Joes Tattoo Part 4

Author: SkinJameser
Title: Joe's Tattoo Part 4
Date: 11 March 2009

Hi. Thanks again for all the great comments, I'm stoked that people are enjoying my story as much as I enjoyed writing it! :-)

Part Four

The rubber boy had just finished tending to Joe one day when Leather-clad suddenly appeared in the open doorway. Joe shuddered in fear. Whilst his daily routine had been completely fucked up, he had almost gotten used to it. Whatever the leather guy had in store for him couldn’t be good.

He wheeled in a strange wheelchair. It was made from heavy duty metal, and had lots of wide leather straps dangling from it. Brusquely he pushed the rubber boy away, and started unlocking Joe’s bonds. He roughly hauled the boy onto his feet, and Joe, his muscles unused to supporting him, buckled and folded into him. The man merely grunted and thrust Joe into the wheelchair, buckling the straps so tightly that Joe felt each dig in, restricting his movement to zero and making breathing difficult. He then wedged a large ball gag into Joe’s mouth, causing him to wince at the strain on his cheek muscles and the pain from his tongue piercing.

Without bothering to say a word, Leather-clad wheeled Joe down the corridor, but this time stopped at a lift door at one end. Taking a key out of a pocket, he inserted it in a panel and turned it. The lift doors slid smoothly open, and Joe was wheeled in. Leather-clad used another key in the control panel, and Joe felt the lift rise slowly.

When the doors opened they revealed another corridor, but this time it had wood panelling on the walls, and carpet underneath. Still there were no windows though. Joe was pushed along the corridor until they stopped outside an imposing wooden door. Leather-clad stooped down to within inches of Joe’s face.

“You’re about to meet the man in charge of all this,” he said menacingly. “I suggest you show the appropriate respect, if you know what’s good for you.”

With that, Leather-clad knocked on the door. “Come,” barked a distant voice, and they went in.

The room looked like a normal office, though there was a lot more leather than usual. Behind an impressive desk sat the most powerful looking man Joe had ever seen.

He was possibly early forties, with cropped black hair. He was incredibly muscled, and his eyes were intense blue, surveying the world with absolute calm. This was a man who knew what he wanted and always got it. Joe trembled in his wheelchair.

“Ah, so here’s the new boy,” he said, turning from a bank of monitors which went suddenly dark. He got up from behind his desk, revealing tight leather jeans and his equally tight-fitting black Lonsdale polo shirt. He strode around behind Joe’s wheelchair, and started fondling the boys head with his leather gloves. Joe tried to sit quietly, remembering Leather-clad’s warning. He let out a muffled grunt though when the man toyed with Joe’s still sensitive nipple rings.

“I see these are healing nicely, One Nut has done well,” he commented.

With a brush of his hands over Joe’s cock, he turned and sat down at the desk, picking up and toying with a leather crop.

“Well, I guess you have quite a lot of questions for me,” he said at last. “Shame you can’t ask them.” He grinned slightly for a fraction of a second. “But I imagine I can guess most of them anyway.

“I am the one responsible for you being here. You will never know my name, as it is not to spoken by the likes of you. The people here, who have earned the right, call me Boss. You have not earned that right. Which is why you will be rendered incapable of speech at all times whilst in my presence.

“The nature of what goes on here, and how you fit in to it, will not be revealed to you until after you’ve completed your training. Suffice to say that you are being made ready for a permanent position.” A thin smile fleeted across his face. “Your old life is over. Everything you were and had ever hoped for is over. You will never see anyone you used to know. You are now my property, nothing more. Your basic needs will be taken care of, but you will never make a decision for yourself, or be allowed out of this complex again.”

He paused to let this sink in to the boy. Joe just stared at the man.

“You may be clinging on to the belief that you will be rescued. I can categorically state that this will never happen. As far as the rest of the world is aware, you died two weeks ago. You got drunk and drowned in a canal in Amsterdam. Another stupid kid wasting his life. Your parents, though upset, are not overly surprised. Apparently they never believed that you’d amount to anything, and you proved it to them.”

Joe, despite his warning, let out a muffled moan of anguish, tears springing from his eyes. Secretly he had always suspected that his parents were disappointed in him, but for them to so readily believe that he’d be stupid enough to drown when he was drunk was too much for him.

“Your ‘mates’ were easily persuaded not to cause any problems,” the man carried on, ignoring Joe’s mental pain. “The moment the local police started checking in to their stories and asking them questions they were only too happy to co-operate. They were shown a body, suitably mangled by the propeller of a pleasure boat. Apparently your mother was quite distressed thinking about the ruined holiday you caused the people on the boat!”

The man leant over his desk, suddenly menacing. “During your time here you would do well to think about how I so easily came across a body to double as yours.”

Again he paused to let his words sink in. Joe’s blood turned to ice in his veins.

“There are many levels of punishment at my disposal,” he continued, sitting down again. “Some permanent. Others will make you wish for death, and that is not idle hyperbole. Punishment is used for disobedience, and disappointment. You have met One Nut?”

Joe nodded.

“He disappointed me. It was not really his fault, being born with one testical. But a flaw is a flaw. I wasted some considerable resources just to end up with something that my customers would not appreciate. Sadly that is one fetish that has yet to find a market. Still, he has his uses. Of course I had his remaining nut and worthless sac removed as it offended me. The rubber gear is permanently bonded to his skin,” the man added casually. “We treated his skin to last longer than it would normally, but of course it will eventually start to rot.”

Joe gagged at this, the bile hitting the back of the ball gag. He tried desperately to drag it back down, but the thought of the boy being little more than a walking corpse sickened him.

“When that happens, and his stench gets too much for the rest of us, he’ll be assigned to waste recycling. I think it would be beneficial for you to see that before you beginning your training today. It might help put things in perspective for you.”

The man idly rotated the crop in his hands. “Well, I think that’s enough for you to absorb for now. I shall follow your progress with interest.” He put the crop down, and turned to Leather-clad. “Take him to training via waste disposal. Dismissed.”

Leather-clad nodded, barked “Yes Sir!” crisply, and wheeled Joe out of the office. Joe could do nothing but consider what the man had said. This was unbelievably fucked up.

Joe was wheeled to the lift, and once inside Leather-clad hit the bottom button. The lift took a long time descending before it re-opened the doors for them. This corridor was a world away from the one he had just left. The concrete walls were bare, and covered in dirt and unpleasant growths. The lights were few and far between, making the corridor dark and inhospitable. Water dripped on to the wet floor from rusted, leaking pipes running along the ceiling. But the stench was the worst part; Joe had no idea what was causing it, but it stank. He wished he could free a hand to cover his nose, but of course he couldn’t.

Leather-clad pushed him down the corridor, until they reached a giant metal door on wheels, like those found in farm buildings. This one had several large padlocks securing it. Leather-clad took another set of keys out of his pocket and slowly unlocked them. When they were all open he turned to Joe. “Your future, if you fuck up” he said, then forced the door open, squealing on its wheels.

The door revealed a huge room, stretching along in to the distance. It was even darker than the corridor, but Leather-clad flicked a switch, causing some lights to come on, illuminating the space a little better.

Joe’s blood ran cold again. Along the room were small, iron cages. In each was a figure, forced on to their knees by the lowness of the cage, their head sticking out of a circular opening just wide enough for their neck. Each figure had a gas mask on with the eyes completely blacked out. The tube connected to the front of each mask seemed wider than the rubber boy’s had been, and were connected to vast pipes in the room’s ceiling. Each figure had manckles like Joe’s, and each were welded to the sides of the cages, allowing for no movement at all. Each figure was dirty, covered in excrement and filth. Joe felt sick.

Leather-clad pushed Joe’s wheelchair up to a cage holding what must have been a boy not much older than Joe. The boy, or his hoses, or both, were making disgusting sucking noises. Joe spotted a tattoo on the boy’s chest. This one read “Flawed – crap blowjobs”.

“This one made the mistake of scratching a customer’s penis with his teeth whilst giving him oral” said Leather-clad without any signs of remorse. “That guarantees you no second chances.”

Joe would have shaken his head in disbelief if he were able. These people were insane!

“Shame too, as he was very cute. The Boss wasn’t happy about wasting his training on him. Still, we got some use out of him! Take a look at his cock and arse boy!”

Joe looked. Where the boy’s dick should have been there was another hose attached, and a large hose disappeared into the hapless boy’s ass. The hoses were connected to a second set of pipes in the ceiling of the room.

“Waste recycling, very environmentally friendly! These scum are connected to the toilets and garbage disposal of this facility, and several others in the area. They go through this lot, and come out nice and processed. We then sell it to the local council for their gardens and parks. All organically processed! We don’t need the extra income, but the Boss likes it hanging over everyone’s head, focuses the mind, don’t you think?” He grinned evilly. “We pump them full of nutrients and meds, not out of kindness, but to prolong their time here. Obviously they don’t last for very long, but I guess they don’t see it that way!”

Joe felt the bile rising up his throat again. To think that this boy, and countless others, spent each and every day of their life eating shit and drinking piss, caged worse than animals with no hope of escape... Joe gagged, trying to swallow hard.

“Yeah, I think you got the message,” said Leather-clad. “Right, let’s get your training started.”

With that Leather-clad wheeled Joe back into the corridor, turning out the lights and locking the door again.

They re-entered the lift, this time exiting on a floor that looked similar to the one that had been Joe’s home since his nightmare began. He was wheeled in to another tiled room, but different from the one from before as there was no chair or shower. There was however a cage on a stand in the centre. It too had an opening in the narrow side for accommodating a head. There was another opening at the opposite end of the cage, sitting next to which was a strange device that looked like an old steam engine piston. It had a large rotary wheel, with a rod connected to it. A PC was attached to it with several wires. Joe couldn’t begin to guess at its function, but if it was something these maniacs had created then he really, really didn’t want to know.

He jumped a little as the Doctor from before suddenly entered the room, carrying a clipboard.

“So, today’s the big day then?” said the Doctor dispassionately to Leather-clad.

“Yup, first day of training!” replied Leather-clad happily.

“Have you explained it to him?” asked the Doctor.

“Well, I was wondering if I should keep it a surprise, but I think he might’ve guess by now,” he replied. “Today is anal training boy!” he said, obviously relishing the widening of Joe’s eyes. “You will be expected to pay for your keep, and part of that will be entertaining customers with your ass. We’ve ascertained that you’ve never had anal intercourse before, so we’re gonna make you more adept at taking stuff up your arse!”

Joe struggled at his bonds, trying to yell at them that he wasn’t gay. Leather-clad merely grinned at him.

“Now, there are customers who like a tight, virgin hole,” he continued, ignoring the protesting lad, “But we’ve found over the years that you ‘straight studs’” he sneered the term, “can disappoint mid-flow with your whining. So we developed this technique which allows us to get you used to taking rather large items, without loosing that virgin-like quality of a tight ring. The appliance of science, eh Doc?!”

The Doctor merely grunted, typing away at the PC.

“Well, we better get you ready then lad,” said Leather-clad. He opened the cage door that had the circular opening in it, then started un-buckling Joe’s bonds. When they were all released Joe tried to make a run for it, but his muscles, still unused to operating, ensured that he went nowhere. Leather-clad merely sniggered and forced Joe to back in to the cage on his knees to avoid the low bars on the roof of it. When his arse touched the cold metal of the rear of the cage Leather-clad swung the front doors shut, trapping Joe’s head outside it. He then inserted a huge padlock to a tab on the door, sealing Joe in.

He grabbed two metal poles, threading them through the bars of the cage at either side of Joe’s body, padlocking them in place. Joe realised that he couldn’t move his body from side to side now.

Leather-clad proceeded to put padlocks through the rings on each of Joe’s restraints, forcing his legs and arms as wide as the extent of the cage.

“Ready for the magnet,” he said to the Doctor, who typed a couple keys on his PC.

Suddenly Joe heard a slight hum and his collar shot backwards until it clanged against the metalwork of the cage. His ankle and wrist restraints did the same.

“Magnetised,” said Leather-clad, tapping the bars. “Strictly speaking unnecessary as you aren’t going anywhere even without it, but when does that stop us?!”

Joe, yet again, was completely unable to move. He could feel his adam’s apple being crushed by the metal collar, and his knees had already begun to hurt from being on the hard metal floor of the cage.

Leather-clad reached a gloved hand through the side bars and started tugging at Joe’s cock. Joe moaned through his gag. It had been two or so weeks since he had last cum, and his cock was betraying him, happy at the attention. Joe felt his face flush, but could do nothing to prevent the man from toying with him. Joe suddenly had an urge to cum, even if it was at the hand of his tormentor.

Leather-clad grinned evilly again, obviously aware of what was running through Joe’s mind, and stopped toying with the boy’s dick. Despite himself, Joe gave a deep moan of frustration.

Leather-clad took a clip and slipped it through Joe’s PA. Joe tried to squirm away, his piercing was still tender. Leather-clad added a short chain to the clip, and fastened it to the front door of the cage, stretching Joe’s cock painfully forward.

“Just to help you get in the mood,” said Leather-clad. He disappeared for a moment, and came back with what looked like a heavy metal cylinder. He held it in front of Joe’s trapped head, then took out an allen key. After unscrewing a couple of hex nuts the cylinder fell apart in two pieces, revealing a shaft bored through it.

“Ball weights,” explained Leather-clad. “Guess you never had any exciting girlfriends!”

He suddenly reached in to the cage, and started yanking Joe’s balls. Joe howled into his gag, then yelped as he suddenly felt coldness envelop his nut sac. He could feel Leather-clad doing up the screws, and yelped again when he let the heavy ballweight fall, causing waves of nausea to flood the boy at the heaviness dangling on his balls. Leather-clad made sure to keep the weight swinging, enjoying the agony that he was putting Joe through.

Joe felt incredibly turned on, he’d never felt sensations like it before. His guts were doing back-flips from the ball weight, but somehow it felt good.

“D’you think he’s ready for the nipples too?” asked Leather-clad, tiring of playing with Joe’s nuts.

“I’d save that for later, you don’t want to drive the Boss’ new toy mad on the first day,” replied the Doctor.

Leather-clad nodded. “Guess so. Well, he’s ready for you.”

The Doctor got up from his PC, and started doing something behind Joe. Joe couldn’t see what as he couldn’t turn around, but he guessed with dread that it had to do with the piston thing he’d seen.

He was right. The Doctor had selected a thin but long dildo from a rack full of different sized ones. He attached it to the piston end of the machine, and then brought the whole contraption closer to the cage on its runners. He brought it to within two inches of the boy’s virgin ring, and proceeded to wipe the dildo with lots of thick lube. He then got a large syringe, minus the needle, and squirted some lube liberally at the boy’s anus.

Joe tried to jump forward as his ass suddenly registered something cold and sticky being smeared there.

The Doctor turned back to his PC, and hit a button marked “Go”. Immediately the machine burst in to life, slowly moving along its track until the dildo just touched Joe’s ring. The Doctor made sure it was lined up perfectly, then hit the Go button again.
The dildo gently tapped Joe’s ring, and retreated. It did this several times, each time probing a little further. Joe moaned into his gag, but couldn’t move or deflect the machine.

Slowly the software got bolder, the dildo starting to push against Joe’s ring. After several more thrusts the very tip of the dildo pushed inside Joe, disappearing slightly before it retreated, then back in it went, this time a little deeper. Joe started openly weeping at the violation, feeling the intruder invade him.

Eventually the dildo thrust again, this time entering fully, pushing to the back of Joe’s insides. Joe howled, tears streaming down his face. The machine withdrew the dildo completely with a squelch, then pushed it back in.

Joe cried in pain and humiliation, not noticing that had started to rock in time with the dildo penetrating him. Soon he started moaning, and didn’t realise that precum was dripping from his taught dick, his weighted balls swinging gently in rhythm to the relentless pounding of the machine.

“Looks like he’s enjoying it,” sneered Leather-clad to the Doctor, who nodded.

Leather-clad moved into Joe’s field of vision. “We’ll just leave you to get acquainted with the Doc’s equipment. We’ll be back sometime tomorrow!”

With that they left the room, ignoring the muffled yells and screams.