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A Daymare on Kelly Street

Part 20 Preparation for the Journey to Hell

This story is fiction,  a figment of my warped imagination.  Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead,  it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.

This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex.  If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location,  then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.

The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story.  It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.

Story codes:  M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS

This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to:  robolder@excite.com   or    cumulust@yahoo.com


A Daymare on Kelly Street

by Rob

Part 20

Preparation for the Journey to Hell

The rest of the week was pretty much uneventful.  Every morning Pete arrived to
help Pat prepare me for my role as Dinky doggie.   I would go to the bar, pushed
along in Charlie's idea of a doggie limousine, the golden coloured cage.

He would scratch me behind the ear and then get Harry to bring me breakfast.  
Not once did he do anything to mess up or foul the food.    I was always on my
best behavior.    Never gave him any reason to do anything really nasty.

Oh he continued to embarrass me about his marks, making me do the beg thing for
anyone new that came in.   For the most part I spent my mornings sucking the odd
cock or laying on the floor at Charlie's feet with my head in my....paws.

Every afternoon was the same.   After having lunch with Charlie in the bar, Pete
and Larry would take me to the gym for an afternoon work out.   This was the
part I liked the best.   No one bothered us and we had a great work out and then
a good long swim in the pool.   A couple of times Pat joined us for an hour or
so.

In the evenings it was off to the games room to watch TV or play cards, play
pool or whatever struck my fancy.   Life was turning into a routine that really
was not all that bad.   I did not have to worry about anything.   Other than the
fact I had no rights, life was good here.

On the fifth morning after my return, Pete showed up bright and early instead of
Pat.

"Morning Harold.   No Dinky doggie this morning." he said cheerfully.

"Larry and I have a job to do this morning and Charlie thinks you should help us
with it."

"Oh, is it ok for me to ask what the job is?" I asked warily.

"Sure, no problem.   We are going to prepare your three tormentor's for
shipment.   Charlie found a buyer and we have to prepare them for the trip.  
They will be leaving late this afternoon.   Preparing them however is a big job,
so we really do need your help." he answered.

"Well, it will be a welcome break from the routine anyway." I answered with a
smile.

"One other thing, you get to wear a different outfit today.    Charlie does not
think it would be appropriate to let these guys see  your tattoos.   So you get
to wear these leather trousers.   But be sure you wear the pouch as underwear."
he said handing me a bag he had been holding in his hand.

"Thanks Pete." I said opening the bag and pulling out the trousers.  

They smelt so good and felt heavenly.   I don't know why I love the smell and
feel of new leather, but I do.

Even with the trousers, it didn't take long to get dressed and then Pete and I
headed for the bar for breakfast.

As usual Charlie was already there, sitting in his normal position.   I went
over respectfully and stood silently beside him, waiting for acknowledgement and
permission to sit.

"Ah, good morning Harold, have a seat boy." he said with a big smile.

"Pete has informed you about your duties for today?" he asked.

"Yes Sir, that I would help prepare my tormentors for shipment, Sir." I replied.

"You did an excellent job the afternoon you helped with their training, Harold. 
I expect no less from you today.   You may not like the way we will prepare
them, but you must put your personal feelings aside.   I have given specific
instructions on how they are to be prepared, that is what will be done." he said
seriously, looking deep into my eyes.

"Yes Sir, I will obey your orders, Sir, regardless of my personal feelings." I
answered.

"Good.   Now lets forget all this for the moment and have a  nice breakfast." he
said with a big smile.

"Yes Sir." I answered respectfully.

While this exchange had been going on, Harry had approached from the kitchen.  I
hadn't noticed him until Charlie started to give him his breakfast order.   But
when I did, I had to do a double take.   I couldn't believe that Charlie could
be so cruel to this, quiet, sad old man.

Charlie was completely naked except for a black sock thing that encased his cock
and balls.    The SLAVE word was very prominent.    Poor Harry must be really
feeling bad right about now.

After taking Charlie's order he went and stood beside Pat, got his then when to
Pete, Larry and finally me.   I felt so sorry for the poor man.   Why was
Charlie so fucking cruel, I wondered.   Harry was a fantastic cook, he was doing
his job, why go out of his way to make life a misery for him, I couldn't help
but wonder.

Being free to make my own breakfast choices for a change, I ordered 4 eggs,
sunnyside, bacon, sausage, pancakes, homefries, toast, orange juice and coffee.  
Charlie gave me a strange look.   I thought, oh, oh, I have gone too far.

"You always eat this much for breakfast before you came here, Harold?" he asked.

"When I work out regularly I burn a lot of calories, Sir and eat twice as much.  
Going to the gym everyday with Pete and Larry, I am really doing a lot of work
and need the food, Sir."  I answered.

"Pat make a note to get Dinky a bigger bowl.   I don't think we have been
feeding him enough." Charlie said.

"Yes Sir, it will be in the kitchen this afternoon.   I will change the
breakfast order for Dinky as well, Sir."  he said.

"Can always count on you to get things done, Pat." Charlie said with a smile.

A few moments later a young boy, not more than 16 or 17 approached from the
kitchen.    He was completely naked, just like Harry.   He was carrying a tray,
with mugs full of hot coffee.   He was new to it and did not have a good balance
on the tray.

He was also very embarrassed, being naked.    Like me, when I was in positions
such as his, his cock was standing at attention and dribbling precum as he
walked.

When he got to the table he placed the tray down.    There was coffee all over
the bottom of the tray, but the lad had sense enough to make sure he had a rag.  
He wiped the bottom of a mug and placed it in front of Master Charlie.

Charlie didn't pay any attention to the boy what-so-ever, or at lest he
pretended he wasn't paying any attention.

The boy went around the table delivering coffee to everyone.    After he placed
mine he picked up the tray to start back to the kitchen.

"Hold on there, Fuckup." Charlie commanded.

The poor kid went rigid and began to shake a bit.

"Why is there fucking coffee all over that fucking tray?" he demanded.

"Because I spilt it, Sir." the poor kid stuttered.

"You fucking spilt it.   Do you have any fucking idea how much coffee costs
these days?   Well do you, you useless piece of shit?" he hollered.

"No Sir." the boy answered tears of pure fear now running down his cheeks.

"Bring that fucking tray around here so I can see it." Charlie demanded.

The kid picked up the tray and hurried around for Charlie's inspection.

"Fuck, there must be damn near a full cup there.   What were you going to do
with it, Fuckup?" he almost screamed at the frightened boy.

"Wash it out in the sink, Sir." he answered the tears cascading down his pale
cheeks.

He was so scared, his hardon had now gone completely flaccid.

"Wash it out in the fucking sink.   Waste almost a full cup of expensive
coffee."  Charlie charged.

"Pick up that rag and soak up the coffee with it." he ordered.

The boy did as he was told.   Soon the rag was sopping and wouldn't absorb any
more of the coffee.

"Now wring out the rag onto the tray."

Again the boy obeyed.

"Now get down and clean my boots with that rag."

The boy quickly scrambled to the floor.   A few minutes later he stood up. 
Charlie looked at his boots.  

"You didn't do the fucking bottoms asshole, get down there and do the job
properly."

Again the kid dropped to the floor.  A few moments later he stood up again.

"Now sop up the coffee and then wring out the rag again.   Then I want you to go
and clean every pair of boots in the bar.   That shouldn't take you too long
since the five of us are the only ones here.   Now move your ass boy." Charlie
instructed.

For the next ten minutes the boy cleaned each of our boots.   Each time soaking
up the coffee and wringing it back in the tray.   I had a fair idea of what was
coming and I didn't envy the boy.

After he had done my boots he went back and informed Charlie that he was
finished.   Charlie made him rinse the rag in the coffee a few more times.

"Now place the tray on the floor and I want you to wash the floor all around my
chair.   Make sure you wring that rag out good I do not want the fucking floor
sopping wet." he ordered.

Again the kid obeyed.   When he was finished Charlie had him put the tray back
on the table and made sure he cleaned the rag in the coffee.

"Now boy, put your hands behind your back bend over and drink up all that
expensive coffee from the tray."

The boy suddenly had a look of complete revulsion on his face.   I knew this was
coming.

"But it is dirty Sir." he stammered.

"Is it.   Well boy so is a fucking toilet bowl full of shit.   Now which would
you rather drink, this expensive coffee or a toilet bowl full of shit?"  he said
looking at him with that evil look.

The boy knowing he was defeated bent over and started drinking the dirty coffee.  
Charlie wasn't satisfied just making him drink it.   He made him lick the whole
tray until it was almost dry.

"Let that be a lesson for you, Fuckup.   When you are serving food, don't spill
it, the punishment may be revolting.   Now where is that rag."

The boy showed Charlie the rag which he had been holding in his hand.

"Shove the whole thing in your mouth boy." Charlie ordered.

Again, unable to do anything else the poor kid did as order.   He stuffed the
dirty rag into his mouth.

"Pete go get the tape and tape the little fuckers mouth shut." he ordered.

While Pete went behind the bar to get the tape, Charlie went on tormenting the
boy.

"You will keep that fucking rag in your mouth until tomorrow.  Your punishment
for spilling coffee all over the fucking tray will be 20 lashes with the leather
belt.    The punishment will be delivered by Pete just before he puts you to bed
for the night."

Pete brought the tape over and taped the poor kid's mouth up so there was no way
to remove that rag.  He also had a black leather hood which he pulled over the
poor kids head.  There was a leather strap at the neck and Pete fastened it and
placed a small padlock through a hoop in the strap.    The kid would never be
able to remove the hood without the key.

"That should teach you boy. Now get back to work and be more careful." Charlie
growled.

The kid turned and hurried off to the kitchen.    As soon as he was gone Charlie
broke out laughing uncontrollably.

"That will teach the little prick." he managed to get out between gales of
laughter.

The breakfast was delivered by Harry.  It was amazing, he carried all five
plates at once.  Two plates on each arm and one in his hand.

The breakfast was great, everything cooked perfectly.   I just dug right in, I
was famished.   I felt real sorry for the kid, just as I did for Harry, but
there really was nothing I could do.   I did not want another visit to Master
Dieter's and I was going to keep my fucking nose clean.

As we began to eat Charlie spoke to me.

"You have never seen the kid before, have you Harold?" he asked.

"No Sir." I answered with a mouthful of pancake.

"No, you were at Dieter's, when he arrived.    A policeman friend brought him.  
The kid is 18 and has been in trouble for years.   Stealing, bullying, suspected
of a couple of serious arsons, and also of a couple of knifings.    Recently he
has been dealing for one of the local drug pins .  Anyway the courts keep
letting the little prick off.   It has reached the point where the kid just
snubbs his nose at the cops."  Charlie spoke as he nibbled at his food.

"A couple of the members of the force are friends of mine and they asked if it
might be possible for me to do something with the lad.   Of course I had to tell
them that if I took him on it was for keeps.   He would never leave slavery.  
The way they saw it was this, the kid was not about to change his ways, in fact
he was getting worse.  Now that he was mixed up in the drug trade, the day was
coming when he was going to start killing poeple or worse.  So they decided that
if I could save a few lives, why not.   So they brought the boy to me."  he said
looking into my eyes again.

"Pete and Larry have done a great job.   Did you see how easy it was to make him
cry.   He has also found out that he will never get to fuck a cunt again either,
now that he is the cunt.  He doesn't much like it, but then that has never
bothered Pete or Larry, has it guys?"

"No Sir," Larry answered.  "He has a nice tight asspussy and he is learning to
suck real good.   Another week and he will be sucking like he'd been doing it
all his life."

"So he will become a slave like me and work here, Sir." I asked.

"Well he will become a slave, Harold, but no, he will not be staying here.   I
have already sold him.   He will be heading to the middle east in about six
weeks.   A rich Arab has purchased him as a fuck slave.   He will have a very
good life, Harold.   He will live in the lap of luxury and all he will ever have
to do is suck and be fucked by his Master every once in a while."  Charlie
answered with a big grin.

"Is that what you are going to do with me, Sir, sell me to a rich man
somewhere?" I asked.

"Again, no, Harold.   I have no intention of selling you to anyone.   I want you
here, I think you will like it here and eventually we will find a full time job
for you.   But for now, I want you to continue with your training and to fulfill
your obligations as Dinky doggie." he spoke like a father speaking to a son.

"Yes Sir, whatever you wish, I will obey.  But thank you for not selling me,
Sir."  I said, and meant it.

He gave a big laugh and said:

"I really like you Harold.   I really do."

He then turned his attention to other matters and soon he and Pat were talking
business again.   I got to finish the rest of my breakfast in peace, and thought 
about the things he had just said.

The boy came back out carrying the coffee pot.   He was very careful not spill
even a single drop as he refilled all the cups.  It was hard to believe that
this was the same boy Charlie had just been talking about.   He was scared out
of his wits.   Having been there, I could understand why.

It was Pete that finally broke up the breakfast.

"Are you finished, Harold." he asked.

"Yes Pete." I replied.

"Ok, we better get started, we have a lot to do and not that much time to do
it."  so saying he and Larry stood up.  

I also arose and after thanking Charlie for an excellent breakfast, I followed
them to the special room where they had my three tormentors held.

All three were lying on a table and fully immobilized.   They couldn't even turn
their heads to look at us as we entered.   Considering how long Pete and Larry
had been abusing them, I figured they would be in terrible shape.   But they
actually looked to be in much better shape then the night they hurt me so badly.

"I trust you all had a good nights sleep." Pete said with a big smile.

"It is the last one you will ever have.   Your new Master is not as kind as
Charlie has been."

"You remember Harold, I don't see how you could ever forget him."  Larry
laughed.

"Harold will help us prepare you for shipment to your new Master.   After all it
is only fair that he get to help to send the three assholes that hurt him so
badly when he was completely helpless, to their reward."  Larry sneered.

I looked down at them, but said nothing.  I know I should have felt sorry for
them, but I really didn't.   Ass fucking them had not made up for what they did
to me.   I was going to do whatever Pete and Larry told me to and I think in a
small way I was going to enjoy it.

Pete took me over to the cupboards and pulled out a large plastic bottle, well
it was part bottle and part something else.  I wasn't sure what.    He handed it
to me then pulled out a couple of clear plastic hoses.   They were made of a
very soft, flexible plastic.

"Now this is similar to an enema bottle Harold.  The only difference is it is
used to force feed an unwilling victim.   We are going to force a gallon of
water into each of these assholes, or rather you are.   I will show you how the
thing works and you can just go ahead and do each of them while Larry and I get
some other things done."  Pete said.

First he demonstrated how to fill the bottle, connect the hose and open the
valve to get a good water flow.  We then went over and he unfastened the
restraints that held the ring leaders head immobilized and pulled out the gag. 
The ring leader immediately began to beg.

"Please, Pete don't do this.   Please get Charlie to come here so we can talk.  
Please Pete, don't let this happen." he begged.

Pete just laughed as he grabbed the man by the hair and pulled his head back. 
He pulled it back so far the man's mouth popped open and he couldn't talk
anymore.

Pete then demonstrated the correct method to shove the flexible hose down the
man's throat.  He guy gagged and choked, but that didn't stop Pete.   Once the
hose was down as far as he figured it needed to go he pulled it out and had me
try it.

Just to be fucking cruel, I am sure, he had me put it in and take it out three
more times.   He said it was very important that I learn to do it right.   I
didn't give a fuck for the asshole to whom I was doing this.   He had not shown
me any pity and I damn well was not going to show him any.

That done I went over and filled the bottle with water.   I hooked it to the arm
Pete had attached to the table, connected the hose then pushed it back down the
poor bastards throat.   By now I am sure his throat must have been raw.

I opened the valve and watched as the water began to flow.   Once I was sure it
was flowing good I went back to the cupboard, pulled out another bottle, filled
it and brought it to the second guy.

I had to unfasten his head restraints and he too begged.   But I paid no
attention to him.    I attached the hose to the bottle, grabbed him by the hair
and yanked his head back till his mouth popped open.   All the practice had paid
off.   That hose slipped down this pricks throat just as quick and neat as you
please.   I opened the valve and the water began to flow.

A third bottle was prepared and in no time the water was flowing into the third
guy.   I checked the ring leader and the water was still flowing smoothly.   
Pete had said you have to be careful not to let the water flow in too fast.  The
victim might regurgitate and that would be counter productive.  The idea here
was for him to hold all that water, for a very long time.

Now I saw how that was to be accomplished.  Larry brought over a long, catheter. 
It was about 8 inches long, about a quart inch in diameter at one end tapering
up to almost three quarters of an inch at the other end.

Without ceremony, Larry began pushing the narrow end of the catheter into the
piss slit of the ring leaders cock.   The guy began to cry out in pain,  the
hose jammed down his throat muffling his cries a bit.  Larry didn't pay any
attention, just kept pushing that fucking catheter in until it just wouldn't go
any farther and about and inch was still sticking out.

He took some white surgical tape and began to tape all around the head of the
guys cock.  He wrapped that tape around and around making sure the catheter end
was completely taped in.   There was no way for that catheter to come out until
the tape was removed.  He then taped the ring leaders cock to the side of his
right leg.   That would keep it in place until removed at the other end of the
journey.

"See Harold, the catheter has a valve inside.  Just before we wrap these guy up,
we are going to inject about 8 oz's of piss into each of their bladders.   That
will ensure the bladder is full before shipment.   Charlie wants them to be very
uncomfortable for the journey and so they shall be." Larry explained with a
gleam in his eye.

I saw the look of horror cross the faces of each of my tormentor's as Larry
explained this.    They now knew they were in for an agonizing time, much worse
then they had expected.

I also thought that Larry had explained this to me, in a very loud voice, just
to make sure they knew what was coming.   He got a real kick out of tormenting
his victims.

He started on the second guy, but gave me the third catheter and told me to try
my hand with the last guy.   Although I didn't hate these two as much as I did
the ring leader, I still managed to treat the man with total contempt and no
pity at all.

By this time Pete was back.  He held three large size butt plugs.  He threw one
to Larry then one to me.

I watched and just basically did what they did.  First they unfastened the legs
and feet of the man they were working on.  They ordered him to lift his legs and
spread them wide or they would crush his balls.   Of course the poor bastard
complied.   He already had enough problems, he didn't need aching balls to go
along with it.

Once the guy had his legs up the butt plug was rammed home.  No lube, no special
care, just rammed up hard.   Each of the guy gave a yelp of pain around the hose
still sticking out of their mouths.

They were then permitted to lower their legs.   Pete  took the surgical tape and
taped the ring leaders ankles together, then his knees.  He tossed the tape to
Larry and he did the same with his man.  He tossed the tape to me and I did my
guy.

The water bottles were empty so we each disconnected the bottles and pulled the
hoses out of the throats of our victims.   They each began to cry for mercy.   I
could just imagine how scared they must all be.   Well they should have thought
of that before they fucking well attacked me.

The next job was to remove all the bonds that held each of them to the tables.  
Once that was done we helped them off the table and had them stand straight with
their arms out straight in front and their fingers interlocked.

We now taped their hands and wrists so it was impossible to pull their hands
apart.   They were then instructed to lower their arms and rest the hands
against the abdomen.   Tape was now wrapped all around the waist, taping the
hands close to the abdomen.

They each wore a heavy black collar that was locked on.   The collar had a ring
for connecting chains or a leash or whatever.   Pete went to a wall panel and a
few seconds later chains started to lower from the ceiling, just above the head
of each victim.  My guy was not placed exactly right so Larry came over and
between the two of us we moved him until he was right under the chain.

Once the chain was lowered enough that it could be connected to the collar, Pete
turned off the power.   The chain was attached to each of the victims with a
padlock, then Pete went back to the panel and took up any slack.

The guys were not lifted or anything, but the chain was pulled snug.  They would
not be able to move anywhere, no matter how hard they might try.

"There that should keep you boys for a while."  Pete said with a satisfied
smile.

"We have been working so hard, it is time for us to have a break.   Now don't
you boys go anywhere." he admonished, shaking a finger at them.

"We will only be gone for an hour or so.  Then we will be back to finish the
job." he laughed.

We then left them,  as he was leaving, Pete turned out the lights so they would
be in complete darkness.   Although I did nothing to try and stop it, I did
think we were being excessively cruel.   After all, from what I had heard, these
guys wouldn't survive very long where they were going.

The three of us headed to the bar.  When we entered, hardly anyone looked up. 
What a welcome change.  Normally when I entered they all took immediate notice
and made disparaging remarks and catcalls.   I almost felt human walking towards
Charlie's table.

"Ah the packers return." Charlie said as we approached the table and sat down.

"And how is it going?" he asked.

"Good, Sir." Pete answered.

"The water and catheters are in.  We now have them taped and standing in the
dark.   Their bladders should be full by the time we get back.   We will then
each take a piss and inject it up into their bladders that should ensure they
are uncomfortable for the entire trip."

"Good boys." Charlie said with a big smile.

"And how have you been doing Harold.  You have been helping, right?" he asked
looking at me with those dark eyes.

"Yes Sir.   Pete and Larry are good teachers, Sir.   I have not had any problems
helping them prepare those bastards, Sir." I said, hoping to impress him.

His eyes lit up and a big smile creased his face.

"Now that's what I like to hear.   I knew you would work out eventually.   That
makes me real happy, Harold.   Real happy indeed."

The poor kid was back.   I could see from the redness in his eyes showing
through the eye slits of the hood that he had been doing a lot of crying.   I
also noticed that he had a few welts on his body.   Someone had been using a
belt on him.

"What would everyone like?" Charlie asked.

Pete and Larry ordered coffee and muffins.   I ordered, what else, a coke and
took a chance and asked for an O Henry chocolate bar.  Ok, ok I hear you, but
hell I am still young, I like chocolate bars and had not had one since being
brought here against my will.  So why not?

The kid looked at Charlie, Charlie nodded his head in ascent.   I felt great
inside.

I noticed, while the kid was taking Larry's order that someone had tied a red
ribbon around the poor kids cock and balls.   His dick was now flaccid so I knew
he was not getting any pleasure at all from his treatment.

After taking the orders he scooted quickly back to the kitchen.   With his back
to me I gave a shudder, he had taken quite a beating since serving breakfast.  
I wondered what trivial thing the poor bugger had done to earn that reward.

The kid was very, very careful serving the coffee.   He never spilt a single
drop.   He placed each mug down, then a spoon beside it.   He placed my can of
coke in front of me, then carefully placed an O Henry bar beside it.  In a flash
he disappeared into the kitchen.

"Did you all notice how, Fuckup, has improved his delivery service?" Charlie
said.

Pete answered in the affirmative.

"The little prick spilt more coffee after you had all gone to work.   I can't
have a fucking fuckup like that spilling coffee all over the place, so we tied
him to a table and Richard used his belt to teach the little fucker a lesson. 
Then just for amusement, Richard made the little fucker climb up on a table and
spread his legs wide."  Charlie recounted the events of earlier.

"He then invited everyone in the bar to come along and feel the little bastards
dick and nuts.   It was fucking hilarious,  the kid went beet red.   The moment
the first guy touched his little pecker it shot right up.  I must admit though
that some of the guys were a bit rough.   They had the kid crying in pain when
they squeezed his balls just a bit too much." he laughed and took a sip of his
coffee.

"Then just before he let him get down from the table Richard brought out this
piece of red ribbon from his pocket and tied it around Fuckup's nuts and balls.  
Well this broke up the whole room.   Gawd, you guys should have been here it was
so fucking funny."

Charlie finally dropped the subject of the kid and we were soon into a
discussion about the up coming Gay Pride parade.   He had decided that he was
going to add a third dog to the parade.   The kid.   He was thinking of naming
the kid Twink, so his doggie name would be Twinky.

At the judging stand, Dinky could mount Twinky and Stinky would mount Dinky.  
That should really make a great show for the judges.   Larry gave a big smile
and said:

"That sounds like a lot of fun, Sir.   I can't wait.   But do you think we could
practice a few times.    It is impossible to grip anything with the paws on, so
I really think we need to practice doing it without being able to hold on to the
guy under you.    It won't be too bad for Stinky, but Dinky will have a
problem."

"That's a great idea, Larry.   Not only that it should make for great
entertainment here in the bar.  We can bring the dogs in next week in the
evening for a couple of nights and they can practice for a couple of hours each
night.  I will make sure word gets around, so the place will be packed." 
Charlie said with a big grin.

Oh fuck no.   I thought.   What the fuck is wrong with Larry that he would
suggest such a thing to this mean bastard.   Now not only did we have to
practice, we would have to do it here in the bar, to a packed house.  Shit.

What about the poor kid?   I was going to have to fuck his ass.  Damn, I didn't
want to be any part of anything that hurt him.   Why does Charlie have to
involve others in his cruel schemes?

It was a lucky coffee break for me, though.  Pete and Larry wanted to take a
full hour so the victims would suffer more.   The lad came around with the
coffee pot to refill the cups and I asked Charlie, very politely of course, if
it would be ok for me to have another coke.   I'll be damned he didn't say sure
thing and what about another chocolate bar? 

Well I have to tell you I am not about to argue when things are going my way so
I opted for the second bar as well.   Guess I was trying to make up for all the
stuff I had missed over the past few weeks.

So while Charlie and the guys chatted about whatever, I munched happily away on
my second O'Henry and slurped my second coke.   Some days life can be so good.

Finally break was over and it was time to go back and torment my tormentors some
more.   I think I was beginning to become as depraved as Charlie and his crew, I
was actually looking forward to it as we sauntered down the hall.

The poor buggers were right where we left them, fat chance they were going
anywhere without us.   Pete went right to the cupboard and removed three, large,
clear plastic jugs.   He handed one to me and one to Larry.   At first I didn't
know what I was supposed to do with it, but then when they each whipped out
their dicks I knew.

They had placed themselves right in front of the guy they were working on.  
They both pissed into the jug and when finished held the jug up so the victim
could see how much piss was in the jug.  I followed suit.

Pete then walked over to the counter and returned with a huge syringe.   He
pushed the plunger all the way in, placed the end in his jug of piss and slowly
withdrew the plunger, filling the syringe with his piss.

The syringe was so large it took almost all of Pete's piss from the jug.  Pete
then connected the end of the syringe to the catheter strapped to the ring
leaders leg. 

"Well boy." he said with a smile.

"You think you have to piss now, wait till your bladder gets filled with this."

He then pushed the plunger and his hot piss started to flow up the tube and into
the ring leaders bladder.   It must have been extremely uncomfortable and maybe
even painful.

"Oh shit Pete, stop, please.  Oh man this is in human.  Pete please stop." he
cried out.

Pete didn't pay any attention, just kept the pressure on that plunger until the
entire contents was injected up into the already full bladder.    He then
disconnected the syringe from the catheter and handed it to Larry.

Larry proceeded to do the same thing to his man.   When he was finished he
handed it to me and I did my man.   I must admit when my man started crying and
begging me to stop, I did feel a twinge of gilt.   But I quickly thought back to
that night and what they did to me.   That helped me tune out his pleas.

For the next part of the job we would all have to work together.   Pete
explained that we would now encase each of them in a plastic wrap cocoon.   We
would be using ordinary kitchen wrap, similar to Saran wrap.

They had huge rolls of the stuff.  Pete said it would take more than a thousand
feet of the stuff to wrap each of them.   We started down at the feet, wrapping
the wrap around the legs and pulling it tight.  We went all the way up to the
neck and then back down to the feet, three times.   Pete wanted a minimum of
three layers on each guy.

The victims of course didn't like this at all and kept crying and begging us to
stop.   But we didn't.  Finally all three were tightly bound and Pete called a
halt to the work so we could go for lunch.

"Sorry boys but only the staff get to eat lunch.    We have a special lunch
planned for you, but you don't get it till we come back." he said to the three
victims.

Again we left them standing there.   The chain attached to their collars keeping
them from falling over.    Pete turned out the lights and left them in the dark.

Instead of heading to the bar for lunch, Pete and Larry headed in the opposite
direction.   We went all the way down to the section where my room was, passed
it and turned right at the next corridor.   We went down that a ways and I could
smell all kinds of good smells.   A kitchen or dining room was nearby.

Sure enough a few doors down Pete opened a door and we entered a large dining
room.   There were 20 or more guys, all dressed in the standard slave dress,
sitting in groups at small tables eating.

At one end of the room was a large steam table area and Pete headed there.  We
each picked up a tray and served ourselves from a variety of different
offerings.   Then headed for a vacant table.

I had never realized this dining room was here.   I also had no idea that
Charlie had this many slaves here.

Once we were seated I just couldn't hold my curiosity in check any longer.

"Are these guys all Charlie's slaves?" I asked.

"Yeah, this is a few of them." Larry responded.

"A few!" I exclaimed.

"Oh yes, Charlie has a huge organization here.  He is  the top Master on the
whole North American continent.   There are probably only a few Arabs and a
couple of Japanese that have larger organizations.   Mind you the Arabs are not
really organizations, their slaves are real slaves, only permitted to perform
menial tasks.   At least in the west the slave is treated with a little more
respect and dignity." he explained.

I didn't respond to that at all.   I didn't see any respect and dignity in what
Charlie was doing to me and Harry and now the kid.    But if what Larry said was
true I think I would be much happier as a slave here then in the Middle East.  
I really pitied the kid being sent there.

Lunch was really good and we were able to completely relax.   Without Charlie in
attendance the whole atmosphere was different.  I kind'a hoped I could come here
for meals more often.  I wasn't going to hold my breath hoping though.

I thought I might try wringing a reason why we had come here for lunch, that way
I might have a better idea of what my chances were for a return visit.

"Pete," I asked.  "Is it ok to ask why we came here for lunch?"

"I guess so." he answered.

"Charlie had to go out.  Whenever he does that we usually lower ourselves to eat
here.   You notice how none of the others dares come near the table or say
anything to us?

"Now that you mention it, yes.  It does seem strange." I answered.

"That's because, to them, we are almost on the same level as Charlie.   We have
the authority to order them to do anything as long as it doesn't interfere with
orders given by Charlie.   We know every man here, what his job is and how well
he does it.   If they fail in their duties and are awarded punishment, we are
usually the ones that carry it out." he said in a normal voice, not caring
whether any of the guys in the room could hear him or not.

"One day real soon, I suspect, you will join them, unless of course Charlie
decides you deserve special status, in which case you will remain with us in the
bar or gravitate to one of the senior slave dining rooms."

"So there are different levels of status among the slaves." I stated.

"Yes.   Each slave is given all kinds of opportunities to earn points.   As he
earns points he slowly climbs up the status ladder.  For some reason we have not
been able to figure out yet, Charlie has taken to you and is giving you special
privileges that slaves normally do not get." Larry interjected.

"Other slaves brought in that haven't even been one tenth as obstinate as you
have been are packed off to a brothel or the parts farm long before this.   So
be thankful for whatever it is you got, it has saved your bacon more than once.  
But one word of warning, Harold, Charlie does not have a lot of patience.   If
you are not careful, you just might try it once to often and then you will end
up much like those three guys we are preparing for shipment." he paused and
looked me in the eye as he said this.

"And we really would hate to see that happen to you, Harold.   Your an ok guy." 
Pete finished.

"Thanks guys," I answered.  "I appreciate you honesty.   I will try very hard
not to piss him off again.  I don't think I could handle another visit like the
one to Dieter."

"Well, Harold.  Just be glad that it was to Dieter and not the brothel or parts
farm, they are a thousand times worse.  I know, because I have been to both, on
business for Charlie." Pete said.

I looked him in the eye and could see that he was telling me the truth.  That
sent a real chill up my spine.   I was going to have to be very, very careful.

After lunch we headed back to finish off the job.   Our three victims were right
where we left them.  They started begging us to empty their bladders the moment
we entered the room.  Pete and Larry just laughed at this, otherwise ignoring
them.

Pete went to the cupboard and took out a bowl.   From a lower cupboard he
brought a small yellow box then retrieved a spoon from a drawer.    He poured
some white powder from the box into the bowl, added some water and stirred it
all around.

While he was doing that Larry had brought over some clear flexible tubing.  It
was about a quarter inch in diameter.  I watched as he made some quick
connections with various little connectors and things.   Pete was on his way
back as Larry finished with the hoses.

We went first to the ring leader.  Larry took one of the hose preparations and
connected it to a tank under the table.   He then insert two pieces of the hose
up the nostrils of the ring leader.  The loose hose was looped up over the head
and taped to the forehead to keep it out of the way.

Pete then walked up and started pushing the white paste, he had made, into the
nostrils.  I asked him what it was and he said a form of palstic,  it would
harden in about 15 minutes and would hold the hose in place and make a seal.  He
did this with each of the guys.

Pete sent me over to the counter to pick up the three red sponge balls that were
there.   They were very similar to the one they had used to train me to fetch as
Dinky doggie.   As well he said I would find a little brown pill bottle, I was
to bring that as well.  I brought the balls and the bottle of pills over.  

He told me to place two pills in each guys mouth.   He said to tell them it was
a pain killer that would make things a lot easier.   I did as I was told and
they each swallowed the pills with no problem. 

I was then told to jam a ball into each of their mouths.  It was then I new what
the hoses up the nose and the tanks were for.   They were providing the guys
with oxygen so they could breath.   I would be willing to bet it was extremely
uncomfortable.

Larry had brought something else over as well, it was a fairly large darning
type needle, about four inches long and maybe two or perhaps three sixteenths of
an inch in diameter.   As well he had a ball of heavy white twine.   

He pulled off a long length of the twine and cut it with scissors.  

"Ya really ain't gonna like this asshole." he said to the ring leader.

"I am gonna sew your lips closed so ya can't spit out the ball.    Ya better not
puke or you will choke to death, I really don't care."

With that he threaded one end of the piece of twine into the needle head.  
Grasping the ring leaders lips he began to sew the lips together roughly.   The
man cried and moaned, but he was effectively gagged and very little sound came
out.  It was obvious to me that Larry had not waited long enough for the pain
pills to work.

He did each of them and they all cried and moaned.   It really was taking those
pills a long time to start working, so I asked about it.

"The pills.   Oh sorry, Harold." Pete said loudly.   "We thought you knew. 
Those weren't pain pills, they were a very powerful laxative.  Within the hour
these three are going to need to shit really bad.  The pills were the special
lunch we promised them."  then he began to laugh.

The look of horror on the three pain stricken faces was unbelievable.  They
realized that they were in real trouble now.

Once the lips were all sewn closed Pete said good by to the ring leader and we
began to enclose his head in the kitchen wrap.   We didn't block his eyes, it
didn't matter if he could see or not.   Once his head was tightly coccooned we
moved to the next guy.  

It didn't take long before all three were finished.   The only sound that came
from them was the sound of the air release valve discharging the used oxygen
from their lungs.  It was hard to believe that inside all that plastic wrap were
three live human beings.   They looked like Egyptian mummies.

Pete said we had to wait now for the crates to arrive and then we would be
finished.   In the mean time we cleaned up  and put away all the things we had
used.   We were just finishing that off when the door was opened and three large
wooden crates were wheeled into the room.

The top and sides were quickly removed from each.   Inside was a sponge mattress
about 2 inches think.   Each of my tormentors was carefully lifted and laid out
on a mattress within the crate.  A number of straps were then fastened around
him to keep him immobilized on the bed.

There were two large oxygen bottles at the head end and the hose was detached
from the bottle under the table and quickly attached to the ones in the crate.  
The side of the crate was then put in place and the guys that brought the crate
quickly screwed the side back on.

I hadn't noticed their arrival but a couple of other guys had brought large
bags.  These were opened and the contents, which turned out to be little
Styrofoam pebbles, were poured over the victim filling the crate right to the
top.   The lid was then placed on and screwed into place.  Each of the victims
was now ready for transport.

The guys that had brought the crates rolled them out the door and up the
hallway.   I never saw the victims again.  It was as they were being pushed down
that hallway that my conscience finally kicked it.   I guess I finally realized
that this was not a game, this was for real.   Those poor bastards were going to
suffer a hell of a lot more than I did.  I suddenly wished I had not been a part
of this.

"Do you have any idea where they are going, Pete?" I asked, my curiosity getting
the better of me again.

"Ya, to some small country in Asia.   They hate Americans there with a passion.  
The Master that purchased them, needs some white Caucasians for his twisted,
kinky customers.   Apparently they really get it off beating on Americans.  To
them anyone from North America is American.  But that is none of our concern. 
He purchased them he can do with them what he will."

"We pumped a lot of water into them, then all that piss injected into their
bladders, now we have given them laxatives.   How long is it going to be before
they get relief."  I asked.

"The flight to their new home is a long one, over 12 hours.   Their new Master
is a real bastard, he believes in total and complete control of his slaves.   It
may be a day or so before he even unwraps them and cuts the twine that was used
to  sew their mouths closed.  The first thing they will do is beg to piss and
shit.  He will refuse those requests and will warn them they have to hold it or
he will beat their fucking balls black and blue.  Then he will beat them for
having asked.   They won't be able to hold it and well........." he started
laughing, "their poor fucking balls."

I shuddered at this.   My gawd, what had I done.  Those guys didn't deserve to
be treated like that.  Damn it why was Charlie always so fucking cruel?

Once the boxes were gone we headed for the gym.   The heavy exercise helped me
vanquish my conscience.   We then hit the pool and I just enjoyed the water for
an hour.  After a hot shower I headed for my room.   Pete and Larry said they
would see me in the bar for dinner.

There was still more than an hour before I would be required to show myself in
the bar.  I went to my bed and lay down.  The room really was great, so much
better than what I had had when I was on my own.  Then I sat up with my heart
pounding. 

A desk had been added to the furnishings.   On the desk was a personal computer. 
I got up and went over to it.  There was a small note card on the keyboard.

"You did well today, Harold.   You will find that slaves that behave and do
their jobs get rewards.   Enjoy your new computer, you have internet access and
these are all the codes and passwords you will need to operate everything. 
Signed, Charlie."

In a matter of moments I had it on and was surfing the internet.   Oh it felt so
good to be back out there.   I think of all the things I missed about my old
life, the computer was the one I missed most.

I got so wrapped up in what I was doing I was almost late leaving to go to the
bar.   When I realized the time I jumped up quick and went running down the
hall.

To be continued.
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