
emerged eventually anyway?  The concept of actually liking guys still
disgusted me somewhat so I preferred just blaming it on the captivity.

   I'm not sure if anyone else could see these new sexual changes in me. 
However, I know Uncle Jay definitely noticed my increased anger.  My anger
for him existed long before reaching Colorado.  As bad as that anger was,
it quickly increased even more.  I'm sure he noticed that change even the
first night in Sandra's basement.

   Jane and I had just finished our first round upstairs and she was giving
me a massage of sorts in order to get me hard again.  I was lying on my
back with my semi hard dick flat against my stomach.  Jane was squatting
over it sliding her asshole up and down across the bottom of my shaft.  She
was crying again so I think she knew already that I planned to stick my
dick up her asshole once she got it hard enough.

   As she played Slip N' Slide on my dick I was fingering her cunt.  She
could easily take 2 fingers now.  I would slide them deep inside her and
get them drenched with a mixture of my cum and her juices.  I would then
pull them out and bring them to her lips so she could suck them clean.

   As I lay there I couldn't help but think that life couldn't get much
better than this.  However, right when I was about hard enough for her to
sink it into her asshole, I heard fucking Blacky barking downstairs.  Most
of the noise he was making was greatly muffled by the floors and stuff but
it still got on my nerves fast.

   I knew the fucking mutt wasn't going to shut up until one of the girls
went down to take care of him.  Sandra was a bit preoccupied right now with
sis, which meant it was up to Jane to take care of him.

   As pissed as I was about it, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor
dog.  He was used to getting his balls drained several times a day for over
a year now.  I come for a visit and he not only is locked in the basement
but his cunt supply is reduced big time.

   Jane stopped crying and cheered up big time when I told her to follow me
to the basement.  Any other guy probably would have been insulted that a
girl would prefer a dog over him.  Not me, I thought it was fucking
hilarious.  Plus, it only confirmed my prior suspicions about the little
slut.

   I got a very eerie feeling as we descended the basement steps.  Sandra's
basement looked nothing like where I had been kept captive, but they both
had similar smells.  It was that smell of old wet concrete mixed in with
dust and grime.  Sandra's basement was newer and maintained tons better but
you could still make out that faint smell.

   You would think the smell would make me sick or something after all I
had gone through during my captivity.  However, I didn't feel that way at
all.  Instead it filled my stomach with butterflies and made me so hard
that every time my heart beat I could feel the head of my dick pulse.  That
pulse would shoot down the stem of my dick and into my stomach.  After the
jolt would stir the butterflies up, it would somehow make it's way into my
spine where it would then get distributed throughout my body before it
dissipated.

   I knew the feeling very well.  I had started getting the same feeling
around the 6-month mark during my captivity.  I got the feeling whenever I
knew something was about to be done to me.  During my first 6 months I
always experienced fear during these times.  However, at some point that
fear mutated into this intense expectation.  I guess it was just my mind's
way of coping with the reality of my situation.  Even then I knew there was
something wrong with me, but I still embraced the feeling.  Anything to
help mask the fear and disgust was welcomed.

   Jane wasn't even to the bottom of the steps before Blacky was on her.  I
thought he was going to make her loose her balance and fall down the steps.
However, despite his obvious size and weight advantage, Jane had plenty of
experience on how to control the beast.  She wasn't allowed to give him
orders but she had her tricks to get at least some level of control over
him.  She knew Blacky's instinct was to climb up her back and mount her. 
So, when he got behind her she simply turned and faced him.  This caused
him to run down several steps to get behind her again.  But then she turned
yet again.  She looked kind of silly as she turned back and forth like this
but it did the trick and she managed to get to the bottom of the steps.

   Blacky was getting very angry by her evasiveness and even growled at
her. She looked up at me for permission and I simply nodded.  She quickly
got down on her hands and knees and arched her back in order to present
herself for her animal lover.  Blacky was over her back in less than a
second.  He was so accustomed to this type of union that Jane didn't even
have to help him get his dick in her.  He wasn't over her back for more
than 30 seconds before he found his mark and forced his dick up her cunt.

   Jane's eyes got big and she let out a loud groan by the viciousness of
Blacky's thrusts.  However, her face quickly became a glow of pure
satisfaction as her lover and master used her.  His thrusts were so hard
that they pushed Jane slowly forward a couple inches every few seconds.

   "Make your way to the corner," I told her as I pointed to where Uncle
Jay was tied up.

   Blacky's front paws had a death grip around Jane's waist.  As such, Jane
had no way of actually speeding up how fast they traveled.  When it came to
the fuck itself, she had no control at all for that matter.  However, using
her upper body she did have control over what direction they traveled. 
Very slowly she angled toward the corner I had indicated and gradually they
made their way that direction at a snail's pace.

   The couple was about 7 feet away from the corner still when they
suddenly came to a stop.  It was clear to everyone in the room that Blacky
was in the process of knotting with her.  Jane continued to try to inch
forward for about 30 seconds but didn't make any progress.  Jane finally
gave up trying as Blacky's knot got bigger and she was forced to lower her
face and chest to the floor in order to get the angle necessary for her
lower body to make room for the large object.

   I'd seen tapes of Jane taking Blacky's knot before.  However, it was a
completely different experience seeing it in person.  It was a ton more
erotic.  It was even more erotic than when I seen Sandra take Blacky's
knot. Jane was just so much smaller than Sandra that it just didn't seem
possible the little girl could take such a large object.

   Jane began to pant as the knot continued to grow inside her.  I got
closer and put my hand under her and against her stomach and pelvis.  Sure
enough, I could clearly feel that big fucking knot expanding inside her. 
Blacky didn't seem to like my close proximity to his bitch so I quickly
backed away and contented myself with just watching.

   Jane had a sheen of sweat on her body.  I'd seen this in the tapes
before but had never thought much about it.  I had always assumed that it
was just from the heat of the room combined with her panting and the heat
from Blacky's body.

   Being here in person, however, I realized that there was more to it than
that.  The basement wasn't cold but it certainly wasn't that hot either. 
Her panting and Blacky's fur definitely were contributing to her body heat
but it just didn't seem enough to cause such a sweat.

   As I sat there wondering about it I remembered something Jane had told
me upstairs just an hour earlier when I made her explain how it felt to
take Blacky's knot.  She had mentioned that he came a lot and that the cum
was very hot.  Blacky was basically heating her body up from the inside
with his flood of hot cum.

   I could only guess that Jane sweated a lot more than Sandra because the
amount of hot cum was much greater in proportion to the little girl than to
her older sister.  The thought of Blacky's cum overheating the girl turned
me on even further.

   Jane got a very euphoric look on her face as she accepted Blacky's cum.
It was hard to tell if this came from the never-ending orgasm she seemed to
be having or if it was just the heat baking her brain cells.  Whatever it
was, it made her glow almost like an angel.  While I wouldn't want Blacky's
knot up inside me, I couldn't help but envy the bliss she clearly was
experiencing.

   I watched her for another minute before I started to get bored.  Don't
get me wrong, seeing such a small girl take on a dog like Blacky is pretty
wild.  But I'd seen it dozens of times on tape already.  I knew that once
he had his knot in her like this then not much else was going to happen for
a while.  Sure, he would keep hosing her insides with his cum and she would
keep on climaxing, but from a bystanders perspective there just isn't a lot
of action going on.  At least not until Blacky finished and started to try
to remove his knot.  But that would be several minutes yet.

   So, I turned my attention to Uncle Jay.  Jay was kneeling in the corner
staring at Jane and Blacky.  It was hard to read the expression on his
face. I couldn't tell if he was frightened for Jane or if he was just
scared I was going to let Blacky have his turn with him also.  I guess it
is possible that he was just having flashbacks of when he and most of the
rest of his family had been forced to satisfy similar dogs.

   I chuckled when I seen the pool of cum on the floor between his legs. 
At first I thought he had cum while watching Jane take Blacky's knot. 
However, when I got a closer look I noticed his entire groin was pretty
wet. It was pretty obvious that the little faggot had climaxed while being
licked by Blacky.  Jay noticed me staring and quickly blushed and looked
away.

   My guess is that Blacky had gotten horny and was trying to "entice" Jay
into giving up his asshole.  Jay had his hands and feet tied up but he
probably could have gotten into position for Blacky if he tried hard
enough. Lucky for Jay, he also had a chain leading from the cuffs on his
hands to the wall.  His hands were cuffed in front of him so this gave him
enough leverage to keep Blacky from just knocking him over and taking what
he wanted.

   "Clean that mess up," I growled at him.

   He hesitated for just a moment before he shuffled back so he could bend
over and slurp it from the floor.  I could hear him gagging as he forced
himself to swallow the mixture of cum and dog spit.

   After he finished he leaned back up and licked his lips clean.  He'd
barely finished when I grabbed a hand full of his hair and shoved my dick
into his mouth.  He knew what I wanted and didn't wait for me to have to
provide additional "encouragement".

   Jay was a very accomplished cocksucker but he still gagged here and
there as he fucked his throat with my dick.  I'm sure he could taste traces
of pussy on my dick.  He must have guessed that I had just cum earlier and
that he was going to have to work hard to get me to cum again.

   As he forced my dick in and out of his throat, I felt him reach up with
his hands and start to toy with my balls.  I'd fucked his throat many times
since my escape and he knew exactly what I liked.  His fingers gently
massaged my balls for over a minute.  His fingers then delicately massaged
their way down the back of my ball sack and across my taint.  When he
reached my asshole he gingerly began to toy with it.  He would rub around
the edges of it and occasionally push the tip of one of his fingers inside
slightly.

   A year ago this maneuver would have been a turn off and even angered me.
As I've already pointed out several times, however, a lot has changed since
then and it wasn't long and he was guzzling a load of my cum.

   I pushed him away in disgust almost before my climax had even finished.
I then turned and walked across the room to a cabinet where I knew all the
toys were kept.  As I walked past Jane I notice Blacky had turned so he was
no longer on her back but facing away from her.

   I grabbed a couple gags and a leather belt from the cabinet and then
walked back toward Jay.  When I reached Jane I stopped long enough to give
her one of the gags.  She didn't need to be told what to do with it.  She
knew that it wouldn't be long before Blacky started trying to pull his knot
out of her.  When that happened she would wake half the neighborhood if she
wasn't gagged.  Despite how many times Blacky had knotted with her, it
still always hurt like hell when he would start trying to pull that huge
ball out of her cunt.  She always blushed at the thought that despite all
that pain Blacky's struggles always seemed to make her cum yet again.

   Jane had barely gotten the gag fastened in place when she started
groaning and trying to yell through it.  Not much noise made it through the
large gag though.

   Uncle Jay had a very scared look on his face when he seen the gag and
the belt.  He did his standard begging, but the gag quickly shut him up.  I
then forced his face to the floor so his ass was raised up high.  I then
started raining the belt down on his ass and back as hard as I could.  It
was clear from the start that this punishment was going to be one of the
worst I had ever given him so he tried to get up to escape the belt.

   His hands and feet were bound and he was chained to a wall.  Clearly, he
had nowhere he could go.  It was just a natural instinct is all.  My anger
was still boiling over and I didn't want him delaying the punishment any by
his feeble attempts at escape, so I used my left foot to stand on the back
of his head and neck to keep him from moving around too much.

   I didn't stop whipping him with the belt until he passed out.  By then
his back and ass were a very bright red and I think I had almost whipped
away his first layer of skin.  The whipping had been so fierce that it took
me over two minutes to catch my breath.

   When I finally did get my breath back I looked up to see Jane staring
back my direction in shock.  She must have been scared shitless because
when she seen me stare at her she let out a very high pitched scream from
behind the gag as she involuntarily tensed up and forced Blacky's knot out
of her cunt.  The scream was quickly followed by a loud splash as Blacky's
knot unplugged Jane's cunt and a river of his cum came running out. 
Despite the pain and fear, I could see a climax rush through her body.

   Jane seen me staring at the big mess of cum behind her and she quickly
pulled herself up on all fours again and turned around.  After she removed
her gag, she sucked Blacky's dick clean and then began slurping the dog cum
from the floor.  Sandra seldom made Jane do this.  Or at least I hardly
ever seen her do it in the videos that were sent to me.  I did know though
that Jane hated it and often even got nauseous from it.  However, I don't
think she minded it so much tonight; not after seeing the whipping Jay had
just gotten.

   After she finished I told her to go on up stairs.  She got up quickly,
gave Blacky the ritual kiss on his forehead and then hustled up the stairs.
I almost laughed when I heard the floorboards creak as Jane rapidly made
her way to the bathroom upstairs so she could throw up the vile mixture she
had just drank.

   I then turned back to Jay.  He came too while I was removing his gag.  I
could tell he was in a lot of pain but he didn't dare protest.  After I
returned the gags and belt to the cabinet I returned with a tube of cream.
I tossed it down to him so he could later spread it on his abused skin.  I
then leaned down near his face so I could look him in the eye while I
spoke.

   "There is a fucking reason your hands are tied in front of you and not
behind you," I growled.  "There is also a reason you are not gagged or
plugged.  If you can't bring Blacky off with your hands than you use your
mouth.  If you can't get him off with your mouth then you use your asshole.
I really don't care how you do it.  However, if I hear him barking down
here again in the middle of the night then that whipping you just got is
going to seem like child's play."

   I then stood up, turned and left.

   3.

   That is pretty much how the rest of my time at Sandra's house went for
the following few weeks.  There were variations here and there of course,
but overall it was pretty routine.  Like I said earlier, this was the whole
point of me going there.  All the secrets and shit I was forced to maintain
while there forced me to slow down a little.

   That said, I did get in a little training with Linda here and there.  It
was nothing major though.  It wasn't often that I got her alone, but when I
did I would make her do something a little naughty just for fun.

   For example, one day I snuck in the bathroom with her and had her jack
me off into her mouth.  This of course was no big deal to her by now. 
However, as she was guzzling down my cum I used my fingers to pinched off
the tail end of my climax.  Once she had managed to swallow what I had
already given her, I stuck my dick back into her mouth and deposited the
rest of it.  It was still enough to fill her small mouth.  I warned her not
to swallow it though.  I then make her hold it in her mouth while we went
out to join the others in the living room.

   It was funny watching her have to interact with Sandra and Jane while
maintaining a mouth full of cum.  I'm pretty sure Sandra caught on right
away but she played along.  While it was very humiliating for Linda, I
still got bored with the game after an hour and a half.  I had her show me
the cum one last time and then gave her permission to swallow it.  I didn't
let her rinse her mouth though and told her she had to tongue kiss Sandra
within the next 20 minutes.  It was fun during the next 20 minutes as she
did her best to wash her mouth out with her own spit.  I'm sure her mouth
still tasted like a used condom when it came time to give the kiss, but
Sandra did a good job of pretending not to notice.

   Another time I shot my load up Linda's asshole while everyone else was
busy taking showers and getting ready for bed.  I then ordered Linda to
keep the cum up her ass the entire night.  I cum a lot but Linda has had
enemas much larger.  Still, I could tell she was already having trouble
keeping it in.  The way she walked made it clear she was cramping up a
little also.  For the first time since she got to Sandra's house, I think
she was actually dreading having sex with her.

   Linda blushed almost the entire night as she made love to Sandra.  I
don't know if she was embarrassed by making love to Sandra while having the
ass full of cum, or if she was just humiliated by the thoughts of what
would happen if she lost control of her bowels.  She probably wouldn't have
been able to face Sandra again for the rest of her life if she had shit my
load of cum all over the bed sheets.  Needless to say, it was a very long
night for Linda.  I think it was over 4 hours before her body absorbed
enough of the cum to allow her to nod off.

   As for Jay, well, his time in the basement was even more boring than
mine.  Sure, I would come down once or twice a day to whip and fuck him,
but that left many hours where he had nothing to do but just lie around. 
Well, he also had Blacky to keep him company I guess.  Jay never did suck
Blacky off or let the beast fuck him.  Blacky of course tried a few times
but Jay was strong enough that he could keep Blacky under control long
enough to jack him off.

   I was actually pleased to see how much Jay struggled to keep Blacky away
from his asshole and mouth.  Jay had lots of experience with dogs but that
had been many years ago.  I was afraid that those past experiences might
have allowed him to easily adjust to being with Blacky...  maybe even enjoy
it.  I was pleased to see that this was definitely not the case.  It made
my dick hard thinking of how much the prick was going to hate the coming
years on the farm.

   It was extremely tempting to force the dog on Jay completely.  The
thought of breaking him into bestiality again would have really made my
month.  However, my goal for this month was relaxation so I decided not
too. Besides, it would have been unfair to Jay's new masters, Diane and
Tom. The two of them had no clue I was coming.  While I suspected they
wouldn't mind taking Jay in as a slave, there was always the chance they
might refuse or make certain demands.

   I already knew they would demand that I allow a horse to fuck mom.  They
asked for that every 2 fucking seconds.  I hadn't decided for sure on that
subject, but I felt I had a pretty good hand.  Not only where Jay and mom
brother and sister, but I knew Tom and Diane would love punishing and
humiliating Jay just as much as they did mom.  The four of them had a
history that went way back.  Anyway, if they found out that I had already
recently reintroduced Jay to dog dick then it might sour the deal a tiny
bit.

   Still, I didn't want them to have all of the fun.  So, I did step up his
interaction with Blacky just a hair.  The second day when I came down I
noticed the huge pool of dog cum near Jay.  Blacky had been pretty quiet
all day so I figured Jay had been busy keeping the dog satisfied.

   I probably should have just left it at that.  But the pool of cum did
give me a good reason to whip him again.  Long story short, I never seen
any dog cum on the floor after that day.  After that whipping, each time he
would jack the dog off he would quickly slurp the mess off the floor.  I
was surprised that he didn't just suck it straight from the dog's dick. 
But I guess that would mean having to touch his lips to Blacky's dick,
which repulsed Jay too much.  God, was he going to hate his time on the
farm.

   I'm not sure, but I believe he thought he was actually already on the
farm.  We were in the middle of the city but I guess he had no way of
knowing that.  This never dawned on me until the third or fourth day when I
noticed him staring at Vee's cage.  Vee's cage was in the center of the
room.  I didn't want Jay to know that I had Vee caged, so I made sure her
cage was covered at all times with a cloth tarp.  She was tied up good and
gagged most of the time, but he certainly could still tell from the
breathing and stuff that there was someone in the cage.

   It wasn't until I seen him staring at the cage that I realized that he
thought the person in the cage might be his sister.  It took all of my will
power to keep from just telling him who was in that fucking cage.  I know
it would have freaked him out big time to know that I had managed to cage
the monster that had so easily controlled him and his sister so many years
ago.  However, I knew he would get too much pleasure out of this knowledge
so I kept it a secret.

   I didn't even tell him he wasn't on the farm yet until it came time to
toss him in the truck again.  I'd hoped to get some kind of shocked look on
his face when I told him, but he just stared back at me kind of
indifferently.  I guess he had just given up hope of escape.  I think if he
really knew what was in store for him he would have shown considerably more
emotion.

   Taking Uncle Jay to the farm was by far the riskiest thing I had done up
to that point.  I was scared shitless then entire drive.  Not only was
there the standard risk of being pulled over by a cop, but an even greater
risk that Tom and Diane might try something underhanded.

   As I drove along I had a very frightening realization that I was
actually scared more about being pulled over by the cops than I was of Tom
and Diane.  I think it was this that really made me realize how much I had
actually changed as a result of my time in the cage.  It disturbed me so
much that I actually pulled over and threw up in a ditch.

   I just couldn't believe that I was scared more of being placed in jail
than I was of becoming Tom and Diane's farm slave.  They would make me suck
the animals off and who knows what else.  Just the thought of it made me
sick to my stomach.  Yet, deep down there was a part of me that seemed to
almost welcome such a thing.  Not the animals of course, but the idea of
being caged again.  This knowledge scared me so much that I almost turned
around and went back to Sandra's place.  However, I knew this had to be
done so I forced myself onward.

   Had I really been thinking straight I probably would have brought Sandra
along.  I could have kept her blindfolded the entire trip, then once we
were on the dirt road leading to the farm I could have removed the
blindfold, gotten out of the car and let her take Uncle Jay the remaining
mile or so.  She could have then dropped him off, gave them a letter or
something with instructions, and then drove back to pick me up.  There was
the chance Sandra might figure out where the farm was but that risk was a
ton more acceptable than me getting enslaved by Tom and Diane.

   It's not like I didn't take precautions though.  Right when I was on the
last leg of the trip I stopped at a post office and mailed a small box back
to Sandra's house.  It contained a note with the farm address and
instructions on how to rescue me.  I could have easily sent it with an
envelope but a box helped ensure it didn't get accidentally opened prior to
its arrival.

   I sent it via certified mail, so there was little risk of it getting
delivered to the wrong address.  The main risk was that the box might
arrive before I got back.  If it did, Sandra had instructions to wait until
I had been gone for 48 hours before opening it.  The box and the way I
packaged it was such that I would know if she had disobeyed me.

   It's not that I didn't trust her.  Well, I guess I didn't trust her 100
percent but I obviously trusted her enough to put my life in her hands like
this.  Though, I guess there wasn't anyone else I could have sent it too.
My main concern with her actually knowing the address was that if she ever
got busted by the cops she might be forced or coerced into giving the
location of the ranch.  I still doubted she would ever give that
information up, but why take that risk?

   This was the first time that I actually visited the farm.  I'd driven
near it once just to verify that the address they gave was real, but never
really got that close of a look at it.  The place was in the middle of
nowhere.  You drove several miles down one gravel road, then a couple miles
down yet another.  The place was so isolated that even their gravel
driveway was at least a mile long.  This meant that even their mailman
probably never came within a mile of their house.

   As I drove down that driveway I was surprised to see that their farm
appeared to be fully functional.  They of course called it a horse ranch
but I knew a farm when I seen one.  Okay, maybe I didn't but in my opinion
if you have cows, pigs and chickens then it's a fucking farm.  Anyway, I
was a bit surprised to see that they appeared to be taking this whole
farming thing seriously.

   The fences were in good shape and the land looked like it was either
well grazed or that someone was at least cutting the grass and stuff from
time to time.  They even had a tractor and various other farm equipment. 
None of it looked state of the art, but still I was a bit impressed.

   I'm not sure exactly what I expected.  I guess I figured the farm was
more of a cover than anything else.  I assumed they just tossed some food
in the pens for the animals and then played with my mom all day long.  They
weren't independently wealthy so I guess it only made sense they took the
horse breeding and stuff seriously.

   The house and outlet structures looked just like every other farm I had
passed during my journey.  The house was white and two stories tall.  It
looked to be a 3 or 4 bedroom structure.  There was a large tank of some
type about 150 feet away.  I'm guessing it contained natural gas for the
furnace, stove or what have you.  I did notice telephone, electrical and
even what appeared to be cable tv lines running to the house from the
telephone poles nearby.  So, at least they weren't living in the stone
ages.

   There were 2 large and one small wooden structure about 20 to 30 yards
behind the house.  One was obviously a barn but the other two I had no
clue. The placement of fences, trees and bushes provided excellent privacy.
You would have to be practically at the house before you could see anything
other than the front lawn area and the tops of the buildings.

   I seen Diane came out of the house before I even got half way down the
driveway.  My guess was that Tom was hiding just inside or possibly on the
2nd floor of the house.  It wouldn't surprise me if he had a rifle or
something pointed at me already.  At least I hoped they took their security
this seriously.  I would be greatly disappointed if this wasn't the case
and Tom was just in bed sleeping or something.

   Diane was all smiles and even waved at me as I came down the driveway.
When I got closer, however, she must have realized who it was because her
smile quickly disappeared.  I seen her turn her head back toward the house
and yell something.  I'm sure whatever it was she said, it probably put Tom
on red alert.

   Showing up like this unannounced was definitely out of the ordinary. 
Hell, even if I had let them know ahead of time they probably still would
have been on red alert.  For all they know I got caught by the police or
something and was turning them in to lighten my sentence.  I could have 50
cops just blocks away, waiting for them to let their guard down.

   When I got near the house I slowed to a stop with one of the trees
between my window and any clear sight from the house.  I then motioned
Diane over to the car.  I wanted to explain things to her before I got out
and let Tom get me in his scopes.

   She looked very worried as she approached.  I couldn't tell if it was
just the fear of cops or if she was afraid I might be there to take mom
away from them.  When she finally got near I laid it all out for her.  She
calmed down considerably once I finished and popped the trunk so she could
see my guest inside.  She signaled to Tom in the house and then told me to
drive on around to the barn so we could unload Uncle Jay.

   Tom came out to join us but it looked like he had a handgun tucked under
his shirt.  I pretended not to notice.  The three of us sat and chatted in
the barn for over an hour after we got Jay unloaded.  It was pretty
embarrassing but I told them the whole story of how Jay had caged me.  I
didn't see much point in lying to them.  They would eventually get the
truth out of Uncle Jay anyway.  That said, I didn't give them all the
details.  I just told them he had drugged me and spent most of the
following 8 months or so trying to get me to tell him Karen's location.

   They were very thankful for me keeping their location secret.  After
they had a few days to think about it I knew it would dawn on them that I
only kept their secret in order to protect my own life.  But still, I'm
sure they would feel a lot more secure about me keeping Karen's location
secret.

   As I suspected, they had mixed feelings about taking in Uncle Jay.  They
were extremely delighted about getting their hands on him.  However, two
slaves meant twice the concerns about one of them escaping or something. 
They knew they didn't have any real say in the decision, but in the end I
think they welcomed the idea anyway.

   "Do you want to stay the night," Diane offered when we left the barn and
seen it was getting dark fast.

   The smart thing for me to do would have been to get in my car and leave.
But the thought of playing with mom a little was too appealing.  Plus, I
really wanted to see Diane and Tom introduce Jay to the farm.  So, I gladly
accepted their invitation.

   We left Jay chained up in the barn.  I hadn't seen mom yet though and
was about to ask when Diane read my mind.

   "She's already asleep," Diane said.  "She gets up very early and has
lots of chores around the place.  She's always pretty exhausted by this
time of day so we let her go to bed early each night.  We can wake her
though if you want."

   I so much wanted to have mom in bed with me that night, but decided it
was best not to interrupt the routine Tom and Diane had worked out for her.
Instead we went into the main house and sat around the dining table and
chatted.  It was wild how they treated me like just any other adult.  Tom
didn't even hesitate to offer me a beer.

   I knew very little about them and they knew even less about me, so it
didn't take long for us to run out of chit chat and get down to business.
Tom grabbed some paper and a pen and the three of us started talking about
Jay's training schedule.

   I was pretty impressed by how they thought everything out in such great
detail.  I hate to admit it but they were considerably more organized than
I was.  I learned a lot from them that night in this regard.  I could tell
right away that there was a lot more I could learn from the couple, but one
night was all I dare risk.  Given too much time they might decide to do
something stupid.

   We talked at the table till about 9 p.m.  While I was used to staying up
till midnight, they clearly were not.  They were winding down fast so we
finally broke the conversation and settled in for the night.  I was
starting to trust the couple, but I still made sure I lodged a chair under
my door that night.  I'm not sure how much good it would do though.  If
they decided they wanted to cage me then it wouldn't be hard for them to
accomplish the task come morning.  For some odd reason, that knowledge
turned me on a little.  It was something about being so vulnerable.

   4.

   Morning came way too fast.  I woke to the sound of Tom and Diane walking
around downstairs.  There was also a very welcoming smell of bacon and eggs
cooking.  And I will be damned if they didn't have a rooster crowing
outside even.

   "It's about time you got out of bed," Tom laughed when he seen me enter
the kitchen.

   "God, what time is it?" I said as I looked around for a wall clock.

   "It's 6:30," Tom replied as he began to eat his breakfast.  "We've been
up for almost 2 hours now."

   I stopped in my tracks when I heard what time it was.  For a moment I
almost turned and went back upstairs.  Lately I hadn't been getting out of
bed for another 4 to 5 hours.  The only thing that kept me from going back
to bed was my dick.  It had been almost 24 hours since my dick got serviced
and it was starving for some attention.  If this wasn't enough, I also had
a mix of horny thoughts and dreams running through my mind all night long
about abusing Uncle Jay and mom on the farm.

   And of course there were the thoughts that often popped into my head
about Tom and Diane possibly overpowering me and forcing me to perform on
the farm as one of their slaves.  As much as these thoughts angered and
disgusted me, I couldn't help but admit that they also aroused me at some
subconscious level.  Did I want this to happen to me?  Of course not.  But
there was that thrill deep down that it might happen.  That thrill was just
too irresistible.  Don't ask me to explain it any further than that.  The
conflicting thoughts never made sense to me so there is no way I can really
fully explain them to others.

   As we ate breakfast I realized that I had yet to warn them not to try
any funny business.  I never told them that I had people waiting for my
return.  I never told them that a shit storm of biblical proportions would
rain down on them if they killed me or tried to enslave me.

   I guess I didn't really need to tell them all of this.  They were smart
enough to know I would take precautions.  Yet, I still should have told
them by now.  But even now I held back that information.  I tried to
convince myself I was just testing them.  But deep down I knew I was
getting off on the rush of them possibly trying something.

   I'm sure I'm sounding a little bit like a nut case right about now. 
That's not true though.  I knew very well the odds of them trying anything
was probably only like 1 percent at best.  Not only did they probably
realize that I had an escape plan, but they definitely knew I had videos of
them stored somewhere.  Even if I didn't have an escape plan, the longer I
was gone the greater the odds of someone running across those videos and
other information I have on them.  But that 1 percent was enough to keep my
body flooded with adrenaline.

   "Let's go see how Karen is doing with her chores," Diane said as she
reached out her hand.

   I was surprised to see Tom stay back to take care of the dishes.  I'd
seen Diane cooking, so I guess they shared most of the menial chores around
the place.

   The couple obviously had an unusual sex life.  However, it still felt
weird holding Diane's hand in front of her husband.  At first I thought she
was just helping me out of my chair.  But when I went to let go she held on
tight and guided me out the back door and toward the barn.  As we neared
the barn I glanced back to make sure Tom wasn't chasing us with a gun or
something.

   Yeah, I was just being silly I guess.  Shit, they took turns having sex
with my mom.  What are the odds that one of them would suddenly get jealous
just because the other was holding my hand?

   There was a large fenced in area along one side of the barn.  In that
fenced in area were three large horses.  I noticed Diane glance that
direction and then look down at her watch.

   "I think someone needs a little motivation this morning," Diane
whispered to herself.

   It wasn't until we entered the barn that I realized what was going on.
There were four additional horses standing in the barn.  Each had a rope
that lead from around their neck to a nearby post.  Kneeling next to that
post was my mom in chains.  She was under one of the horses and was sucking
on the end of his dick while she jacked him off.  We entered just in time
to see the large animal cum in her mouth.

   Even at first glance you could tell my mom was now a pro at sucking
horse dick.  Horses ejaculate a ton of semen.  It's not like a gallon or
anything crazy like that.  But it is still significantly more than a human
can produce and they spew it out very fast.  When mom first started sucking
the horses off the videos I seen of her showed that she could barely take a
mouth full before she would loose control and the horse dick would spray
all over her face and body.

   That wasn't the case now though.  She could now take almost their full
load down her throat.  She guzzled it a lot like someone chugging a beer.
She just opened her throat and let the fluid shoot straight down and into
her stomach.  A few teaspoons leaked out and ran down her chin, but it was
still very impressive.

   After the horse was finished, mom stood up and removed the rope from the
horse's neck and gave it a small slap on the rump to get it to trot out the
barn door to join the other 3 horses outside.  She then grabbed the rope of
the next horse and guided it into position.

   Before the next horse got into position, I noticed Uncle Jay tied up a
few feet away from Karen.  Right before the horse blocked him from our view
again, I seen a very horrified look on his face as he watched his sister
perform her chores.

   I could only imagine what was going on in Uncle Jay's head right now. 
It was probably bad enough to see his sister have to perform these duties.
However, he surely knew by now that it wouldn't be long before he would be
helping her with the chores.

   Diane must have noticed my dick get hard because I suddenly felt her
hand grab the bulge in my pants.  My first instinct was to pull away.  I
might be young, but I was old enough to know you don't mess with another
man's wife.  Sure, they have a bizarre sex life, but it just didn't feel
right doing something with Diane without Tom being there or at least giving
a verbal okay.

   It was then, however, that I realized that Tom and Diane actually did
have something up their sleeve.  They were trying to collect blackmail
material on me.  I couldn't believe I had overlooked this.  They bring me
into the barn where there are obviously camera's everywhere.  Bam, they now
have proof that I was aware Diane and Tom had my mom.  Now, they get me to
have sex with Diane while I watch mom suck off the horses.  Bam, they then
have proof that I was clearly in on the abduction and not just some
innocent victim that happened to escape or something.

   At first, I thought I was just paranoid like normal.  However, I had
seen enough of Tom and Diane's movies to know exactly where all the cameras
were located.  Sure enough, one was missing.  My guess is that this missing
camera was hidden between some bails of hay or something and positioned so
it could get a clear view of where we were currently standing.

   It was too late to just leave the barn.  So, instead I decided to play
along.  I put my hand behind Diane's neck and applied a little pressure to
give her the hint I wanted her to blow me.  Deviant sex life or not, I
could tell Diane was not a big fan of giving head.  She had this hesitance
about her.  She willingly got down on her knees of course since that was
what I wanted and she knew they needed the video footage.  However, I could
easily see through the fake smile on her face as she did it.

   Diane accidentally let out a groan when she pulled my pants down and my
huge dick popped out.  I almost laughed as she forced herself to bring her
mouth forward and try to tackle my dick.  I doubt a girl that likes to suck
dick would enjoy taking mine on.  So I know that Diane really hated this. I
didn't give a shit though.  It is what she got for trying to pull one over
on me.

   Diane did an okay job on my dick I guess.  She was choking and drooling
all over the place but that is to be expected from someone not very
experienced at sucking dick.  I didn't really care how good of a job she
did though.  I just wanted to find where the hidden camera was.  With her
distracted I was able to freely glance around the barn.

   I knew the camera would have to get both mom and I in the picture at the
same time.  This narrowed my search down significantly.  I looked in the
general area where the camera must be hidden and sure enough I seen a small
glint of light reflecting off the lens.

   I let Diane suck on my dick for another 10 minutes but I never got
anywhere near cumming.  I just wanted the extra time to think out why they
might want this blackmail material.  I really didn't see how it would get
them much.  I mean, if I ever turned them in or if they got caught by some
other means, all the cops would have to do is ask my mom and uncle and they
would confirm what Tom and Diane might say about me.  I don't know, maybe
they wanted the footage just in case they could think of a use for it down
the road.

   I thought about just ignoring it and letting them have their precious
footage.  But then I realized it was best not too.  I could tell from the
night before that they were masters at planning shit out.  If they had this
footage they would find a use for it.

   So, after about 15 minutes total, I motioned for Diane to get up off her
knees.  It was very tempting to let her go another 5 minutes or so and cum
down her throat, but I needed to hold back in order to try to get her to
leave me alone in the barn.  Sure enough, when I suggested she leave me
alone with my mom for 15 minutes so I could finish myself off, Diane gladly
complied.

   "I'll go see what is holding Tom up," Diane said with a flushed look on
her face.

   Once she was out the door and half way up the path I rushed to the
hidden camera, turned it off and then removed the tape.  I looked around
for additional hidden cameras but didn't find any.  I then went to where my
mom was and made sure all the other cameras had not been turned on.  None
of them had been.

   I still had at least 10 minutes so I figured I might as well make the
most of it.  Mom had just brought the sixth horse off and was about to get
the seventh and last one when I stopped her.  She had a surprised look on
her face when she looked at my face to see what I wanted.  I guess she had
not bothered to even look toward the door when we had entered.  Still, with
Uncle Jay's sudden appearance she surely knew something was going on.  I
guess after a year of sucking farm animals off your mind goes a little
numb.

   This would explain why they allowed her alone temporarily with the
horses like this.  If her mind was sharp she could have easily escaped. 
She had rope and plenty of "horsepower".  Granted, odds were that she
probably wouldn't have made it far.  But still, any person with their wits
about them would have realized it was worth the risk.

   This was the first good view of mom I had gotten since entering the barn
and I was shocked at how good she looked.  As much as Tom and Diane hated
her, I had assumed they treated her like shit 24/7.  However, she looked to
be in better shape than when I had brought her here.

   Her ass and breasts had a little bruising from obvious spankings and
canings.  But other than that her skin looked perfect.  In fact, it looked
better than perfect.  Her skin almost glowed with perfection.  To get her
skin to look this good they must have given her warm baths with ointments
and lotions and stuff almost every day.  I also noticed that her hair was
extremely well done.  It was almost salon quality work too.  It was
definitely beyond what she probably could have done on her own.  This meant
that either Tom or Diane spent a lot of time grooming and taking care of
her.

   In the videos mom always looked in good shape, but I had guessed this
was just done via lighting and other camera tricks.  But now I see that the
videos didn't even do my mom justice.  She was absolutely radiant.

   I was now especially grateful that I had shown up so unexpectedly.  Had
I given them a heads up then I probably would have written my mom's
appearance off as just them trying to convince me they took good care of
her.  However, the level of work they had done to her was not something
they could have accomplished overnight.  This really made me think twice
about Tom and Diane.  Maybe they cared more about my mom's well being than
I had thought.  Maybe I could loosen my control over their activities a bit
when it came to what they wanted to do with mom.

   "You have to get me out of here," mom begged as tears ran down her
cheeks to mix with the thick layer of horse cum that now coated her mouth
and chin area.

   "It's going to be okay," I whispered to her.

   A smile quickly formed on her cum covered lips.  It was quickly dashed,
however, when I reached up and grabbed a hand full of her hair.  I then
pulled her down until she was on her knees and eye level with my hard dick.
She started crying again as she brought her face forward and swallowed my
dick.

   The look and feel of her sloppy horse cum covered mouth was both
disgusting and erotic as my dick slid inside.  I was amazed to see that mom
could deep throat me even better than the last time I had fucked her
throat.

   Wet sounds filled the barn as she rapidly throat fucked herself with my
dick.  I looked up at Jay who was staring back in horror still.  I gave him
a smile as I jabbed my hips forward a few times in order to drive my dick
into mom's mouth extra hard and deep.

   "Guess what you are going to be doing from now on," I told Jay. 
"Sucking the horses off is just the tip of the iceberg.  They have about a
dozen dogs also and you will be doing a lot more than just sucking them
off. In fact, it won't be long and I will probably give them permission to
let the horses fuck you from time to time."

   I stopped talking for a minute so that all that information could soak
in.  I could tell it had all gotten through to him when the baby started
crying.

   "Hush now," I told him in almost a whisper.  "Don't worry, I'm sure it's
not as bad as it seems.  It won't be long before you get used to it and
having sex with the animals won't bother you at all.  Heck, you will
probably come to enjoy it.  As you could see from mom's begging earlier, it
clearly will take more than a year for that to happen, but trust me, the
day will eventually come."

   I had no clue of course if anything I was saying was true.  For all I
knew, they might go the rest of their lives and never overcome their
disgust for bestiality.  It didn't really matter though.  I knew deep down
that their submissive side would enjoy every minute regardless of if they
were disgusted by the acts or not.

   The thought of the two siblings double-teaming the farm animals every
day was enough to put me over the edge.  Mom didn't even flinch when I shot
my huge load down her throat.  I may have a big load but it was nothing in
comparison to the horses she was now used too.

   When I pulled out of mom's mouth I looked down to see that my groin was
one huge sloppy mess of horse cum and spit.  She went to lick it clean but
I pushed her away and walking over to Uncle Jay.  He obviously knew what I
wanted and his face went pale and turned a slight tint of green as I got
near.

   I stood there next to his face for 20 seconds waiting for him to do his
job.  When I realized he didn't plan to comply I leaned down next to him.

   "Can I tell you a secret?" I whispered to him.  "I plan to give Tom and
Diane permission to let the horses fuck mom's pussy and your asshole.  The
only thing I'm trying to decide now is how many weeks I should wait before
giving them that permission."

   I then stood back up so my groin was near his face again.  I'd made my
point pretty clear that if he did a good job then he might get a month or
two reprieve from having huge horse dick up his ass.  He clearly got that
point also because he went right to work slurping the mess off me.

   The sight of him sucking down the horse cum was almost enough to make me
physically ill.  However, I knew that later once my dick had time to
recharge it would be this vision that would bring me to my peak.

   I heard the screen door on the house slam shut in the distance and I
knew I had only a minute before Tom and Diane interrupted my fun.  So, I
pulled my pants up.  I very desperately wanted to stay here all day and
watch mom and Uncle Jay with the dogs, but I wasn't sure what Tom and Diane
would do once they realized I had found the video camera.  So I reluctantly
walked toward the barn door.

   Before walking away, however, I grabbed mom by the hair and pulled her
over until she was face to face with Uncle Jay.

   "You wanted her so badly," I growled at him.  "Well, here she is."

   I then had them French kiss and ordered them to hold the kiss until
someone came in and told them otherwise.  I then turned and walked away. 
The sight of them kissing was the last I would see of them in person for a
long time to come.

   Tom, Diane and I never discussed the hidden camera prior or after my
departure from the farm.  There really was no need too.  Within minutes of
me leaving, they knew I had found it.  They also knew that if I had planned
to do something about it then I would have done so right away.  I'm sure
they didn't sleep well those first couple nights, but by the third day or
so they probably realized that I was not too angry with them.

   I'm certain they were surprised as hell when less than a week later they
got an email from me letting them know I planned to give them the okay soon
to let the horses fuck mom and Jay.  This was a huge fetish for Tom and
Diane that they made no secrets about.  In fact, my guess is that the whole
purpose of the hidden camera was just to "encourage" me to give them
permission to use the horses on mom in this manner.

   Normally, I wouldn't commit myself like this so far ahead of time. 
However, I felt it was necessary to help put the couple at ease about the
whole camera issue.  I even praised them on how organized they were and how
well they took care of mom.  I doubt the compliments meant much coming from
me, but at least it would show them I respected them and wasn't angry.

   Of course, now I would have to put up with them asking every damn week
about it.  I knew it was going to be a pain in the ass putting them off
week after week.  However, Jay had done a good job cleaning me up so I
figured I owed him at least 4 to 6 weeks.  I had no doubts that he would
hate me for the rest of his life, but at least he would know I was a man of
my word.

   4.

   Linda and I spent another two weeks in Colorado but nothing exciting
happened really.  Most of the time was spent doing logistical shit.  For
example, I made a quick appearance at my old house so the neighbors would
know we were still alive.  I made sure I went next door to visit Ms. 
Bigre. Everyone called her Ms.  Big Mouth though because she couldn't keep
her mouth shut to save her life.

   I had to put up with this bitch for over 30 minutes before I could make
my way back out the door.  I would have left much earlier but I had to wait
almost that full 30 minutes before she stopped talking long enough to take
a breath.  I then jumped in real fast and leaked out some misinformation on
where mom, sis and I have been.

   I left her house confident that by the end of the week everyone in the
neighborhood would be well informed about all the crap I had just given Ms.
Big Mouth.  It was all nonsense but I figured it would probably buy me at
least another year or two before people started asking questions again
about the vacant house at the end of the block.

   I also did a quick walk through of the house to make sure no one had
broken in to it or that water pipes had busted or shit like that.  It felt
kind of eerie walking around the place.  It had only been about a year
since I was last there but it seemed like at least 10.

   Most of my time in Colorado, however, was setting up new identities for
sis and I.  Though, it was a ton easier to do this time since I already
knew how to go about it.

   I used my old ID one last time in order to sell my car to a used car
dealership.  The dick at the dealership only gave me $1,000 for it, despite
the fact that it was worth at least $5,000.  I knew he was ripping me off
but I just wanted to get rid of the thing.  I would have taken it to a
junkyard but was afraid too many questions would be asked in regards to why
I was junking a perfectly good car.

   I wanted a van for my new vehicle.  I was very disappointed that I
couldn't find any for sell that were even close to the same as what my
father had once owned.  I was getting extremely frustrated in my search
when something suddenly dawned on me.  Why should I settle for being like
my dad when I can actually do better?  And by better I mean bigger.  So, I
started looking into RVs.

   The RVs were considerably more expensive than vans but I had access to a
ton more money than my father ever dreamed of.  Getting Sandra to gladly
fork that money over wasn't going to be easy though.  Sure, if I ordered
her to do it I knew she would.  However, these vehicles went for about
$100,000 after taxes and I would need a sizable allowance on top of that
for gas and stuff.  Add in what she had already given me and I was
seriously cutting into her funds.

   Right now Sandra and Jane had enough money to live the rest of their
lives without having to work or anything.  I put all of that at risk though
every time I dipped into that pool of money.  At some point
self-preservation would surely kick in and Sandra would be forced to deal
with me.  That is something I didn't want to risk.

   So, when I approached her with the request I made sure I had something
to offer her in exchange.  The number one thing of course was giving her
more control over Vee.  This would mean a very rough life for Vee.  I had
no love for Vee but at the same time I felt a little bad for keeping her
captive.  She wasn't a submissive like Uncle Jay or mom, so every day in
captivity for her was just as bad as every day had been for me in the cage.


   While Vee's captivity was an absolute necessity, up until now I had
ensured life in the cage wasn't too horrible for her.  That would not be
the case once I cut loose Sandra's restraints.  While I now felt Sandra
wouldn't actually kill Vee, I was pretty certain that it wouldn't be long
before Vee would be begging for death.  I didn't see any way around it
though.

   I thought about giving Sandra mom's house.  However, that would just
link her to me.  If the cops ever came looking for me then they would
quickly find Sandra and free Vee.  Instead, I told her that if the cops
weren't onto me within the next year I would come back and set the house up
for rent or sell it.  I would have done it now but I knew I still looked
way too young to be the owner of a house.  A year would also give me time
to work out all the details of how to pull this off without my mom having
to be present to sign any of the paperwork.  Once it was set up though I
would use the money to pay for all my costs and even maybe kick some back
Sandra's way.  The amounts wouldn't be much but it would help convince
Sandra that this large purchase was going to be one of the last things I
asked of her money wise...  at least for awhile.

   To sweeten the pot, I thought about giving her Poopsie, the young
trailer trash girl sis and I trained in Kansas.  While I'm sure Sandra
would have had a lot of fun with Poopsie, I knew it was Linda she really
wanted.  So, I offered Sandra joint custody of Linda.  I would get Linda
for a year, then Sandra would get her for 3 to 6 months depending on my
schedule, then me again for a year, etc.  I would have offered Sandra 6
months to a year but I wasn't sure I could go that long without sis.

   The whole negotiation felt rather odd.  I was her master for fucks sake
and here I was practically begging her for money.  However, once I seen how
sweet the RVs were I just had to have one.

   If anything, the whole ordeal taught me a lot about finances.  It made
me realize that I would not always be able to depend on Sandra for money. I
would need to come up with ways of making my own.

   I'm sure you could really care less about my finances and shit, but I
thought the prior few paragraphs would at least give you an idea of how big
of a pain it can be sometimes as a master.  Often I envy slaves like Uncle
Jay, mom and sis.  They don't have to worry about any of this crap.  All
they have to do is eat when they were told to eat; sleep when they were
told to sleep; and do a few simple chores in-between.

   I decided on a Winnebago View.  They had various floor plans but the one
I decided on had a large bed in the back in addition to one overhead.  It
also had all the other standard stuff like a shower, toilet, kitchen area,
dining area, etc.

   There were other vehicles I liked even more than this one, but they were
all too big.  Some I think even required special drivers licenses to
operate.  While the extra space would have rocked, they would have drawn
way too much attention.  The one I decided on was bad enough in this
regard. Plus, the larger the vehicle the harder it would be to drive which
meant greater odds of getting into an accident.  While I was certain my
fake ID could hold up under scrutiny, I just didn't want to put it to the
test any more than I had to.

   Once all this boring shit was out of the way, all I had left to do was
figure out where I wanted to go.  I had always wanted to see the ocean, so
I decided on Florida.  Before taking off, however, I stocked the RV up with
a shit load of supplies.  I'm not talking about just food either.  I
stocked up on sex toys, rope, duct tape, surveillance equipment, you name
it.  I also got a nice laptop and one of those phones that provide high
speed internet access.  With the phone connected to the laptop I could
download all the videos from Tom and Diane, as well as those from grandpa.
Yeah, life was sweet.

   Sis wasn't as anxious to get on the road though as I was.  I think she
thought I was going to actually leave her with Sandra.  If she knew what
Sandra was really like I'm not so sure she would have wanted to stay as
bad.

   Sis spent the first 500 miles in the back of the RV crying over having
to leave Sandra again.  Well, I might have contributed to her sorrow a
little along the way also.  Hey, I had to christen the beds didn't I... 
and the dining area...  and the driver's side floor...  and the bathroom...
and, well, you get the idea.

   Despite all these distractions, we actually made reasonable time.  Once
I got used to it, driving the RV was pretty fun.  Or at least it was a hell
of a lot more relaxing than driving a car.  On the highway the thing
practically drove itself.

   The route I choose took us through Kansas again.  I had some unfinished
business in Kansas but when we hit the city limits I just couldn't get up
the nerve to stop, so we just kept on driving.

   We hit Kansas City about an hour later.  While we were driving through I
decided to get off the highway and tour around the city a little.  God, was
that a mistake.  It was a bitch driving around that place in the RV, plus
everyone else went way too fast.  On top of that, the place was a fricking
maze.  I finally gave up trying to find anything of interest in the city.
So, I dialed the next city into the GPS system and it started telling me
how to get out of this hellhole.

   Before we got back on the highway, however, we came across a guy
hitchhiking.  I pulled over the best I could so he could jump in.  He gave
me a weird look when he seen how young I was.  The windows on the RV were
tented enough to help hide my age, but not enough to violate any possible
state laws.

   He must have thought I was like 16 with a driver's permit or something
because he glanced into the back to see where my parents were.  When he
seen just sis sitting in the back in her nightgown he looked back at me
with an even more puzzled expression.

   "Are you two alone?" he asked after a minute.

   "Yeah, our parents died a year back and left us a little money," I said.
"We spent most of it on this so we could travel around."

   The story was pretty weak but this guy looked like he was probably only
18 years old.  Even if he didn't believe me I doubted that he would care
that much.  Sure enough, he didn't question me any more on the subject.  It
was still a bit chilly out and I think he was just happy to get a ride.

   We chatted in the front for over two hours.  During that time I found
out his name was Troy.  He claimed he was 18 but the more I spoke to him
the more I started to think he might be only 17.

   Believe it or not, I hadn't really planned to do anything to him.  Don't
get me wrong, he looked to be in good shape and wasn't that hard to look at
with his tanned skin and sandy brown curly hair.  However, I had hoped to
get him to take over driving for a hundred or so miles so I could take a
rest.  Then I would drop him off and Linda and I could continue or fun.

   He claimed he didn't have a license though.  This made me a bit nervous
about letting him drive the brand new RV.  While this was reason enough not
to let him drive, there was something else that changed my plans.  As we
drove along I noticed he started asking a lot of questions.  Stuff like
where we were going, if we were on a schedule, if we planned to meet
someone once we were there, shit like that.

   By themselves, most of these questions were pretty innocent.  However,
put together it became clear this fucker was starting to hatch some kind of
plan of his own.  I'm embarrassed to say that my dick got hard thinking
about this guy possibly tying sis and I up and then abusing us sexually. 
He might even pass us around to his friends in Arkansas that he claimed he
was traveling to meet up with.

   However, by the way Troy kept stealing glances at sis, something told me
I would probably end up being just a spectator.  If he didn't straight out
kill me then I would probably not be part of the festivities.  Even this
somehow turned me on though.  Of course, like always, the more I thought
about enjoying homosexual activities and playing the part of a submissive,
the angrier I got with myself.  It wasn't long and I was determined to
abuse this man in some manner.  I wanted to do this to him not just for
what I knew he was thinking of doing to sis and I but also for making me
fantasize about it.

   Of course, wanting to abuse this guy and actually doing it were two
different things.  He was much bigger and stronger than I was.  Hell, I bet
if you gave me a bat he could still kick my ass with one hand tied behind
his back.

   "We have a shower in the back if you want to get cleaned up some," I
offered.

   He jumped at the offer right away.  I'm pretty positive that an innocent
person would have declined.  He wasn't even dirty or anything.  He just
wanted an opportunity to get closer to sis and scout out the rest of the
RV.

   He also wasn't shy about getting undressed.  There was a curtain near
the bed and bathroom in the back but he didn't bother to use it.  He just
started shedding his clothes.  I don't blame him though, he looked like he
had put a lot of work into his body.  He didn't have the huge bulging
muscles or anything but he was well defined still and didn't seem to have
an ounce of fat on him.

   When he noticed Linda staring at him, he even shed his underwear and
flashed his cock before winking at her and entering the bathroom.  I
couldn't believe the balls on this guy.  Well, from up front I didn't
actually get a look at his actual balls, but you know what I mean.

   Thanks to Dr.  Kelly I had some very strong sleeping pills on hand.  I
had sis come up front so I could whisper to her where I had them hid and
what I wanted her to do with them.  She looked very frightened when she
realized what I had planned.  She obeyed of course though.  As she got
everything ready I was already trying to think of another good hiding place
for my stash of drugs.  I trusted Linda only so far.  Last thing I needed
was for her to know where all that shit was located.  In fact, I planned to
count all the pills later to make sure she didn't stash a few away for some
future plans.

   Our plan to capture Troy wasn't complicated at all.  I had Linda poke
her head into the bathroom to see if he wanted a drink.  He of course took
the question as just an excuse for her to see him naked again.  So, he took
his time in answering and even had her run off a list of everything that
was available.  Linda was blushing when she returned to the kitchen area so
I'm guessing he probably played with his dick or something in front of her
while she watched.

   Anyway, in order for the long exchange to take place he obviously had to
order a drink.  He decided on a coke, which Linda spiked with two of the
pills.

   A couple minutes later Troy came out of the bathroom with a towel
wrapped around his waist.  As I suspected, he didn't bother to get dressed
but instead went straight to the dining area to join Linda.  He sat with
his back to me but I could tell by the blush on Linda's face that he was
probably flashing her his dick again.  This guy was a serious pervert. 
Granted, Linda always looked fucking hot in her nightgown.

   Troy took his sweet ass time on his drink but I was in no big rush. 
They talking in whispers a lot so I couldn't make out much of what they
were saying.  I found out later he was asking her all types of questions
about her sexual history.  He was asking if she ever seen a naked boy
before; if she knew what a blowjob was, etc.  Linda played the role of the
virgin of course.  Little did he know, but sis could almost take my fist up
her cunt.

   "Maybe you should lay down," Linda said when Troy started having trouble
keeping his eyes open.

   Troy took a last big gulp of the soda and then tried to stand.  He only
got half way to the bed before the drugs overtook him and he slowly lowered
himself to the floor and fell asleep.

   He would be asleep for several hours so I took my time finding a good
place to stop.  We went for over 150 miles before I even started looking.
Well, actually the GPS road system found a spot for me.  It was a nice RV
park hidden in the woods not far inside the Arkansas boarder.  I would have
much preferred not going to the park but the sewage needed to be dumped and
we were running low on water after Troy's long shower.

   There was actually a good amount of privacy at the spot they assigned
us. Emptying the sewage of course was Linda's job.  So, while she was
outside taking care of that I was inside getting Troy comfortable.

   Troy was already naked so all I had to do was drag his heavy ass to the
bed and chain him up.  At first I thought about keeping him in the overhead
bed area in case a cop or something decided they wanted to pull us over and
search the vehicle.  However, I figured putting him up there would just
delay how quick they found him.

   Instead, I figured we could use his size to our advantage.  We keep him
chained down below and if a cop gets nosy sis just unlocks him real fast.
While Troy is racing to get help from the cop Linda chains herself up on
the bed and then claims it was Troy holding us prisoner and not the other
way around.  I even had a fake gun we could keep near the bed.  And of
course getting his fingerprints on it wouldn't be hard to do.  It wasn't a
perfect plan but it was a hell of a lot better than the cop finding Troy
chained up in the overhead.

   Even if they didn't completely buy Linda and my story, I doubt they
would have enough to hold us.  By the time they worked all the details out
we would be long gone.  Granted, it would probably mean ditching the RV
which would fucking suck...  but those kinds of risks come with the
territory.

   Linda was a little green when she came back inside.  Prior to leaving
Colorado, I taught her how to empty the sewage tank.  However, this was the
first time she had to actually do it.  Apparently, it didn't appeal to her
much.  I didn't see what the big deal was though.  It's not like she had to
actually pour it out or anything.  The park had a hose and stuff to do all
the work for you.  She just had to put up with a little smell is all.  Next
time I should make her siphon it out using nothing but a 5-foot length of
hose and her mouth for suction.  Maybe then she wouldn't mind using the
park systems so much.

   "Get the smelling salts," I ordered.

   She had no clue what I was talking about so she just brought me the
entire box of drugs.  I grabbed one and showed it to her so she would know
what it looked like in the future.  I also had her watch how you use it. 
She almost fell backward on her ass when I put it to her nose so she could
get a good whiff of it.

   I checked all of Troy's chains one last time before I put it under his
nose as well.  He jerked right awake but was still a bit out of it.  I
fastened a large ring gag to him while he was still trying to shake the
cobwebs away.  By the time he got his senses to him the gag was already in
place.  He tried to yell anyway but I just gave him a hard slap across the
face.  This didn't stop him so I placed my hand over his mouth and nose
until he got the picture and shut the hell up.

   "Why am I chained up?"

   I couldn't actually make out most of what he was trying to say through
the ring gag but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what
someone in his position would most likely say.

   He was currently laying in the missionary position with his hands cuffed
behind his back and his ankles chained to each side of the bed.  I grabbed
Linda and had her start licking Troy's dick.  I could tell he was put off
by the chains and my presence, but it still didn't take sis long to get him
hard.  I had to admit that he had a pretty nice dick.  He was 8, maybe 8.5
inches long and about 2.5 inches across.

   His balls were huge though in comparison.  His balls were much bigger
than mine even.  They were almost as big as baseballs.  I laughed when I
realized that he actually did have big balls.  It was no wonder Linda had
been blushing earlier.  She probably couldn't help but realize how much cum
those huge nuts must hold and where Troy probably wanted to deposit it.

   When Linda switched from licking to actually sucking his dick, Troy
closed his eyes and tried to forget I was there and the helpless state he
was currently in.  I let him enjoy Linda's mouth for a minute before I had
her stop.  He opened his eyes in disappointment only to see my dick inches
from his face.

   His eyes got huge and he tried to back away.  I grabbed a hand full of
his golden locks though and held him in place.

   "If you want her to keep going then you know what to do," I informed
him.

   He just kept trying to pull away while simultaneously shaking his head
"no".  I was very happy to see that he didn't want to have anything to do
with my proposal.  Linda was a very good-looking girl that really knew how
to suck dick well.  Even some straight guys would probably suck a dick in
exchange for having a girl as pretty and young as her on the end of theirs.
This told me that Troy was definitely straight.

   Little did he know, but his refusal had sealed his fate.  Had he eagerly
gone after my dick I probably would have used him once, drugged him again
and then left him at the side of the road somewhere.  The moment I seen he
hated dick so much I decided to keep him around for a while.  I had no
plans of fully training him or anything, but by the time I finished with
him he definitely wouldn't be straight anymore.

   I will be damned if the fucker's neck muscles weren't stronger than both
of my arms.  I thought he was going to rip his own hair out as he tried to
struggle out of my grasp.  I got fed up trying to fight against him and
just put one of my hands over his mouth and nose again.  He was turning
blue before he finally gave up his struggle.  I stuck 3 inches of my dick
through the ring gag before he had time to catch his breath and start
fighting again.

   It was over 3 minutes before he fully caught his breath again using just
his nose for air.  By then I think he realized that resistance wouldn't
serve much purpose at this point.  He already had a good taste of my dick
now and all I would do is smother him again if he did struggle.

   "See, that isn't so bad," I whispered down to him as his struggles
ended.

   I motioned to Linda and she started sucking Troy's dick again.  It
wasn't long and I could tell Troy was becoming a bit conflicted.  His mind
was utterly disgusted by what I was doing to him, yet his dick was quickly
becoming extremely aroused by what Linda was doing.

   Eventually his dick won the fight and he unloaded a huge torrent of cum
into Linda's mouth.  She was swallowing but there was no way she could keep
up.  God as my witness, I swear Troy must have cum almost as much as Tom
and Diane's horses.  Even with Linda swallowing a shit load of it, there
was still enough cum left over to paint his stomach with a quarter inch of
the stuff.

   After he came, Troy started to struggle again.  It only took him about
15 seconds to realize, however, that just because he had cum didn't mean
his ordeal was over.  The wimp started tearing up when he realized I wasn't
going to stop fucking his mouth until I came.

   It only took two more minutes of watching him cry to get me to my peak.
I didn't even have to deep throat him or anything.  Just watching him cry
like that was all it took.

   "What you do next will determine how bad life will be around here for
you in the following days," I whispered down to him as my climax neared. 
"Be a good boy and eat it all and your stay here will be a lot easier."

   This really got him crying.  I swear, sis didn't even cry this hard the
first time I made her suck me off.

   "Yeah, I'm getting close," I grunted as I pulled my dick out of his
mouth and started jacking on it.  "Are you going to be a good boy?"

   He was crying pretty hard but he said he would.  Or at least I think
that is what he said.  Just to be safe I made sure my free hand had a good
grip on his hair.  His eyes opened wide when my first blast shot into his
mouth.  The look he gave was fucking priceless.  You could tell he just
couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that I was shooting my load into his
mouth.

   A second later he closed his eyes tight as he felt his mouth quickly
filling up and remembered what he was expected to do.  Right when I thought
his mouth was going to overflow I seen the cum level drop half way down and
then heard a very noticeable gulp as he forced the fluid down his throat
and into his stomach.

   His mouth was almost overflowing again before he managed for force
himself to take another swallow.  I was barely dripping by then so there
was no rush for him to finish off the rest of it.  He had about 3/4ths of a
mouth full yet and held it there for a long time.  He opened his eyes and
looked up at me in hopes that I might have been satisfied with what he had
already eaten.

   When I smiled down at him, he realized I wasn't happy yet.  So, he
closed his eyes one last time and took two quick swallows to finish it off.


   "Oh, God," he groaned once the last of it was gone.

   His mouth and throat was so coated with the cum that his comment sounded
more like a gurgle than anything else.  However, I could make that comment
out any day.

   "That was a good boy," I said as I shook the end of my dick over his
mouth one last time.  "You are almost done cleaning up."

   His eyes shot open when he heard me say that.  I didn't bother to
explain what I meant though.  I just turned to Linda and told her to "feed
him".  Troy was already as white as a sheet but he also turned three shades
of green when he felt Linda slurp up a mouth full of cum from his stomach
and then seen her raise her head up toward his.  I could hear him gagging
as she spit the cum into his mouth so he could drink it down.  There was so
much of the stuff that it took her 5 trips before he was cleaned off.

   5.

   If you asked Troy, he would probably tell you that I broke my word about
taking it easy on him.  He just didn't know what a hard time really was, so
you really couldn't blame him for not knowing when he had it easy.

   That night, for example, you would have thought the world was coming to
an end when Linda gave him his first enema.  I even drugged him up a little
to make him easier to move around without too much bondage.

   There wasn't a lot of room in the bathroom so he had to take his enema
while standing up in the shower.  My dick got hard listening to him groan
and complain about the enema.  First he complained it was too warm then he
complained it was too much.  There really wasn't any pleasing the guy. 
Well, that's not true, he did thank us and God when we let him get on the
toilet.

   The look on his face was priceless when we told him he was going to get
9 more before we let him out of the bathroom.  He started struggling when
he heard this and I had to help sis get him into position again.  He gave
up most of his resistance by the 3rd enema.  By the 10th one he was pretty
out of it.  The constant hot water up his bowels along with the drugs had
him tame as a pussycat.

   I made sure the heat of the last enema was as hot as you can go without
causing any damage.  He shot back to life when he felt that going into him.
Not only was he completely empty by now, but his internal muscles where
tired out.  Thus, his insides only put up a minor struggle to keep the
fluid out.  The first couple cups went in slow but then his body gave up
and the rest shot right into him at full speed.

   He started begging through his ring gag but we made him hold the enema
for over 5 minutes.  His body was so heated up by now that he looked like
he was going to pass out.  So, we let him get on the toilet.  Hardly
anything came out though.  I'd seen this many times in the past when giving
someone an enema this hot.  I don't know what causes it but I think it has
something to do with their insides seizing up from the pain and stuff.

   After watching many of my father's videos, I noticed that his preferred
way of fixing this problem was to beat his slaves with a belt.  It was very
hot to watch, especially if it was a girl slave.  With a girl slave he
would not only whip their bloated stomachs but their tits as well.  While
my father's method works, I had a much better one I often liked to use.

   "Do you need some help?" I whispered to Troy as he looked up at me in
agony.

   I think he knew I had something devilish in mind because he held out for
another minute before he nodded that he wanted my help.  He was still
nodding when I grabbed a hand full of his hair and shoved the end of my
dick through his ring gag.  I didn't even slow down, I just kept pushing
inward.

   I was all the way down his throat before he even realized I was doing
it. Boy did that get him going.  He struggled like you wouldn't believe,
trying to pull away from my dick.  I just held on to his head like a cowboy
riding a wild horse.  His tight throat felt like heaven as his muscles
convulsed around my dick.

   Sure enough, less than 20 seconds went by before his bowels released
their grip on the water and it splashed into the toilet.  I don't think he
even noticed though.  He was too concerned about the huge dick down his
throat.

   I'm pretty sure he thought I was going to kill him.  It had only been
about 30 seconds now that he couldn't breath because of my dick, but it
probably felt like 10 minutes.  Yet, I still didn't pull out.  Instead, I
started fucking his throat.

   I didn't want to give him a chance to throw up, or breathe for that
matter, so I only did about a 1 inch thrust back and forth in his throat.
This way he had at least 7 inches deep in his throat at all times.  The
thrusts were more symbolic than anything else.  His convulsions were more
than enough already to get me off.

   I felt like cumming from the second I first pushed down his throat.  It
took all my willpower to hold out for another minute.  Right when I thought
he was on the verge of passing out I shot a torrent of cum down his throat.
This brought some fresh life to his struggles but only for a few seconds.
His muscles were just too oxygen starved to struggle any more than that.

   The good thing about almost suffocating someone with your dick is that
when you finally do pull out they are usually too busy trying to get their
breath to worry about throwing up.  Linda had a bucket ready just in case
though.

   Troy gasped for breath for over a minute after I pulled my dick out.  He
didn't throw up during that time but he did keep spitting in the bucket
like he was trying to expel both my cum and the taste of my dick.  Well,
with the ring in his mouth it was more of a drool than a spit, but I'm sure
you get the picture.

   Troy was pretty out of it, even 15 minutes later after Linda had him
cleaned up.  You could have removed all his bondage, opened the door and
then left him on his own and he probably still wouldn't have been able to
escape.  While this made him easy to control, it also made it a bitch to
move him back to the bed.  It was only a few feet though so it wasn't too
much of a workout.

   While I was doing this, I had Linda outside emptying the sewage tank
again.  I'm pretty sure there was a way of keeping the tank connected to
the park's sewage system but I liked making Linda empty it.  Scat wasn't my
cup of tea, but I figured if she had to deal with the sewage enough then
she might not mind so much some of the other things I had planned for her
down the road.  Well, she clearly would "mind" them, but hopefully she
wouldn't throw up too many times when I started her training in those
areas.

   Once I got Troy on the bed, I thought about taking his cherry.  I
decided against it though.  I had Troy's training on the fast track, but I
thought fucking his ass tonight was a little too fast.  Instead, I just
plugged him and tossed a plug holder on him.  That is what I call the
device anyway.  I have no clue what the actual name might be.  It was just
something that I had my uncles make for me about a year ago.  It was
nothing more than a belt that went around the waist and then another piece
of leather that fastened to the front of that belt, went down around the
groin and through Troy's ass crack like a thong, and then fastened to the
belt again in back.

   As straight as Troy seemed, I was pretty sure he had never been plugged
before.  Therefore, I knew his body would reject it no matter how hard he
might try to keep it in.  That was the purpose of the plug holder.  He of
course would hate both the plug and the holder.  Little did he know, I was
actually doing him a favor.  After tonight he wouldn't be allowed to use
the holder any more and I would punish him every time the plug popped out.

   I wanted his hole ready for my dick within a couple days, so I started
him right out with a 2-inch plug.  I'm sure he would groan all night
because of the size, but it will seem like child's play come tomorrow when
I'm pushing the 3-incher up him.  While I'm sure Troy's mind won't be
anywhere near fully trained in the short time I planned to keep him, his
ass and throat surely would be.

   After the plug was in place I rolled Troy out of the bed.  His hands
were cuffed behind his back and his ankles were shackled together so he hit
the floor pretty hard.  I didn't hear anything crack so I was pretty sure
he just got the wind knocked out of him is all.

   I had thought about having him sleep between Linda and I in the bed, but
I knew the cold metal cuffs and shackles would wake me up every time I
rubbed up against him.  Besides, the bed really wasn't big enough for 3
anyway.  Sis is pretty small but it still would have been a tight fit.

   I had a few spy cams set up in the RV and sis and I staid up for another
2 hours watching and editing some of the footage we had just gotten of
Troy. The cams provided okay quality, but I made a note to use an actual
camcorder for the rest of Troy's training.  I would still keep the spy ones
running but the footage from the camcorder would be much higher quality.  I
also knew it would add an additional level of humiliation to Troy if he
knew he was being taped.

   "Are you cold faggot?" I asked Troy as sis and I were getting ready for
bed.

   He didn't have to answer.  It was pretty clear from his shivering that
he was.  Despite his discomfort, Troy could barely open his eyes to look up
at me, let alone try to answer.

   "I think I have exactly what you need in order to keep warm," I said
with a smile.

   There was something I had read on the internet a few weeks back that I
was dieing to try it on a slave.  It was called temporary neutering via
testicular heating.  It was the wildest thing I had ever heard of.  With
those fucking huge balls of Troy's, I couldn't think of a better candidate.

   While everything I do to my slaves is pretty dangerous, this was an act
that sounded extremely dangerous even to me.  Done wrong it sounded like
you could easily permanently damage a slave with the technique.  However, I
figured Troy was just a short-term slave anyway, better I accidentally
damage him than someone down the road that I might decide to keep long
term.

   Despite the danger, the technique wasn't that hard to perform.  I
grabbed a half-inch wide strip of leather that was about a foot and a half
long.  I then wrapped the strip of leather around his sack and tied it off
so that his balls were bloated out away from his body.  The leather had
been soaking in water for a while so I made sure I didn't tie it too tight.
As it dried during the night it would slowly tighten up on him.

   I then took one of those elastic bandages you always see on hurt knees
and stuff and I wrapped it tight around his balls four times and let the
remaining 3 feet of it just dangle there for the moment.

   Now came the heating part.  There were several ideas on how to heat up
the balls.  I of course went with one of the easiest.  What I did was go to
a store that sold a variety of water pipe and other plumbing type supplies.
There I bought 4 feet of heating cable and an electrical kit to connect to
it.  The cable was only about $3 a foot and the kit was something like $20.


   What I did next was wrap a majority of this heating cable around Troy's
balls.  I then used the rest of the bandage to help secure the cable in
place.  The device required a 120v outlet, which the RV had of course.  Did
I tell you I loved this RV?  The outlets even worked when you weren't
plugged into the park's electrical system, like we currently were.

   Once plugged in all you had to do is sit back and enjoy the fun.  It
actually wasn't all that exciting.  As the cable heated up Troy did stir a
little and look up at me with a worried look in his face.  But exhaustion
pulled him back into a troubled sleep just a minute later.

   Believe it or not, I had tried this on myself shortly after learning
about it.  I only kept it on me for about an hour though.  It's not like I
wanted to neuter myself though.  It was more of a safety test than anything
else.  For example, this is how I knew to wrap the bandage around Troy's
balls exactly 4 times.  While I'm sure it varied from heating cable to
heating cable, the one I had bought seemed to be too hot on my balls with
just 3 wraps of the bandage and not quite hot enough with 5.  I tried with
just 2 wraps also and actually got a fucking burn mark on my ball sack.

   After reading up on the subject more, I discovered that it actually
doesn't neuter the slave.  All it does is keep his sperm from maturing. 
Instead of spewing out white sperm you spew out a clear liquid or
something. I was pretty excited about seeing if it would actually work.

   Sis and I dozed off that night with the sweet sound of Troy moaning in
his sleep as the heating cable slowly cooked his nuts.

   6.

   I had originally planned to leave the next day.  As it turned out, we
ended up staying for another 7 days.  The location was just too perfect. 
We had electrical and plumbing.  But more import, we had privacy.  The
weather was warming up fast but it was still cool enough that not many
seemed to be traveling around that area.  We seen several campers come and
go but most left us alone.

   There were a couple times when someone came knocking on our door but we
just ignored them and they got the hint.  After the second time I drew up a
"Don't Disturb" sign and taped it to the RV door.

   I will be damned though if someone didn't knock on the RV yet again. 
Sis and I were just sitting around watching TV, but it still pissed me off.
I cracked the door open a little so I could yell at whoever it was.  When I
looked outside though I seen it was just a little girl.  I glanced around
to find a parent I could yell at instead, but the girl was all alone.

   The RV park wasn't gigantic, but each spot was still a little isolated.
I couldn't believe a parent would let their kid just roam around knocking
on RV doors.  There were so few RVs currently in the park that I guess they
figured there was no real danger of their kid being abducted.

   When I looked back down into those baby blue eyes, I almost reached out
and pulled her inside.  I wasn't that stupid though.  I knew, just like the
parents did, that snatching that kid was way too risky.  It was still
tempting though.

   The girl looked to be about 9 or 10 with dark red hair and the sweetest
face you can imagine.  When I went to check out her body I noticed she was
wearing a Girl Scout uniform and holding a bag of cookies.

   "What are you, a brownie or something?" I asked.

   "I'm a Junior Scout," she replied as though I had just given her the
greatest insult possible.

   While I didn't know the differences in the uniforms, I actually knew the
difference between a brownie and a Junior Scout.  It was just my way of
verifying about how old she was without actually asking.  A junior meant
she was between 8 and 11.  I was already pretty certain she was in that age
group but you never know these days.  Sometimes girls look younger or older
than they actually are.

   I already knew I couldn't snatch the girl, but I couldn't help but size
her up and drill her for information.  I knew her general age, where she
was from originally, and even where her RV was parked, before she even got
around to giving me her sales pitch for the cookies.

   I have to admit, she had a good racket going.  I bet there wasn't a
person in the park that didn't buy something from her.  Not only was she
cute as a button, but she had a captive audience.  We were miles from the
nearest town where you could buy anything close to a substitute for the
Girl Scout cookies.  All she had to do was plant that small seed of craving
for them and you were hooked.  Like I bet everyone else did, I bought
several boxes from her.

   While I couldn't abduct her, I could still have a little fun with her. I
was wearing only a pair of shorts.  They were the baggy type that you work
out in.  While they were normal size, if I pulled them up just a hair I
could get my dick to hang down out one of the pant legs about 3 inches. 
So, before I opened the door all the way to pay her I made sure my dick was
positioned just right to give her a little show.

   She was at the bottom of the RV steps so she couldn't help but notice my
dick as she stared up at me.  She tried to act like she didn't see it but
her blush gave her away.  I stood there counting the money for a long time
to ensure she got a good look.

   After I gave her the money, she handed me the bag so I could pull out
which ones I wanted.  This was a perfect opportunity for me to give her an
even better show.  I sat down at the top of the steps and spread my legs as
I looked through her bag.  With my dick now semi hard I knew it was pushing
the material of the baggy short to the side far enough for her to get a
good look at most of the rest of my dick and my balls.

   I took a long ass time trying to decide which boxes I wanted.  I even
pulled the different types out one at a time and pretended to be reading
the ingredients and shit.  While I looked at the boxes I watched her out of
the corner of my eye.

   It was a pretty wild experience for the both of us I think.  She
couldn't help but keep glancing at my dick and balls.  You could tell she
was trying not too but her curiosity kept getting the best of her.  It was
clear she had never seen a dick before.

   The more she would look at my dick and blush, the harder I would get.  I
guess you could say that her stares and my dick had a symbiotic
relationship.  Don't ask me how I know what "symbiotic" means.  I'm
guessing I seen it on a star trek show or something.

   I think she was starting to get frightened by the time I was fully
erect. Shit, my dick was big enough to frighten even fully grown women. 
Right when I thought she was about to run away in fright, I asked Linda to
help me choose.  The Girl Scout calmed down considerably once she seen
there was another girl present.

   After a minute I decided to stop playing with her and picked my boxes.
She turned and started walking away fast the second I handed the bag back
to her.  I don't know if she was worried I might be following her or if her
curiosity just got the better of her again, but she glanced back at me one
last time when she was about 20 feet away.  I was still sitting there with
my dick showing and gave her a smile and a wink.  She blushed even deeper
and turned away quickly.

   I knew her name and the general area where she lived, so maybe in a year
or so I might look her up.  Granted, by then I would probably long forget
about her.  I bet she wouldn't forget about me though...  or at least not
my dick.

   Our little scout left just in time though because I could hear Troy
starting to wake up in the back.  You could tell because his continuous
groans became loud enough that you could actually hear him all the way up
front.

   I got back in the RV and locked the door.  While sis was putting away
the cookies I went to check up on our guest.  I shoved a couple pills into
his mouth while he was still trying to wake up.  I won't say what drugs I
was feeding him.  All I will tell you is that they kept him somewhat
compliant.  They were some drugs I bought on the street.  While Dr.  Kelly
didn't provide me these particular drugs, he did warn against using them
too often.  He said they were very addictive.

   I probably wouldn't have used them at all on a normal slave that I
planned to fully train.  However, Troy was just a short-term project.  The
drugs were perfect for him because they got results fast and I didn't
really care if he got addicted.  In fact, in Troy's case I planned to use
that addiction against him.

   Troy was thirsty and gladly accepted the pills in order to drink down
the glass of water I provided him.  He didn't even seem to realize he had
the pills in his mouth until he had already swallowed them.  Part of the
reason for that was because he was still tired.  Another part was because
his mouth was still being held wide open by the ring gag.

   "Will you give my dick a good suck if I remove the gag?" I whispered
down to him.

   He quickly shook his head "yes".  I personally have had this exact gag
forced upon me in the past and knew how painful it got after just minutes.
Troy had worn it all night and I knew he would probably agree to cut off
his own dick if it meant relief from the gag.

   That said, I knew he would relent on his promise the second he got the
relief he needed.  I wasn't too worried about that though.  In fact, it
made things even better.  He would be humiliated by making the agreement
and I would have an excuse to put the gag back in later.  It was win, win.

   I unbuckled the strap holding the gag in place and then pulled it out of
his mouth.  It was funny watching the pain and frightened look on his face
when he realized he couldn't close his mouth.  I knew it would be at least
an hour before he had any resemblance of control over his jaw.  I
definitely was pushing safety limits by keeping him in the ring gag so
long. It was very possible I had even done permanent damage.  It was a risk
I was willing to take with him though.  After all, the fucker was going to
leave me dead in a ditch somewhere.

   As he struggled to get his jaw under control, I reached down and slowly
unwrapped his mummified balls.  When I reached the heating cable I had to
unplug it from the wall.  I didn't want to burn my fingers later when I put
it back on him.

   Troy tried to say "thanks" when he felt me remove the coil.  The word
just came out jumbled though.  Considering I planned to put it right back
on him, I didn't think it was appropriate to say he was welcome.  Instead I
just kept unwrapping the bandage so I could get a good look at his nuts.

   While I had done several tests in the past on myself, a part of me was
still afraid I was going to finish unwrapping him and find his nut sack
riddled with blisters.  He didn't have a burn mark on him though.  I was
pleased.  It would have been a shame to ruin such a good pair of nuts... 
at least this soon anyway.

   The leather binding his nuts had tightened up considerably, but it
wasn't bad enough to fully cut off his circulation.  Not only where his
nuts not blue from lack of blood, but they were actually rather red from
being heated so long.

   Troy might have been in pain but it didn't stop his dick from getting
rock hard as I fumbled with the leather strap.  It took a minute but I
finally got it undone.  He sighed in relief as I lightly massaged his balls
to make sure everything was circulating well.  He started protesting though
when he felt me tieing his nuts up again with a second wet length of
leather.

   "Oh, we aren't done cooking those nuts yet," I whispered to him.  "Don't
be upset.  It's only for your own good.  The heat will stop you from
producing sperm.  If we cut your nuts off while you are still producing
sperm then you could get an infection."

   It was hard to keep a straight face as I told him this.  It was all a
complete lie, but it would be funny as shit in a few days when he seen his
cum come out clear.  It would just convince him even more that I might not
be joking.  There would then be some major begging on his part and then a
last minute reprieve/compromise offered to him.  I hadn't decided yet what
I would ask in exchange for letting him keep his nuts.  I was confident I
would think of something though.

   Right now, however, I was more worried about emptying my own nuts. 
Especially after all the fun I just had with the little Girl Scout.

   I don't know if it was the drugs I just gave him or if he was just still
too tired, but when I ordered him to get onto the bed he didn't seem to
give much of an effort.  I let him wiggle around on the floor for a minute
as he tried to get his bound feet under him.  I got tired of waiting though
and just grabbed a hand full of his hair and started pulling.  It was
amazing how fast he managed to figure out how to stand once I started
tugging.

   He was only on his feet for a few seconds before I pushed him over onto
the bed.  My first instinct was to undo his belt and remove the plug so I
could fuck his cherry asshole.  I was anxious to find out if heating his
balls might somehow make his asshole warmer.  However, I wanted to give him
at least one more day before I broke his ass in, so instead I got up on the
bed and put a knee on either side of his head.  I then lowered my body down
until my balls were dangling against his mouth.

   As I lowered down, you could hear him grunting in pain as he tried to
close his mouth.  He managed to get his mouth part way closed before my
nuts reached him, but I was able to easily open his mouth back up using
just one finger.  I used my other hand to force one of my nuts into his
mouth.

   "Get to work faggot," I told him.  "Lick that nut clean."

   He made a bit of a wretch sound and for a moment I thought he was going
to throw up.  I would have been majorly pissed had he thrown up.  I had
some rubber sheets but had not thought to put them on the bed yet.  I
probably would have whipped the skin off him if he got puke all over the
bed.  God, I could just imagine having to smell that every time we went to
bed.  I almost decided to whip him just for thinking about being sick on
the bed.

   Lucky for him, he got his stomach under control and started licking. 
For a straight guy he actually did a decent job.  I'm sure though that most
of his tender care wasn't for my benefit but that of his sore mouth.  But
still, it was a decent job.

   Being the smart girl she is, Linda brought me a large plastic trash bag
so I could put it under Troy's head in case he got sick or something.  She
then climbed over us and sat with her back against the wall at the far side
of the bed.  I guess I should have been a little embarrassed by her
watching me toy with another guy, but for some reason it didn't bother me
at all.  She had seen me do stuff like this a dozen times before so I guess
I was just used to her watching now.

   As for Linda, if she was turned on or disgusted by what she was seeing,
she did a good job of hiding it.  She just looked on like she was at her
desk in school or something.  I guess in a way she was.  While she
obviously didn't have a dick or balls to perform a task like this, the
general application of humiliation in a slaves training was pretty
universal.

   Linda knew already of course that humiliation with a mix of a little
pain were some of the main ingredients to training a slave.  However, just
like any cooking recipe, the key wasn't just knowing what the ingredients
were but knowing when to apply them and how much.  My time in the cage had
taught me a great deal about such things, but unfortunately, I was still
learning as well.

   I would have to sit down with her later and explain that Troy was not
really a good case to learn from.  He wasn't going to be a true slave.  He
was just a bit of a distraction...  you know, just for fun.

   "I think you are ready to clean the other one now," I informed Troy.

   He didn't look very pleased by that announcement.  He was even more
unpleased about it when I started pushing the 2nd ball in without removing
the first.  Boy, was he not happy about that.

   Even as a young adult, his mouth was way too small to fit both balls at
once.  As a result, as I pushed the 2nd ball in the first one was forced
into his throat slightly.  My nuts are even rounder than my dick, so I
really had to press hard to get the 2nd one in his mouth like this.  It was
worth the discomfort though.

   Not only did it humiliate Troy further, but it actually felt pretty good
once I got the 2nd one seeded in there.  It especially felt good to that
first nut that was at the entrance to his throat.  His throat kept
involuntarily trying to swallow that nut.  His strong throat muscles would
suck the nut about an inch or two down his throat but my ball sack of
course would keep it from going any further.  His gag reflex would then
force the nut back toward his mouth only to be stopped by the other nut
already positioned there.  Back and forth he tugged at that nut until I
suddenly felt my climax hit me.

   My plan had been to pull my nuts out and fuck his throat again, but it
was too late for that.  I knew I was about to make a huge mess but I didn't
care.  I just closed my eyes and let nature do its thing.  It turned out to
be one of my best climaxes to date.  There were a few prior that were
better but not many.

   When I opened my eyes to survey the damage I was pleased to see the bed
and walls were not coated with my cum.  Instead, what I seen was Linda
kneeling there with her hands cupped together in front of my dick.  She had
positioned her face so the cum shot into her mouth and then drizzled out
into her hands waiting below.  Her hands were practically overflowing with
cum, so I'm pretty sure she didn't swallow that much of it.

   "Good girl," I told her once I caught my breath and pulled my nuts out
of his mouth.  "Give the faggot his breakfast."

   As I walked back to the dining area I could hear Troy gagging in the
background as Linda fed him.  His gagging slowed down after a minute so I
knew the bulk of it must be gone.  I smiled when I heard Linda order him to
lick the rest off her hands.  My smile got even wider a minute later when I
heard her spitting into his mouth.  Yeah, Linda was learning fast.

   7.

   The rest of that particular day was rather boring overall.  About the
only real excitement in the RV was when we dragged Troy into the bathroom
for yet another enema.  He took this one with a lot less complaining. 
Well, at least until he started expelling it and all the fissures caused by
the 2-inch plug started stinging like a thousand hornets stuck up his ass.

   He gave us a bit of a show also when I fit him with the larger 3-inch
plug.  He was making so much noise that we had to stop mid way so we could
put an actual gag in his mouth.  While he screamed a lot, I was pleased to
see that his asshole actually adapted to the new size pretty well.

   Afterward, I told him that I was happy at how well he was stretching.  I
let him know that to go from virgin asshole to a 3-inch plug in two days
without injury was pretty impressive.  He didn't seem to take much pride in
this knowledge though.

   I let his balls loose a few more times that day.  However, other than
the enema, his nuts were never free for more than 2 minutes at any given
time.  By mid day he didn't seem to be complaining as much about his balls.
Either they were getting numb or he was just getting used to the heat
finally.  I guess it is possible that he thought I might cut his balls off
earlier than planned if he complained too much.  Like I said earlier, I
never planned to actually cut his nuts off.  However, you could tell by the
looks he gave me that he was convinced I planned to do it.

   I know it was a fucked up mind game to play on him.  However, it was all
part of his training.  In order to break a slave you have to do more than
just administer humiliation and pain.  You also had to get the slave to the
point where they gave up hope.  This of course takes weeks and even months.
According to Vee, however, the longer it takes you to break the slave the
longer it will hold.  Which is one of the reasons I wasn't fast tracking
Linda's training too much.

   If what Vee said is right, then while I might actually be able to break
Troy in just a few days, it probably wouldn't hold but for a month or two
afterward.  Still, I made sure I documented all of his training via the
video cameras.  Later, once I knew the final outcome of his training, I
could review all the video footage and see what I did right and where I
might have gone wrong.  Kind of like how a football team reviews footage
from past games.

   I gave Troy a nice sperm lunch and dinner, but other than that I left
him alone.  I wasn't sure if you were supposed to allow the slave to climax
while they were undergoing the thermal neutering, but he had been a pretty
good boy that day so I decided to let sis jack him off.

   "I guess those nuts aren't ready to come off quite yet," I said once I
seen that his sperm looked pretty normal still.

   I think the mind games were really getting to him because that comment
really got him crying.  He was concentrating so much on the concept of
loosing his nuts that he didn't even gag once as Linda finger fed him his
own jizz.  That alone told me he was getting very close to giving up all
hope.

   As it turned out, Troy broke by morning.  He didn't give up without a
fight though.  Around 3 a.m.  I was abruptly woken by a bell going off. 
The bell was attached to a pressure sensor I had set up under the small rug
I had placed between the bedroom and the kitchen area.

   I'd made the alarm using the cardboard tube from a toilet paper roll, a
couple strips of aluminum foil taped inside it, and two wires leading from
the foil to a bell and battery.  When the cardboard tube was squished down
completely the foil inside connected and completed the circuit.  It was
extremely low tech but it got the job done.

   The bell stopped almost as fast as it started.  I woke up just in time
to hear some movement on the floor.  When I looked down Troy was lying
there where he was supposed to be, but it was clear he had tried to make
his way to the door.

   He had only made it a few feet, but it was still pretty impressive
considering how worn out and doped up he was.  It took me a few minutes to
get fully awake.  I probably would have just fallen right back to sleep but
I was too pissed.  The escape didn't bother me too much, it was more the
fact that he had done it in the middle of the fucking night.

   I mean, I get the whole "wait till they are asleep" thing.  But why wait
3 fucking hours after we are asleep?  Or, why not wait till like 6 a.m.? 
He would have a little light then and plenty of time before sis and I
actually woke up.  Not that he was actually going to make it far.  Hell, I
don't think he even knew how he was going to get the door open without us
hearing, let alone snake his way a half block across gravel and shit in
order to reach the next RV.  He was pretty doped up though so who knows
what he was thinking.

   All I knew for sure was that I couldn't just ignore it and go back to
sleep.  Something like this required a swift penalty.  When I switched the
light on he tried to act like I had just woke him up, but he didn't do a
good job of it.  He almost had me convinced though when I seen his heating
cable was still plugged in.  Getting it unplugged wouldn't have been too
hard, but plugging it back in would have been near impossible for him.  He
definitely couldn't have done it without me noticing.

   He gave himself away though when I asked if he had just tried to escape.
The pussy began crying like a baby.  He then started trying to plead
through his ring gag when he seen me grab the cane from beside the bed.

   I don't think he actually knew what I planned to do.  However, all it
took was a practice swing through the air to relay my intent.  He was still
trying to beg as I rolled him onto his stomach in order to take aim at his
ass.  The dumb fuck rolled himself onto his back again though the second I
let go of him.

   "Have it your way," I said as I brought the cane whistling through the
air and against his chest.

   Believe it or not, a cane hurts just as much, if not more, on your front
as it does your backside.  I'm not sure Troy knew this beforehand, but he
was a quick study because I barely got 5 strokes on him before he had
turned over to present his ass to me.

   I landed another 20 on his ass cheeks and then 10 more across his back
just below the shoulder blades.  He deserved at least twice that but he
passed out on me and I didn't want to have the stench of smelling salts in
the air while I tried to get back to sleep later.

   I was woken about 7 hours later by the feel of Troy's tongue and mouth
on my dick.  At midnight the night before I had ordered him to wake me this
way between 9 and 10 a.m.  I laughed when I glanced over and seen that it
was 9:58 a.m.  He had waited until the very last minute almost before
obeying the order.  It was still impressive though.  Not only did he have a
hard night, but this was his first actual task as a slave.  Up until now he
had been treated more as a rape victim than that of a slave.

   This simple act of waking me up like this, however, was completely
different.  No one was physically forcing his mouth on my dick.  He was
doing it on his own.  True, he faced strict penalties if he didn't, but it
was still a big step.  Like I've said in the past, being a slave was
nothing but a series of compromises.  This act was going to be his first in
a long line of compromises.

   When I looked into his eyes though, I could tell that this was more than
just him giving me a blowjob in order to avoid further punishment.  It's
hard to really put it into words.  There is just this look a slave gives
when they have broken.  It's a little different from slave to slave.  You
know what they looked like the day prior and then suddenly they have this
new look about them.

   I was still pretty inexperienced as a master at the time.  However, even
I could clearly see the difference.  He wasn't fully broken of course, but
he was definitely half way there.  I would like to take credit for breaking
him in just two days, but the truth is the drugs probably contributed to it
more than I did.  It was still impressive though.

   All of that said, Troy was doing a pretty shitty job at sucking my dick.
Granted, he had his hands and ankles chained up, but I think he still could
have done a little better.  Quality would come in the days to come.  Right
now I was just happy to see him obeying his master's orders.

   I gave him a few pointers as he labored on my dick.  He tried his best
to comply with all my tips but the blowjob still wasn't that great.  I let
him practice for about 30 minutes before I pulled him all the way up on the
bed with me.

   Sis was awake so I had her go grab the keys for his ankle shackles.  She
came back and removed them.  I wasn't stupid enough to remove his cuffs
though.

   I positioned him so he was on his back and then unraveled the bandage
and heating cable from his balls.  I then removed the leather strip again
and massaged his balls a little.  I then removed his plug holder and then
the 3-inch plug itself.

   "Get on," I ordered as I rolled onto my back and held my dick so it was
pointing straight up.

   He gave me a very sad look, but went into action.  Without the use of
his hands it took him a moment to get up into a kneeling position.  While
he was struggling to do so I noticed he still had a good set of welts on
both his front and backside.

   I was surprised to see that he didn't even start crying as he straddled
my hips and tried to line my dick up with his asshole.  He had a heck of a
time getting the head of my dick up his ass.  It was more than just the
size.  My dick was so long that with me pointing it straight up he couldn't
get a good angle at it.  While on his knees he wasn't high enough to get
the proper angle.  Yet, he was too scared I think to stand over me and
squat down on it.  You can't really blame him for being scared.  Without
the use of his hands squatting would mean having to take my entire dick up
his ass in one quick thrust since he would loose his balance during the
insertion and would be forced to drop back to his knees.

   I let him struggle for a minute and then helped him out by angling my
dick a little.  He still let out a lot of grunts as he force-fed my dick up
his asshole.  It was very clear he was trying his best to please his new
master.  However, the human body has a certain pain threshold that very few
can push themselves past without a little help.

   In Troy's case that threshold was the head of my dick and about 1
additional inch up his ass.  When I looked into his eyes I could almost see
his mind working overtime on all the conflicting emotions.  If I watched
his eyes close enough I could almost see his thoughts playing out in his
head.

   He was scared to death of getting the cane again.  He was even more
scared that I was going to cut his precious nuts off.  And yes, deep down
there was a tiny part of him that simply wanted to please me.  While it was
a small part, it probably used up most of his mind's resources.  After all,
it made no sense like the other thoughts did.  Why would he want to please
me after all the things I did to him?

   I'm sure he would have been crying a lot harder if he knew that tiny
thought was just a seed.  A seed that would soon sprout into a vicious
vine. As it got fed more humiliation and pain, that vine would grow at an
alarming rate until it completely enveloped has mind, blocking out all rays
of hope.  It was just a matter of time now until his mind was swimming in a
cold sea of darkness.

   Or, at least that is what would happen if I decided to keep him long
enough.  I still had no desire to do so though.  Like Pupsiie in Kansas, my
goal with Troy was just to have a little fun and to get his training to the
point where it would be years after I let him go before he would get the
courage to seek help.

   It wasn't that I was scared of him going to the cops though.  I highly
doubt he would have done that even if I had let him go that very first day.
No, I just like the idea that Troy would spend the next few years in both
shame and fear.  Shame that a part of him wished I would return and abuse
him some more; and fear that I actually would.  Yeah, I'm sure that doesn't
make any sense to most of you.  But that is how our fucked up brains
work... or at least how they work once someone like me has stomped around
in there a bit.

   Anyway, like I was saying, Troy really did try to push himself past that
pain threshold.  He would pull up slightly and then try to push back down
again.  The pain would quickly build and he was forced to stop each time.

   While I was very proud of the way he struggled to please me, it still
didn't change the fact that my dick wasn't all the way up his asshole yet.
After grunting there for about 2 minutes I decided to help him out a bit. I
put my hands on his hips and started pushing down.

   He hadn't gotten his drugs yet this morning so he had a little more
fight in him than normal.  I was still winning the fight though and he sank
down another 2 inches.  He then got the "bright" idea that he could stop
the insertion by letting his upper body drop down on mine.

   His now sweaty body made a kind of wet slapping sound as it hit against
mine.  We must have been a perfect fit because his nipples came to rest
right on top of mine.  I could tell because his were rock hard and I could
feel them poking and massaging mine below.  His body actually felt kind of
good pressed against mine.  The only thing I didn't like so much was that
his mouth came to rest right near the top of my left shoulder.  With the
ring gag still in his mouth, this meant a river of spit and slobber coating
my shoulder.  Even this, however, started to feel a little erotic after a
minute or so.

   I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as he lay against me.  I
found it funny because he actually thought he had somehow saved his asshole
from further punishment.  In reality, his new position only made it worse
for him.

   I stayed still under him for over a minute.  I waited like that until I
was certain his mind was throwing a small party in celebration of his
victory over my dick.  Right when the party was getting into full swing, I
crashed it.  I bent my knees until the soles of my feet were flat against
the bed.  I then used my hands to get a good grip on him.  My left hand
went up to his right shoulder and my right hand went across his back in
order to hold him tight against me.

   Troy must have used this position with an old girlfriend or something
because he caught on to what was about to happen.  He let out a groan of
protest but a half second later I had already used my leg and hip muscles
to drive my dick half way up his ass.

   I have no doubt that the pain was probably the worst he had ever
experienced in his life.  I didn't give him time to even get his first
scream out before I pulled my dick several inches out and then hammered it
deep again.

   While that first scream was coming to an end I could feel him trying to
kick with his legs in order to escape from me.  It was too late though.  I
was already seeded deep inside him and had a good grasp on his upper body.
All his struggles managed to do was help me get even deeper up his ass. 
Five more hard thrusts and I was balls deep up his ass.

   I was almost as shocked as he was that I actually managed to get all my
dick up his ass.  I had put a lot of power into my thrusts but it wasn't
enough to rip anything inside him.  Without causing damage, he really
should have only been able to take maybe 7 inches of my thick dick.  Yet,
here he was with at least 10 up inside him.  I guess his ass was just a
natural.

   Once I was all the way up inside him I stopped moving for a minute so I
could enjoy his warmth.  To my disappointment, his asshole didn't seem
unusually warm due to the heating coil that had just been on his balls. 
His huge nuts were definitely warmer though.  While they were very hot,
they were still within range of comfort as they were pressed between us. 
Well, comfort for me anyway.

   Right about now, I'm pretty sure he wasn't too pleased about having such
huge nuts.  They were being pressed between our groins and every time I
thrust up into him they only got slammed even harder from behind.

   I wanted to prolong his first fuck, but just the thought of abusing his
nuts at the same time that I took his cherry ass was too much for me.  I
held out for another minute but then had to start pumping him again.

   I could probably make up some quotes of what he was trying to say as I
hammered his asshole.  But to be honest I think it was just gibberish. 
While I could make out a word here or there, I don't think he was actually
putting them together in any coherent manner.  It's just as well; I think
words would have just spoiled the moment.

   Lucky for Troy, it only took me about 3 more minutes to cum up his ass.
Right when I was giving him his sperm enema, I felt him shudder for a
moment.  Then, there was a rush of warm liquid as he came between our
bodies.  He seemed to cry more about his own climax than he did mine.

   "Plug," I said as I pulled out of Troy's ass.

   Linda was already there waiting.  My dick had no more than left his ass
and Troy was groaning in pain again as Linda forced the 3-inch plug back up
his ass.  His ass muscles were pretty worn by then so Linda had to hold the
plug in place until I got the belt plug holder back in place.

   Once his plug was secured, I laid him onto his back and dropped down
next to him.  As we both rested there, Linda came to our sides and started
spooning Troy's cum off our stomachs and feeding it to him.  Troy was
beyond caring right now and accepted his brunch without complaint.

   As Linda fed him, I noted that most of his cum looked pretty clear now.
I thought about pointing this out to him and threatening his nuts again,
but decided to give his mind a short break.  I did bind up his nuts again
with the heating cable though once Linda had us cleaned up.

   I could tell his mind was in turmoil as he thought about what had just
happened.  The thought of being fucked up the ass, and the fact that he
still had my load plugged up inside him, was pretty bad.  However, I think
it was the fact that he had climaxed during all of this that really
bothered him.  It was just my huge dick massaging his prostate that
probably caused the climax.  But he clearly didn't realize this.  In his
mind, he thought he had somehow gotten pleasure out of the act.

   I let him dwindle on those thoughts for about 10 minutes before I gave
him his drugs.  I think he was already addicted to them because he
swallowed them down without hesitation.

   8.

   I gave Troy's asshole a rest for the remainder of that day.  Well, other
than the plug of course.  In fact, other than a couple blowjobs I left him
alone most of the day.  I figured he was probably torturing himself more
than I ever could.

   Instead, I focused most of my attention that day on Linda.  I hadn't
done any serious training with her for weeks now and I didn't want her to
get too relaxed.  I was also afraid that with all this teamwork between us
that she might be forgetting her place in the relationship.

   Well, nothing reminds a slave of their place in life faster than
rimming. So, she spent most of that day with her tongue up my asshole.  She
had been a really good girl in the past few weeks so I didn't want this to
seem like a punishment to her.  Therefore, I made sure I didn't keep her
licking for more than 30 minutes at any given time.

   I would have her tongue me for 20 to 30 minutes, then we would take like
a 20 to 30 minute break.  Then I would just present my asshole to her again
and she would dig right back in.  By doing it this way I hoped it would
seem more like practice to her than a punishment.

   I even gave her a 2-hour break around 3 p.m.  Troy was out of it and it
was pretty warm outside, so I decided it would do Linda and I some good to
get some fresh air.  So, we went for a nice walk.

   It wasn't boiling hot out, but it was just warm enough to wear shorts. I
put on my baggy workout shorts and a black t-shirt and sis wore regular
pants and this childish looking Donald Duck t-shirt.  I thought about
making her wear some tight shorts also but was afraid we might draw a
little too much attention.  Speaking of which, I did put on some underwear
to make sure my dick didn't hang out.

   It's funny but just over a year ago I used to do everything I could to
hide the size of my dick from everyone.  Now days, however, the shocked
look on girls' faces and stuff when they noticed my size was a big turn on
for me.  I guess I was just now realizing the true power of having such a
large package.  By watching a person's reaction when they seen it, I could
often easily judge that person's sexual appetites.  Or at least I liked to
think I could.  I hadn't really put the theory into practice that much
though.

   For this walk, however, I didn't want to draw too much attention.  With
the underwear on and the baggy shorts, I doubted that anyone would even
suspect what I was hiding down below.  At least not from a distance anyway.

   As we walked through the RV park we ran across many paths that lead off
into the woods.  None of these paths were intentionally put there though.
They were just worn down paths from years worth of RV families going on
nature hikes through the woods.

   I was pretty excited to go down a few of the paths to see what could
possibly draw so many people over the years.  Did these paths lead to some
fantastic scenery, or possibly small hideouts where all the RV kids would
sneak off to in order to play stinky finger, drink beer, or what have you?
Or, did they just lead to nowhere.

   Before going down the paths, however, I wanted to take a quick pass
through the rest of the RV park.  I had absolutely no desire to mingle with
the other RV folks, but I was hoping to find our little Girl Scout's RV.  I
wrote her name down earlier today but for the life of me I couldn't
remember what it was.  As we walked along it bugged the shit out of me that
I couldn't remember.  I narrowed it down to either Sally or Sara but that
was as best as I could do.  I checked later and found that it was Sally.

   It didn't really matter what her name was though.  I didn't plan to
actually talk to her or anything.  In fact, approaching her would have been
the stupidest thing I could have done.  Especially after the show I gave
her this morning.  While unlikely, it is still possible that she went back
and told her parents about it.  What I did could easily be written off as
accidental exposure.  However, for me to now approach the girl would
definitely indicate that it might not have been accidental after all.

   I wasn't sure what I expected to accomplish though by just walking part
their RV.  I guess I was just curious what she would do when she seen me.
Would she approach us?  Would she blush?  Would she start crying?

   As nice as it was outside, I figured there was at least a 50 to 70
percent chance of her being outside as we passed by.  Sure enough, as we
walked past both her and her parents were outside.  It looked like they had
just finished having a BBQ because her dad was resting in one of those fold
back lawn chairs and her mom was collecting dishes and stuff.

   I didn't actually see Sally at first.  I saw some movement though near
the tree line.  Sally was kneeling there doing something.  She wasn't
wearing her Girl Scout uniform any more though.  Instead, she was wearing a
white shirt and jean shorts.

   When she stood and turned our way I noticed she was holding a jar.  It
took me a moment to realize she was hunting for bugs or something.  It was
probably some stupid scouting project.

   I could care less what she was doing.  I was more concerned that sis and
I might actually make it all the way past their place without her even
noticing us.  Right at the last moment though, I saw her glance our way. 
She quickly stared away but I could tell from her blush that she had seen
us.

   Sis and I walked nice and slow on down the road.  I kept turning to talk
to sis but what I was mainly doing was checking to see if Sally had moved
so that she could see us better.  Sure enough, out of the corner of my eye
I saw Sally come back into view.  She pretended to be looking for bugs but
I could see her glancing our way.

   When I was certain she was watching us, sis and I turned off the main
road and went down one of the pathways.  The only question now was whether
she would follow us or not.

   The fact that she was watching us at all told me that she hadn't told
her parents what happened earlier today.  Had she told them then the last
thing she would risk doing was getting caught by her parents intentionally
watching me again.

   Sis and I walked down the path nice and slow.  I was a little
disappointed when I didn't hear Sally following us.  There was no way I was
going to molest the girl in the woods or anything like that, so it wasn't
too big of a deal that she didn't follow.

   However, after we had been walking for about 5 minutes I heard someone
rushing down the path toward us.  My guess is that it had taken Sally a
couple minutes to break away from her parents and was now rushing to catch
up.

   I was very interested to see what she would do once she did catch up. 
She seemed to be a shy girl so my guess is that she just wanted to spy on
us.  Sure enough, once she was close enough to see us through the trees I
heard her come to a stop.  It was funny that she actually thought we didn't
know she was there.  The woods were so quiet that you could hear a single
foot step from a block away...  and here she had just ran through the woods
like a blind elephant.

   Sis and I pretended not to notice her presence.  There was a large tree
near by that had fallen in the distant past.  The bark had fallen off it
but it hadn't started rotting out yet.  It was nice and smooth and the
height was perfect for sitting.  So, I did just that.

   Sis went to sit also but I told her to keep standing.  I had her move so
that when I talked to her I could see slightly in Sally's direction.  It
wasn't too hard to spot Sally.  She was ducking down and everything, but
her white shirt was hard to miss.

   For a shy girl, Sally had some serious balls on her.  She couldn't have
been but 30 to 40 feet away from us.

   There was only one reason I could think of that she would follow and
then spy on us like this.  She obviously wanted another peek at my dick. 
You can't really blame her.  She was a healthy, young, curious girl in the
middle of the woods were there was nothing exciting to do.  Unfortunately,
my underwear would prevent me from easily flashing her my dick.  So, I
decided to do one better.

   I reached out my hand to sis.  Linda took it and I gently pulled her
toward me until she was standing between my legs with her face level with
mine.  I reached around sis with my right hand and pulled her even closer
until our groins touched and her lips were only inches away from mine.

   The intimacy of the moment made sis blush.  It was funny seeing her
blush at the prospect of being in a lover's embrace with me.  I mean, less
than an hour ago she had been rimming me without a shed of embarrassment. I
guess kissing my lips was more intimate for her than kissing my asshole.

   I pulled Linda's lips to mine and we began to French kiss while I ran my
hands up and down her back and occasionally squeezing her ass.  While I
tried never to show it, deep down I knew I loved sis in my own special way.
Our relationship was such that I really couldn't ever tell her this.  While
a kiss like the one we were sharing now definitely relayed that message,
sis knew that I was probably just putting on a show for the girl hiding in
the bushes.

   Regardless of whether sis thought the kiss was real or not, it still
felt good to give it.  I held the kiss for much longer than really needed.
However, it could be weeks, months or even years before a similar
opportunity might present itself.  So, I showed sis every ounce of
affection I could during this brief, yet glorious opportunity that had
presented itself.

   While I wanted sis to feel the affection as much as I did, I knew I
couldn't make it too obvious.  So, after a minute of this I decided it was
best to move on to something a little raunchier.

   I'm not sure but I think I heard Sally gasp when I put a hand on Linda's
head and lightly nudged her downward until her face was in front of my
groin.  Linda didn't need to be told what to do next.  She reached up and
helped me pull my shorts and underwear down and then off.

   I reached down and pulled Linda's shirt up and then off.  Her breasts
were now large enough for a training bra, but she wasn't wearing one at the
time.  I tweaked her nipples a few times and then put my hand back on her
head to let her know I was ready for her to work on my dick.

   Sally was so focused on watching Linda lick my dick and balls that she
didn't even notice that I was staring right at her at least half the time.
Even from this far away I could tell Sally couldn't believe her eyes when
Linda started deep throating my dick.  I have to admit that sometimes I
couldn't even believe sis could do it.  Her mouth didn't even look big
enough to get my dick inside, let alone take most of it down her throat.

   I wondered what Sally would think if she seen me fuck Linda's pussy or
asshole.  It was tempting to show her that and more, but I didn't want to
freak her out too much.  So, I contented myself with just a blowjob.

   It's not like sis didn't give good blowjobs though.  In fact, I
preferred her mouth over her ass or cunt any day.  I used to like her
asshole a little more than her throat, but her ass isn't as tight as it
used to be.  It's still pretty damn tight but nothing compared to her tiny
throat.  Her throat never seemed to loosen up.  The only draw back was that
her mouth was so small that she couldn't help but drag her teeth against
the sides of my dick.  As long as she was careful though, she never really
caused that much pain or damage.

   I could have easily gone another 15 to 20 minutes like this, but I knew
that every minute we were exposed like this there was a greater chance
someone else might wonder across us.  So, after about 5 minutes I stood up
and pulled my dick out of her mouth.  I made sure I gave Sally a good
profile of both sis and I as I jacked my dick off in Linda's face.

   Normally in an outdoor situation like this I would just cum right in
Linda's mouth.  But I wanted Sally to get a good look at my cum so I made
sure I was a good foot away before I came.  As a result, only half the cum
actually made it into sis' mouth.  The rest hit her cheeks, nose, neck and
chest.  Sis was one big mess of cum by the time I finished.

   Sis was a good girl though and just knelt there and took it all like a
real trooper.  She did put her hand across her belly though so that the cum
wouldn't run down and soak into her pants.

   After I finished cumming, Linda swallowed what had landed in her mouth
and then leaned forward to suck the rest of what was left in my dick.  She
then used her fingers to start scooping the cum off her body and feed
herself.

   I heard Sally tiptoe off while sis and I were busy getting fully dressed
again.  We walked back to our RV the same route we took earlier.  As we
passed near Sally's RV I didn't see her outside anywhere.  However, when we
passed the side of the RV I seen her peeking out one of the windows at us.
I looked right at her and gave her a smile and a wink.  It wasn't enough to
make it clear I had seen her hiding in the woods, but I'm sure she at least
suspected it.

   Regardless, I'm sure Sally would remember her time at the RV park for a
long time to come.

   9.

   The next day started out slow with Troy waking me up with another
blowjob.  Unlike the day before, however, I didn't fuck his ass.  Instead I
let him finish me off with his mouth.  He didn't manage to get me all the
way down his throat but he still did an okay job for a beginner.

   After he swallowed my cum I got up and made some breakfast for sis and
I. I actually cooked even.  It wasn't fancy, just bacon and eggs, but I was
still proud of myself.  Believe it or not, I'm not much of a home ed type
of guy.  Normally when I made breakfast it was cereal and milk.

   "You had your breakfast already," I laughed when I seen Troy staring
hungrily toward the kitchen.  "I can get you a second helping if you want
though."

   That last comment made Troy look away with a blush.

   I think the smell of the bacon and eggs was the worst torture I had
given Troy so far.  He hadn't eaten anything the entire trip except sperm,
drugs and water.  The hunger combined with the enemas and constant heat on
his balls made him so weak that I could have easily controlled him even
without the drugs.  The drugs were part of his long-term treatment though,
so I made sure he got them on a regular basis.

   After sis and I finished eating I walked over to the bed and asked Troy
if he was still hungry.  He knew he should answer "no" but even the small
chance of getting actual food made him nod "yes".  He should have gone with
his gut instinct because real food was the last thing I planned to give
him.

   He let out a moan of despair when I reached down and started removing
the bandage and heating coil from his balls.  He wasn't sure what I had
planned for him, but this single act did tell him that getting some actual
food wasn't part of it.

   I sat and marveled at his nuts once I got them free.  I swear they
looked even bigger now than they did when I first seen them.  Maybe all the
heat and binding made them swell up a little.  If they were actually bigger
though it wasn't by much so I doubted there was any danger to him because
of it.

   Before I untied the strap from his nuts, I slapped them back and forth a
few times like a tiny punching bag.  I had no purpose in doing so, they
were just so big that I couldn't help playing with them a little.

   He let out a sigh of relief once I got the strap off his ball sack.  He
also seemed pleased as I gently massaged his hot nuts with my fingers.  The
only thing wilder than the size of them was how hot they felt against my
fingertips.

   As I played with his nuts with my right hand, my left one reached up and
started massaging his dick.  His dick was hard in an instant and I could
tell he was looking forward to relieving his nuts of their overheated jizz.

   "Get a glass Linda so we can get a better look at his sperm this time,"
I said with a smile.  "I bet it comes out clear this time."

   The look of pleasure on his face disappeared in an instant and was
replaced by fear.  I removed his ring gag but he didn't say anything.  I
think he had finally figured out that begging only made things worse.  Of
course, it didn't get much worse than having your nuts removed, so I was
pretty sure he would start begging once the time came.

   For now he just did his best not to cum as I jacked him off.  He was
doing a good job of holding out also.  His dick never got soft but it
looked like he might be able to hold out indefinitely if I didn't cheat a
little.  So, I had sis fetch me a vibrator after she gave me the glass.  We
had a few vibrators in our box of goodies, but sis quickly picked the
"Reward" one.

   There wasn't anything fancy about it really.  The only thing that made
it different from the others was that it was the smallest one we had.  It
was just the standard 7-inch long, 1-inch wide vibrator.  We called it the
"Reward" vibrator because it was the one I let sis masturbate with whenever
she deserved a reward.  Sometimes I even let her use it in private, but not
normally.  She probably picked this one over the rest in order to remind me
to reward her for being such a good slut lately.  I swear, the girl was
really getting spoiled.

   I had other plans for it right now though.  I turned it on and then
slowly ran it up and down Troy's dick.  He was grunting like crazy trying
not to cum.  After a minute of this I started jacking on his cock again
with my free hand and moved the vibrator to his nuts.  This definitely got
him going.  However, before he could reach his peak I decided I wanted this
climax to be one of his strongest so I quickly moved the vibrator down
until it pushed hard against the 3-inch plug that was still up his ass.

   "Fuck!" Troy groaned as he started to cum.

   Linda was there already holding the glass so that none of Troy's jizz
would be wasted.  As God as my witness, Troy filled that glass at least a
1/3 of the way.  It was simply amazing how much cum the guy could produce.

   I was sitting there holding the glass for him to see when he finally
caught his breath and opened his eyes.  The liquid was a little murky, but
there was no white sperm to be seen in the mixture.

   "Hmm," I said as I held the mixture up to the light as though I was
trying to judge its consistency or something.  "Yep, go get me the shears
out of the toolbox."

   Linda turned and went looking for the toolbox, but not before she gave
me a worried look.  Until now she knew it was just a mind game.  I could
tell that now she wasn't so sure.  If I had her half convinced though, then
I was certain Troy was.

   "Please don't," Troy finally started begging.

   "Shh, it will be over quick," I whispered to him.  "I'll have you
stitched up and good as new in no time.  I tell you what, if you are a good
boy and take it like a man I will even fry your nuts up and let you eat
them for lunch.  I know you are still hungry."

   Troy started wretching but nothing came out.  We could hear Linda in the
background digging through the toolbox.  When Linda walked back with the
shears, you could just see Troy's mind working at a thousand miles an hour
trying to think of a way out.

   "You can fuck my ass and mouth," Troy said as I used the leather strip
to tie his nuts off again.

   "I can already do that," I replied with a laugh.

   "I'll...  I'll lick your ass," he quickly added to the pile when I
reached down with the shears.

   I stopped and looked up at him like I was considering his offer.

   "You would willingly and gladly take it up the ass, suck my dick and rim
my hole whenever I asked?" I finally asked.

   "Yes!  God yes!" he replied with hope in his voice.

   "I don't know," I said after a moment.  "I get all those things
willingly from Linda already."

   I went to reach down with the shears again but stopped just short of his
nuts.

   "Well, there is one thing sis doesn't do for me," I finally said.

   I could tell Troy didn't care what it was as long as it meant keeping
his nuts.  I glanced back at Linda for a second, then leaned down and
whispered it into Troy's ear as though it was some kind of secret from sis.

   Troy's eyes got huge and a look of disgust crossed his face, but he
nodded in agreement.

   "So, you will do that and all those other things whenever I ask?" I said
once more to make sure he understood the terms.

   He couldn't bring himself to say it, so he just nodded "yes".

   "Okay, but if you back out of the deal then you know what happens," I
said.

   I handed the shears back to Linda.  While she was putting them away I
got Troy his morning dose of drugs.  Instead of water though, I had him
wash them down with his cum from the glass.  The thought of drinking his
own cum still disgusted him, but he gladly did it in order not to tick me
off.

   "Sis, why don't you take a 10 minute walk," I said after she came back
to the bed.  "Troy and I have a little business to take care of."

   While I'm sure she was a little curious, she didn't seem to care too
much what Troy and I might do while she was gone.  She just threw her shoes
on and went outside.  I smiled when I seen her check her watch as she left
the RV.  After seeing what I was putting Troy through, you could bet she
would be back in exactly 10 minutes; not one minute before or after.

   I locked the door once she was outside and then came back into the
bedroom and grabbed Troy.  I dragged him into the bathroom and then got him
into a kneeling position in the small shower.

   He knew what was coming and was crying like a baby.  He was crying
almost as bad as when I fucked his ass.  Unlike then, however, this wasn't
going to cause any real physical pain.  Mental pain, well, that was a
completely different story.

   As Troy knelt there in the shower, I could tell that he was trying to
buy time.  He knew me well enough by now to know that I wasn't going to
change my plans mid stream.  No, he was just stalling in hopes that the
drugs would kick in before he had to perform this new task.  Part of me
actually felt sorry for Troy.  That part of me debated waiting 5 minutes
for the drugs to start numbing his mind a little.  Another part of me,
however, remembered what Troy planned to do to sis and I.  It was this part
that won out.

   "Remember what I told you," I said as I pointed my dick at him.

   I have to admit, despite all his crying, Troy sometimes displayed a lot
of mental strength.  I didn't even have to threaten him again.  When he
knew I was in position he just tilted his head back and opened his mouth
like he was supposed to.  A second later I let loose a stream of piss.

   The tip of my dick was only a few inches from his mouth, so it wasn't
hard to hit the target.  I squeezed my dick in my hand and did my best to
ensure the stream wasn't too strong.  This wasn't for his benefit though. I
just didn't want to give him any excuses for spilling any of it.

   I'm not sure if it was despair, disgust or both, but he let out this
very sad groan as his mouth filled with my piss.  He knew he only had
seconds before he would have to actually start swallowing.  To my surprise,
he actually opened his eyes right as he started to chug the piss down.  To
this day, I'm not sure if another part of his mind had just broken or if
for some reason he just needed visual evidence that someone was actually
pissing in his mouth.

   I don't know, maybe he just figured that I would get stage fright or
something if he was staring at me while I pissed.  If that was his goal
then it didn't work.  If anything, it just made me want to prolong the
activity even further.  Unfortunately, I hadn't drank that much and didn't
have but a minute's worth of piss for him.

   Luckily, a slave is never disappointed when it comes to drinking piss.
If the master drinks lots of water than the slave gets lots of piss.  If
the master drinks very little water then the slave gets very little piss;
however, that small amount isn't distilled as much and thus tastes a lot
stronger.

   So, while Troy didn't have to chug too much of the liquid, he did
display a great deal of disgust as he did so.  The look on his face was so
priceless that I was jacking on my cock before the last drops of piss had
even landed in his mouth.  He was still working on the last of the piss in
his mouth when I filled it back up with cum.

   "Don't swallow that yet," I told him after he had already drank half of
it down.  "Close your mouth and hold it until I tell you otherwise."

   Troy was confused but did what he was told.  I then turned the shower on
to clean off what little sperm and piss had escaped his mouth earlier. 
There wasn't much on him and I probably could have easily cleaned him up
with a wash cloth, but he was overdo for a shower anyway.

   After drying him off, I had him show me the cum in his mouth again to
make sure he hadn't swallowed it.  I then had him swirl it around and use
his tongue to play with it some.  It was pretty disgusting to watch.  I'm
sure he thought the whole purpose behind this little exercise was just to
humiliate him.  While that was part of the purpose, the main one was just
to help get him hooked on the taste of my cum.

   I know it sounds crazy.  In fact, had it not been for my time in the
cage then I would have never believed it either.  However, if you piss in
your slave's mouth and then let them wash the foul taste out of their mouth
with a load of your cum, they actually will begin to like the flavor.  Of
the cum that is.  Or at least that is how it worked with me when I was
caged.

   It's not like you become addicted to it or anything.  I mean, you don't
see me running around sucking dicks just for a drink of cum.  However, you
quickly get to the point where the flavor doesn't bother you any more and
even start to like it.  Of course, right after drinking piss you will drink
about anything to clean your mouth out.  That was the part of the point of
making him drink the piss.  Well, that and I just liked the look on his
face when he chugged that piss.

   Say what you will about Troy, he was a man of his word.  For the
following few days he willingly sucked my dick and took it up the ass
whenever I got the urge.  He even got pretty good at drinking piss.  He
didn't like doing any of these things of course.  But no one ever told him
he had to enjoy it...  just do it.

   Another month though and I'm sure I could have gotten him to the point
where he would enjoy these activities.  Or at least, he would stop hating
them so much.  In fact, I could tell he was already indifferent to the
taste of cum.  After a week of nothing to eat but cum, he seemed to start
thinking of it as just that...  food.

   He was so hungry that he actually even looked forward to sucking me off.
When he would see me approach him with a hard on he would immediately get
into his "sucking" position.  To ensure he stayed alive, I usually let him
suck me off at least 7 out of every 10 times I played with him.  That is,
until the last two days.

   During the last two days I gave it to him up the ass every single time.
After I would finish fucking his ass I would give him a dog bowl and have
him squat over it until all of the cum had drained out of his ass.

   I wouldn't just sit there and watch of course.  Normally I would go to
the living area and watch TV or edit some of the mass footage I now had of
Troy.  About an hour or so later I would make my way back to the bed area
where he was chained up.

   I fucked him three times that first morning and each time the bowl was
always 1/4 full of my cum when I would check later.  This was pretty much
my full load so I knew he was just draining it into the bowl and then
waiting for me to empty it.  I never chastised him or anything.  I would
just empty the bowl in the toilet and either go back to the TV or fuck his
ass again.

   I expected him to hold out like this for at least 2 or 3 days.  However,
he had come along a lot further than I thought, because the fourth time I
checked the bowl that day it was empty.  I immediately went back to the TV
area and pulled up the footage from the prior 30 minutes.  Sure enough, he
had expelled it into the bowl and then turned around and licked it all up
with his tongue.

   We gave Troy daily enemas so the cum was clean and all that.  But still,
this was a major step.  When I seen him take this step so soon I knew he
was pretty much broken now.  Not only did he eat the cum that time but did
so every time following that.

   I had taken Troy on just for the fun of it.  However, now that he was
broken in so much it would become increasingly harder to humiliate him. 
That sounded too much like actual work, so by the end of the second day of
him willingly eating the cum from the bowl, I decided it was time to let
him go free.

   10.

   A part of me actually wanted to stay in the RV park and play with Troy
for yet another week or two.  Of course, a part of me also wanted to do
things like rape that little Girl Scout also.  But you can't always get
what you want.

   If we stayed any longer in the park the owners were definitely going to
start asking questions.  The park was so near vacant that the owners would
surely notice soon that they never actually seen our parents.  While I had
ID to get me out of that pickle, it would still look suspicious, especially
when you consider the fact that sis and I seldom ever left the RV.

   So, reluctantly, we hit the road again.  It took us an additional 2 days
to finish the journey to Florida.  Well, we really didn't go to Florida. 
Or at least not to the heart of the state where most tourists normally
went.

   During our time at the RV park I browsed the internet a bit and decided
that Florida wasn't going to be as much fun as I thought.  I don't know
what I expected, but the place just didn't seem like the right place for
sis and I.

   We had gone this far though, so I figured we might as well finish the
trip.  Instead of going deep into the state though, I decided we would just
hit the Fort Walton Beach area.  This way we would not have to deal with
the messed up traffic of the bigger cities.  If this area turned out to be
better than expected then we would go on deeper into the state.

   As it turned out, the area was even worse than expected.  It wasn't a
total loss though.  My main goal was just to see the ocean and we
accomplished that.  Well, I think technically it was the Gulf but it was
all the same thing in my book.

   We were there for less than a day before I already felt like leaving. 
Sis got real upset when she seen me mapping a new course toward California.
She even started crying.  Apparently, at some point she got it into her
head that we were going to go to Disney Land.  I'd only mentioned it once
and that was during my conversations with Troy when we first picked him up
over a week ago.  I explained to sis that I had only told him that as a
reason for us traveling that direction.  I had never actually planned for
us to stop there.  Regardless, she still cried for over an hour.

   While I still had no plans to go see fucking Mickey, Linda's protest did
get me thinking about how fast we were leaving this state already.  At this
rate we would travel through every state in the continental U.S.  in less
than a year.  Then what?

   I made a vow to myself that we would stay at least one month in each
main location we stopped at.  Not every state we drove through of course,
just the main stops.  Eventually I would make every state a "main" stop,
but right now there were a few places like California that I just couldn't
wait to see.

   I thought about not activating this new policy until California. 
However, I just knew that if I did that here then I would do it again in
California if I didn't like it there either.  If you haven't figured out
yet, I'm not an easy person to please sometimes.  If I stopped at only the
places I absolutely loved then I could end up never stopping.

   I figured if I made myself stop for at least a month then each place
might actually start to grow on me...  even this shit hole.  I hate to
admit it, but it actually worked.  Within the first week, Florida even
started to grow on me a little.  I probably would have liked the area more
though if the weather had been warmer.  There seemed to be nothing to do in
the area but go to the beach and to the bars.  However, even with my fake
ID I wasn't old enough to have any fun at the bars.  So that just left me
the beach.

   It was warm enough to go for walks on the beach, but still a hair too
cold to swim and stuff.  There were some people doing it anyway, but I
never did until our last week there.  I had plenty to do those first few
weeks anyway.  For example, I still had to release Troy.

   Releasing Troy was a lot easier than you might think.  All I had to do
was drug him up good and drop him off.  Well, it was actually a little
harder than that.  If I just released him he would probably end up going to
the hospital or something once the drugs wore off and the withdraw symptoms
started.  That could lead to complications.  He was drugged up most of the
time but he probably could give a rough sketch of what I looked like and a
general idea of what type of RV we had.

   So, to help keep that from happening, I decided to teach him how to
fish. I'm sure you have heard the saying a thousand times in the past.  You
give someone a fish and they will eat for a day, if you teach them how to
fish then they will eat for a lifetime...  or, in this case, hopefully at
least 1 month.

   It only took me a few days to accomplish this.  First, I stopped giving
him the drugs.  This quickly taught him why he needed to "fish".  I then
located a drug dealer.  There supposedly were tons of these in the area,
but I had a bitch of a time finding one.  Well, it didn't take like days or
anything.  But it did take me at least 6 hours.

   I probably could have done it faster had I not spent most of that time
actually "looking for a drug dealer".  After almost 4 hours of doing that
it finally dawned on me that what I actually needed to look for was a "drug
addict".  This wasn't hard to find at all.  Some drug addicts look just
like you and I.  However, there are a good number that don't even bother
putting on a "disguise".  You can tell they are addicts the second you see
them.

   I hit pay dirt on the very first one I approached.  He was standing
around the corner of a 7-11 begging for change.  I took him for a drunk at
first, but once I got close enough to see his eyes I knew he was an addict.
All it took was $20 and I had directions to his dealer.  I made sure he
could see the fake gun tucked into my pants, but I was still certain he
probably was lying to me about the location.  Surprisingly, he had told the
truth.

   The dealer was set up behind a bar in the poorer side of town.  I didn't
want to risk getting busted or anything, so I didn't dare go up to him.  I
did watch him from a distance for almost an hour and he definitely was
dealing drugs.

   Anyway, now all I had to do was show Troy how to make money.  This was
the easy part.  Even with the drugs in his system and the lack of food
lately, Troy was still a good-looking guy.  There was a truck stop not far
from where the dealer was set up.  Plus, there was a park less than 2
blocks from there.  Someone as good looking as Troy would have absolutely
no problem making at least $30 to $50 a day in places like these.  Of
course, if he wanted to get a really good fix then he would have to
probably shoot for $100 or more a day.  I would say he needed even more
money than that for food and shelter.  However, water was free and he
already knew he could live off sperm if he had too.  As for shelter, that
is what they made cardboard boxes for.

   So, on the fourth day of being in Florida, I gave Troy the quick tour of
his new hunting grounds, gave him one last dose of drugs, and then pushed
him out of the RV.  For kicks, the day before I did set up a few hidden
cameras in the park and truck stop bathrooms.  I knew he would whore
himself out instead of going to the cops or calling his friends back in
Arkansas.  However, I wanted to see it for myself just in case.  Plus, I
got a kick out of watching him do it.

   Troy's whoring days, however, almost came to an end before they even
started.  Troy had set up his cardboard home in some bushes not far from
the park.  As such, it was here that he made his first attempt at whoring
himself.

   For his first customer, the dumb fuck picked a guy that was at the park
having a picnic with his family.  Sure, the guy looked like he had money,
but even I knew you don't approach a family guy while he's with his fucking
family.  I mean, even if the guy was a closet homosexual he's not going to
want to take a risk like that while his family is just a few yards away.

   Lucky for Troy, all he got was a punch in the face by the guy.  The guy
did pack up the family and leave the park but the cops never showed.  Troy
avoided the park the rest of that day.  However, the withdraw symptoms must
have been starting to kick in because the next day he was back and trying
harder than ever.

   Watching the videos of Troy was a lot like watching some kind of reality
TV game show.  The park was his own little island and he had to figure out
how to survive.  I had expected there to be other male prostitutes at the
park to kind of show Troy the ropes.  With luck they might even have a pimp
that would take Troy in.  I guess that shit only happens in movies though
because poor Troy was all on his own.

   The only thing Troy did have going for him was that the park was
definitely a cruising spot for gays.  A guy would come into the park and
kind of walk around by himself until he seen another guy doing the same
thing.  One of them would then go into the bathroom, followed shortly by
the other.

   Once inside they both almost always went to the urinals.  This surprised
me at first since my guess was that they would go into one of the bathroom
stalls for privacy.  After I seen them in action, however, it became clear
that the urinals were perfect for their needs.

   You see, the urinals gave them the opportunity to pull their dicks out
without taking any legal risks.  If the other guy was a cop then what could
he do about some guy taking his dick out while standing in front of a
urinal?

   They never pissed of course.  They would just stand there with their
dick and balls hanging out.  I never really thought about it until I seen
it on the videos, but there is a set amount of time that a guy will
normally stand next to another guy at a urinal.  You either piss and leave
or you spend about 60 to 90 seconds trying to piss and give up and leave.
That is, unless you are there for something other than taking a piss.

   The simplicity of it impressed even me.  After two minutes, when it was
clear that both of them were not there just to take a piss, one would start
to slowly massage their own dick as they held it pointed at the urinal. 
This normally got the other one doing the same.

   Once there was a clear understanding of why they were both there, they
would turn toward each other and nature would take its course.  The match
ups didn't always work out of course.  Some times one was interested in
doing one thing while the other was adamant about doing something
completely different.

   These kinds of match ups took place in the park 3 times that day before
Troy finally picked up on the pattern.  In his defense, he didn't have the
luxury of hidden cameras like I did.

   Once he had it figured out, however, he had no problem getting
customers. Getting paid?  Well, that was a different story.  Most refused
to pay him.  While Troy had the good looks, I was surprised to see that his
strongest selling point was his nice size dick and huge nuts.

   The guys went crazy over those huge nuts.  Even after they realized he
was whoring himself out, they would all but beg him to do something with
them for free.  Some even offered to take him home with them.  While I'm
sure Troy was tempted by those offers, it would probably be a long time
before he trusted anyone that much again.

   While many of the guys just gave up and left the park, there were still
several that gave in to Troy's demands for money.  Almost all of these were
not tops like I had expected.  Most of these were submissive bottoms that
just wanted to suck Troy's dick and play with his huge balls.  This just
demonstrated how much I still had to learn.  Until I seen all that footage
I was certain that 99 percent of his customers would have been dominate
types.

   In fact, it was almost a week before Troy got his first non-submissive
customer.  Well, maybe "customer" is not the right word to use.  You see,
this guy had no intention of paying for Troy's services.

   I'd seen the guy in the bathroom a few times earlier in the week.  He
even tried to get Troy to give him a freebee a couple times.  I think it
was Troy's refusal that had set the guy off.  Not only was Troy taking care
of all the submissive bottoms but he wasn't even willing to compensate the
dominates for free.  This apparently didn't set well with this particular
dominate.

   The guy didn't even bother with the urinal ritual.  He just put an "Out
of Order" sign on the door, walked in and told Troy to strip down.  Troy
just stood there with a stupid look on his face until the guy gave him a
good slap.

   The slap was all it took to get Troy's slave training to kick in.  He
was fully naked in a heartbeat.  Once naked, Troy just stood there staring
at the floor in embarrassment.  The dominate got even bolder once he
realized Troy had obviously be subjected to a certain degree of slave
training.

   He took off his belt and started using it on Troy.  The hits were pretty
hard but nothing that would leave long-lasting marks.  It was just the
guy's way of warming Troy up a little and removing any doubt of who might
be in charge.

   Troy just stood there dancing around as the belt landed all over his
ass, chest and back.  It only lasted a couple minutes but it was long
enough to turn half of Troy's body a bright red.

   The guy didn't stop until Troy finally fell to the floor, curled up in a
ball and started crying.

   "Fucking sissy," the guy said as he tossed the belt to the floor and
walked over to the bathroom door.

   There wasn't a lock on the door, but there was one of those wooden
triangle door jams that most of the gays used to help ensure no one just
came bursting in at the wrong time.  The bathroom door opened inward which
meant the jam did a good job of keeping people out.  If someone really
wanted to get in though I'm sure they could.  As long as the door didn't
stay jammed too long, all the rest of the cruisers would honor their
privacy though.  The general public would honor the "out of order" sign. 
This pretty much gave Troy and his new buddy at least 30 to 60 minutes of
alone time.

   When the guy returned he knelt down, grabbed some of Troy's hair and
made him turn his head until they were face to face.  The guy then started
telling Troy how it was going to be from now on.  I couldn't make it all
out but I did hear that the guy's name was Karl.  The gist of the rest of
it sounded like he was basically telling Troy that if he was going to take
all the subs then Troy was going to give up his ass or mouth for free to
any tops that ask for them.

   Troy readily agreed; like he had much of a choice.  If Troy knew that
most of the guys that had refused to pay for his services were almost all
dominate tops then he probably would have tried to at least negotiate a
little first.

   "Take my dick out and suck it," Karl commanded.  "Make sure you get it
nice and wet because its going up your asshole in a couple minutes."

   Troy quickly got Karl's pants and underwear down.  The belt whipping was
actually pretty minor but you could tell that it had put the fear of God
into Troy.  He had Karl's dick down his throat in no time and frantically
bobbed his head back and forth on it.

   "I know all the tops that visit this place," Karl whispered down to
Troy. "I'm going to make damn sure they all know about our little
agreement. You better not refuse any of them either or you are going to
wish you were dead."

   I know this is going to sound kind of silly, but as I watched the video
footage I got a lot of mixed emotions.  Even though I planned to leave Troy
on his own anyway, there was still a small sense of loss that the role of
master no longer belonged to me.  Karl would be taking over this task.  At
the same time, however, this knowledge made me both happy and proud for
Troy.  He would now have someone to watch over him once I was gone.  I
could only guess that this is how parents must feel when their children
grow up, get married and leave home.

   Their arrangement of course seemed more like an engagement than an
actual marriage though.  But, who knows, in time maybe Karl might decide to
fully tie that knot and take Troy on as a full time slave.  Troy could then
move out of his cardboard box and in to a cage in Karl's basement or
possibly chained to his bed.  That could be weeks or months down the road
though.  Right now their relationship was going to be a little more
physical than anything else.

   "Get it all the way down your throat!" Karl growled as he pulled at
Troy's hair.

   Karl's dick was a lot smaller than mine but it was still a good size. 
It was at least 8 to 9 inches long and about 2 inches thick.  Troy was
gagging like crazy but he finally managed to get it all down this throat.
His face was a river of spit and tears before Karl finally pushed him away
from his dick.

   "Get up, lean over and grab the sink," Karl said as he stepped out of
his pants and underwear.

   Troy kept on crying but he did what he was told.  A lot of Troy's
customers would stick a finger up his ass from time to time as they sucked
him off.  However, none had given any real interest in actually fucking his
hole.  Well, none of the customers willing to pay had asked for it anyway.
Troy started crying harder when he realized that all of those non paying
customers were probably the "tops" that Karl spoke of.  There were at least
a dozen of them that he could remember.  If Karl spoke to all of them then
Troy would be giving his hole up for free almost half the time he spent in
the park.

   As Troy bent over and got a grip on the sink, you could just tell that
he couldn't believe what was happening to him.  One day he was hitching a
ride from Kansas to Arkansas and several weeks later he's in Florida bent
over in a men's room waiting for someone to stick their dick up his ass. 
At least, that is what I'm guessing he was thinking about.  He was drugged
up like normal so his mind might not have been sharp enough to conjure up
thoughts that deep.

   It's possible he was just praying Karl would take it easy on him.  If
so, then Karl was about to disappoint him.  As Troy's tears dripped down
into the sink Karl leaned over and picked the belt up again.

   "You are going to be fucking sorry if you let go of that sink," Karl
told him.

   The next thing Troy heard was the belt whistling through the air and
then the thunder as it smacked into his ass cheeks.  Troy let out a very
loud groan but managed to keep from screaming.  He also managed to keep his
grip on the sink.  In fact, as the belt continued to rain down on his ass
Troy started gripping that sink so hard that you probably would have needed
a crowbar to get him to let go.

   This whipping was a little more intense than the one Troy had received
just minutes earlier.  The hits were hard enough to cause some welts to
rise, but not hard enough to draw blood.  For the most part, Karl kept the
hits to just Troy's ass.  He did, however, deliver a few to his back.  Troy
did scream out once, however, when Karl delivered three blows to Troy's
nuts.  These three blows were not as hard as the rest but they made me even
groan when I seen them delivered.

   "Are you going to be a good fuck toy for me and my friends?" Karl asked
once he stopped hitting Troy.

   "Yes.  God yes!" Troy quickly answered.  "I'll do anything you want. 
Just please stop hitting me."

   "What if whipping you is what my friends and I want to do to you?" Karl
said with a chuckle.

   You could tell Troy didn't know how to respond to this.  Karl didn't
wait for him to come up with an answer though.  He reached down and grabbed
Troy's nuts from behind.  Troy looked up at Karl in the mirror.  It looked
like Troy was trying to plead with Karl without actually having to say
anything.  You know, give that old hurt puppy look.  Of course, Troy was
very protective of his nuts so I guess it is possible he was just checking
to make sure Karl wasn't holding a knife and was preparing to cut his balls
off.  I don't know how Troy could possibly get it into his mind that
someone would do something that sadistic though...  ha ha.

   Removing Troy's nuts wasn't part of the agenda though.  Instead, Karl
reached down and wrapped the belt around the base of Troy's ball sack and
then ran the end of the belt through the belt buckle and pulled it tight.
He basically had a leash on Troy's nuts now.

   Karl pulled back and upward on the leash until he was satisfied with
Troy's position.  Karl then stepped forward and pushed his dick into the
now well presented asshole in front of him.  Troy let out a long groan as
Karl sank deep into his bowels.

   "You better get used to it because your asshole is going to get a lot of
use in the weeks to come," Karl laughed.  "Most of my buddies don't have
dicks as big as mine, but they won't always be using their dicks.  There
are a few, like myself, that like to use their fists sometimes.  Yeah, I
think you are really going to squeal when you get a fist up this tight
asshole of yours."

   At that Karl slowly withdrew his dick almost all the way from Troy's
asshole.  Instead of pumping forward again though, Karl just pulled on the
leash connected to Troy's nuts.  Troy let out another groan as he was
forced to slowly push his ass back on Karl's dick.

   "That's a good faggot," Karl said.  "Now force yourself forward again."

   Troy tried but Karl had not loosened his grip on the leash.

   "What the fuck are you waiting for?!" Karl growled.

   You could tell Troy wanted to point out that Karl was still pulling on
the leash.  However, I'm sure Troy knew that pointing out something this
obvious would just piss Karl off.  So, instead he forced himself forward
despite the strong resistance of the leash pulling at his nuts.

   As soon as Troy was most of the way off the dick, Karl pulled back on
the leash even harder until he was seeded yet again.  Troy didn't need to
be told and started pulling forward again.  Back and forth they went like
that as though they were playing some kind of sadistic tug of war.

   The slow anal fuck went on like that for almost 20 minutes before Karl
reached his peak.  When that happened Karl started tugging really hard on
the leash.  At the same time he started humping frantically into Troy's
asshole.  Karl was tugging so hard that Troy could no longer pull forward.
To protect his nuts, Troy had no choice but to push backward.  However,
Karl's thrusts were so hard that every time Troy would hump backward Karl's
hips would slam into his ass and drive him forward again.  This went on for
just over a minute before Karl's climax finally subsided.

   Karl held Troy deep on his dick for almost a full minute longer before
he pulled out.  He then spun Troy around and made him suck his dick clean.
Troy didn't give any resistance at this point.  I think he was just happy
it was all over.

   After he was cleaned up, Karl started putting his clothes back on.

   "Don't bother," Karl said when Troy started to put his own clothes back
on also.  "Some of my friends are already outside waiting their turn."

   Troy squatted down in the corner and started crying when he heard this
announcement.  Karl was still laughing as he finished dressing and walked
out.  True to his word, several guys were already lined up outside.  There
were only 4 of them but they each took Troy at least twice before they left
him alone for the day.

   It was hard letting go of Troy but at least I now knew he would be well
taken care of in my absence.

   Troy was the first male slave I ever trained.  As such, I still think
about him from time to time and even watch some of the footage of him. 
Yeah, I really miss playing with Troy and his big nuts.

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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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