Captive

by Rubbrsome

At first, Doug felt that he was having an out-of-body experience. It was a surreal feeling: a strange mixture of both euphoria and confusion.

From his perspective, he had no idea where he was. There was no recollection of how he arrived in this room, or at this location. How had he gotten here? The last thing he remembered is simply going to sleep in his bed. Well, it wasn’t his bed; he had been staying at a hotel. He had traveled into town because of a business trip. And after a long day’s work, he had naturally found himself exhausted. Trying to find a well-earned night of sleep, Doug had instead found him bewildered by this drastic change of events. He simply had no idea what had happened.

There were a few things that he did know. He was that he now lay on his back, staring blankly up at the many men looking down upon him. He was also aware that he must be completely naked before this unknown group of men; he could feel the many hands sliding and gripping upon his body; the masculine fingers probing the flesh, the genitals and rectum.

And no matter how much his mind felt slightly troubled by this unknown invasion, part of Doug felt slightly comfortable and at ease.

It was a curious feeling. Doug’s mind glided like a kite; his thoughts were not focusing on anything specific. He continued to lay there, unable to stop the unknown hands to invasively rape him. As he focused on the touch, he became more and more aware; his thoughts began to clear.
And then quite suddenly, Doug felt quite horrified at the situation he was in. Unable to move, he lay naked upon the table and encircled by this strange group of men. He could not move his head, and yet as he looked upward upon them, he several of them quite clearly.

The first thing Doug noticed is that all the men were masked. Each of them wore, what appeared to be, some kind of latex or rubber hood. There were no facial features; he saw neither eyes, a nose nor a mouth. The black hood stretched down upon these men as if it were black skin, and ended at the base of the neck. From the neck downward, Doug clearly saw the each of the men’s naked torso appeared. Though all of the black hoods appeared alike, the many men differed in appearance from torso. Several men’s chest appeared to be well-formed, as if they were body builders. Others tended to not as well developed. Other men appeared shaved cleanly and oiled, while other torsos were quite hairy.

Doug continued to lie on his back, looking up from this disturbing vantage point. He also realized that the faceless men worked upon his without the slightest sense of inhibition. He felt further disturbed by this realization.

Lost in thoughts of his horrific predicament, Doug was surprised to feel a firm hand grip his jaw. His eyes grew wide as he continued to look upward as a black faceless head lowered itself downward upon him. He hand pried open Doug’s mouth, and he began to feel the finger’s probe inside. Doug could do nothing; unable to move or speak, he could only look at the black face looming above.

For a split second, Doug thought he saw some kind of stainless steel instrument move before his face. Some kind of dental clamp or medical tool. And then just as quickly, he felt the device inside his mouth. It was gripping upon on of his teeth. Then it was released and then gripped upon another tooth. The process was repeated several times, and all the while, Doug could only stare upward into the black face.

After the device left, the finger again was probing his mouth. Doug could feel the finger moving his tongue, feeling both his teeth and gum-ling, and finally working the muscles of his jaw. Eventually, both the finger and the face withdrew, and Doug again looked upon the strange group in fear.

Several moments passed. Some of the men moved randomly in and out of Doug’s view. The hands touched him less and less frequently. And this began to worry him; he unexpectedly felt slightly lonely without the continuous presence of their touch.

An unexpected syringe suddenly found its way into Doug’s vein. A wave of heat rushed up his arm and exploded throughout his entire body. And with his first moment, Doug gave a violent gasp as his body uncontrollably lunged upward. The many unknown hands were quickly upon him, controlling him, bringing him gently back down to the table. Doug continued to shudder slightly, now able to slightly move his arms and curl his fingers.

He was also able to now roll his head from side to side. By doing this, Doug was able to gain a new perspective. Before when he limited to looking only upward, he now looked to his right and saw something unexpected. Just a few feet away from him, Doug saw another man lying unmoving on a table. Like Doug, the man was naked and surrounded by the same group of black hooded men. He couldn’t see much of what they were doing to the naked man captured upon the table. There were too many of the hooded men, and they moved to quickly to and fro, which impeded Doug’s view.

However, from this new perspective, he was able to get a better view of his captors. When he was limited to looking upward, he was only able to see their faceless hoods and naked torso. Now he was able to gaze unimpeded upon the rest of their bodies.

Though each of the captors differed in build, they all wore the same garments. Each of them was naked at the torso. Their bare flesh reached down to each of their waistlines. From waistline, the captors then appeared to be wearing a sort of rubber underwear that stretched downward until it even covered their feet. As Doug looked at them, he realized that this rubber garment could not possibly be underwear. He was aware of this because of the fact that he clearly saw each of his captor’s penises, scrotums and even the crack of their ass. If this garment was underwear, he would not have expected to see their genitalia.

Instead, the only way Doug could mentally describe it was as if each of the men wore a black skin from the waist down. Though the skin was black, it appeared highly polished; Doug saw reflection of other captors and himself in the skin. He could see slight wrinkles in the black skin, and even pores. Doug’s eyes followed the black skin downward until it stretched across each of the captor’s feet neatly as if they were socks: no toes were individualized.

He continued to look upon the unknown captors, trying to silent call upon them to release him from his bondage. Though he could now vaguely move his limbs, and open his jaw, Doug found himself unable to master his voice. He could only look helpless as his captors worked absently upon the unknown captive lying a few feet away. They appeared to being to this man the exact same thing done to him.

Doug’s attention was captivated. He saw a faceless captor open the other man’s mouth, and just like was had previously happened to him, began to probe the mouth with his fingers. In just a moment, he again saw the strange medical device enter into this other man and subjected to the same invasive treatment.

What was going on? Why was he here?

For a split second, Doug was able to look beyond this other man’s table. And to his horror, he saw yet another table with another naked man being subjected to the same procedure. Doug rolled his head the other way. He couldn’t believe it. It was the same scene again; there was another naked captive on the table, encircle by his rubber faceless captors. And beyond this table, the same scene repeated again and again. There were no mirrors because each of the scenes moved freely without repeated continuity.

Doug absorbed the horrific fact that he was not alone in this predicament.

Part 2

After what felt like a very long sleep, Doug slowly began to wake. His mind vaguely recalled a strange experience and started to dismiss it as if it were nothing but dream. He gave a slight yawn. He tried to turn his body over but found it difficult. Instinctively, his body stretched outward and found resistance.

His mind instantly snapped to attention, remembering the strange experience of being held captive upon the table. He opened his eyes expecting himself to witness the same predicament. Instead, he found himself somewhere altogether unexpected.

Doug now found himself in a small cage. The cage seemed to a perfect cube; nearly four by four feet. Unable to stand fully erect, Doug instead got to his knees and launched himself upon the bars of the cage.

All around him, Doug saw similar cages to his own; all of them held an occupant. As he looked from cage to cage, he found that some of the occupants appeared to be sleeping on the floor. While others, like himself, were awake and looking around at the situation at hand.

Directly across from his own cage, Doug found another captive staring back at him. He tried to call out to the other captive but discovered that he was unable to move his jaw. Instead, he only gave off an incoherent mumble.

He reached for his mouth to try to work his jaw. Tried as he might to open his mouth, or pry it open with his fingers, Doug was completely unable to open the jaw. He continued his attempts for several minutes but finally gave up. He then sat there thinking. There was no pain, so dismissed the idea that his jaw was broken.

Coming up with no ideas, he turned instead toward the captive in the cage across from him. He found the other captive staring back. He too appeared to be trying to communicate but also unable to open his mouth. The naked man then attempted at a form of sign language by making gestures, but Doug was unable to understand him.

As he looked at the naked man across from him, he noticed several things. Besides being completely naked in the cage, the man appeared to be completely shaven from head to toe. As he realized this, Doug instinctively touched the top of his head to discover that he too had been shaven. He looked down at his arms, then his legs and finally his balls; all of which to discover that they had been cleanly shaven and smooth.

While Doug had examined his body, he noticed other things as well. Upon each of his wrists and ankles, there was a silver band approximately one inch wide. At first inspection, they looked like a simple wristband. But as Doug began to finger it, he quickly noticed that he couldn’t pry the band off his wrist. Under closer inspection, it actually appeared that the silver band had been grafted to his skin. He fingered his silver wrist with his thumb, and found that it moved just as easily as if it were skin.

He repeated the same inspection with the silvery bands along his ankles, only to discover the same results. He finally concluded that it must be some strange type of skin graft or alteration. To what purposes such a graft or alteration continued to baffle him.

The other startling discovery was that the silver skin also covered both Doug’s penis and balls. Doug squatted within his cage “Indian style” and began to examine his genitals. They looked quite normal other than having a silver skin. To him, it looked as if his penis and balls had simply been dipped into silver paint.

Doug heard a banging, and realized the captive next door was trying to get his attention. Returning to the bars, he found the same naked man continuing to make gestures with his hand. Doug stared at him. He too had the silvery wrists, ankles and genitalia. As Doug watched him, the naked captive began pointing his finger at his own neck. As he looked at the captive’s neck, he saw that the man had silver band around his neck, almost appearing as if it were a silver collar. Doug reached for his own neck. He didn’t feel anything, but somehow he hadn’t expected to. He felt positive that, he too, had his very own silver skin collar.

There seemed to be nothing to do. He sat there against the bars. He would watch as other captives would slowly awake in their cages. All of them seemed to experience the same awakening. They would look at the other cages, and slowly discover the silver skin upon the wrists, ankles, genitals and finally around the neck. Though none of the captives could speak, Doug could hear many give out a muffled sobbing. Finally, he too buried his face in his hands and began to cry.

Hours seemed to pass and finally something did occur. There was a loud bang that seemed to get all the captives attention. Doug pressed himself against his cage and looked down the long corridor. At the far end, a door slid open and three men entered the room. In the lead, was a single man dressed simply in a business suit. He walked casually between the rows of cages without a care in the world. Flanking behind him were two of the men that Doug remember from his experience on the table. Their faces were hid behind the hoods, the chests were bare, and from the waist down, they looked like they were naked with black rubbery skin.

The strange entourage walked quickly to the center of the room and stopped. The two rubber captors stood about a single pace behind the man in the business suit. The man in the suit continued to look casually, his gaze gliding along the many captives held around him. Doug was almost sure that he detected the faintest of smiles from this man.

For the first time in this whole experience, Doug finally heard a voice. “Welcome!” The voice was both eloquent and loud. At echoed within the large room.

“I’m sure that all you, no doubt, are wondering why you are here.” The man strolled carelessly along the row. “Well, I will quickly get to the point and tell you exactly why you are here. Each of you are here because you have been chosen to become slaves.”

The last word “slave” seemed to reverberate throughout the room. The man stopped for a moment, allowing Doug to ponder a moment on the word “slave.”

The man continued: “This is a slave market. Each of you have been specifically chosen for servitude. From here on out, each of you will be trained and conditioned for servitude. Each of you will learn on how to serve your Masters to the best of your capabilities. After your training, all of you will be respectively sold to a Master, and will be bonded upon that Master for the rest of your lives.”

The man paused slightly again. His voice seemed to get just slightly louder. “I will tell all of you now: you have no choice in this matter. You are all slaves and you all will remain slaves! You will learn service and obedience. You will be sold. And you will serve your Masters faithfully and happily. I also guarantee that if any of you decide to resist your training and attempt forfeit your slavery, you will suffer both severe consequences and harsh punishments.”

The man took a breath. “Again, I like to reiterate that you have no rights here. You are slaves and will be treated as slaves. I welcome you as we begin your training; it is our hope to educate and prepare you best to please your Masters. Let us begin.” And without the slightest movement from the man in the suit, all of the cages simultaneously opened. On hands and knees, Doug slowly emerged from his cage along with the rest of the slaves.

Part 3
Doug became oblivious to the passage of time. There were no clocks and no windows. The slaves were always kept within restricted rooms and never permitted outdoors. Because of this, he and the other slaves had no idea as to what time of day it was, nor how many days had passed since they had been abducted.

The slaves immediately began their training after the introduction from the man in the suit. When the cage doors had opened, Doug had crawled out and weakly stood up. From being kept within that cage for a long duration, and perhaps the horrific realization of unwillingly being made a slave, he found that his arms and legs were slow to respond. Yet he was able to command himself to emerge from his cage and stand alongside the rest of the naked captives.

Doug looked up and down the line of men he stood beside. He counted approximately twenty other men beside him had suffered this predicament. As he counted, he noticed several gaps in the line of men.

The Suit walked up and down the line of slaves, momentarily stopping at each gap. “I told you that there will be no tolerance for insubordination. You will obey each command given you.”

Doug didn’t fully understand what had happened but he immediately heard several muffled screams. The cries came in the direction where gaps appeared in the line. Just a moment later, Doug saw several slaves crawl out of their respective cages and weakly join the ranks. Even from a distance, Doug could hear the muffled whimpers and saw them cradling the silver-skinned balls within their hands. He didn’t know what had happened to them but concluded it must be that punishment the Suit had warned about.

It seemed that joining the ranks was to be their first lesson. From then on, every moment was either dedicated to learning how to be a slave, eating or sleeping. There was no time to waste, and all time devoted to their training and education. The group of slaves were introduced to their trainers, which were the faceless men which appeared to have black rubber skin from the waist down. The various trainers began to educate the new slaves with simple exercises.

The next lessons seemed to focus on posture and position. Doug watched and listened as the slaves were instructed to walk slightly behind the trainer with the head lowered. Hands were to be clasped behind the back in a respectful fashion. After the instruction, slaves immediately had to demonstrate the technique.

Doug was separated from the other man and positioned behind one of the trainers. Doug didn’t notice that the trainer began to walk ahead. Doug stood in place, confused and not understanding what to do. In a flash and unexpectedly, a pain exploded within his balls. If he had to describe the pain, it felt as if his balls were being crushed within a vice. Doug immediately collapsed to the ground; unable to open his mouth, he could only express his pain behind muffled screams.

And then just as quickly, the pain was gone. He found himself breathing hard and fast, looking up at the trainer gazing down at him. Though the trainer was hidden behind the faceless mask, Doug felt disgust radiate outward from this man. As he stared in fear, the trainer returned to the starting position directly in front of Doug.

Somehow Doug knew; he slowly stood back up behind the trainer. Though his balls throbbed in pain, he was too afraid to massage them with his hands. He had to think. He had to focus. He concentrated on exactly when his trainer would move, and wanted to be sure to follow in pace behind him. He mentally challenged himself to lower his head respectively as instructed.

The trainer began to walk again. Doug was ready and walked gracefully behind. His head was lowered and yet he was able to keep his eyes on the trainer walking ahead. All was going good until the explosion of pain kicked him again in the balls. He screamed again as he fell to the floor.

What had he done wrong? He felt sure that he done it right.

As before, the trainer stood over him with heated disappointment. Doug slowly rose again to position himself behind the man. As he stood there, something strange happened. With some unseen force, Doug’s hands moved behind him and locked together at the rest. He was completely baffled by this. A moment ago, his hands had just been at his side, and yet they had moved at their own violation.

Doug tried to pry his wrists apart but they were firmly locked. It was then that an idea struck him: his wrists felt locked together in the precise position of the silvery skin. He realized that his wrists must’ve moved on their own and were locked together by some sort of magnetism. And if his limbs were being controlled in such a way, this could also explain the pain he felt in his balls.

The trainer moved again. Again, Doug followed a respective distance behind with his head lowered. With his wrists now locked behind his back, Doug also realized his mistake on the previous attempt. He had not clasped his hands together behind him. Because he had been instructed to do this, and subsequently forgotten, this must’ve been why he was punished the second time.

The trainer continued to walk. Doug was on his guard. Even when the trainer turned, Doug paid attention and perfectly followed him. The trainer walked around the room for several minutes. All the while, Doug continued to follow him under the audience of the other slaves.

Finally, the trainer stopped. The trainer spun around on his heels and stared intently at the now obedient slave before him. Doug was scared being stared at with such intense scrutiny. He felt sure another punishment to his balls was imminent. When he expected pain, instead burst a brief moment of the most exquisite pleasure. His penis vibrated and throbbed pleasurable; it felt as if in the first time in his life, his penis burst with indescribable feeling. Though his jaw was still locked, Doug felt unable to hold back his pleasurable gasp and ecstatic moaning.

The pleasure lasted but just a moment. Doug stood there feeling himself breathing deeply. Looking up thankfully at the trainer, he noticed that the faceless head nodded for him to return to the ranks of slaves. Doug obeyed immediately. Once he had filed himself beside the other naked slaves, Doug felt the unknown force unlock his wrists; his arms fell casually in place at his side.

The rest of the lesson repeated itself. Another slave was chosen, and seemed that the same mistakes were repeated. Some of the slaves forgot to immediately walk behind the trainer, or bow the head respectively. If any minute detail was lost, the slaves seemed to collapse with the some punishment to the balls Doug had felt. And like Doug, several of the other slaves were treated to the same reward of having their penis stimulated from the unknown force.

Doug couldn’t help but be amazed. The lesson in posture and position lasted several hours, and hardly a word was spoken. All the slaves learned by demonstration, punishment and reward. By the end of the lesson, Doug had walked behind the trainer on six demonstrations. He had been punished only once, yet received two stimulations to his penis. On the whole, he felt happy with the progress he had made.

And then he caught himself. “He felt happy with the progress he had made.” He was instantly flabbergasted that he felt happy with his progress as a slave. It bothered him that within such a short time, that he was already being acclimated with his new life. That it could be so easily for him to be bended and broken into a slave. He was both bothered, and yet somehow dismissive about his situation. Because he also felt curious to other lessons and further pleasures yet to be experienced.

Part 4
For Doug and the rest of the slaves, the lessons continued on a greater scale. As he progressed, Doug became ever aware of how all the lessons and activities were regimentally structures. Though he had never served in the military, Doug couldn’t help but feel that he was experiencing some sort of boot camp.

Again, he became more aware of the lack of time. It was completely impossible to track the number of days he had been held captive. Doug simply couldn’t even count a passage of day. In a normal life, Doug may have been able to count the passage of day easily by knowing when he had slept for a full eight hours. Yet having been made a slave, none of them were allowed to sleep for such a length of time.

If Doug were to describe a day, it seemed that a day consisted of only three things. One of the things he and the slaves experienced frequently was napping. Instead of being allowed to sleep a full eight hours, all of the slaves received periodic and random naps. Naps would come sporadically throughout their lessons, and it seemed that all of the naps allowed for a different length of time to sleep. This bothered Doug somewhat, but when he was allowed even a moment to rest, he couldn’t help but feel grateful and happy.

The second activity experienced in a day was exercise. Hours and hours were strictly devoted to exercise. At first, Doug and the slaves suffered greatly under their grueling exercise regime. They were made to run, to lift weights, to do aerobics, swimming and just about any kind of exercise imaginable. The slaves had no choice what exercises were allowed. A trainer would simply lead the groups to a designated exercise room, and the slaves were expected to exercise strenuously until the trainer was satisfied.

At first, Doug felt extremely weak from the exercising. And again, he felt bothered that he was forced to exercise in the nude. But as the days were on, he gradually felt his strength increase and became less aware of his nakedness.

Doug pushed himself hard at his exercises. By the time exercise was over, he found himself frequently covered in a layer of sweat, his heart racing and breathing fast yet controlled. Looking at himself, he noticed that his once flabby body was becoming increasingly toned and refined. Doug felt pleasure at his accomplishments.

At the end of every exercise, each of the slaves was inspected individually by a trainer. The slaves would line up and wait to be inspected. At his first inspection, Doug felt sure that he was being examined by some kind of “medical trainer.” When it was his turn, he was told to stand atop a scale. Instinctively, Doug searched around to find the numerical display showing his weight. But unlike a normal scale, there was no display; Doug felt somewhat hurt; he had hoped to learn how much weight he had lost.

He turned his attention back to the medical trainer. The faceless man stood there but his attention was not on Doug. In one arm, he cradled what appeared to be a large Palm Pilot the size of a clipboard. With his free hand, he was quickly poking at the display, either inputting or receiving some kind of information. Doug quickly realized that the scale on which he stood must be providing information directly to the Palm-board.

Craning his neck, Doug tried to get a clear view as to what displayed on the Palm-board. Pain hit him again. It was that invisible kick in his balls, which made him collapse to the floor. As he stood up, he mentally cursed himself for not following the correct posture of a slave.

When Doug stood back up at attention, the medical trainer then examined him. He would look into Doug’s mouth; he would also feel around his body including the penis and scrotum. The masculine hands held him. The trainer would lift an arm, perhaps inspecting the progress Doug had made while exercising. Then he may finger prod into Doug’s ass. Other times, the trainer simply moved his hands along the slave’s flesh, inspecting it closely. Doug never knew what to expect from the medical trainer. Doug began to feel more and more like a specimen or an animal to be inspected. And then he would mentally remind himself that he was a slave. At first this bothered Doug, but after each of the exercises, he became more used to this invasive procedure.

On the repeated examination, Doug was careful not to attempt to look the Palm-board. It was on his second visit, when he had not looked at the computer display, that instead of being punished, Doug had been rewarded. As the medical trainer concluded his inspection, he pressed his finger to the Palm-board, and immediately Doug felt the pleasurable stimulation within penis. With his jaw locked, Doug moaned within. He stood there before the trainer allowing himself to pleasured.

Just when Doug felt sure he was about to orgasm from the experience, the stimulation in his penis abruptly stopped. Doug gazed up at the trainer, who seemed to return him a slight nod of approval. It was from then on that Doug was further motivated in exercises; if he pushed himself hard in his exercises and was respectful during his examination, Doug was always awarded in this fashion.

A meal and a nap always followed an exercise. After medical examination, the slaves filed in line and were lead back to the cages. On hands in knees, Doug would climb in and find his meal waiting in a bowl. It seemed that whenever a meal was waiting, his jaws would automatically unlock. At his first meal, he had been repulsed at the sight of the meal. In a tin bowl, there was a mound of a gelatinous mush. Regardless of his disgust, Doug was hungry and reluctantly ate the food. Now whether days, weeks or even months later, Doug didn’t hesitate at eating the gelatinous mush. Though it had once looked repulsive, Doug found himself increasingly longing to see the meal waiting after every exercise or lesson. It was always the mush and Doug never wanted it to change. Though sometimes he did find his meal portion would be either larger or smaller. He assumed that his previous medical examination somehow dictated his meal allotment.

As time progressed, Doug found himself eating the mush with a voracious appetite. He simply couldn’t wait to crawl into his cage and dig in. This awareness of his meal lust caused him to wonder. During the next meal time, Doug attempted to bring his appetite under control. As he crawled into his cage, he immediately spied the tin bowl containing the mush.

At first, he couldn’t control himself. He launched over the bowl staring down at the always gelatinous mush. At that point, Doug willed himself to stop and wait. Try to control yourself. Try not to eat just yet. As he stared down into the bowl, an unexpected change came over him. Doug could feel his heart racing, his arms and hands slightly trembling, and sweat beginning to percolate on his skin. Then there was something else wet on his chest. Looking down, he found himself drooling uncontrollably.

He finally lost control and launched himself into his dish. Though it was always the same food and the same taste, Doug was positively sure that it was the most delish meal ever.

On the side of the cage, there was a liquid dispenser. Very similar to something found in a hamster or gerbil cage, yet Doug thought the tip looked somewhat phallic. Doug was now sure that both his meal and liquid was being contaminated by some kind of psychotropic drug. To what purpose, he did not know or imagine. He continued to eat and drink both hungrily and heartily for several specific reasons. The most basic reason was: survival. He simply couldn’t survive without nourishment.

The other reasons was because he was now addicted to both the mush and liquid. He noticed that he felt calm, happy and passive after every meal. And he simply enjoyed feeling this way.

The other reason was a little more interesting. He now enjoyed pissing and having a bowel movement. Within his cage, several devices were located on the wall beside the liquid dispenser. Through trial and error, Doug discovered that these devices allowed him to go to the bathroom.

One of the instruments was constructed of stainless steel. With one of them, Doug would force the instrument into his rectum. From there, the device seemed to act on its own. He could feel it literally sucking the feces out of his ass. It was one of the strangest experiences he felt, yet quickly becoming one he enjoyed.

The other instrument was far more pleasurable. This device was constructed of a sturdy rubber, and Doug learned to slide it over his penis. Like the anal device, once the device was correctly position, it activated on its own accord. The rubber would heat up slightly, causing Doug to reflexively urinate into the device. From there the device would begin to suck. But not only did it the suck the urine, the rubber seemed to stroke up and along Doug’s penis causing an extremely pleasurable feeling. Doug would lie on his back, allowing the device to both suck and stroke him. It felt great and truly something that he looked forward to. Yet once Doug felt the last drop of urine leave him, the device shut itself off, and Doug was unable to activate it without further urination.

It may have been a mixture of many things, but Doug found himself eating and drinking his meals without reservation. Though the gelatinous mush was provided in limited portions, there seemed an eternal supply of the liquid. And because of his strenuous exercises, knowing that much liquid was being lost in sweat, Doug was sure to drink heartily when ever he could. And whenever he felt he could muster it, he would find himself urinating pleasurably into the rubber instrument. Laying back and moaning to his utter delight.

Part 5
Besides the random napping and the strenuous exercise, Doug found that the third activity consisted of lessons specifically engineered to train men as slaves. After the first lessons of obedience, and later position and posture, their lessons steadily progressed in difficulty. As with exercising, punishment and rewards were readily given by either experiencing the ball busting or penis stimulation from the unseen force.

As Doug and the rest of the slaves slept in their cages, they would be awake by an alarm. Each of them immediately rose and crawled on hands and knees toward the cage bars, ready to emerge. They long since learned to be ready when called; many had been punished and desired not to repeat the experience.

Doug knelt beside the cage bars looking out among the many cages containing his brother slaves. Some of them were looking around curiously, perhaps wondering what activity was going to happen now. Other slaves simply knelt there impassively. Their blank faces appeared to stare off into empty space; their autonomous faces were blank from all emotion or reaction. The only movement or expression emanated from them was a deep and heavy breathing; and as they knelt propped on hands and knees, they swayed slightly from side to side. It seemed that it was these men who had already embraced their slave existence. Doug couldn’t decide whether he was saddened or envious of these men.

Several trainers appeared and the doors of the cages swung open. All the men wordlessly emerged and, in a military fashion, lined up in ranks. The trainers then led the group to their training room. The training room was very much a simulation room. In their earlier lessons, the slaves found that the training room resembled a mock living environment. There would be a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom; everything a person would find within a house, including furniture and appliances. It was in those earlier lessons that the slaves began their training into what was called: “Domestic Maintenance.” They learned to clean, to cook and to perfectly maintain their Master’s environment. It seemed like months passed before they had sufficiently learned their domestic duties. After they had perfected themselves within the home, the training room changed to challenge them outside the home. The slaves then had to learn how to landscape, repair cars and machinery, and even paint and remodel areas of the simulation house. Doug had learned how to expand the kitchen outwards by building a new wall, installing plumbing and sink fixtures and laying down slate tiling. It was a training that was long and time consuming, yet also extremely fulfilling.

Whether it had been weeks or months that the men trained were in “Domestic Maintenance,” certain camaraderie had form among the group. They worked well together as a team. As each task were learned and completed, the men began to naturally encourage and congratulate each other. The often shook each other’s hands in gratitude or congratulations, or pat each other on the back. One of the favorite expressions among the men was to lightly spank another on the ass. It was all done in good fun. And Doug personally liked to both give and receive a pat on the ass. On several occasions, two of the men were even seeing embracing each other in a tight bear hug. But this was very rare; because the men were always naked, they seemed uncomfortable of such close, physical contact.

Doug continued to ponder over the men’s mental and physical progression into slaves. As he looked among the men smiling and patting each other on the shoulder, he wondered why such physical contact was allowed. It almost even seemed to be encouraged. Because Doug could have sworn that the greater the physical contact expressed between the men, a greater and growing stimulation was felt in his penis.

As the naked men filed into the training room, Doug was curious as to what would be learned today. He felt that there was nothing left to learn inside or outside the home. And as he saw what was inside the training room, he knew that their lessons were now heading in an altogether different direction.

There was no mock housing environment in the training room. There were no grassy lawns to be mowed or overgrown trees to be pruned. Instead, the men saw many massage tables set up throughout the room. The men obediently stood against the wall waiting for the lesson to commence. A trainer then stood before them and introduced them to the next phase of their training: “Physical Maintenance.”

The lessons continued. Over the next several lessons, Doug learned about the body’s musculature. He also learned about various oils, incense and music which enhanced the experience of massage. After filing into the room, another slave would lie upon the massage table. The slaves were never permitted to drape another with a sheet. Instead, Doug would gently apply the correct oil to his hands and then to the slave’s body, and immediately begin to massage. His fingers and hands guided themselves over the slave’s flesh. They seemed follow along the contours of the slave’s newly formed muscles and physique. Doug admired the body underneath him, feeling amazed in the body’s transformation through their rigorous exercises. He especially loved the bulging leg muscles. How the ridges extended upward toward the thigh. And how the large silver-skinned penis and balls lay there, an unseen force ready to awaken. Sometimes Doug thought he was looking too hard at the naked body before him, and then close his eyes and continue the massage on touch alone. As he massaged, sometimes the slave would give a soft moan of delight behind the locked jaws. Immediately, Doug would get a jolt of electric stimulation to the silver penis as reward.

But not all was going good with their new lessons. Soon “Physical Maintenance” began to challenge the slaves’ ability to work together as a group. Doug quickly experienced this on his first lesson. As he lay facedown on a table, a slave was soothingly rubbing his hands along Doug’s body. He could feel the strong, oiled hands move along his shoulders, down his back and inch ever closer to his ass. As the exploratory hands progressed downward, he couldn’t stifle his reaction of pleasure. Doug gave a moan. The massaging hands stopped briefly; Doug knew that massaging slave was now being stimulated. Doug felt a gently peace and sleep begin to wash over him, only to have the erotic tranquility broken.

“SLAVES! You will now turn over and lie on your backs.” The voice of a trainer boomed and echoed throughout the room. And immediately and obediently, all the slaves lying on the table did what was instructed.

As Doug flipped to lie upon his back, he immediately discovered that he had a full erection. He felt extremely embarrassed as his silver penis now stood straight up like a flagpole. He wasn’t sure what to do. Knowing not to disobey the trainers, he simply lay down upon his back and waited. The massaging slave equally seemed confused. Doug looked into the man’s eyes and saw that, he too, looked embarrassed.

After a brief pause, the masseuse seemed to awkwardly place his hands on Doug’s ankles. It seemed that the hands now tried to stay away from the groin area. He would only work on the lower legs, arms or neck. Not only did the hands keep a distance, but they also became rough and hurtful. The masseuse’s finger jabbed and pinched, automatically seeking to hurt and inflict pain upon Doug.

This sudden change wasn’t restricted solely to Doug. It seemed that all the men were similarly suffering this change within the group. With “Physical Maintenance,” there were no more hearty handshakes or encouraging pats on the back. No more playful slap to the ass and there was never, never that rare hug between naked men. Instead, the men became mean to each other. They began to push and nudge each other when filed in ranks. Perhaps wanting to push another out of line in hopes that slave would be “ball-busted” by the trainer. The physical torment spiraled downward; hands and feets lashed out in hurtful slaps and painful kicks, knees and elbows struck with torturous accuracy. Before, the men had view each other respectfully as a brother slave. Yet now, Doug would suspiciously eye another slave with loathing and disgust. As their new lessons continued, it seemed hopeless as their slaves’ camaraderie quickly fell apart.

Part 6
As the slaves continued their training in massage, the rift between the men only widened. Whenever the slaves were told to make physical contact with another, they only seemed to be a contact of physical abuse. Thus, their progress into “Physical Maintenance” came to a screeching halt. Even the trainers seemed unable to stop the growing war among the slaves. Whenever the slaves started to act out, they still received a harsh “ball-busting”. Yet no matter how much punishment the men received for their insubordination, they still refused to come together as a group.

During this time, Doug felt confused. It seemed that the everything fell apart because of the men’s nakedness and that the slaves were forced into physical contact. In truth, Doug felt that he still admired his and other men’s physicality. As they continued their exercises, he stole glances at the other men. On a treadmill, he caught himself staring at silver penises and balls moving and bouncing. And yet in close proximity of their massage training, Doug felt that it must be wrong for him to feel such affections towards the another mans’ body. He didn’t know how to process his feelings, and could only lash out. He told himself that he had to strike out against any of the other naked men when they got too near.

It finally came to a head after one of their dismal massage lessons. Doug was in a foul mood. He had just arisen from a table after been poked, pinched and abused for nearly an hour. He and the rest of the slaves began to file in line, one by one, back to their cages. Doug’s masseuse walked behind him. As the men slowly filed onward, Doug felt a fleshy sensation touch his ass.

Doug spun around and looked. His masseuse was standing there with a silvery erection. Doug instantly grasped the situation; this man had just walked into him, his erect penis had touched Doug’s ass. Doug anger flashed, causing him to lose all care and reservations. Before he knew it, his right hand was flying before him, fingers clenched inward in a fist, aimed directly at the other man’s face. The punch connected causing the masseuse to fly backward into the naked men standing behind.

Before anyone understood what was happening, a riot erupted in the corridor. The growing tension broke like a rushing dam, causing the men to lash out at each other uncontrollably. Doug launched himself at the fallen masseuse, continuing his furious onslaught. The masseuse, however, was able to throw a counter-punch which struck Doug squarely in the chin. The long and rigorous exercises had only trained and strengthened the men for a disastrous combat.

And then without any notice, all the naked men fell suddenly to the ground. They began to writhe in uncontrollable pain. With all their jaws clenched, the room filled with muffled screams. For Doug, it felt he was being kicked in the balls over and over and over. When he received punishments before, it would only be inflicted in one painful burst. Yet now, his balls contracted repeated in a pulsating fashion. It felt, literally, like someone was kicking him repeated over and over and never stopping. He could do nothing. He instinctively curled into a fetal position, bringing up his arms defensively, but the invisible blows to his balls kept busting him again and again.

All the men were suffering the same punishment. All their silvery balls were contracting inward repeatedly as if caught in a vice. There was nothing they could do to stop it. They all writhed on the ground in agony. None of them could escape it. Some curled into fetal positions, other guarded their balls with their hands, and even some tried to grab their scrotums to keep the skin from contracting inwardly. But all their attempts failed. The brutal “ball-busting” broke them down regardless of their screams and attempts.

And then it finally disappeared. The brutal blows to their groins vanished, and yet the men could only squirm on the ground in pain. They were completely oblivious to the many trainers who had entered the room, looking upon them with mixed disgust and fascination.

“THIS INSUBORDINATE BEHAVIOR IS UNACCEPTABLE SLAVE CONDUCT!” bellowed a trainer. “YOU WILL ALL LEARN TO COOPERATE AND PROGRESS, OTHERWISE THIS PUNISHMENT WILL BE REPEATED.” There seemed to be nothing else to say. The writhing men could only continue to squirm on the floor and whimper fearfully in pain.

Eventually, one by one, each of the men slowly rose from the floor and filed back in line. The angry trainer stood before them all and shouted: “Each of you will now put your hands behind your backs!!!” And as Doug did so, he immediately felt his wrists lock together magnetically. He knew that he and the men were now incapable of attacking each other. Doug lowered his head, shameful of his actions.

The slaves limped painfully down the corridor toward the room containing cages. As they entered the room, each of them greatly hoped for a peaceful nap to ease their aching balls. Yet as they entered the room, each of them were surprised to find that only half of all the cage doors were opened.

A trainer stood in the middle of the room awaiting their entrance. “Due to the group’s dismal performance, two slaves will now share a cage.” The other trainers were quickly upon them, grabbing and pushing them by twos into the cages. Doug found himself held by the neck, thrown into the ground and pushed into a cage. Behind him, the cage door slammed shut with a dull thud.

It took Doug several moments rise up to his knees. Even though he was still in the cage, his wrists were still locked tightly behind his back. Not only that, but it seemed that his silver ankles had also locked together once he had entered in his cage. And getting comfortable wasn’t helped by the fact that he now wasn’t alone. As Doug righted himself, he saw that he was now sharing his small cage with the masseuse.
The cage was incredibly small. It took the two men several moments to move comfortable away from each other. They distance themselves as much as they could within the small space. After that, they only stared at each other with suspicion and distrust.

Hours seemed to pass. Doug was near the cage bars. He could look into the other cages and see that the others were all having the same experience. Each of the slaves had pushed themselves against the cages walls hoping to distance themselves from their roommates. Doug could do nothing about the situation; he would periodically look at his partner and then back out at the other cages.

Time continued to pass. Doug began to feel several things. The first thing was that the room seemed to be getting colder. Though his legs were locked at the ankles, he curled up into a fetal position hoping to stay warm. He looked at his cage partner, and saw that he had done the same.

The second thing he felt was that he needed to go to the bathroom. Every time he looked at the stainless steel and rubber instruments, it only enhanced the tension building in his bowels. Finally he could suffer it more. Though it took him closer to the other naked man, Doug moved against the cage walls; he had to try to relieve himself. With his hands behind him, he was able to get the instruments off the walls. But he was completely unable to put feces instrument up his ass.

Then he felt a head-butt on his shoulder. Looking to his side, he found his cage partner gently signaling him. As he looked into the man’s eyes, he saw that the man was trying to wordless communicate with him. Doug blinked in surprise and nodded understandably.

The two men then repositioned themselves. Doug leaned forward, exposing his ass to the other man. Though he felt extremely uncomfortable and vulnerable, he simply felt he had no choice. The cage partner was able to grasp the stainless steel instrument, and blindly tried to find Doug’s rectum. He finally found it and gently drove the instrument in and upward into the ass. Doug moan as the instrument activated itself and began to suck the feces out.

When the partner heard the instrument deactivate, he gently pulled the device out. Doug turned himself around and smiled appreciatively to his partner. His partner looking at him; he then raised his eyebrows and nodded silently to the rubber “urinator.” Doug nodded. His cage partner then was able to grab the rubber hose and place it over Doug’s penis. The rubber heated up and Doug released a stream of urine. The hose came to life; it began to suck and stroke itself up and along Doug’s penis. He moaned in delight, both from the release and the pleasure.

He finally finished urinating and his partner pulled the rubber hose off. The two partners silently stared at each other in respective appreciation. Without words, Doug knew that this man also needed to relieve himself. He turned himself around and was able to grab the rubber hose with his hands. He blindly felt for the man’s penis, groping it and delicately slid the rubber device into position. Though he couldn’t see, he felt the device heat up in his hands and hear the man’s grateful moan of release.

It was a starting relationship between the two slaves. Several hours later, both of them had lay down on their sides in hopes of resting. Doug had closed his eyes but his teeth had begun to chatter slightly. Each of the naked men shivered because of the extreme cold. Without intending to, the two men began to unconsciously move toward each other inch by inch. Though Doug couldn’t see his cage partner, he could feel the man’s body heat; he was instinctively attracted it. He pushed himself backwards until he felt his partner spoon up against him. The flesh was warm and soft; and it felt good. The two men pushed themselves into other. Doug could feel his partner’s face burying itself into Doug’s shoulder. He even seemed to feel the man giving him small pleasurable kisses to his skin. Without quite intending to, Doug’s locked hands sought backwards and gripped his partner’s penis. His partner wasn’t instantly on guard and alert. But with gentle ease, Doug began to lovingly rub and stroke the silver penis with his fingers. His partner moaned pleasurable, his penis beginning to stiffen under the erotic touch. The partner brought his face up to Doug’s neck and began to gently lick and kiss the skin.

None of the slaves knew that they had an audience. From above, the many trainers looked invisibly into the many cages. All of the slaves were spooned against each other because of the cold. All of them were now gently fondling or kissing their partners. And according to these trainer’s opinions, this batch of slaves were all progressing quite nicely.

Part 7
After the slaves were forced sleep together in cages, their progression suddenly skyrocketed. They seemed to lose any inhibitions towards their nakedness or making physical content with each other. It didn’t surprise the trainers that within such a short period of time, that not only the slaves thrived on physical contact, they yearned for it. They didn’t do much hearty handshakes or simple pats on the back. However, the rare hugs among the men became the most popular of expression; yet also the slaves now would grab and stroke another man’s silver penis.

Needless to say, the slaves quickly graduated in their training from massage lessons to bathing. The training room had been refitted with a large bathing pool. There the slaves gathered in close proximity and bath each other. It was here that the slaves became more exploratory with each other’s bodies. They took time in bathing each other. Their soaped and silky hands probed along the skin. They took special care in washing between the toes, behind the ears, along the genitals and up in the ass.

During this time, Doug and the slaves began to lose themselves. He didn’t seem to think or question anymore. Instead, he hungrily awaited everything to be experienced. He craved the slave training, he yearned to cuddle with another within the cage, and he loved exercising. His was focused and driven only to experience these activities.

It was no surprise that the slaves quickly mastered bathing and moved forward to: “Sexual Maintenance.” As the slaves obediently filed into the training room, they discovered that it had again been retrofitted. But it was unlike anything the slaves had seen. There were many metal tables and beds throughout the room. Strange furniture-like devices that defied description. And along the wall, many varied clothes and garments hung neatly from racks.

One of the trainers entered the room. The slaves eyed the man with hunger, yet restrained themselves. As they bowed their heads respectively, they all stared at the trainer’s black rubbery penis and balls. They had a longed to touch a trainer but dismissed the idea due to obedience, respect and fear. As the Trainer stood there, he spoke: “Slaves! You have satisfactorily performed each of your lessons and tasks. Your conduct and behavior has likewise improved. Because of this, you are all to be given a rare treat. You are being rewarded with a playtime. This is extremely rare so I encourage you to take full advantage of this occasion. Explore the many devices throughout the room. Experiment with the different clothing and object.” The Trainer paused for a second and looked up and along the many slaves before him. He then nodded his rubber head toward them and said: “The time is yours.”

The slaves cautiously moved forward. Some of them ambled between the metal and rubber furniture, curiously pondering its purposes. Doug and others moved towards the clothing. Most of the clothing consisted of leather and rubber fabrics. There were hoods, gloves, mitts, underwear, suits, and just about everything imaginable in different shapes and sizes. Without thought, Doug’s hands moved along the clothes, delighting its smooth, rubber texture.

Finally his hand stopped and seized one particular garment. He pulled it off the rack and held it up before him. It was the strangest thing he had ever seen: it was a rubber, silvery skin. It was a completely silver bodysuit, including hands, feet and head. Holding it in his hands, he felt the fabric and was amazed. It felt extremely thin and pliable; like it was made from a silver latex glove. He continued to rub the suit against his body.

He knew he had to try on the suit. However, he was worried that the suit was too small; it appeared tailored to fit a child rather than an adult. He looked among the racks for another, but none was found. Regardless, he had to try on the suit. Get it at least partially on him and feel what it was like. He began examining it closely for its entry point. There were no zippers, no Velcro areas to separate and nothing that immediately appeared like an entry point. There was only one small hole directly between the skin’s legs; Doug knew it was the asshole. He again looked for an entry but found himself back at the skin’s small asshole.

Doug’s appetite drove him. He began to stretch the skin’s asshole and discovered that it stretched easily and didn’t break. He tested its limits by stretching it far and wide, but the fabric simply didn’t break: it kept stretching and stretching. As he released the fabric, it instantly and perfectly contracted back to its original size.

Doug didn’t think. He positioned and bundled the silver skin. Stretching the asshole once again, Doug pulled the asshole entry over his head, pushing his head up and into the skin. Through his eyes, he discovered that he could see through the silver skin. Though his entire view was now diffused of color: everything now looked silvery, black and white. As he pulled the skin downward, it glided over his body with ease. In no time, Doug had the silver skin pulled down over his shoulders. He had to then bring his arms up into the asshole entry and glide them through the silver skin’s sleeves and hands.

From an outside view, several slaves watched Doug with fascination. It was like watching a snake shedding its skin in reverse. They couldn’t help themselves and approached Doug. Their hands stretched out and began to touch Doug’s silver head, face and arms. Others noticed that Doug still was not completely covered by the skin: he had been able to work his body up the asshole until the suit stopped at his waist. But from there, Doug was having trouble bringing his legs into the asshole entry.

His brother slaves immediately took over. Several of them grabbed Doug and brought him gently too the ground. Others grabbed the suit and began to stretch the asshole entry to greater lengths. And other slaves grabbed hold of Doug’s legs. With their combined efforts, they were able to bring the asshole entry down and around Doug’s legs. From their, they slid Doug’s legs into the legless skin, bringing his feet into the skin’s correct positions. As Doug lay on the ground, he could feel the many hands gliding over his skin; the hands smoothing out the silver latex wrinkles. Though his face was behind latex, he was breathing deeply and freely through the fabric. He could see his brother slaves huddled over him, working furiously on his body to make it perfect.

He then felt a tugging in the groin area. He looked downward and found that several slaves appeared to be tugging on a silver condom shaped thing. The empty condom was attached to the suit at the groin area. Another slave instantly knew its purpose: Doug also understood that the empty condom must be a penis sheath. Doug’s penis was tightly sandwiched between his own skin and the silver skin. But the slaves now guided Doug’s penis and slid it through the silver sheath. This too seemed like a snake slowly sliding back into its own skin. As the slaves worked on his penis, he was unable to repress a growing erection. His penis began to stiffen, causing the sheath to stretch and wrap tightly around the shaft. The fabric felt ribbed or textured, it only caused the sexual sensation and pleasure to grow even more. Doug’s penis hardened further until finally it was fully placed and engorged within the silver sheath.

Without asking, a slave brought his mouth down towards Doug’s hardened cock. Once there, the slave’s magnetically sealed jaw unlocked and he instantly launched himself onto Doug. He began sucking, moving his mouth up and down the shaft, his tongue probing along the silver skinned surface. Doug began moaning within his own locked jaw. His silver hands reaching out and finding the slave. As he was being sucked, he grabbed and groped at the other slaves body. He moved his silver hands up along the slave’s legs and buttocks.

Doug’s pleasure continued to rise and grow until it burst through like a raging orgasm. He moaned loudly as he released himself. The pleasure only increased. He could feel the slave sucking harder and more furiously. Doug could feel his semen being pulled from him; somehow it was being sucked through the silver skin very much like how the rubber “Urinator” pulled his piss from him. He arched backwards and curled his toes inward, as the sucking drove his orgasm to unreached heights. At the end, Doug lay on the ground panting and moan pleasurable.

The other slaves’ arms wrapped around Doug and pulled him to his feet. There, Doug grabbed and embraced the slave who had sucked on him. He held him tightly for a moment. His silver hands stroking along the other man’s flesh. Doug could feel his silver penis pressed up against this man’s hardening cock.

Doug felt it was time and reluctantly released him. As Doug gazed at the slave, he appeared to be a shadowy reflection of himself. Doug’s new vision had lost all color behind the silver skin. So this other slave appeared to be all black, defined only by shape; it looked quite literally as if he was a living shadow. Doug’s fingered the slave’s clothing. The black latex separated from the man’s skin for a second and instantly reattached. Doug immediately understood that while he had found a silver skin, this slave must’ve found and donned a black skin. It made perfect sense. The two of them appeared perfectly identical, except one was silver and the other black.

Doug’s own appetite again drove him as he looked upon his shadowed slave. He guided the slave downward until he lay on the ground. Doug then positioned his face over the man’s hardened black cock. And once there, Doug felt his own jaw magically unseal. Without waiting he launched himself onto the cock. There was no mouth hole on his faceless hood, yet he could feel his silver skin conforming over the other slaves cock and being driving in his mouth. He reacted solely on instinct; he began to immediately suck on the slave’s penis, moving his mouth up and down the man’s shaft. With his free hand, he ran his silver hand along the man’s chiseled and defined abs. The other hand blindly found the man’s black rubbery balls. And there, he began to caress and squeeze them within his silver fingers.

Doug felt the man slowly beginning to arch backwards. The slave’s legs widened and separated apart, allowing Doug greater access. Without stopping, Doug repositioned himself so he could suck harder and better. Finally, the man orgasm and Doug felt semen penetrate through the two skins and into his own mouth. The taste drove him into a frenzy. It only brought him down even harder upon the cock, sucking like an unrelentless vacuum. The slave moaned loudly and pleasurable.

Afterwards, the two slaves were exhausted. Doug crawled upward, until he laid side by side his shadowy partner. He brought his own silver head and pressed against the shadowed face. He delighted in feeling the slave’s hard breathes coming from behind the faceless hood. Doug placed his silvery hands on the slave’s chest; he could feel his racing heart and hard breathes coming from within. Doug’s silver fingers then moved to the slave’s nipples and being to squeeze playfully. Then Doug felt the shadowy latex hand grab his own silver balls playfully. The black fingers stroked his penis. Doug was surprised that he cock was already getting exciting and stiffening into an erection. His shadowed slave sensed this. The two of them intertwined together; their arms and legs wrapping around each other until it appeared they were a fusion of silver and black.

Part 8
After countless sessions in which the captive slaves perfected their skills of “Sexual Maintenance” the training room was reconfigured one final time. All of the slaves filed nakedly into the room. Instead of seeing the various clothing and sexual devious, they were surprised to find several nondescript pedestals located throughout the room.

A trainer entered the room. “Slaves! Each of you will mount a pedestal. You will not move from the pedestal. If you dismount the pedestal, severe punishment will be inflicted.” The slaves needed no further instructions. Perfectly following the order given, each of them moved and found themselves a pedestal in which to stand. The trainer stood momentarily, making sure that everything was ready. Without uttering a word, he fingered a remote button implanted into his black latex glove.

Each of the slaves’ pedestals began to rise toward the ceiling. Ascending on hydraulic lifts, the slaves looked upwards toward the ceiling. Just when their heads were about to make contact with the roof, an opening appeared allowing them to pass through to the floor above them. Each of the slaves emerged simultaneously into a very large arena. At first, there was a large clattering of voices, but as the slaves rose from the floor, the arena dramatically fell silent. All around them, hundreds of nondescript men, wearing cloaks and masks, silently stared at the arrival of the slaves.

“Gentlemen!” a voice over announced on a PA system, “We give you our new batch of slaves. Feel free to inspect our latest harvest. We are confident that each of these specimens will meet your various needs and appetites. As you examine the slaves, your pad will display their physical, mental and sexual attributes. Sale of the slaves will begin in exactly one hour. The time is now yours to inspect our latest product.”

Though the slaves stood rigidly still on their pedestals, the room suddenly came to life. The cloaked and masked men began to move toward the nearest slaves. For the slave, once known as Doug, he felt suddenly frightened being approached by these strange figures. The men were hidden under the cloaks, their faces unknown behind the masks. And yet he could feel all of their eyes upon him, gazing upon his naked body.

He was quite unprepared when he suddenly felt a hand grab his silver testicles and squeeze hard. The slave gave an involuntary gasp of discomfort as the man not only squeezed, but pulled downward on the ball sack. The slave’s breathing quickened and felt his cock immediately react into an erection. The cloaked man gave a grunt; he raised he computerized pad and consulted the various details of the slave before him. He then walked off toward another slave for inspection.

But as he moved off, many of the other cloaked men moved in. Each of them inspected the slave in various ways. Slaves were meant to open their mouths to have their teeth inspected. Without inhibitions or reservations, strange hands felt along their naked and exposed bodies. The fingers would squeeze the muscles, flick the nipples and probe the flesh. Countless times, the slaves were made to bend over and have their assholes penetrated by a latex finger. No matter how many times their asses were penetrated, the balls squeezed and their cocks stroked and held, the cloaked men would consult their pads and move onto inspect other prospect slaves.

Before anyone knew how much time had passed, the voice was once more heard over the intercom. “Gentlemen! May I please have your attention. We are now ready to commence the auction of the slaves. Before we begin, we remind you that all sales are final and non-refundable. Once you enter your bid into the computerized pad, the bid cannot be retracted. Once the sale and payment has been finalized, the slave can be altered and retrofitted to your individual taste and preferences. We can, of course, provide such services for an additional fee.”

“Now to begin with our first product.” Across the room, one of the slave’s pedestal rose above the crowd of bidders. All of the cloaked men watched as the naked slave was elevated above their heads, now easy for the entire room to see. “The auction is now open!”

The room went silent. All of the masked men stared furiously at their computer pads. Their fingers worked madly at the numbers before them. The price for the slave continued to rise higher and higher. Within a short time, it seemed that only a few of the cloaked men continued to participate in the bidding. And then finally the voice announced: “Sold!”

And without warning, the slave who had been elevated began to lower to the ground. Except as he neared the ground, the floor opened up and he disappeared back to the training room below.
“Now for our second slave.” Again the process was repeated. A slave was elevated slightly for all to see, and the bidding immediately began. When the price had been reached and the announcer cried “Sold”, the slave was then lowered down through the floor. The slave auction continued until finally it was Doug’s turn.

He suddenly felt his pedestal came to life and ascend upward. He saw all the faces turn toward him. With so many eyes upon him, he felt both nervous and excited. His cock began to harden at the prospect of belonging to one of these unknown eyes. He looked out among these men, and watched them begin to work upon the computer pads. The slave tried to follow the movement; he tried to see which of these bidders kept upping the price. Who was willing to pay? Who would it be?

But before he knew it, he was being lowered through the floor. He tried turn around to see who was the winner, but he quickly sank beneath the crowd into the room below. He looked down into the training room, expecting to find his brother slaves, but the room was entirely empty except for one trainer. As the pedestal touched the floor, the trainer spoke: “Congratulations. You have been sufficiently trained, prepared and now sold as a slave. You are now the property of your Master. Prior to entering the auction, your Master requested specific physical alterations for any of his acquisitions. You will now follow me.”

Doug didn’t really know what this meant. But the trainer immediately turned and walked out of the room. Doug was now a perfectly honed slave. He seemed to instinctively anticipate the trainer, and immediately followed his every action. He kept his head respectively bowed and hands behind him. He followed willingly and unquestionably.

They at last entered a room the slave had never seen. Inside, he found his brother slaves. As Doug looked to his right, he found one of his brethren lying spread-eagle on a table. One of the trainers stood over him, with a strange instrument. Doug sneaked a glance and watched as the trainer came down, piercing the slaves penis and fitted him for a ring. Other slaves stood in line beside the table, awaiting their own personal piercing desired by their Masters. On the opposite room, it looked as if several slaves were receiving tattoos. Doug was unable to see more because he kept close behind his escort.

His trainer finally led him to what looked like a clear plastic tank, about three times the size of a bathtub. Next to the clear tank, there was another identical tank except that it was filled with a black liquid substance. The liquid within the tank looked thick like tar and completely unable to see through. Doug’s trainer approached the empty, clear tank and began interacting with a computer console. As the trainer worked, Doug continued to try to look into the black liquid tank. The top of the tank was also clear and showed the black liquid within. Every second or two, a bubble would float and rise to the tanks ceiling. Doug watched the bubbles continue to appear and wondered about its source. As he stared, he saw that the black liquid was swishing and moving about within. And then a black hand pressed itself against the inner wall of the tank. Doug finally understood that one of his brother slaves was inside the tank.

Doug looked at away and at his trainer, suddenly very frightened. However, he quickly saw the trainer had activated the tank. The top of the empty tank opened, the lid slid sideways allowing access to the inside. The trainer silently gestured for Doug to step into the tank. Obediently, Doug immediately climbed several steps and stepped down onto the clear tank. He stood there, vainly attempting to master his shivering and fear. Unable to control himself, Doug urinated into the tank. The warm piss splashed at his feet and collected along the tank’s bottom.

“Try to remain calm,” said the trainer. “Now turn around.” The slave did as was told, and immediately felt the trainer inserting something into each ear. The room went quite but he could still hear the trainer vaguely. As Doug waited, he then saw the trainer approach him. Several plugs were in his hand, and he now inserted them into each of the slave’s nostrils. Unable to breath through his nose, Doug had to now open his mouth. The fear heightened; his breathes became short and quick.

Looking into the slave’s eyes, the trainer said: “Now bend over!” When Doug bent over, he felt the trainer enter a butt-plug that lodge in his ass. After several moments, the butt-plug inflated yet remained comfortable.

“Okay. Now pay attention.” The trainer reemerged before Doug. He was now holding a black, rubber hose. At the end of the hose, was a metallic breathing apparatus. “This is going to allow you to breathe within the tank. You will be in the tank for several hours. If you open your mouth, you will die. You are also not to open your eyes. If you do, you will be blind. Do you understand?” Doug nodded quickly.

“Now open your mouth.” He obeyed and the trainer inserted the apparatus into his mouth. As the metal touched Doug’s teeth, and felt the device magnetically lock onto him. Doug closed his mouth around the black hose, and began to feel the pure oxygen feeding into his lungs. As breathed comfortably, he looked fearfully at his trainer. The trainer returned to the computer console, and activated the tank. Doug had to cower down into the clear tank and watched horrified as the lid closed above.

Doug knelt down on all fours. His hands and knees rested in his puddle of piss. He heard the lid close and lock shut. He brought his head up against the plastic. He looked down and noticed an opening at the side of the tank. As he stared, a black oil-like substance began to pour out. His hands and legs were immediately covered. It was thick substance; for Doug, it felt like a cross between tar and a liquid rubber. Doug moved around inside violently, but the tank was too small; he didn’t have much room to maneuver. Before he knew it, the oil was climbing quickly up his arms. He could feel the thick substance covering and clinging to his body. He head was pressed against the tank’s ceiling and yet the oil was now touching his chin. Without a moment to lose, he latched his eyes shut as he felt the oil submerge his face and cover his head.

The world was black and nothing. There was no sound, no sight, and no smell. He could only float about within the tank. He felt only the warm liquid engulfing him, and the cool oxygen been feed to him. He pressed his hand against the tank’s inner wall, and imagined another slave staring horrified, from the outside, at his now blackened hand.

Hours passed. Or maybe it was days. Doug didn’t know. But finally he felt something different. There were hands on him and they were lifting him out of the tank. They carried him somewhere, and it felt like they laid him upon a table. Doug tried to open his eyes but they seemed welding shut; the oil must’ve sealed his eyes.

Then he remembered that oily rubber substance. He couldn’t see himself, yet felt sure that he must now be a glossy black figure. He rubbed his fingers together and they felt smooth and frictionless; almost as if he were wearing sensitive latex gloves. He then felt his body. He gasped as a pleasure feeling of touch arose within him. His body was perfectly smooth like glass. He rubbed his hands blindly up and down his body, pleasurably feeling his new rubber body.

Then there was another hand on him. The hand pulled at his nose plugs. Then they found his ear plugs and removed those too. Doug felt a warm breath near his ear and felt the voice of his trainer: “Do not move a muscle.” Then the hand stretched his sealed eyelids, and carefully cut them apart. Then the same thing was repeated to the other eye. Finally, Doug was able to open his eyes and look. He brought up his hands and did discover that they were now a glossy, reflective black. He knew that this was the new him. He was now a slave. He could see it so easily now as he stared at his new, glossy black body. He would have smiled if he didn’t have the breathing tube locked into his mouth.

He wondered about the breathing tube. When would it be removed? And what about the butt-plug? The trainer disappeared from his view. But Doug felt his hand grab his now rubber penis, and cut an opening at the tip. Doug expected that to be it, but then it felt a catheter being inserted. It was something he was used to; he had grown fond of catheters during his many “Sexual Maintenance” sessions. He relaxed as the tube was fed into his bladder.

He continued to lay there, allowing the trainer to complete the process. Then something strange happened. His body felt very confined and restricted. At first, he couldn’t move his ankles, and then it was his legs. He brought his head slightly up and saw that the trainer was sealing him tightly into a black rubber cocoon.

The trainer seemed to have noticed the slave’s surprise. “You physical alterations are now complete. You will now be shipped to your new home. Your Master will be waiting for you there. You will still be able to breathe within the cocoon. And if you need to, feel free to take a piss. But if you have to shit, you’ll have to hold it. Enjoy your new life, slave. Serve your Master well.”

Doug began to soundless cry into his breathing tube. The trainer didn’t seem to hear as he continued to close the rubber cocoon. Suddenly the world was dark again, just as it had been in the liquid rubber tank. Doug suddenly felt his arms and legs free and press against the cocoon. It was a pliable material and stretch like a membrane. But it was tough and wouldn’t break. Doug continued to writhe and move about within his cocoon, but was ultimately unable to escape.

Then he felt himself being lifted up inside the cocoon. It felt as if he were being carried. And then lowered. His cocoon was somewhere …. He didn’t know where. But then there was something on top of his cocoon. It was light and seemed to shower down upon him like rain. And then he realized. It was packing material. He must be inside some kind of crate, being made ready to be shipped to his Master. And sure enough, he soon heard the sound of a hammer hitting nails. Realizing his was now very much sealed inside a coffin-like box. And he knew the next time he opened his eyes, he would be looking at the face of his unknown Master.