The Masters guest are preparing to leave and take their new possessions home. Lady Ann and her husband, Giovanni, are downstairs with the boy Jayson, strapped in a crate. She has a mirror positioned in front of him, covered by a sheet. He's starting to wake up after being given a counter agent to stop the effects of the tranquilizer.
Jayson slowly wakes up, moaning. His balls are aching horribly, and he can't move. He's wondering what the fuck is going on, then his memories come flooding back. He snaps his eyes open and tries to struggle, unfortunately unable to, due to the restraints holding him securely in the crate.
He looks around, sees Lady Ann and her husband, and their slave. He's down on all fours, puppy paw mitts strapped and locked on his hands, sitting like a dog, on a leash next to its master. The puppy notices the boy stirring, bares his teeth and growls softly.
“Shush!”, Lady Ann says sternly , and the puppy whines a little, but obeys the command instantly.
“Good, you're awake my disgusting rapist.” She says to the boy, “I wanted to make our acquaintance before we start your total transition Jayson.”
Jayson is startled when she uses his real name, which doesn't pass the lady's notice.
“Yes Jayson, we know everything about you. We were made aware of your atrocious behaviors. You had quite the reputation on the streets. They were looking for you to arrest you and put you in prison. Raping boys and girls. Stealing from them. You're not a very nice human being, are you Jayson?”
Jayson’s mind is reeling. How does this bitch know all this? And why are my balls hurting so badly? He's starting to sweat, and feels a cold chill inside himself.
“I dislike rapists boy. They don't deserve anything that resembles a happy existence. So you are going to suffer. My husband, he's an excellent individual when it comes to reprogramming a boy's mind. You're going to have your humanity ripped from you slave. I'm going to have you completely dehumanized.”
Jayson is moaning. His balls are screaming. His mind is going in a trillion directions. He's unable to focus. Lady Ann sees this, and steps up to him, then slaps his face hard, rattling the boy's senses.
“Having trouble paying attention, Jayson? Something not feeling right? Let me show you something bitch.”
She walks to the covered mirror and yanks off the sheet. Jayson sees himself strapped in the crate. As he looks at his reflection, realizing he looks like the guy from this morning, complete with an IV in him. Then his eyes look down and see his genitals. What the fuck he screams in his mind as he sees the band cutting off the blood flow to his testes. He screams into the gag and looks at his new Mistress with anger in his eyes as he tries to tell her he's going to kill her.
She got the jist of his mumbles and sounds, and steps up to him, and punches him hard in the gut.
“Shut up Bitch! And pay attention, Bitch. That's your new pet name, Bitch, the human you were doesn't matter any more. We're going to bury him deep inside your mind. You, Jayson, will be always aware of what's happening around you and to you. However, you'll be powerless to stop it or control your own body.”
The boy is in extreme pain. The gut punch added to the pain from his banded balls. He felt sick in his stomach. He wants to cry out for his mother.
“Forced hypnosis, Bitch. You will live your life as a female dog, constantly in heat. Never having any kind of satisfaction sexually. And our puppys will rape you everyday, Bitch. You will suffer for your crimes Bitch. I may even have your lower arms and legs removed to make you wobble on nubs. I haven't decided yet.”
As she's talking to the boy, she grabs a small pouch of a solution, and shows it to the boy, “This a mild sedative, it'll keep you floating in your mind as your being transported to your forever home and your new life Bitch. It has a unique side effect. It makes you open to suggestions.”
She hangs the small pouch in the crate, attaches it to the IV line so it's pumped into him with the solution to keep him hydrated. Then she holds up a catheter and bag, smiles, and says, “We don't want any mess, do we Bitch.”
She slides the catheter into the boy's penis, and he feels every inch of it entering him. Then she tapes it into place, placing the bag on the bottom of the crate. The boy, no, the puppy Bitch, is in tears. He now understands that there's nothing he can do, but he's going to get out of this, no matter what, he thinks. Lady Ann holds up some bluetooth earbuds and a phone.
“Your reprogramming starts now, Bich. Enjoy your journey, slave.” She slips the buds securely into his ears, starts the recording, and tucks the phone into a pouch inside the crate. The sedative is starting to work on the boy. She can see the signs in his body relaxing, and his eyes slowly glazing over. The music starts to play in his ears, a soft, hypnotic sound. Then Giovanni’s voice starts.
“Hello Bitch. You are a puppy. You're not a man. You don't like being a human…..”
Two security men approach the crate, one with the cover, the second has a screw gun and screws. The crate is sealed shut. And the boy, Jayson, begins his journey into his new life as a puppy named Bitch.
Upstairs, there's another scene taking place. This one isn't anything similar to the one Jayson just experienced. Jamal is in his suite. He has his slave, and Frank, packing up his belongings. They're all preparing for their journey home to Jamal's estate in the middle east. Dwayne is on his knees in front of a sitting Jamal.
“I want you to understand Dee, I am a generous master to my slaves..”
“Ohhh God…” Dwayne mutters in fear. He's scared of this man. Jamal as been eyeing him every time he's been around the boy. Dwayne has a good idea of what the man was thinking.
Jamal smiles, and continues, “Don't speak Dee. Just listen. Don't make me punish you so soon. Understand me?”
“Y..y..ye…yes s..s..sir. I…I understand.” The boy manages to stammer out.
“Good. Now. Stay quiet or I'll gag you slave, and listen to me carefully. I am attracted to boys like you. However, in my land, I must present myself in a certain light. Owning slaves is a status symbol in my land. Owning blonde haired boys, such as yourself, is a sign of strength and high status. It also gives me the right to use you for my pleasure. And I intend on getting my pleasure from you.” He looks at the boy, and places a finger on his lips, slowly rubbing them. He sees a small sign in the boy's demeanor that tells him the boy is most likely gay. That's good he thinks, he'll be easier to get into my bed.
He slowly forces a finger into the frightened boy's mouth, then starts a gently rhythm of fingering the boy's mouth. And continues, “You now have only one responsibility in your life Dee, and that's providing me sexual pleasures and release as befits a man of my superior status. You're an inferior male, Dwayne, you know this.”
He slips another finger into the slave's mouth, then stands up and starts stroking the boy's head softly, running his fingers through his hair, “You're a beautiful boy Dee. You give me what I want and I'll be good to you. Fine clothes, fine wines and foods when I travel, you, always at my side.”
Dwayne is slowly letting his guard down. He knows this man is very dangerous. However somehow this felt right. He couldn't explain it, but he felt as if this where he belonged. He wasn't gay, or even bi. He considered himself straight, however, he had accepted money for sex from men. Yea, ok it wasn't that bad either, but hey, they paid good money. But, none of them made him feel like he did now.
“Look up at me Dee,” Jamal commands, and the boy's blue eyes look up at his new owner.
“You are my slave Dwayne, it's your purpose now. I am Jamal ibn Omar Naser, and I am your Master, now and forever. “
Dwayne's eyes rolled back into his head with that statement, and moaned. Jamal felt it in his fingers. The new slave boy felt butterflies in stomach. And a heat radiated from within, his face grew flushed. He then suckled Jamal's fingers. Bam! Jamal thinks. He's mine. He pulls his from the boy's mouth, wipes them on his face.
“Who are you boy?” Jamal asks him
“I…I…,” he looks away from Jamal, a tear running down his face, “I'm your slave,” he says weakly.
Jamal grabs him by his hair, turns him to face his Master.
“Who owns you, slave?”
“You do…sir,” he answers, crying some. God I can't believe this is happening. A fucking slave! He's visibly shaking.
Jamal steps back to the bed, picks up a hand towel, tosses it to the boy. He sits back on bed, and says, ‘No crying boy. If I desire tears and crying from you, I'll make you cry. Now boy, you have two choices. You can give me your word that will do what you're told and show me obedience. Then, you'll walk from here with me and these other slaves in that cage behind me. You will be dressed, and have some sandals. We then would all get aboard my private jet, and we'll leave. You'll travel in relative comfort. “
He looks at the boy, smiles, and continues, “Or, I'll have you crated like those other pathetic souls. Then, you'll be in a box, in the dark, and I'll be forced to severely punish you later for embarrassing me by asking our host at this hour to package you up.”
He stands up, “Well, what are you going to do Dee?”
I'm not getting into a damn box, he thinks. Then answers, “I'll do whatever I must to stay out of a box, sir.”
Jamal nods at him, then stands up and motions Dwayne to stand up. As soon as he does, Jamal grabs him by his throat, choking the boy.
“I expect you to keep your word slave. That's all you have now in your life, your word and vow to behave. Upset me or break your word and you'll suffer in ways unimaginable.”
The boy is struggling to breathe. He feels his windpipe being squeezed shut, and he's frozen stiff with fear. Jamal squeezes harder, and the boy can't get any breath, he starts panicking. His eyes bulge out. He's about to start fighting back, however, there's a nagging thought in his head that says, he'll hurt me if I fight him. His body goes slack, his vision getting dark.
Jamal, an experienced master at controlling slaves and breaking them, knows exactly what he's doing. So when he senses the boy is close to passing out, he releases him by pushing him away as he lets loose of the boy's throat. His new slave staggers backward, stumbles, and collapses to the floor.
Dwayne gasps, and starts taking deep breaths, and coughs. He starts to get up, but Jamal quickly says, “Stay on your knees slave! You don't stand in my presence unless I say otherwise.”
He drives that remark in by slapping the boy's face hard. Then he walks to the cage door, opens it. He tells his other new slaves to clean up the ‘surfer bitch’ and dress him.
Thirty minutes later, Jamal walks out of his suite, the last of the Master's guests to depart, with 5 slaves in tow. He has Dwayne leashed, with strict orders to not speak, except for one specific thing, or he'll be gagged, then locked in a box. He's already figured out the idea of being locked in a dark box scares the new slave immensely. He intends to test that at home.
The Master shakes Jamal's hand, wishing him a safe journey home. He also said farewell to his three former slaves, telling them to honor their new master, and him, by doing their duties well and with pride. They all said yes Sir, with some tears. The Master looks at the surfer boy, nods, and is about to walk away, when the boy, clearing his throat, says, “Thank you Sir, for your hospitality, Sir. And for giving me purpose in my life, Sir.” He then looks down. He's feeling completely lost now. Jamal…no..his Master had instructed him to say this, adding he'd be beaten for his failure. After being choked and seeing his new owner thrash his slave for speaking out of turn, he was in absolute fear of the man that now claimed to own him.
Jamal handed the leash to Frank, and told his slaves to go stand by the vehicle waiting to take them to the airport. As they walk out the door, Jamal again takes his friend's hand, and says, “You definitely outdid yourself this year Keith. This new boy is a natural. I'm very pleased with him.”
“I'm glad you approve, Jamal. At least my last hunt will be my best remembered. Lady Ann is also very happy with her new pet.” and He smiles.
Jamal laughs, “Yes. That rapist will learn a lesson. Peace be with you, Keith, and blessings upon your house.”
“Safe journey my friend.” And Jamal walks out the door. The Master watches them load up and then he closes the door, and closes a chapter in His life. No more hunts. He's getting too tired for them. He just wants to relax and enjoy His life with His boys, His Boys in Bondage. And now, it's time He informs His household of the changes to come.
