From Student to Slave

[Guest]

Love this chapter too!! I was thinking of more tattoos everywhere, on the face too. Shave is head and eyebrows, make him unrecognizable so he knows that even if he tried to go back to society he wouldn't fit in anyway. Piercings everywhere, nipples, PA etc. Marked with hot iron, cigars burnt. Forced milking and post-cum torture would be hot too. Mr. Miller could have friends that can use the slave too, and bring their own slaves for a fun night all together 😈

[PozTalkAuthor]

What are you doing to us?

@ChaserKubby and this story's author - we get inspiration from every story we read.

We're fantasizing about tattooing our story's character -the blind one- as he doesn't see he believes he has "love is love" on his chest and "PozCop" between his shoulders, but the real writing is "owned by: PozCop" on his chest and a biohazard covering his entire back. 

[Norya]

Definitely a PA, for chasity. But PAs take a year to heal. You should definitely make this rape-y. Don't make him submit because he wants to -- make him submit because he has no other choice 😈

[boy4you]

1 hour ago, Norya said:

Definitely a PA, for chasity. But PAs take a year to heal. You should definitely make this rape-y. Don't make him submit because he wants to -- make him submit because he has no other choice 😈

Not every heals the same as it took 4 weeks for my PA to heal but a good year for my nipples to heal. 

[Norya]

I meant it takes 1 year for it to heal enough to use safely with chastity

[Hellboy]

Fantastic dude, I can’t wait to see where you take them next

[AtlPup]

I love the story so far.  Cannot wait to read more!

[bbbearnj]

This is one of the better stories here.  Looking for more.

[Heir2012]

 

“Sleep.”

Brian’s face fell, the trance taking over. His body relaxed, breathing slowed. Cum was dripping out of his pussy, quickly caught in the thermos. Mr. Miller shoved the butt plug back inside and took the thermos, handing it to Matt.

“Drink this,” he said. “When you’re done, undue the restraints and bring him upstairs. We’re going on a trip.”

“Yes, Master.”

Mr. Miller collected the gym clothes into the duffle bag and went upstairs, dressing himself. He took his phone and went through his contacts, finding the name The Director.

“Hello,” a voice said over the phone.

“We’re on our way,” Mr. Miller said. “Get everything ready. Make sure everyone is there.”

“Yes, sir.”

Mr. Miller packed the duffle bag into his car, removing two jockstraps and two shirts. “Put these on,” he told Matt and Brian as they entered out of the basement. “While I like the idea of traveling with two naked slaves in my car, it wouldn’t do for people to take notice of you.”

Both Brian and Matt pulled on the shirts and jockstraps and climbed into the backseat of the car.

Mr. Miller drove for an hour before he drove into an alley on the side of an old brick building. He pulled the car into a garage in which other cars were already parked.

“Matt, get the duffle bag out of the trunk,” Mr. Miler said. “Slave, you will walk directly behind me and not say a word. Matt, you will follow last. Understood?”

Both Brian and Matt said, “Yes, Master.”

“Good.”

Mr. Miller had walked through the building many times before, knowing where he was headed. He had brought many slaves to this building over the years, several leaving with new masters by the next day. He glanced back at Brian and Matt and wondered if either wouldn’t be leaving with him by the time he left. He couldn’t imagine leaving without Brian seeing as there was so much more he needed to do before his new slave was broken in. Brian still hadn’t been tested yet to see if Mr. Miller’s strain had taken hold of his slave, though he knew it would after several days. Mr. Miller knew he wouldn’t keep Matt forever, though he didn’t know when he would assign him a new master. There was a man in Florida who wanted Matt, to add him to his growing number of slaves. The man even went as far as removing the genitals of his slaves, leaving their pussies as their only form of pleasure. Mr. Miller liked Matt’s cock, but it wouldn’t be up to him in the end. As of now, however, Mr. Miller didn’t know if he wanted to part with Matt yet.

They entered a hall in which a man stood at the end, guarding a door. He was wearing leather shorts and a leather vest, his hairy chest and stomach sticking out. The lights in the hall gleamed off his gray hair and highlighted his bulge which was significant. Mr. Miller knew this man well. He had once been a respected business man, married with kids, but Mr. Miller had been paid by the man’s neighbor to hypnotize him, making him a leather slut. It had almost been too easy. The man had been closeted, making the brainwashing easy. His wife took the kids and ran off with someone she worked with. In the end, everything worked out for the best. The man remembered little from his life before becoming his neighbor’s leather slave. Memories often had a way of diminishing over time.

“Hello, Sir,” the leather man said, bowing his head.

“Is everyone here?” Mr. Miller asked.

“Yes, Sir. They wait for you inside.”

“Good. Before we leave, I plan on fucking you at least once. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. My pussy is all yours to fill.” He stepped aside, opening the door, allowing Mr. Miller and his slaves into a large room in which a warm light glowed. In the room there were several slings hanging from the ceiling along with ropes on which wrist restraints were attached. There were crosses on which leather straps were attached. Holes were built into the side of one wall, just large enough for a man to fit inside, his ass and legs hanging out, giving other men access to their holes. There were plastic bins around the room in which sex toys were piled along with gags, butt plugs, rubber suits, leather suits, cock cages, rods for sounding, and every other item a master could want to use on their slave. There was even a corner in which there was a station set up for piercings and tattoos.

Mr. Miller had spent years constructing this getaway for masters and their slaves. A friend of his kept watch over the facility, known to everyone as The Director. To Mr. Miller, he was Simon Key, the first man he had ever converted. Now, Mr. Miller sent men on occasion to Simon to work as escorts, erasing their minds until all they could think about was cock and cum. Mr. Miller could see that several of Simon’s recent escorts were in attendance along with several other men filling the room. It was easy to tell the slaves from the masters. Masters wore whatever they wanted, whether suits, leather gear, sometimes redneck getups if that’s what they were into. All the slaves were required to attend naked, a requirement Mr. Miller appreciated.

“Matt and Slave, remove your clothing.”

“Yes, Master,” they both said, removing their shirts and jockstraps.

There were six other Masters in the room, all of whom Mr. Miller knew well. He created their mind control programs, keeping them well stocked in whatever type of man they wanted. Mr. Miller noticed Wesley Anderson, a tall, muscular man who wore a suit and was flanked by five naked men. Mr. Miller knew Wesley’s type. He only ever went after married men. Wesley was also a lawyer, often representing the wives of the men he had taken control over, making sure the wives walked away with everything, making the men dependent on him. Once they were, he had them branded on their chests with his initials, thinking of them as cattle. Wesley was a dirty fucker, and Mr. Miller liked him. Perhaps he’ll take a liking to Matt, Mr. Miller thought. He could represent Matt’s wife when the time comes.

“Welcome, gentlemen,” Simon Key said, entering the center of the room. “All of you know why we’re here. Each of you is experienced, having come to this gathering several times before. I’d like to extend our gratitude to Mr. Miller, our leader and supplier of content.”

The six men applauded.

“Happy to do my part,” Mr. Miller said.

“And I believe,” Simon continued, “that each of us along with several other men were fortunate enough to watch the stream of your new accomplishment.” He motioned to Brian who remained unmoved to the attention. “Out of all your students, I think this one is by far our favorite.”

“Thank you,” Mr. Miller said, looking back at Brian. “My slave has only just been broken in over the weekend. My other slave, Matt, and I spent the day torturing him today. I look forward to each of you contributing your toxic loads and that of your slaves as well.”

“I’m ready when you are,” another Master said, reaching down and grabbing his crotch. The man was wearing a leather jockstrap which had thick pubes sticking out at all angles. “It’s been a while since I’ve fucked anything that young.”

“You’ll get the chance,” Simon said.

“I am training him for testicle torture,” Mr. Miller said. He came to Brian’s side and kneeled down, wrapping his fist around the young man’s scrotum and pulling down, showing his already low hanging balls. “I’ll be working on extending his balls and scrotum down to below his knees.”

“Is that possible,” another Master asked.

“We’ll find out,” Mr. Miller told him. “Though my other slave I will part with eventually,” he continued, motioning to Matt, “I plan on keeping this slave for myself.”

“Keeping all the good pussy for yourself,” a third Master called.

“If that were so, I wouldn’t have brought him here,” Mr. Miller told them.

“I brought a scrotum weight if you want to use it,” Wesley said. “I’d love to fuck him with it on, watching his balls pulled down to the ground, hitting against the sling as I fuck his brains out.”

“And with that,” Mr. Miller said, “I believe Wesley has just solidified himself as the first to fuck my slave.”

The men around the room groaned in jealousy.

“Instead of talking about fucking, why don’t we simply start,” Simon told them. “For some of you, I know you have newly toxic slaves, so we will be performing biohazard tattoos later in the evening. I’m also meant to tell you that George Truss, a Master from Ohio, will be streaming the castration of one of his slaves this weekend. If you wish to watch, let me know so I can send you the link. Anything else?”

The men were silent.

“Alright then, gents. Time to start fucking.”

The men dispersed, the Masters checking out the bins full of toys and equipment before directing their slaves.

Mr. Miller approached Wesley, Matt and Brian following behind.

“It’s good to see you, Wesley,” Mr. Miller said, shaking the man’s large hand. Mr. Miller knew that the rest of Wesley’s body was equally as large, his dick nearly eleven inches long, by the far the biggest cock in the group. They had once brainwashed a man with a dick over a foot long, but his Master wanted him only for a bottom, so he had the man’s dick surgically modified, leaving him with a two inch penis. It was no surprise that the men Mr. Miller knew were depraved.

“I’m happy to be here,” Wesley said, eyeing Brian. “I came hard watching you put this one under your trance. You make it an art form.”

“I do my best,” Mr. Miller said. “Would you mind if I have one of your slaves fuck Matt.”

“That’s right,” Wesley said. “A returning favorite. A married man if I remember correctly.”

“That he is.”

“Any news on that marriage?”

“I’m projecting a divorce soon,” Mr. Miller told him. “I’ll make sure to pass your card along to her.”

“And what about her husband?” Wesley asked, licking his lips. “When will you be passing him along to me?”

“I haven’t tired of him just yet,” Mr. Miller said. “But, when I do, I’ll make sure you’re given notice.”

“That’s all I ask,” Wesley said.

One of Wesley’s slaves approached, holding the scrotum weight, handing it to his Master.

“For allowing me to fuck your new meat first,” Wesley said, handing Mr. Miller the weight, “consider this a gift.”

“Much appreciated,” Mr. Miller said. He had already bought several along with a leather extender, all of which he purchased using the money he got from selling some of Brian’s possessions. He also had access to Brian’s bank account, but he wouldn’t be taking money out of that right away. He didn’t want Brian’s parents to become too suspicious yet. I wonder what Brian’s dad is like, Mr. Miller thought, his dick jumping at the thought.

Mr. Miller attached the weight around Brian’s scrotum, but, instead of letting it go gently, he let it drop, watching as it pulled down on his slave’s testicles, bouncing a bit and hitting against his legs.

“You really think you can get his balls to below his knees?” Wesley asked.

“I’m hoping he can get them so far down,” Mr. Miller said, “That he’ll be able to put them in his own mouth.”

Wesley moaned. “God, I love it when you talk dirty.”

Mr. Miller smiled. “Matt, go with one of Master Wesley’s slaves and get at least five loads into your ass before the hours up. Understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Matt said.

“Reggie,” Wesley said. “Take Matt and fuck his ass until his ass drips with toxic cum and blood.”

“Yes, Master,” one of Wesley’s slaves said.

Matt left with the slave, both heading toward one of the available slings.

“Reggie has a big cock,” Wesley said. “He’ll tear him up good.”

“Family?”

“I just finished representing his ex-wife. She got all the money from the business he owned. He has two sons, both quickly coming up to their 18th birthdays. I think I’ll be making a reunion happen soon. He loves drinking piss. I haven’t used a toilet to piss in weeks.”

“Saving water.”

“I’m doing good work for the planet,” Wesley joked. He looked beyond Mr. Miller and eyed Brian again. “Is it time for me to take a ride?”

“He’s all yours,” Mr. Miller said.

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I'll be doing a side chapter soon about what else Mr. Miller gets up to in connection to a sperm bank. 

[PozTalkAuthor]

Let's see where it goes! 

I'm fantasizing about the young guy converting and starting to realize he's screwed... He starts whining as a crybaby and master tortures him even more

[Guest]

Another great chapter! Love the family reunion idea😈😈...Brian and/or Matt should come out their trance while they are being fucked and tortured just to feel better the pain!

[PozTalkAuthor]

15 minutes ago, ChaserKubby said:

Another great chapter! Love the family reunion idea😈😈...Brian and/or Matt should come out their trance while they are being fucked and tortured just to feel better the pain!

You're twisted, dude! I agree: everyone must enjoy the slave screaming and crying in pain! 

[Hellboy]

Very hot and twisted….

[Heir2012]

Mr. Miller approached Brian and leaned in close to his ear. “Partial,” he said.

Brian gasped, his body falling to the floor, hands reaching down to the weight around his balls. He tried taking the weight off, but he was unsuccessful. He looked up at Mr. Miller and Wesley.

“It hurts,” he said.

“It’s meant to,” Mr. Miller said. “If I’m going to extend your balls to an ungodly length, it’s going to bring you pain. But, remember, that’s why I have you. You’ll learn to crave pain. It’ll be the only way you get off.

Brian’s hands stopped with the weight and instead felt around the cock cage. “When is this coming off?”

“It’s never coming off,” Mr. Miller said. “If it does, it’s only after your dick has shrunk down to at least one inch.”

Brian looked up at Mr. Miller, his face growing red. He jumped up and started toward him, but the sudden movement caused the scrotum weight to hit against his legs, bringing him back down to his knees.

“You can’t hurt me, slave,” Mr. Miller said. “The brainwashing won’t allow you to. It also won’t allow you to run. You’re stuck here, doing what I tell you to do, so, if I were you, I’d learn to find some enjoyment in tonight’s fucking. Odds are, even with your good looks, you wouldn’t have gotten dick like this even if you’d begged. Speaking of which, everything that Master Wesley tells you to do, you will do without hesitation. That includes begging for his huge dick to tear your ass open. Understand?”

Mr. Miller could see Brian trying to resist, but his will was already breaking down. “Yes, Master.” He finally said.

“Master Wesley,” Mr. Miller said, “He’s all yours.” Mr. Miller walked away, leaving his slave with Wesley.

“I love having men under my control,” Wesley told Brian, removing his clothing. “Having them completely under a trance is good, but I miss seeing them squirm and cry and plead for me to pull my thick, log-sized dick out of their asses. Looks like I get to listen to your cries all night. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Master Wesley,” Brian said.

“Good, slave. Now, get into that sling.”

Brian stood up, the weight hitting into his legs, causing him to shudder from the pain. He didn’t stop, though, unable to resist Wesley’s command. He climbed up into the sling, his balls hanging down over his ass, the skin already red.

“If you thought your master tore you up,” Wesley said, revealing his 11-inch dick, “you haven’t felt anything yet.”

Mr. Miller went around the room, whispering the secret trigger words which would bring some of the slaves out of their trance states, leaving them incapable of running away or crying out for help. Instead, all they could do was cry out in either pain or passion as the room was filled with the sound of men fucking.

“Do you hear that?” Wesley asked, grabbing a bottle of lube and rubbing it along his dick. “All those cries, your voice is about to be the loudest of the bunch.”

“Please,” Brian said, his hands grasping the chains of the sling. “I don’t want it to hurt.”

Wesley laughed. “When I fuck, it always hurts.” He lined his dick up with Brian’s hole, moving his weighted balls to the side, and shoved half of his dick inside.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!” Brian cried, back arching, head thrown back, mouth open in a scream of pain as the largest dick he had ever seen ripped his ass open wide. Already a bit of blood was leaking out of his ass, running down along the sling and dripping down on to the floor as Wesley started pumping inside the slave.

“Scream louder,” Wesley growled, forcing more of himself inside Brian who was no longer screaming, his body in shock. His eyes were wide, searching for someone to help him.

“I’d close that mouth unless you want a poz dick down your throat,” Wesley said. “In fact, I need someone to fuck this slave’s throat.”

A slave of another master stepped forward, his dick in which there was a PA dangling between his legs, proving him to be large.

“This slave is going to fuck your throat,” Wesley told Brian, reaching out and grabbing his face, directing his eyes into his own. “You won’t bite. You won’t turn away. You’ll gag, but you won’t puke. When he cums, it’ll shoot down your throat and into your stomach. Understand?”

“Yes, Master Wesley,” Brian whimpered, his head tilting back once it was released. His eyes saw the other slave’s pierced dick and he started to grow even more afraid. Wouldn’t that metal ring hurt his throat? Feeling the dick in his ass, the weight on his balls, and with the knowledge that poz cum had been and was about to be shot deep into his body, he already knew his body was hurting and would only hurt more. It was as if these men were trying to break him down and break him open.

“Open up wide,” Wesley said, shoving his dick into Brian’s ass hard, causing the young man to gasp just enough for the other slave to shove his dick inside his mouth.

Brian had never had this big of a dick in his mouth. He found it difficult to breathe. He wanted to push the guy away from him, but Wesley’s command made it impossible to do so. He could feel the PA pushing to the back of his throat, and he wanted to gag. Soon, the other slave started thrusting his dick inside Brian’s mouth, entering his throat, the piercing cutting his insides and bruising his throat. Spit fell from his mouth and into his eyes, mixing with his tears. He couldn’t breathe, but that didn’t matter. All he had to do was be there for these men to fuck him.

“That’s right,” Wesley said, pounding Brian’s ass while watching his throat grow each time the other slave shoved his dick inside. “Nothing like a good spit roast.” He reached down and grabbed Brian’s balls by the weight and pulled it up, holding onto his balls as if they were a safety strap on which to hold onto for dear life.

Brian’s body shuddered with the sudden pain, his testicles crying out from the pain. What will happen to them, he wondered? Would his balls be ruined? If he managed to escape, would he ever be able to walk normally? If he married a man and they wanted kids, would his balls even be able to make sperm?

Mr. Miller’s voice filled his mind. “You don’t want any of that,” the voice said. “You only want to extend your balls as far as they can go. You don’t want to escape or get married. You only want to stay with your master. You only need him. You exist to pleasure him and the men around you. This is your purpose. This is why you are here.”

And though Brian knew this voice wasn’t his own, and even though he didn’t believe what the voice said, he found himself relaxing and enjoying the feeling of having his ass and throat filled beyond their breaking points. Once again, his will was breaking.

Wesley had seen this before. He knew when a slave was starting to come around and be broken, not because they were made to but because their minds were starting to turn. The slaves knew they were being put into a trance, but the brainwashing went even deeper, changing their thoughts, their beliefs, their deep desires. Soon, Brian would stay with his master without needing to be told to. He’d think it was his choice, but Wesley knew better.

“Lucky, fuck,” Wesley said, looking at Mr. Miller. “The man is a fucking artist.” He squeezed Brian’s balls, feeling their fragile state in his hands. He wanted to see the slave’s balls reach to his knees. Fuck, he wanted to see them reach his ankles if possible. The young man’s body was attractive, but Wesley knew their slaves were their canvases. Mr. Miller didn’t like covering his slave’s bodies with tattoos or piercings, but he did like to see them as perfect specimens. Clearly, the young slave’s perfection resided in his balls hanging like a pendulum.

Mr. Miller watched as Matt’s ass was opened wider by Wesley’s slave. Mr. Miller hadn’t brought Matt out of his trance as much as he had down with Brian. Instead, he brought him into a state of misconception. Matt believe himself now to be a gay slut, needing every dick he could get. His inhibitions were down, making him hornier than ever. While Mr. Miller liked this version of Matt, it never lasted for more than a few hours, which is why he didn’t use it often. It was the once trance he hadn’t yet perfected. Besides, Mr. Miller liked the way Matt looked when he was under Mr. Miller’s total control. It was as if he were a robot. Watching him fuck Brian’s ass without any sign of enjoying it turned Mr. Miller on. He was simply a fuck machine, unaware of what he was doing and the pleasure to be found in it.

“Fuck yeah,” Matt moaned, jerking his dick which was leaking precum. The other slave’s hands were twisting Matt’s nipples, eliciting grunts of pain and pleasure. “Fuck me harder. Knock me up. Make my ass drip with cum.”

It was music to Mr. Miller’s ears.

“Enjoying yourself?” Simon asked, coming to Mr. Miller’s side.

“I always am,” he said.

“Not to put a damper on your enjoyment,” Simon said, watching as Wesley grabbed Brian’s balls and pulled them to their extent, “but how exactly are you planning on making this work?”

“What do you mean?”

“With your new slave. Are you going to keep him in a trance forever?”

“I won’t need to,” Mr. Miller said. “His will is breaking, even when he’s under my trance. Soon, he’ll want to be the poz slave that he is, serving me because he wants to.”

“Because he thinks he wants to.”

“Same thing,” Mr. Miller said. “He’ll call his parents and say something to keep their distance. By that point, he’ll be poz. I’m sure that will anger them enough to cut some of their ties. Then, he’ll work while I work. I get his money. He gets my dick. I fuck him until he’s only a husk. Everyone is happy.”

“How long until he’s poz?”

Mr. Miller watched as Wesley slammed his dick into Brian’s bloody hole. “Not long.”

[bootedrbrboi4poz]

Brilliant new chapter. Hopefully we see Brian convert soon.