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Tour to Hell

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The Resort From Hell

What the World Knows

The headlines screamed about the tragedy, millions of teenyboppers were suddenly in shock.

It was supposed to just be a regular concert. Twelve-year-old Adam Cutler and the group Wonder Boys were flying across the Pacific Ocean to a concert in the orient. Yes it was a last minute gig, but the money being offered was very substantial and the show was going to be taped for later distribution. Also on the trip was 15-year-old teen actor Taylor Keehan.

The young artists were kept til the last minute for a photo shoot, then loaded on a small private jet. The jet took off and after an hour, a distress call went out about an engine failure and then nothing. The next day, a search of the area only revealed some wreckage of the plane. The bodies were considered to be lost and a memorial service was scheduled to be held for the dead.

As a result of the crash, the late singers' cd's sold off the shelf.

What Really Happened

The small jet took off and flew off towards the concert, but immediately after the distress call, veered to another course and flew just over the waves to a small island in the middle of nowhere. It landed and the passengers were unloaded and given drinks that were laced with a sedative, causing them to fall unconscious. All of the passengers except for the boys were loaded back onto and the pilot took back off towards the area of the distress signal. Upon reaching the coordinates, the pilot then parachuted out of the plane and was safely in the water awaiting the speed boat to pick him up.

The boys were shackled, hooded, and loaded on to a seaplane to begin their new lives.

As each boy woke, they slowly became aware of the fact that they secured into chairs by straps around their calves, thighs and chest. Hoods covered their heads and duct tape prevented anything but grunts from being heard. Eventually, each one realized that they need to piss and finally ended having to relieve themselves in the chair. A few also noticed that there was an iv stuck into their ankles, keeping them from becoming dehydrated.

Each one woke up a few times, only to be placed back into sleep by an injection into the iv.

Finally after three or four days flying to an exclusive private island. Just before the seaplane landed, each boy was given a final injection to keep asleep while they would be unloaded and prepared for their training.

Each one was taken from the plane, and transported up to the main building where they were carried down into the basement medical center for the island. There they were stripped of their clothes washed up, photographed and examined by the island's doctor and the owner of the island. Measurements were taken of every possible kind, including both erect and soft dimensions of the individual cocks. After the exams, each boy was fitted with a special cockring that would send an excruciating electrical shock to the groin. The boys were then cuffed and placed into separate cages.

That is how they woke up, naked cuffed and in a cage. The first one that tried to say anything was Adam Cutler. Immediately a handler named Keith came up to the cage and pointed a remote towards the teens groin. Adam shrieked as the jolt of electricty slammed into his balls. It seemed like forever before the jolt was over, but it in reality, it lasted less than a second.

Keith slowly looked at the other naked teens and slowly walked up and down between the cages. Staring each one in the eyes for a bit before slowly speaking. "I am only going to say this one time, first thing to remember is that you are to remain silent at all times, you will never talk without being told to or unless you are asked a question. Second rule is that you will do everything you are told, immediately, without hesitation or comment. If you don't, you will be punished. Each of you has a cockring on you. It can deliver a shock to your balls, like blondie just got. That was a mild shock."

Keith walked to the center of the room and turned on a microphone that hung from the ceiling about six feet [1.5 meter] above the room.

"This microphone can hear any noise that happens in this room. If any talking or whispering is heard, you will all be zapped. I advise you to settle in and try and get some sleep. Tomorrow, you begin your training."

Keith started to chuckle as he turned out the lights, left the room and locked the door plunging the room into darkness.

The Start of New Lives

Once all the boys had fallen asleep and had about two hours of rest, the lights came on and a loud buzzer sounded, causing the captives to jump as they were suddenly woken up. A couple even banged their heads against the bars of the small cages. After the buzzer fianlly stopped, sprinklers in the ceiling sprayed down freezing water, soaking everything and everyone.

Thirteen-year-old Joshua McCoy, the youngest member of the group Wonder Boys screamed out for the water to stop.

It did, only to be replaced by the screams of agony as all seven boys received a jolt to their groins.

The door opened and four older teens walked in, dressed only in shorts. They were followed by Keith the handler from last night. These five handlers stood in the aisle between the cages and glared at the caged boys.

Keith slowly walked up and down the aisle and gave the instructions for what was about to happen.

"We are going to open up your cages one at a time. Once the cage is open, you will be told to get out. You will then form a line, starting by the door where you will find a series of footprints painted on the floor. Stand on the next set of prints behind the shit in front of you. You will stand there looking down at the floor, while we secure you. If for any reason, you decide to resist or even fall, stagger or move too slow. I will use this remote to zap one of your buddies. The remote is set to random, so I don't even know who it is that will get it. Remember, NO TALKING!"

With the speech out of the way, Grant Rapallo's cage was opened up first. The 14-year-old quickly walked down to the door and stood on the footprints, realizing that they were almost too far apart. His knees were further apart than his shoulders. As soon as he was standing on the footprints, a handler immediately placed a metal collar around his neck and Grant felt a chain drop down and hit him on the left cheek of his ass.

Next to be released from his cage was Freddie Galonno, 14 year old as well. He too stood on the footprints and felt the metal collar being secured around his neck and a chain dropping down to hit the top of his asscrack. Freddie then watched as the chain from the back of Grant's collar was fastened to the front ring of his collar.

Next came 14-year-old Chris Traysmont, then Taylor Keehan – with 15 year the oldest of the seven boys – followed by the two youngest boys Adam Cutler and finally Joshua McCoy. Only 14-year-old Mark Boulanger remained in his cage as the six chained boys were hooded, then led from the room by the four handlers. Only Keith remained behind.

Keith walked over to Mark's cage and leaned over it and looked down at the strawberry blonde singer.

"The Master has special plans for you."

Keith opened the cage and grabbed Mark by his ear, pulling him out of the cage.

"Get on the footprints." Keith hissed.

Mark scrambled as fast as he could to comply. Keith walked over to Mark and pulled a piece of twine about four feet long from his pocket and ties a noose in one end. Fitting the noose over Mark's balls, Keith tightened it. Keith then placed a hood over Mark's head and holding the twine in his hand, jerked it as he walked out of the room, causing Mark to yelp in pain and follow.

Keith walked at a moderate pace. Slow enough that Mark wouldn't be severely hurt, but fast enough that there was always tension in the line. Corners were horrible, Mark couldn't see where they were and could only follow the change in direction of the twine pulling him by his balls. So every corner they went around, caused a yanking of the balls.

Mark was being led through the building and finally outside. Once outside, Mark could feel the path starting to go uphill. Every once in a while, Mark would hear people, men mostly, saying various comments about him. mostly asking when they would be able to enjoy the new piece of ass.

While Mark was being led to his appointment, the other new slaves were being chained up side by side in a shower room.

Each was chained spread eagle in about four feet away from the back wall, so there was plenty of access from the rear. Once they were all secure, a door opened on the side and the Doctor and the Master walked in. Immedialtely, the handlers jumped to attention.

The Master walked up to Grant, who was the closest to the door. He reached out and took the teen's left tit between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it. Quickly, it became erect as The Master played with it. The Master then began to examine Grant's body, rubbing his hand over it, feeling the muscles tense under the skin. The Master reached down and cupped Grant's balls in his hand and gently squeezed them. Grant moaned at the feeling of someone other than himself touching his balls, gently rolling them.

"You must like this. You cock is starting to get hard."

Grant looked down and started to blush as he saw his cock about halfway to a full erection.

"Don't worry, your friends probably will get hard too."

The Master turned to the doctor, "Full shave below the neck."

The Master went down the line. Everybody receiving a full shave except for Joshua, who had only recently started to grow any pubic hair. And as the Master said, they all got hard when he gently rolled their balls in his hand.

Once he finished inspecting the front, The Master wlked down the back of his newest slaves, casualy smacking an ass cheek here and there.

"Very good, they need a lot of work, but they will do. Clean them up and give them three hours of excercise. The another hour of swimming. I'll be down then to continue the exam."

The handlers started to spray the chained boys as soon as The Master left the room. The boys barely noticed that six young slaves (washboys) had entered the room because of the constant cold spray in their faces. The washboys immediately went to work and started scrubbing their assigned slave with the sponge and bucket of soapy water each had.

Mark meanwhile had finally arrived to a place where he was ordered to stand and not move. A task made difficult by the seemingly endless hands that were either slapping his body or squeezing his cock and balls. Even his tits were being pinched and twisted. The only thing Mark could do was wait until the torment was over.

Keith watched from close by as different guests of the island and other slaves were allowed to touch the new slave.

After what seemd to be another eternity, Mark felt someone jerk on the twine still attatched to his balls. Having no other choice , he followed as he was led down a few more hallways and finally through a doorway. Once he was inside, he walked into someone's hand.

"Stop."

The voice was familiar, but Mark couldn't place it.

The hood was removed and Mark blinked as he became used to the light. Finally, he was able to take in the scene in front of him.

There in front of him, sitting on an easy chair was a man Mark recognized. Although they had never met, Mark had seen the man at a reception after a concert in Europe. When he asked who the guy was, he was only told that the man was a sponsor of the arts. Finally, he had gotten the answer that the man was a Mr. Andrew Mann.

The Master sat in the chair with three naked boys around him. One sitting on his lap, facing Mark and the other two cuddling up to him on either side of the easy chair.

"Before you even think about saying a fucking word, remember what you were already told in your cage."

The Master pushed one of the boys off the chair and and kicked him in the ass.

"Go bring him over here and take the twine off his cock."

The boy started to stand up.

"Stay on you hands and knees. And only use your mouth."

The boy crawled over to Mark and took the twine into his mouth and led Mark over next to The Master. Then began to use his teeth to loosen the noose, nipping Mark's ballsack in the process.

"I don't even want you to make a sound if he hurts you."

Finally the boy manged to get the twine off.

"You are very lucky little shit Mark. Out of all the people that could have been chosen, you were the one."

Mark was confused.

The Master kicked the slaveboy again.

"Slow suck him. When he is hard show me."

The boy immediately gobbled up Mark's cock, running his tongue around the rim of the cockhead. Instantly, causing it to start hardening.

The Master sat and watched Mark as he experienced his first blowjob. After a minute, the boy pulled off, revealing Mark's hard cock.

"Not bad. Continue, but don't let him shoot." Was the only comment The Master made.

"I spoil my son, and for his thirteenth birthday I asked him who he wanted to have as a slave. And he picked you."

Mark was stunned, if he didn't have his cock in this kid's mouth, he would have gone soft immediately.

"So, next week at his birthday party, I am going to give you to him as his personal slave."

"You can't..."

Mark didn't even finish the sentence before he was on the ground shaking in pain, from what felt like a sledgehammer hitting his balls. The thing that amazed him was that the slaveboy quickly slurped his cock back into his mouth as he lay on the floor.

"You need to learn obedience. Or you will be in pain."

The Master motioned to Keith. "Put him on the rack next door and give him fifty, but don't bruise him or break the skin, he is to be perfect when my son gets him."

Shaving

One by one, the new slaves were unchained and taken into another room. In this room there was a, exam table that had stirups and leather straps. Grant was the first to lay down on the table and wait as the washboys quickly strapped him spreadeagle in place. Three washboys approached him with clippers, one at each of his arm pits and one between his legs. The washboys were efficient in their jobs and after only a minute, the teens hair was on the floor.

He was then released from the table and led to another room, where he was again chained standing spreadeagle. After he was secured, two more washboys came over and started spreading a foul smelling brown gel unto his body. Covering him entirely from his chin down. Almost as an after thought, one of the washboys pressed a piece of duct tape over his mouth.

Grant watched as one by one his friends were led into the room, chained and covered in the brown gel, then had their mouths taped.

After a while, the boys began to feel the gel starting to burn on their skin as it ate away all traces of hair and future hair growth.

The only one spared was 13-year-old Joshua. But he spent the time in the shower room, kneeling with his arms stretched over his head by the chains. The handlers were standing around him skowly jerking themselves off.

Finally, the first one moaned and stepped up to Joshua, standing in front of the boys face, as the handler's load of cum shot out, hitting Joshua on the bridge of the nose. The second shot hit Joshua's ear as he turned away. The rest of the load landed on Joshua's chest and shoulders. Then another handler stepped up and shot his load unto Joshua's hair. By the time all four of the handlers had shot their loads, Joshua was covered in cum all over his head and shoulders.

The first handler squat down in front of Joshua. "I but you would love to have us rinse that cum off you, wouldn't you?"

Joshua barely nodded, to humiliated to say anything. He just wanted this nightmare to end.

The handler stood up and kicked Joshua in the balls.

"I asked you a question, cum face! You want us to rinse you off?"

Joshua swallowed, trying to choke back the tears of pain. "Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes I want you to rinse me off, Sir." Joshua didn't take any chances.

"Ok." The handlers started laughing as the aimed their cocks at Joshua and started to piss on him, rinsing him.

Joshua's body heaved with sobs as he started to realize that to these people, he was no better than a urinal.

Mark meanwhile looked at the rack he was going to placed on. It was a steel version of the medieval horror and somehow looked even more frightening.

Keith pushed Mark in the middle of the back, towards the rack.

"Your choice, face up or face down."

Mark didn't know which to choose, but the hole in the middle of the rack, about where his cock would be quickly told him face up would probably be better. Mark climbed up and lay down on his back.

Keith quickly fastened Mark's wrists and ankles to the leather restraints and tightened the slack raising his four limbs off the surface. Keith then tightened the wires until Mark screamed out in pain. Then as Mark relaxed, Keith tightened it another notch.

"I would have probably chosen face down." Keith smiled down at Mark.

Keith walked over to the wall and selected a soft cat of nine tails and a cock and ball whip.

Keith then picked up a ball gag and went over to Mark and placed it his lips and started to push down. "Open up sweetie. This way you can scream all you want."

Mark started to shake his haed no, but Keith grabbed a handful of hair and twisted. Mark screamed out as Keith plugged his mouth with the ballgag.

Keith held up the whips and explained, "I am going to start with this little one here and do your cock and ball for 15 lashes, then I am going to use this larger one on the rest of your body for 20 lashes, then we'll go back to this one for the final 15."

Mark started to scream before the first lash hit.

Increasing Isolation

Joshua was left alone in the showerroom, kneeling on the floor as the cum and piss dried on his body. He heard his friends being led out the area, but wasn't able to see where they were being taken or what had happened to him.

After a while his arms started to ache from being chained up over his head. Finally exhaustion overtook him and he fell asleep.

He barely stirred as one of the handlers quietly came in and jabbed his ass with a syringe, knocking the unlucky boy out. Joshua was then unaware of two washboys coming in and carrying him into another room.

After the brown gel had hardened and the burning finally ended, the five remaining teen boys were then scrubbed again by the washboys and then one at a time, they were unchained, had their hands cuffed behind their backs and were taken from the room.

Each was led down a hallway and then up a flight of stairs, eventually coming to a gymnasium. Once they were all there, a handler named Ralph came over and examined them, carefully feeling each muscle group and telling a slaveboy that held a clipboard which areas of the body each new slave needed to work on.

Freddie, who had started to develope a defined body from his almost religious daily workouts was told that he needed to work on his upper body and was paired up with Grant, who was told that he needed to work on everything. Chris and Adam were paired up, both needing to work on their legs and arms. These two pairs were led over to two sets of machines.

The machines were computerized and after the areas of the body were entered in, automatically set the weights for the person to use. However each machine had two seats on opposite sides, where the slaves were strapped in with their feet and hands attatched to the appropiate handle. Their hips were also strapped into the seat. The frightening part of the seat though were the two wires that came from underneath it. These wires were attatched to the slaves balls.

Once the four slaves were secured, Ralph started to enter the areas of the body, he wanted each slave to work on.

"We use the buddy system to train you shits. What that means is that if you don't do the required excercise at the required speed, your buddy will get a shock. Kind of an added arguement to do your best. You will do your excercises, while your buddy rests, then rest while he does his. I expect you to continue to work out until I release you."

Ralph turned on the machines and walked back over to the nervous Taylor.

"Follow me."

Ralph led Taylor out of the gymnasium and out into the sunlight. Ralph finally stopped at a tall wooden tower. Hanging down from the top of the tower was a thick rope with a knot in it every ten feet. The rope was also secured into the ground. Ralph grabbed the back of Taylor's neck and positioned next to the rope. Undoing Taylor's cuffs, Ralph immediately recuffed the hands in front of Taylor and around the rope.

Ralph then took the remote that controlled the cockring and programmed something into it.

"This is simple, you just need to climb the rope to the top and press the red button at the top to deactivate the program I just set up. If you don't, you'll start getting shocks, each one worse than the other."

Ralph smacked Taylor on the ass. "Better start climbing." Taylor started up the rope.

"Oh by the way, the button will start another program that you need to come down here to deactivate by pressing a button on the ground. Of course that will start another program, you get the picture. Oh and if something happens and you can't get to the button on time, your friends will end up passing out from the pain they will get from their cockrings. So you better make sure you do it. It's easy, only four times up the rope."

Mark didn't pass out from the whipping he received, although he wished he would of. Keith finished the whipping and laid the whips between Mark's legs and left the room.

As Mark lay there waiting for whatever was going to happen, he suddenly became aware that he didn't know when the last time he had eaten was.

After a time, one of the slaveboys came in carrying a bowl. He placed the bowl on the rack next to Mark's armpit, then climbed up on the rack and straddled Mark's chest on his knees. The slaveboy then reached into the bowl and scooped out some type of thick paste. He brought his hand up to Mark's mouth and started to open the teens lips and stuff the paste into the mouth.

Whatever it was tasted awful, but it was something to eat. The slaveboy placed scoop after scoop into Mark's mouth, until the bowl was empty and Mark had eaten enough to start feeling sick and thirsty.

The slaveboy then slid himself down Mark's belly and over his groin, fianlly stopping, when his face was over Mark's hard again cock. The slaveboy smiled as Mark watched him take his cock into his mouth and give the Mark the second blowjob of the day and his life.

Mark's mind started to focus on the sensations he was getting in his groin. He thought correctly that the food he had just been given, was laced with some type of drug.

Mark lost track of time, only able to focus on the pleasure the slaveboy was giving him. The last thing he was aware of was having the biggest orgasm of his life as he passed out.

Joshua meanwhile, was starting to wake up.

He was disoriented. He still smelled piss.

He knew he was on his knees, but his hands were no longer cuffed behind him, they were up by his face, like he was rubbing his eyes, but they were frozen in place attatched to some type of wall and spread wider. His neck was also fastened but had some slack in it, so he could move his head enough to touch his hands. He was also aware of some type of liquid that he was kneeling in.

Suddenly a circle of light opened up by his right hand, only to be quickly blocked by something that eneterd through the hole by his hand.

Joshua knew what it was that his hand was hold. "No, you bastards, I'm not going to jerk you off!"

The cock started to withdraw, then entered again, fucking the hole and Joshua's hand. As the cock started getting even harder sliding through the limp grip of Joshua, Joshua realized what was going to happen eventually. He tried to move his head away, but the cock was always pointing towards his face. Then the cock swelled up and Joshua felt the spasms as the cumm flew out and hit him in the cheek.

Joshua sighed, because the attack was over. But then he realized that the liquid he was kneeling in was piss, just as a stream came out of the cock in his hand and soaked his face.

Joshua concluded that he would rather have cum on his face than the piss that went up his nose and into his eyes. Luckily, none had gone itno his mouth.

But Joshua knew that there would be more cocks spraying him in the face.

Conditioning

As Mark woke up, he thought he had fallen asleep taking a shit. As he tried to bring his hands up to rub his eyes, he quickly snapped back to reality.

He was secured on a toilet seat with his hands hanging down. They were chained to the back legs of the chair he was in. His knees and ankles were also secured, as well as a straps around his waist and neck.

After a while, Keith came in with four young slaves.

"Good, you're awake. We can begin your conditioning."

Keith took one slave by the hair and pulled over to the chair. "Start rimming and don't stop until he's cum three times."

The slaveboy crawled under the chair and next thing that Mark knew was his asshole was being licked.

Keith pushed another to the front of the chair. "Just his balls, don't even think about his cock."

The boy knelt between Mark's spread knees and started to lick and suck on the teen's nutsack.

The last two boys were led to either side of Mark and had their mouths pushed down over top of Mark's tits.

Mark was starting to get into the sensations he was receiving, he was starting to get close to an orgasm just from the rimming and licking on his balls.

Keith, grabbed Mark's hair and turned his face towards him.

"After he has three orgasms, everyone will rotate. I want three orgasms on each rotation."

Mark shuddered with his orgasm as Keith left the room.

Taylor had made it up the rope without too much difficulty. He had to adjust to using his hands together, but using both at once actually helped him to pull up his body. Luckily the rope was soft, so he could get a good grip with his feet.

Actually the only thing that concerned him about the rope, other than the fact that he was naked and being forced to do it under penalty of pain, was the rope was rubbing against his now fully hard cock.

There was no way that he could avoid the rope from rubbing his cock and he knew that if he kept climbing up and down the rope, there was a good chance he would shoot his wad.

Taylor had made it up to the top of the rope and was standing on the small platform. He saw the red button that he was supposed to push, but was not able to push it with his hands cuffed around the rope. He quickly realized that he would have to lay down on the floor and use his foot to press it.

But something didn't look right. the floor had a depression in it where he would have to lay in.

Taylor sighed and realized that he needed to press the button no matter what was going to happen.

He lay down on his belly and twisted his body so he could see the button. He fearfully reached out his foot and swallowing, pressed the button.

At first nothing happened, but then he felt something spraying him. Taylor scrambled to get out of the spray, but it was too late. Except for his head and arms, his entire body was soaled in oil.

After a few moment, a buzzer sounded and everybody in the area started to walk over to the rope.

Taylor looked out at the gathering crowd.

It was divided into two distict groups. Slaves, who for the most part naked although some wore various chains and wardrobe (depending on their Master's whims) and Masters, who were in various states of dress or undress. Most of the slaves were carrying chairs so their masters could sit and watch the show that Taylor was putting on for them.

As Taylor began his climb down, he felt every eye on him, except for the slaves who were sucking on cocks.

The oil made it hard for Taylor to grip the rope with his feet, so he had to compensate by grabbing it tightly with his legs. This caused the rope to rub against his cock even more.

About five feet [1.5 meter] above the ground, it finally happened. Taylor's body shook with orgasm to the delight of the crowd.

Exhausted, Taylor lost his grip on the rope and fell to the ground, hitting his head and knocking himself unconscious. His cock still pumping out the last of his orgasm.

Joshua had lost count of how many cocks that had come through the two holes and pissed, shot their load or both at his face. He knew the piss he was kneeling in was up to his waist. He also knew that he was starving.

Suddenly one of the holes opened and Joshua saw a small tube enter his area. He saw an eye looking through the opening as the tube was directed at his mouth. At first he tried to resist the entry the tube was attempting, but finally giving up he allowed it to enter his mouth. Once it was in place, Joshua felt some type of awful tasting paste being forced into his mouth, all he could do was swallow. The paste continued until it had filled enough of Joshua's stomach to kill of the hunger pangs.

After the meal, Joshua felt his cock starting to get hard. He tried to thrust his hips to try and find some way to find relief from the horniness that he was suddenly feeling.

Outside the pissbox, Darren, another handler smiled as he heard the piss sloshing around. He knew that the blond inside was going wild trying to get off as the drugs in the meal he had been fed kicked in.

Joshua would be in a state of sexual fustration for the next few hours, until the drugs wore off. He would eventually end up shooting his load without anybody or anything touching his cock, except for the piss he was in.

After their workouts, Grant, Freddie, Chris and Adam were cuffed and led over to area that had a wall open to the outside and told to kneel. Ralph came over with two slaveboys carrying some type of floatation device. They were known as water yokes.

"You shits are going for a swim. But to make sure you don't drown, we're going to put these on you."

Ralph went over to Adam and uncuffed his arms and dragged to his feet by Ralph holding his hair.

"Arms out to the side, legs spread."

Adam complied. Ralph took one of the water yokes and buckled the ends to Adam's wrists. Ralph then stuck a small hose into Adam's mouth.

"Start blowing."

As Adam inflated his device, Ralph readied the others, having them all inflate their own yoke.

As the devices inflated, they formed a balloon in back of the shoulder and down the arms. At full inflation, each slaves arms were stuck straight out to the sides. It took a good five minutes to inflate the devices. As they were nearing full, Ralph buckled straps securing the elbows and upper arms to the water yokes.

Ralph then led the slaves over to the open side of the room. Ten feet [3 meter] below them was a waterway that reminded each of the type at a water park where you can lay back on a innertube and float.

"You only have to do one lap. Swim against the current one time around to the landing over there, and you can eat some food. But the food will only be there for a half hour. It takes an average of 20 minutes to swim against the tide, so you better get moving."

Ralph pushed Adam over the side and into the water. As Adam was caught up in the current, Ralph laughed, "Wrong way shit for brains."

Ralph walked down the line and pushed Chris and Freddie into the water. Grant jumped in on his own.

The First Night

After at least an hour of kicking against the flow of the water, Adam finally was the first to finish the lap around the 'river.' It had been embarassing for him. To be forced to float on his back as he kicked against the current. And along the way he saw naked boys and men looking down at his naked body.

Chris ended up having a freshly used condom landing on the middle of his upper chest and had to put up with the feel of the cum leaking out as he continued his swim.

Once he and the other three singers had finally made their lap, slaves came out into the shallow water and pulled them up on to the landing.

After the water yokes had been taken off and their hands secured behind their backs, they were taken into the building and led to a small room.

Ralph came into the room after a few minutes and ordered them to kneel. Four slaveboys brought in a bowl apiece and placed them down in front of the four new and hungry slaves. Then went and knelt in back of each one.

Ralph smiled, "When I say you can eat, dig in. But you need to finish before you shoot your load."

As soon as he said that, the slave in back of each singer, reached between his legs and started squeezing the cock. Once all four cocks were hard, Ralph told them to dig in.

Each of the singers dug their faces into their bowls of food. Hunger over powering the humiliation of eating like a dog.

Meanwhile the slaves behind them were furiously working on their cocks, trying to not only be the first to have his cock cum, but to get it to shoot before the slave finished dinner.

After a few minutes, Chris groaned as the slave behind him grabbed his hair and pulled him upright, allowing his cum to shoot out in front of him.

Grant was next, followed quickly by Adam.

As soon as Adam started shooting his load, Ralph ordered the slave masturbating Freddie to stop. The slave stood up and and at Ralph's order's emptied the remaining food in the other three bowls into Freddie's.

After Freddie was made to eat all the food in his bowl, the four former singers were then led out to the dormitory.

The dormitory in the training center was the same as the ones in the slave quarters. Except there were more restraints and options for securing a slave for the night.

Freddie was the first to be secured. He hopped onto the bed as instructed and quietly allowed the restraints on his wrists to be taken off. He then was laid down on his back and had his hands secured about a foot [30 cm] on either side of his head. Leather cuffs on two wires that went to the lower corners were then attatched to his ankles and then the wires tightened until he was fairly well immobilized.

Grant, then Chris, were next and they too were quiet as they were secured.

Adam, however, started out quiet, but as he was being laid down on his back, he kicked at the slave getting ready to attacth the ankle cuffs, hitting him square in the balls.

Immediately all four boys screamed as the shock slammed into their balls from the cockring. The pain went on until each boy slowly passed out.

Mark was going out of his mind, by the next morning he had lost count of the orgasms he had. After about four or five, he began to fall asleep between them, waking only to feel the throbbing in his groin or when another slave would put a tube of the awful tasting paste into his mouth and have him eat all that was in it. Meanwhile the intense pleasure he was receiving at his asshole, balls and both tits continued, constantly sending pleasure to his brain.

What Mark didn't know was that the paste contained larger and larger doses of the powerful aphrodisiac that all slaves were given to keep them horny. And that with each orgasm, he was being conditioned to enjoy the sensations that he was feeling.

Joshua spent the night with a constant erection. He was fustrated that he couldn't get his cock to rub against anything except the piss that was filling up around him. The only thing he could focus on was the painfully hard cock, the piss sloshing around him and the cocks that would enter the holes and point towards his face.

Twice more the feeding tube was placed into his mouth and he was fed some paste and the drug.

Finally, while two cocks were spraying his face with their piss, Joshua screamed, as his body shook with the most powerful orgasm he had ever had. Joshua then passed out.

Taylor woke up standing. He was immediately aware of the leather hood covering his entire head and the rubber tubes that went into his nose. The only sense he had was touch. the others being blocked by the hood.

He was also aware that he was strapped to the rope he had previously been climbing.

Leather straps secured his ankles together and to the rope, another strap just below the knees kept his legs straight. the next strap was harder to figure, but it secured the top of his thighs together and had the rope passing in front of the strap, causing the rope to press into his crotch behind his balls and then to dig into his asscrack. another strap, just above the hips made sure that the rope was snug in the crack. A leather collar went around his neck and the rope. Finally, Taylor's hands were secured by a single strap that cleverly went around both wrists and buckled tightly over his head. The end result being that he was securely connected to the rope and couldn't move, but his cock, balls, and front and side torsos were open to whatever was going to happen.

All sense of time had ceased for Taylor, who was only aware of the increasing discomfort of having to stand and wait.

Every once in a while, somebody would come up and squeeze his cock until it got hard. Or they would pinch and twist his tit, or run something along his flanks, causing him to squirm as the unknown people expiremented with tickling him.

Somebody started to stop the tubes going up his nose, causing him to stop breathing. His struggling in vain brought unheard laughter from his tormentors.

After a while, he felt a chill in the air and figured correctly that it was night.

The abuse of his body slowed down, but didn't stop. If anyhting, the less frequent abuses became more intense. Instead of having his body played with for a few minutes at a time, the night time sessions lasted a lot longer and were more painful.

Each time Taylor was abused, he felt someone squeezing and stroking his cock. Each time that he got closer to an orgasm, the more the abuse increased.

Finally, after Taylor had fallen asleep, he woke up to a strange sensation. His cock was in something warm and he felt something rubbing around the head.

Without realizing it, Taylor started to thrust his hips as far forward as he could towards the source of the pleasure to his cock. Then the feeling disappeared, only to be replaced by something smacking his balls.

Taylor's hardon quickly melted.

But then the feelings came back. Taylor knew that he was having someone suck his cock.

His cock grew back to full size and he felt himself getting closer to an orgasm. He felt his breathe getting heavier as his balls started to boil.

Then the mouth disappeared and he felt two smacks to his balls.

The torture went on, each time he was ready to shoot, the cocksucker would leave and he would receive the smacks. But each time, another smack was added.

Finally, on the sixth smack of the eight he was then receiving, Taylor's body started to shake and he let loose a load of cum that flew out at least six feet [1.50 meter]. By the end of the orgasm, Taylor hung from the straps unconscious.