Clinical Trial in Submission Ch. 03

Master Dom put on his robe and left the room without further comment. I remained strapped to the chair, although my wrists were free. Within a minute or two, the attendant who had attached the electro devices to me appeared. Without saying a word, he pressed controls on the chair and tilted it back to where my ass was once again exposed. He removed the steel dildo from my ass, ridding me of the last connection to the electric shock control box.

I breathed a sigh of relief, only to then see him unwrap a new plug labeled The Anal Intruder. I heard the unmistakable sound of him squirting lube out of a bottle and soon felt the rubbery butt plug being roughly shoved up my ass. It was somewhat wider than the steel dildo, but the discomfort was not unbearable.

"You have been fitted with a one and one-half inch wide training plug, slightly wider than the electro-plug. It is five inches in length. The base will hold it firmly in place, unless you interfere with its positioning."

As I squirmed in an attempt to adjust to the new intrusion in my ass, the attendant announced sternly:

"You will leave the training plug in at all times, unless you are given permission to remove it. Disobedience will be swiftly addressed by the doctor and his staff."

As the attendant returned my to an upright position and then released me from the chair, he said:

"I have been instructed to release you from the restraints and to take you to your quarters, where you may rest a few hours until your next session. Remember to retain the plug in your ass at all times."

I stood up and walked gingerly with the plug up my ass. I shuddered to think about what my ass was being "trained" to accept, but tried to put that out of my mind as the door was being opened. I needed to be completely alert for any opportunity to escape.

I followed the attendant down a series of empty halls to a hall with a series of doors all fairly close together. I was led into a small cell-like room with a single twin bed, a plastic water pitcher and cup, and a reading light. In a basket on the floor, there seemed to be some magazines. I was left alone, with the door locked.

I scanned to walls for any way to escape but there was no window, no air shaft other than a tiny panel smaller than my head. The heavy metal door was securely locked. A small panel in one corner seemed to have a camera behind some thick glass. I was alone but monitored.

Lacking other options, I sat on the bed and looked through the magazines. They were all dedicated to master-slave relationships, mostly guides to being an obedient slave. I had no idea there was such a sub-culture dedicated to this "lifestyle," as the magazines called it, certainly not a large enough one to support so many publications.

I thumbed through a couple, seeing such statements as "A slave is not a person; he is his master's property, for use, barter, trade or sale as the master chooses." Another rule book said the slave "may not masturbate, cum, or engage in any sexual practice without the master's permission." There were extensive rules for being a happy slave, such as the slave accepting that he "exists solely to please his master, to worship his cock and to receive the precious gift of his cum." I put the stupid magazines down and drifted into a light sleep.

I woke up when a new attendant entered the room carrying a large glass that he said was a nutritious liquid meal that I should drink. Not having eaten since early morning, I drank it down; it tasted like protein shake of some kind.

The new attendant was a young white male, probably in his early 20s. He wore a metal collar around his neck and was shirtless. He wore only some kind of thin, gauzy white pajama-like pants. It was obvious from the translucent material that he wore no underwear. I decided to try to make a connection with him and see what I could learn.

"So, what's the deal here? You must be about my age, right? How long have you worked here?

The young man looked at me and said:

"We are here to serve our masters and I am happy to obey their every wish. I have worked to please my masters for almost a year now and am content. The sooner you accept your role as slave and stop trying to resist your masters, the better things will be for you. In time, you should find contentment and even pleasure in serving the masters here."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude! I am not planning to be here one minute longer than I have to be, but I definitely have enough sense to not try anything that would give that sick doctor an excuse to have me shocked and tortured. But talk to me; there must be a way out."

"I once thought the same thing, for at least several days after I came here under the impression I would be doing a clinical trial. But I now realize what my purpose in life is. Before, my life had no purpose. I have been trained as a slave and am content. I wish only to serve my owner master and other masters whom my master wishes me to serve. Please do not put me at any risk of being punished."

This kid had been brainwashed, and I was getting nowhere fast. Maybe I could get through to him later with more time, but it was clear he was not going to help me right now. I asked him to think about being my friend and promised I would do nothing to place him at risk. He smiled and left the room, saying only that he would enjoy socializing with me if his master and mine allowed us to play.

After he left, I just waited and thumbed through the magazines again, reading several entries for a Journal of a Slave, an account of a young man who said that a slave must remains naked in his master's presence at all times, that his holes existed for his master's pleasure and that he should never let his master's precious cum spill or go to waste. He claimed to be "complete" and said he had found meaning in his life.

I had no idea freaks like that really existed.

Maybe thirty minutes elapsed after I drank the shake, then the same white boy came in and led me down a series of halls to a room outfitted with various platform-like beds, some hanging swing-like chairs and lots of bondage equipment. There were posts with hooks on them, chairs with all sorts of straps and iron bars with straps and rings ganging from them. There was a rack with a wide variety of straps, clamps, belts and other leather items whose use I could not imagine. There was a large glass shower with several heads in a corner of the room as well.

"Why am I here?" I asked the boy.

The boy almost whispered his reply:

"We are all trained to serve masters who take pleasure from various forms of restraint, bondage, and other play. This is one of the rooms where we entertain and pleasure them. I have found much pleasure here myself, when it pleases a master for me to also have satisfaction."

The boy then led me to a strange chair that looked vaguely like the old electric chairs they used for executions and told me to sit. The chair had a wooden rim seat that was open in the center like a toilet, but the chair was not attached to any plumbing and was clearly not a commode. He quickly left the room and a large black man who had done things to me earlier entered. The black attendant then spoke in a deep Caribbean-inflected voice:

"To properly serve your masters, your ass must be stretched to accept superior cock. Master Dom does not like blood on his cock, so he instructed that you be gently stretched by the machine first, so that you may easily accommodate him without any bleeding. You are so very lucky, slave. Other Masters would have chosen other methods that I assure you would involve much pain. This method will not be painful and in fact, you will come to find it pleasurable. Now stand and present your ass."

I complied by standing and bending from the waist. The attendant removed my training plug. He then screwed something in to a post under the seat of the chair I had been seated in. It was a penis-shaped attachment and it attached to a post in the space under the chair. The plug stood up out of the seat, where it would impale anyone sitting in the chair.

The attendant forced me down onto the plug, which my well-lubed ass accepted with surprisingly little resistance. It was only slightly larger than the black rubbery butt plug I had been carrying in my ass since the session with Master Dom this morning. I winced as the plug popped through my ring and went maybe 4 inches up my canal, but before I could try to adjust to this new intrusion, the attendant fastened my wrists to the chair's arms and my ankles to straps on the chair's legs. I was restrained once more around the waist, making it impossible for me to rise up off the plug impaling my ass.

The attendant saw that I was fully impaled on the pole, then he pushed a button on the chair. Instantly, the object in my butt started a very slow mechanical pumping, in and out, while it also rotated slightly from side to side. At full extension, the plug intruded maybe 7 inches up my ass. I objected that it was too big and asked him to please take it out.

"No, no, silly white boy. It is not too big. You are too small! But we will soon remedy this imperfection, as you shall see."

He then put a ball gag in my mouth, "to assure you do not distract any guest masters who choose to use this room for other purposes while you are being trained."

The attendant then left me alone in the room, helpless against the restraints, being slowly reamed by this fucking machine that plunged the plug in and out of my ass and rotated the plug around while inside my ass. The machine moved very slowly but relentlessly worked my hole.

I had no choice but to relax my sphincter and let the stretching device work me. At the full 7 inches, if I moved just slightly, I could feel it touch a sensitive spot that gave me a sot of pleasure along with the discomfort. I could move against it in a slow rhythm that caused all pain to be replaced with this strange stimulation. My dick started to grow harder and harder.

After what had to be an hour or more of sitting in the fucking machine chair, edging but not quite ever cumming, I heard a loud noise outside the room. Then the door opened and two loud middle aged men and a skinny white boy walked into the room. The boy wore nothing but a collar.

Unlike Master Dom or any of the attendants I had encountered, these men were not in particularly good shape but looked like average guys in their 40s. It seemed from their laughter and banter that they were at least half-drunk. They wore identical robes with the letters GM embroidered on the chest of the robes. Each held a green bottled beer.

Gagged and tied to the chair maybe thirty or thirty five feet away, I could hear and see everything. The plug pistoning in and out of my ass made a slight motor-roar sound, so they eventually noticed me.

"Hey, look Ed. That must new a new slave being trained. The bartender told me not to be surprised if a master was using one of the fucking machines to do some ass stretching while we were here. Now, don't forget we aren't allowed to touch any trainees. They'll throw us out if we do."

Ed responded impatiently:

"I know that, you asshole. We've seen trainees in here before, remember when we were here in April with those two sweet little slaves from Europe? The ones who had come over here as exchange students and decided to remain after their student visas expired?"

"Oh, yeah! They were tight as hell, dude!"

Then turning to the skinny white boy, he asked: "So what are we gonna do with this fine little piece of ass?"

The guy who was not Ed put his hand on top of the boy's head and the "slave" obediently knelt at his feet.

"Let's try out this bondage swing first and see how he likes being fed full of cock from both ends!"

"Sounds like a plan, Ed. Which end do you want first?" The man was playing with his dick under his robe, staring lustfully at the helpless boy's hairless body.

Ed pushed the slave boy into the sling-like bondage chair and fastened restraints around his legs that spread them wide apart. A belt was used to hold his head in place. He was completely exposed and open to whatever they wanted to do to him. His decent-sized cut cock was bobbing up, hard as a rock. He smiled in a placid, compliant manner.

"Jerry, one of the things I like best about this place is how they keep their slaves all boned up at all times. It makes me feel appreciated."

"Fuck, yeah! Look at that hard cock on him. Let's put a cock ring or ball stretcher on this one. I like how it makes their cocks stick out and flop about when you're fucking 'em."

The man named Jerry then went over to a table where all kinds of sex toys were lined up on display. He selected a couple of things and walked over to show Ed. Not once did they speak to the naked boy, much less consult him on what they were about to attach to his genitals.

"Yeah, man, that one looks hot. Give it here."

Ed then stood between the slave's legs and started wrapping this ball stretcher device around the hapless boy's hairless nuts. It stretched his balls down to hang an inch or so lower than they normally would and squeezed them tight. The thing made his balls bulge out obscenely, looking like they could pop from the pressure. He then put some kind of cock ring around the base of his dick, attaching it with Velcro. The boy showed no discomfort, but only smiled adoringly at the two men.

"OK I'm going to have this boy's mouth get my cock all wet and ready to fuck his tight ass."

Ed dropped his robe to the ground and walked over to the boy's head. He stuffed his half-hard cock in the boy's compliant mouth. The boy sucked eagerly and noisily, as if this was the most delicious treat imaginable.

Jerry watched the boy suck greedily on Ed's dick. He then punched Ed lightly in the arm, saying:

"Hey, that looks like some damn good head. Wet, wild and so hungry! I think I want that hot mouth first while you take his smooth boy pussy."

Jerry also dropped his robe and I could see that Jerry's cock was rapidly getting hard as he stared at the way his friend's tool was getting swallowed by the boy. The boy was an impressive cocksucker, that was for sure. It looked to me like he was actually enjoying his work.

Ed didn't reply as he was busy shoving his hardening cock in and out of the boy's gulping mouth. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out and put a condom on his average sized dick, which was slick with the boy's saliva. Ed stood between the boy's legs, his cock pointing at the boy's completely hairless pink asshole.

As Ed lubed up his condom-covered cock, he looked at Jerry and said,

"I wish we didn't have to wear these damn rubbers, but that boy pussy looks so good, I won't notice in a minute."

Jerry was positioning himself to ram his cock in the boy's waiting mouth. Since Jerry was several inches taller than Ed, he pulled some straps on the sling that raised the boy's head up to the perfect angle for Jerry to stand and fuck the boy's mouth without having to bend his knees and get too low for comfort.

"Well, we wouldn't have to wear 'em if we paid the outrageous Owner's Club dues and had regular blood tests, but that sounds like too much money, and too many needles, for my taste."

"Yeah, I agree," Ed said as he rubbed his tool up and down the boy's crack.

"OK, Ed, you ready? Let's shove our cocks into this slave's fuck holes at the same time like we planned at the bar, and see how he reacts to getting stuffed by cock at both ends at exactly the same time."

"More than ready, bud, let's go!"

I watched as Ed and Jerry pushed into the boy at the same time and proceeded to fuck the shit out of the helpless boy in the sling. They high-fived each other and laughed as they pounded in and out of the boy. Neither man had an especially big dick and the boy seemed to accept the pounding well, moving in unison with his impalers when they got into a rhythm that allowed it. He kept gulping and sucking cock, or expertly licking and mouthing balls if they were presented to him.

The men would yell "Switch" every few minutes and change positions. I noticed that each time one of them went from the boy's mouth to his ass, the man would put on a new condom.

They both came pretty fast the first time, whooping like a couple of drunk frat boys as one came in his mouth and the other is his ass. They let the boy out of the chair to go to the bathroom. The boy thanked them and scurried away. While the boy was briefly out of the room, one of them pushed a doorbell and a different slave boy appeared with fresh beers.

After a brief rest, the men took turns having the boy kneel in front of them and suck their dicks hard again. The boy was a model of subservience, sucking whichever cock they directed and doing it with the kind of eagerness that made the men feel like they had the most desirable tools in the world.

After the boy got them both fully hard again, they repeated the same double-stuffing routine in the sling, their banter and antics getting really old by now. After a long fucking session with several switcheroos, the boy started moaning.

"Hey, look at that Ed, the slave is really getting into it now. I love it when they shoot their hot cum out. It makes my cock feel even bigger ramming 'em!"

The slave boy, having gotten the green light for expressing his own pleasure, moaned louder. The men slowed their pace and started long-stroking in his ass and mouth. The boy writhed in pleasure as the cock in his ass was apparently rubbing against the boy's prostate.

Suddenly the boy erupted in a surge of white cum that must have shot two feet, hitting the boy in the chin and shoulder. His mouth was stuffed full of Jerry's meat, but you could see an ecstatic smile as he continued to suck. His "guest masters" stared at the boy"s erupting cock and smiled as well.

"That's so fucking hot that I think I'm about to bust," Ed grunted.

"Me too, partner. What do you say we both unload in this boy's mouth at the same time? He sure seemed to slurp up the jizz I fed him last time."

"Fusk, Yeah! He'd love that! Right, boy?"

For the first time since he left the room an hour ago, the boy spoke:

"Oh yes, please! I need it. I want it! I might even cum again if you feed me a double load of your hot juices!"

Ed and Jerry were pumping and grunting like two men possessed.

"You getting close, man? I am..."

"Yeah dude, I can pretty much cum when I want to, so the timing's up to you," said Ed, who was doing is best to throat fuck the enthusiastic boy. Ed may have had that ambition, but his dick didn't look long enough to enter the boy's throat.

Jerry was huffing and puffing, fucking the boy's ass especially hard, then he suddenly pulled out and whipped off the rubber while walking quickly over to the boy's mouth. Ed made room for him and they both simultaneously jacked off into the boy's mouth while taking turns dipping their cocks in for some impressively eager sucking.

"This slave really craves this double load, bud. Look how eager he is for it."

I had to agree with them; the boy did look eager and he was sucking for all he was worth, whenever either man stuck his dick close enough for the boy to reach.

Jerry started heaving and furiously jacking his cock less than an inch from the boy's mouth. Thee boy's tongue was reaching out eagerly for any contact with the two cocks. Jerry was obviously about to shoot when Ed, who apparently had better control, said:

"Go for it Jer, shoot that big creamy load in his hungry mouth, feed it to him, man. I'll shoot as soon as I see your jizz spurt out and we'll double feed him what he needs so bad."

Ed was watching Jerry's cock intently while stroking his own, dipping into the boy's mouth when Jerry would pull out to jerk it more.