Nobodys mate - part 1

Author: plugged
Title: Nobodys' mate
Date: 01 October 2008

Part one

He had always been selfish, greedy and open to suggestion, so I knew that taking him into my workforce would not be a difficult matter. I only had to entice him with promise of cash and a way to get back at his ex, Jim, and he would be mine to do with as I wanted how I wanted and where I wanted. And did I have ideas for him. He wouldn’t recognise himself when I had finished and this was not going to be a ‘willing submission’ as Jim’s, who signed his life to me, but abduction, forced changes and life.

Like everyone who has been watching the news, the fall of one of the largest banks, the subsequent admission that this was principally down to one person and his ‘suicide’ had been seen by my victim – but not as a free agent. I suppose I need to start at the beginning.
When Jim signed up for my ‘employment’ and was transported to my modification centre prior for use with my clients, it was an easy matter to lure his ex boyfriend to a coffee bar in the sleazier side of town, to spike his drink and transport him to my facility. There he was kept captive, caged and manacled, until I had decided his fate.

My plans for Jim had been simple, but for this worthless, disloyal animal (and yes, I believe that this is what Jim would have wanted, had he any choice, for his ex) I had greater plans that would involved months of expensive surgery, modification and reprogramming.

Soon after we had started on Jim, I knew what I wanted for this creature – to make him a perfect specimen of a dog: the most perfect that had ever existed. I have many clients who will pay large amounts for a hybrid – neither man nor beast and the thought of doing this totally against his will and inclination only served to heighten my pleasure. And he would be aware of each stage, until such time that I decided his mind had been truly fucked up, at which stage I will switch it off, for good.

I had already instructed him to be brought for inspection and when I walked in, he was bound, sitting upright in a chair, totally naked, shaved and with a gag in his mouth. I informed him that his training and modification would begin that day, and that he would be stripped of everything that he had ever learned and reduced to nothing more than an animal. In fact, less than an animal since how he ended up was my choice! He struggled, which was so useless and really made me smile.

I informed him that this hair had already been permanently removed so that there was no need for grooming- knowing that he had placed such pride in his mane of hair. Beneath his lowered eyelids, tears were begging to flow – I was pleased that he was already aware of his status, and informed him that the would have no privileges and will not speak unless told to. I didn’t ask him whether he understood and agreed – it didn’t matter to me. What I wanted for him was going to happen no matter what his thoughts were and no matter how much he pleaded.

I teased him by asking him if he was scared – but I could see that in his eyes, eyes that pleaded like the puppy he would soon become.