Dude to slave Part 8

Author: jackbootlad
Title: Dude to slave Part 8
Date: 22 August 2010

Al detached the glass bottle from the pumping machine and stood it on its end. He whipped out his cock and pissed into the bottle letting the piss mix with the boi's cum. It would form a tasty drink for him. He set the bottle down and went over to Josh.

'Now, for your final bit of induction, boi. You want some cock?' He unzipped Josh's mouth zip so that he could reply.

'Yes, please, sir' replied Josh, relieved that there would be no more milking or cum control. Al untied him from the bed and zipped up the two zips across Josh's eyes. All he wanted was an anonymous boi sucking on his cock and feeding on his cum. Josh knelt down and Al held the back of his rubber hooded head with his gloved hands and began to use it as his masturbator. That was how Al saw his bois - they were just human masturbators a lot better than the mechanical devices since his bois had warm, wet mouths and, of course, they would swallow the cum and clean up with their willing tongues. Josh felt Al's cock fill his mouth. He couldn't see anything of course but it felt pretty huge. Al pushed it hard down his throat. He kept on saying 'Feed on my seed, boi' as he did so. They got into a rhythm and Josh started to make use of his tongue to slip across Al's swollen gland giving Al added pleasure. 'You're a good little cock-sucker' Al said with appreciation. Although Josh had been milked out, he could still feel horny about the scene in his mind: a rubber hooded boi, booted, inked and collared kneeling at the feet of his leather master who was using him to toss off his rod. After some time, Al came hard. The feeling in Josh's mouth of wet and slime wasn't pleasant but he swallowed quickly and felt the cum travel down his throat. The seed was in and Josh felt finally that his transformation into slave boi was complete. He couldn't come back from that now: it was a permanent experience and one that would not change for the rest of his life. The experience of total domination was underlined by the swirling hormonal responses to his induction. He wouldn't now think of sex as a personal thing but as a process in which his pain and service was an integral part.

He licked off the end of Al's cock. Al stepped back and undid the zip on the back of the gimp hood. He removed it and said: 'You need a drink now, boi'.

'Yes Master' Josh replied. Al was already picking up the funnel gag from the bench. 'Open your mouth' and before Josh could protest, he had slipped the mouth gag into his mouth and tied it around the back of his head. The gag itself was a bit like a mouth guard in that it secured itself over the teeth on both upper and lower jaws but had a large hole in the centre. The plastic fitment then came out of the mouth and attached to a funnel which when fitted to the boi faced upwards ready to receive.

Al picked up the glass bottle. It contained about a pint of piss and cum, he reckoned. Josh was still kneeling and he looked up as Al approached with the bottle. It was for Al a horny situation: a boi on his knees looking up pleadingly ready to take his liquids.

'Now, you need to keep swallowing, boi. We wouldn't want to choke you would we? Swallow and let that liquid stream inside you. Don't resist the feeling. You will learn to want piss like all my bois' he said. And with that, he tipped the bottle up over the funnel and started pouring.

The piss hit the back of Josh's throat immediately and he swallowed involuntarily in quick succession. He sounded like he was gulping it down which made it sound as though he was enjoying it. The taste, however, was rank and bitter and yet there was nothing he could do about it. That piss was going inside him together with his own cum and settling into his stomach. Eventually, it stopped and Josh had swallowed the whole lot.

'Good boi' said Al putting the bottle down and releasing the gag. 'That's the end of your induction. You can return home now but I need to tell you of the terms of your slavery'.

Josh got up and followed Al back up the stairs into the hallway. There was a large cupboard in the hall. Al opened it up and inside were six pairs of white wellington boots with red soles. Inside each pair was a leather collar with the word 'SLAVE' and one piar of wrist cuffs.

'Take your boots, collar and wrist cuffs off and put them in the cupboard next to my other boi's boots. Then return to the front room where I will refit your chastity plate.' Josh did as ordered noting that once his boots were with the others, he would not know which were his. That, of course, was all part of it. Irrespective of which slave was being used in the house, they would just pick up the first pair of boots in the line. Some of the bois sweated more than others and some had smellier feet but that was of no cocnern to Al. His slaves didn't own their uniform so they would wear whichever boots were next.

Josh returned to the front room and Al refitted the steel plate and metal belt. This time, there was no sleeve for the cock so that Josh could piss easily enough but the fitting did not allow any tossing off.

'Get dressed' Al ordered. Josh picked up the gear he had dropped when he turned up many hours before. The tee went over his head, the boxers just slipped on over the chastity plate and the jeans were comfortable over the top. He pulled on the boots which were a tight fit over his ankle cuffs now and zipped them up. He looked the same apart from the bald pate, the chain and padlock around his neck and the inks which just poked out from underneath the arms of tee.

'Your next visit is next weekend starting on Friday night after work. You will be here all weekend and you will have two other bois here. This allows me to have multiple torture sessions. The boi who behaves well will be able to help me with the continued training of the others. Do you understand?'

'Yes, master' Josh replied. 'I can't wait for it master'.

'Good! I like my bois keen. Now get out'. Josh left the house realising that his life had only really just got going...

End of part 8