A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Attorney

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 15 

Later the same morning. 

Trainer Steve indicated that he was going to sit on the throne to shit, enjoy his coffee and paper while I fixed him a large breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon.  I slipped three biscuits out of the frozen container and put them in the conventional oven, hoping that he would take his time so I could enjoy one with some jam.  I mean this foolishness of slave chow and water was for the pits.  Yes, it was filling, obviously depending on the portions all a slave needed but you have to remember I was use to eating what I wanted and even after I had become a slave and was put on a diet I still ate what my Master ate.  He took his time and I enjoyed my biscuit with jam and butter; Lord it was heaven.  I served Trainer Steve, knelt and ate my slave chow and water.  I felt kind of bad having eaten the biscuit when Trainer Steve fed me some egg and bacon out of his hand together with biscuit and jam.  I sucked the stickiness off his fingers like a baby sucking a tit or a slave a cock.  When done with breakfast, I put on my thong and we went to the training area of the building to finish the business of training me.

I left the slave in the training room we started in yesterday with the three tables, the slaves in training and proceeded to the reception area where I met Mr. Green whose slave is being treated and may be operated on.  I took him to the observation room where we were allowing him to view the training process.  He was the black gentlemen whom I had met briefly yesterday whose slave was being operated on.  We went to the observation room where Mr. Wright — who owned William — was waiting.

From Charles Green’s Point of View.

In the room with me was a man about forty-five, nice looking, trim, blond, wearing street clothes; Steve introduced me to him; his name was TJ Wright and he like me was a master, and it was his slave that was sitting at the table.  Apparently the slave thought that his master had gone back to southwest Georgia where they are from; he is a golf pro and his slave used to be an attorney, but is in the process of giving that up.  The slave is here for training.  Steve excused himself and returned to the room with the slave.  I asked TJ what was going on.

“Well, William that is my slave, he spent the night last night with Steve, on the floor on a dog’s bed.  This morning Steve had him fix him breakfast of eggs, bacon and biscuits while Steve showered and shit.  While Steve was in the shower William ate an extra biscuit covered in butter and strawberry jam.  He was supposed to eat slave chow out of a bowl on the floor and to drink water.  He does not know that Steve was able to watch him on closed circuit TV.  William has done really well to convert at age forty-five from being married to being my gay slave.  He, his wife and I have been lifelong friends; Emily was killed in a car accident several months ago and we have been together ever since.  I have waited this long because I wanted to be sure that he was not merely rebounding.  He has done really well, but with his never really having a homosexual life style or history, to change at age forty-five is rough and even rougher with the death of his wife.  His children know and have been really supportive.  At any rate we have one last thing to accomplish which is breaking him down; reducing him to nothingness; making him believe that he is worthless and has disgraced himself and thus me.  Watch; this should be interesting.”
 

Steve went into the room and the sound system picked up the conversation between William and Trainer Bob.

Trainer Bob said, “William, did you eat your slave chow for breakfast and wash it down with the water from the bowl?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“All of it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good; the weight should come off of you rather quickly in these controlled circumstances; you have already lost twelve pounds and have done a good job sticking to your diet.”

“Thank you, Trainer Bob.  I am trying.”

Steve broke in saying, “Slave, is there anything you are not telling me?  Something that you want or need to tell me?  We are almost at the finish line with your training and you have done well so far; I would hate for you to fuck up now.”

“No, Sir.”

Steve continued, “Slave, take off that fancy jock strap you have on, and get down on your hands and knees so that I can remove the weights on your nuts.”

“Yes Sir.”  William quickly stood, removed his cloth jock, put it on the table and naked other than his jewelry piercing got down on his hands and knees.  The weights were removed.

Trainer Bob, moved his chair from by the table so that he was looking directly at the slave, who was told to look at Trainer Bob in the eye when answering Trainer Bob’s questions and to put his head on the floor and look back through his legs to answer Trainer Steve’s questions.  Trainer Steve had moved his chair directly behind the slave and about two-and-a-half feet away.  He leaned down spread the slave’s legs apart about shoulder width, pointed the knees in and the ankles out, and then sat in his chair.

Trainer Bob continued, “Slave are you glad to have the weights removed?”

“Yes, Sir, but we are going to have to put them back on because my Master wants my scrotal sack to be at least twelve inches.  When we started the sack was only two inches.  Are we going to measure the sack?”

“Yes, slave, we are going to measure your sack later today.  Have you been doing your exercises every day?  Don’t forget you are supposed to do stomach crunches twice a day.

“Yes. Sir.”

Trainer Steve picked up the questioning, saying, “Slave, did Trainer Bob ask you about your breakfast this morning?”

“Yes. Sir.”

“What did you tell him about eating and drinking out of your bowls?”

“I told him that I had eaten my chow and drank my water.”

“Slave, I have to tell you I am really disappointed in you.  Here you are at the finish line and you fuck up big time.”

From William Young’s point of view.

Fuck.  Did they know that I snuck a biscuit, with butter, jam, and bacon?  I don’t see how as Steve was in the shower when I did it.  I was so hungry.  Slave chow is not all that bad tasting, but it really has no taste compared to bacon and strawberry jam; it is dry and demeaning.  All I did was eat a piece of bacon and one biscuit.  I mean I have lost well more than half the weight I am supposed to take off.  All I had for supper was slave chow and water.

My world exploded in pain as Trainer Steve just kicked me in the nuts.

“No, Please, no.”  Trainer Steve just kicked me in my balls with his foot!  And again.

“Ate my biscuit did you?  What did your Master say to you as to how you were to treat me?”

“Sir, Yes, Sir, I ate your biscuit.  I am to treat you as if you were he.  Please no more.”

Again the kick.  “Do these kicks make you want to puke?”  Just slow kicks, not hard, but they don’t have to be hard when you are kicking bare, hanging exposed testicles.

“Sir, Yes, Sir, they make me want to puke.”

“Good.  Go ahead and puke up my biscuit, and don’t forget (kick) my butter, jam and (kick) bacon.”

“Please, Master.”

“Please, what?” kick

“Please stop kicking my balls.”

“Why?”

“Because I have learned my lesson.” (kick)

“Steve.  Give the slave a break.  Don’t you think that you have kicked him enough?”

“No, I don’t.  He has not puked up the biscuit.”

“Why don’t you let him do something to make amends?” Kick

I could feel Trainer Steve lean forward out of his chair and wrap his arms around me, lifting my body up so that my knees stayed as they were but from my hips up it was as if I were standing.  His knees were outside mine, as he whispered in my ear, “Did you hear Trainer Bob ask me to give you some way to make amends other than puking up the biscuit?”

“Sir, yes, Sir”

While he was asking his hand came around and took my balls, as he slowly stroked my sack, saying I will stop kicking and I won’t squeeze if you cum.  Don’t touch yourself.  I will help you.  Close your eyes.  Work with me, your Master is standing looking at you and he wants you to cum.  Cum and I won’t kick and I won’t squeeze.  “Pretend I am he; feel him love you;”  his hand moved from my nuts to my thighs slowly stroking them; his cock was hard and it rubbed in the crack of my ass; he used fucking motion to move around; its head trailing pre-cum, dragging on the cheeks of my ass; his hands finding my breasts, kneading them, pulling gently, teasing the nubs; kissing my neck, nibbling on my earlobes, his tongue in them; blowing warm air in my ear canal;  TJ was there holding me loving me.

Ok fuck.  The cum simply shot out of the head of my dick and hit Trainer Bob on the leg.

 

From Steve Wilcox’s point of view.

This plan has worked perfectly.  This slave is so good I thought for sure he would eat some of my supper last night to supplement his slave chow.  We use it only to break the slaves; it really is good for them as it has no sodium, all the vitamins and nutrients, is fat and sugar free, but tastes like cardboard but he did not.  When he took the biscuit, topped it with butter, jam and the bacon we knew we had him set up.  Now if he only knew what was coming.

I held him to me.  He was shaking and I guess so as it was the first time he has been allowed to come in several weeks; since he had the piercings.  I stroked him and held him up to me, loving him and petting him.  He continued to shudder as the cum dripped off the end of his cock.  It was kind of neat as a big glob of cum was caught on the end of the PA.  I looked over at the slaves in training and caught the eye of one, whom I beckoned over to me with my finger.  “Suck this slave’s cock clean, then lick up the floor and Master Bob’s leg.”  When William’s cock was clean, I leaned in and kissed him by licking him in the ear and whispered, “You did good.  You were set up to eat the biscuit and bacon so we could have the impetuous to make you cum on command.  I will see you in a little while.”  I then left the room and went to the observation room.  Good guy gone; bad guy fixing to take over.

From Trainer Bob’s point of view.

One last thing to accomplish.  I am known as the ass hole.  I am a short little guy with a big mouth, good sized cock, covered in hair and just as queer as a three dollar bill with a mouth and attitude to match.  I have been working for Dr. Tom ever since I graduated college two years ago.  My college roommate, Trainer Richard the third of the three trainers and I became lovers our first night of our freshman year and have been together ever since.  We satisfy each other and enjoy each other’s company that we have never thought about not being faithful.  We both like to fuck, me on top, him on the bottom, both like to suck.  I especially like his cock; the damn thing is at least ten inches long but not big around.  It is so long it really has a hard time getting all the way stiff which is all right because I like the way it can bend to go down my throat.  I know it may be strange but I like sucking cock.  I teach cock sucking here at the clinic.  While Steve is getting that damn baseball bat of his into the slave’s throat I am telling them how to do it clinically.  The thing that we have left to address with this slave is his reservation of his “safe word.”
 

“We want the slave to renounce the safe word.  It really is a mental reservation and we want to be sure that the slave does not have some reservation subconsciously.  We think that the mental impact on the slave will be substantial, but we are not sure.  Dr. Taylor will be in the observation room and I plan on positioning the slave so that he cannot see into the room and yet because of the glass I will be able see him for his guidance.”

Ok, slave, hold out your wrists; I am going to put these lined cuffs on your arms and feet.  Then I want you to lie down on the floor.”

I fitted him, lowered the cables, attached the cuffs so that he was face down and raised him so that he was table height, and then for his comfort slid the table under him and adjusted the height so that the table supported his body.  I caused his arms and legs to be spread as far apart and open as was possible; he was face down on the table, his head hanging down so that he had to support it and was therefore occupied with thought; otherwise he was totally open and exposed. 

William Young’s point of view.

I wonder what this is all about.  I am not uncomfortable; just a little apprehensive as to what they want to clear up.  I had little to no involvement with Trainer Bob and I wish that Trainer Steve was with me.  I realized that Trainer Bob was speaking to me.

“Alright slave, I want you to know that you may have fooled the others but I know just as sure as I am standing here that you have not turned everything over to your master; that you are holding back; you have not put all of your trust in him and I want you to divulge what it is so that we can address it when your master gets here.  Give it up.”

“Sir, no, Sir.  I have held nothing back.”

Crack.  He had one of those floggers that they used on me yesterday.  It made a hell of a noise and snapped on my thigh.

“Give it up you worthless piece of shit.”  Crack the other thigh.  He was standing between my legs bearing down on each thigh.

“Sir, no, Sir.”

This time the flogger hit the right cheek;

“Sir, no, Sir.”

Then next the left cheek.

“Sir, no, Sir.  Please, sir.”

Then the lower back.

“Sir, no, Sir.  Please, Sir, that is killing me.  I have nothing.  I have signed all of my assets over to him.  I have no checking account, bank account, source of funds, property, anything.”

“Yes, you do, and if you think I can’t get it out of you, you are wrong.”  Crack to the middle back.

By now I started to cry.  He was slowly and methodically beating my body.  Crack to the upper back.  I, for the life of me, had no idea what it was all about.  I had totally submitted myself to my master; I had even given up the right to call him TJ or Boss. 

Crack and the flogger now reversed itself and was moving down my body towards my thighs.  After flogging each cheek of my ass he stopped, called out towards the slaves in training, “Two of you worthless pieces of shit get over here.  I want you to stand beside him facing me (he was standing in the ‘Y’ between my legs).  Put one hand on the cheek of his ass nearest you and pull it towards you.  you are going to be spreading and then holding open and exposed his ass hole.  Gee, look his pussy is all puffy.  Getting some are you slave?”

At that point he reached up and picked up my cock and nuts which had been hanging down and put them up on the table under me, continuing, “Now, slave, are your nuts and cock comfortable, because I don’t want to flog them by mistake as collateral damage?”

“Sir, yes, Sir.”

“Good.”  Crack in the middle of my anus.  God, it hurt.  I let out a shriek and sob.

“Ready to give it up?”

“Sir, no, Sir. I have nothing left.”

“Bullshit.”  Another crack to my ass.  By this point I was sobbing uncontrollably. 

There was no crack this time.  Instead I was lowered down so that I could be turned over, still spread out in butterfly position, this time flat on the floor.  I did not see Trainer Bob look up at the window and give a hand signal.

From TJ Wright’s point of view.

I was very apprehensive about William’s ordeal but I had to admit that Tom and his people certainly knew what they were doing.  Charles was standing there with me when Steve came into the room to join us including Tom. Tom had given us a running commentary as to what was happening.  He said to me, “TJ, you need to strip down.  Go ahead and get naked.  He is moments from breaking and so you need to be prepared. If you were apprehensive before you are going to need to get a hold on yourself.  When he breaks completely, Bob will sneak out of the room and you are to switch places with him.  He will be so mentally in pieces that you have to act as his shell; he will have no defenses which means that you have to protect him and your doing so will allow you to make him absolutely and totally dependent upon you.  Now you also need to be prepared to encounter some unpleasantness, in that when he breaks, his mind will be so fractured that he is unable to control his bowels or urine.  He may be so totally vulnerable that he is hysterical.  Regardless of whether or not he cannot control his bowels, I want you to go there, lie down on the floor with him and put your cock in his ass; he was well lubed this morning so use that lube on the table; if he has shit you are just going to have to disregard  or overlook it.  Note I have not said I want you to fuck him; rather what I want you to do is to love him, talk to him, nurture him, assure him everything is and always be all right as long as you are there.  You need to superimpose yourself on him.”

“When his hysterics are under control I want you to walk him to the shower and wash him in a loving manner as you would a three-month-old baby for that is where he will be.  What I want to accomplish is to have him mentally for a day or so like a three-month-old as it clings to its mother; instead, here, your slave is going to want and need you to physically be touching him.”

I can do this but damn if it does not make me nervous.  I stripped down and lubed up my dick; it sure did not need any assistance in getting it hard as I had not had any relief for several days.  I left the waiting room and quietly entered into the room from the back so that William could not see me.

From Trainer Bob’s point of view.

The slave’s master came into the room, naked, cock hard and stood in the slave’s blind spot.  I put my finger up to my lips to signal to be quiet and then beckoned him with my finger; Trainer Richard was keeping the slaves under control and quiet and Steve was in the observation room.  All was ready.

The slave was lying on its back with me standing at its feet.  I repeated the process starting on his legs between his ankle and his knee; crack, “Give it up.”

Between sobs, “Sir, oh, please, Sir.”

I think that he is ready, so this time I laid the flogger on this left thigh and without saying anything and without any pause flogged the right thigh.  The slave let out a shriek.  I then allowed the stripes to drag across his nuts and his cock.

“This next one should be interesting, especially if one of the flogging strips gets caught in the PA; hell it could snatch it right out.  God help your nuts and cock slave. Slave on the outside chance that you really don’t know, I will give you a hint.  What is your safe word? Give it up and renounce it or get ready for your cock and nuts to be flogged.”

That was it.  The slave simply lost control; he screamed, “Master oh Master where are you?  Please take the safe word.  I can’t say it because it will stop my being your slave.  Please come take it. Please tell me that you realize I have renounced it.  Master where are you?”

“This flogger is going to become your master.  Say the word and give it up.”  I slowly lifted the straps of the flogger off of his cock and nuts.

The slave went out of control; screaming for its master; it tried to flail its arms and legs but was restrained by the spreader wires; it was trying to lift its ass off the floor; its head was rolling back and forth side to side; the noises it was making were unintelligible; he was almost foaming at the mouth.  First piss came out of its cock not shooting straight up in the air because of the PA; it sort of sprayed like a fire hose; then it shit, loose and runny flowing out of its rectum.  I thought for a moment that he had lost consciousness but in fact he was just spent and was lying still. The smell was not pleasant.  The slave’s master came over and I went to the observation room.  Richard had the training slaves under control for sound and movement.

From TJ Wright’s point of view.

I have to hand it to Tom so far this exercise has played out exactly like he said.  I realized that my concern and anxiety for William’s welfare far over shadowed what I was about to experience; I simply had to pretend that William had not shit himself and was not wallowing in piss.  I lifted his legs, got between them stepping in his shit and urine, knelt down and put my cock at his hole; I slowly sank down into him.  The wires had been released so he could put his arms around me and encircle me in his legs.  I kissed him, lips closed and lightly, then let my head move to his left ear where I whispered that I was here; I would protect him; I would not let anyone hurt him.

“Please, master, please release me from my safe word. Please, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Why slave?  Why don’t you want it anymore?”

“Because, Master, I am yours.  I don’t need it because I can no longer exist without you.  I am past caring.  Please don’t reject me.”

“You realize that means that you are mine to do with as I wish?”

“Yes, Sir.  Please don’t leave me.”

I switched ears, loving him, dragging my tongue over his skin.  We lay there in his shit and piss, me inside him and he with his arms and legs wrapped around me, squeezing me tight; he had a death grip on me.  “I am going to fuck you now.  When done I am going to spill my sperm in you, deep within you so that you will always have part of me in you.  I will never leave you.”

“Thank you, Master.”  And I did.  I fucked him slowly; while it was not pleasant in several aspects it was hot.  We were not aware that Richard sent several of the slaves over to release the snaps connecting William to the wires.  We were free and we rolled and I spermed him.  Surprisingly my dick never got soft.  I started slow fucking him again.  My hands were on his pecs which had become surprisingly large and firm from his exercise program.  I was in love with them.  I bit them, felt them and flicked the nipple.

When done with the second fuck, I withdrew my cock and got to my feet; the Slave immediately got up on its knees and took my cock to the root, cleaning it of debris, cum and God only knows what else.  I then pulled the Slave to his feet.  I put one of his arms around me and I put one of mine over his shoulder with his head on my shoulder as we walked over to the bathroom and shower.

Once the water was the right temperature, I put Slave under the water and rinsed the shit off of him before starting the washing process.  I washed his hair and made love to him with my tongue.  I got down on my knees and burrowed my head between his cheeks, sucking on his hole.  There were some lumps, but we were way past that.  I stood and kissed him sharing my cum and his body fluids, and wrapped my arms around him holding him to my chest.  He then washed me and when done took my cock in his mouth and sucked me off another load.  When he had finished sucking and cleaning, he simply continued kneeling with just the head of my cock in his mouth, looking up at me.  He drank me.

I wrapped Slave in a large towel hanging on a heated towel bar and walked him back into the room which was now empty except for a roll-away bed.  I lay him down on it and lay down on top of him.  He lifted his hips waiting for me to take possession of his testicles.  He was asleep almost instantly.  It was only 10:30 when I went into the room, but we were as exhausted as if we had done physical labor for eighteen hours.

To be continued...

Posted: 05/11/12