His name is Jayson. He's 19 years old, and been living on the streets for a few years. He ran away from home after his father had beaten his mother really bad. She ended up dying from the abuse. His father got arrested. He didn't like foster care, so he ran away from his life in his hometown, and headed for New York City for better things.
Better things never really materialized in his life like he thought it would. Life on the streets isn't as romantic as he thought it'd be. He learned quickly how to defend himself from people with bad intentions, predators that preyed on young boys and girls on the streets. In time, he became one of the predators. He quickly realized that on the streets, the strong preyed on the weak.
Jayson, though, after being robbed, beaten up, and, in his opinion practically left for dead, decided it was in his best interest to become one of the types that took what he wanted. So, he started beating up on homeless people that were weaker than him. Within a year, he started raping a lot of them. He particularly enjoyed raping the younger boys on the streets. They put up a struggle, fought back, and fueled his merging sociopathic mindset developing inside him . He started believing it was his right to rape boys and girls, and take whatever he could from them.
Of course, he ended up having to leave NYC, the homeless people on the streets were starting to protect others from him, and the police were seriously looking for this rapist in their midst. He ended up in Chicago, after making his way across the nation, stealing and raping along the way. By time he was 18, he was a seriel rapist. By all accounts, Jayson had become a monster, and something had to be done.
Problem is, prosecutors want publicity, and going after some homeless guy raping other homeless guys wouldn't be news worthy, and thus made it improbable he'd ever get convicted. Prosecutors want political points so they can seek higher offices. Always more concerned about the next election, his crimes just weren't worthy of the time needed to convict him. People don't really care about the homeless, as long as they're not affecting their lives in the suburbs.
He finally fucked up by fucking the son of a prominent citizen and forcing himself on the boy, this put him in the lime light. He felt the pressure squeezing on him, so, like NYC, he ran away from Chicago, this time heading south. He ended up in Miami. This brought him to the attention of a young detective that was getting disillusioned by the current climate in law enforcement. Prosecutors were paying too much attention to cases that gave them political points, so putting a homeless rapist in jail was low on the priorities list. So the detective left his hometown and got a new job where he hoped things would be different. They really weren't, unfortunately.
And when stories of a young rapist raping homeless boys and girls made they're way into his ears, he had an idea of who it was. The detective was from New York City. Sadly, it was the same story. There are more important cases, cases that attract national attention and can make the career of a prosecutor hoping for better positions in their lives. There’s already all kinds of bad press about homeless people in the news, and this kind of story can hurt a city dependent on tourism.
Luckily, this detective had met a man that had the power to make…problems disappear. And Miami had a problem. A few cryptic phone calls, some clandestine meetings with go betweens, he was told things would be handled, that the problem will be taken care of. He knew better than to ask about details. He had a good idea what was happening, and it wasn't his concern. His concern was public safety. The public, especially the young public, would be safer. An imperfect solution for an imperfect world. He's perfectly ok with it, he's a father with ‘tweens. They'll enjoy the trip to Disney World he's planned as a surprise.
A few days later, a tasty little morsel was dangled in front of Jayson, a new “boy” on the streets. He is actually a slave owned by an agent of another man, who is powerful enough to make “problems disappear”. The slave grabbed Jayson’s attention, struggled, begged, then played his winning hand by dangling some pills he “scored by giving a blow job”. Being a sociopathic hedonist, Jayson took the pills, then passed out quickly. Jayson was then trussed up in a hogtie, and loaded aboard a boat. 24 hours later, he woke up, dehydrated, pounding headache, and locked in a cell with other guys. What the fuck, he thinks. Then things really started getting crazy.
Guys, big muscular guys, that looked like military types, brought them food and water. Told them to stop crying and just shut up, and constantly called them slaves. That was bull shit, Jayson thinks, I'm no fucking slave. The boys locked up with him agreed, they aren't slaves. They'll get rescued. A day later, late in the night, 3 more boys arrived. One was thrown in with him and the other boys. Two were put in a separate, smaller cell. Fuck me! Twins Jayson says to himself. And cute ones at that. I'd fuck them, and he smiles at the thought.
Over the next several days, he sees a guy get his ass whipped, been shaved completely, had some kind of weird perverted thing put on his cock, told he's being enslaved, and sold. Jayson and the other guys started planning their escape. They were going to get out of this, and call for help. Meanwhile, the degradation and humiliation just continued. The horror story just kept going. Soon, they all whispered to each other, soon we'll be heroes, and go home. Although most admitted they really had no home to go back to.
Of course, there are a few submissive boys with them. They're of two minds. They find some of this hot. The idea of being a slave was a fantasy of some of the gay boys. They were told to shut the fuck up, you're just stupid. So plans were made. And the day arrived. And absolutely nothing went as they had hoped.
All ten boys were given a chance to run and escape, just get to the town, and you're safe. That's all, as long as you're not shot by a tranquilizer gun, you had a chance they were each told. Unfortunately, it's what they weren't told that mattered the most. Nine of the ten boys got shot. Jayson was the ninth to go down. The tenth boy, he just ended up accepting his new life.
Then, Jayson wakes up.
He meets his new “owner”, an old bitch and her fat husband. She tells him things, but he's not quite feeling right. His balls, god, they're aching. He's confused. Then she slaps him across his face hard. The bitch just hit me! he thinks, but can't speak since he's gagged. Then she reveals a mirror. He sees his reflection, and screams. He's strapped in a crate! The lady keeps talking about things going over his head at this point. He's in tears. They banded his balls, and plan on castrating him too. She keeps calling him a rapist. I'm not a rapist, I'm just a top dog! he tries to say. And his mind is slipping away, whatever she gave him is making him feel groggy, but he hears her saying his new name is Bitch. Then she puts some earbuds in his ears, starts playing something weird, and everything goes black.
About 17 hours later, the crate that Jayson was transported in gets opened up and he's removed from it, then locked in another, smaller cell. This is followed by him being sprayed with freezing cold water. He jumps up screaming, then screams some more as his balls start hurting horribly. He rolls up in a ball crying, begging for help. Then he hears a voice. Its the voice of the woman from before. He wants to kill her. But for some reason, as she speaks, he starts feeling different towards her, but yet, still the same. Like he's…almost like…he's two people.
“Good morning, Bitch. I see you're still hurting. Let's see what we can do about that. Look at me puppy. Sit up puppy, and look at me.” Lady Ann says to him.
And Jayson visibly relaxes, the pain goes numb. He sits up, like a dog on its haunches, and front paws. The boy even balled up his fist. Jayson feels a joy at being called puppy, a warm sensation flooded his body. He looked at the woman he wanted to kill just a few seconds ago, and he feels some confusion. Why'd I want to kill my Mistress, he wonders. But another part of him, screams that she's a bitch and needs to be killed for what she did to my balls. That part of Jayson tries to will the body to move, but he can't move any of his limbs
He tried to talk, he wills his mouth to speak, but he can't even move his lips. Inside his head, Jayson is flipping out. What the fuck, what the fuck, why can't I talk. He's getting angrier and angrier by the second. He knows that woman..no, Mistress, my Mistress, fuck that!, that woman…he's feeling confused. His balls are hurting again.
Lady Ann is watching the slave, and can see the struggles going on inside his mind. His eyes are still responsive. The boy was pumped full of a drug that kept him on a semi-conscious state, that also made a person susceptible to hypnotic suggestion. For over 16 hours the boy was kept in this state while he was force fed hypnotic suggestions over and over. This was the first step in his Mistress’s plans for him.
When her friend, Keith, had contacted her about his annual BIB Hunt, he told her all about this rapist he had been informed about, and in fact, bought off a police officer that wanted him gone from his adopted city. She was pleased! She enjoyed torturing men. Generally, she and her husband preferred straight men. They didn't go for the usual submissive gay boys or girls, preferring instead guys that thought of themselves as alpha males. It was more pleasurable to destroy such a man. If the man was the kind of man that the Lady despised, all the better. She really despised rapists.
Jayson was being programmed to behave in certain ways, with specific words being the command word that activates the desired behavior. Puppy is a such a word. When she says it, he becomes a dog. However, for purely sadistic reasons, and because the Lady and her husband are sociopaths, much like Jayson himself, part of Jayson’s brain stayed conscious and aware of what was going on around him. That part of him just had no control over his body. Jayson was just along for the ride, while another part of his brain become the puppy and took control.
The Lady grabs a chair, sits down, and puts down a brown paper bag. She looks at her new pet, and looks down at his balls, and smiles.
“My my, pet, those balls look so dark and purple. They'll probably fall off in a few days,” she says, then smiles.
Jayson is furious, he can't speak, but in his head he's screaming and cussing. She can see the anger in his eyes, the hatred. She looks forward to the day she sees pure, unconditional love coming from them, just like the eyes of a real dog when it's owner is giving it attention.
“Come here pet. Come to mommy, my puppy, come on,” she says like she's talking to an animal, patting her thighs.
Stupid bitch! I'm not coming to you, Jayson thinks. Another part of him though, thinks, yes Mistress, I'm coming, then Jayson walks to her on all fours, right to the egde of the cell, and sits back down on his hauches. What the fuck! Why'd I do that? Why do i keep thinking of her as mistress?
She smiles, and says, “Good boy,” as she reaches into the cage and scratches his head. The boy responds in a positive manner and smiles at his mistress. Inside his mind, part of him loves being called a good boy, and it makes him feel good. The part that's still Jayson bristles at this. His eyes keep shifting between conflicting emotions. Lady Ann sees this, and is pleased. Now for some fun.
“You may speak, rapist.” She says. This is another command. It allows Jayson to speak in english, it does not, however, allow him any other control over his body.
“What the fuck bitch! What have you done to me?”
“Bad boy! Don't talk to your Mistress like that, bad boy!”
Another command word that let's him feel the pain in his balls, and he screams, howling in pain, totally unable to move.
“Shush bitch!” This command makes him get quiet and just whimper as tears roll down his cheeks. His balls are hurting him, he had practically forgotten about them.
“Do you want the pain to go away again, rapist? Do you?”
Jayson wants to say yes, but he just whimpers more, as more tears roll down his face. Yes, he's screaming in his mind. Please, make it stop.
“I know you want it to stop, rapist. All you have to do is answer my question. Just say yes Mistress, please, when i ask again, rapist. Do you want the pain to go away again, rapist? Answer me now!”
And Jayson, thinking, fuck you bitch!, just whimpers softly, and says, “Yes Mistress, please.”
She smiles, and says, “Good boy.”
Jayson feels instant relief in his balls. And now he's crying silently on the inside as tears run down his face.
“Now. As long as you behave and act civil, rapist, we will talk. If you upset me, you'll spend the next few days in a ball on the floor crying over the pain in your dead balls. You understand me, rapist?”
“Yes, i understand,” he says sharply.
“Try again, rapist! Do you understand me?”
“Yes, I understand you!” He says back in anger.
“Bad boy.” She says softly, almost jokingly, but it still had the desired effect. Jayson screamed.
“Do you understand now, rapist?” She demands
“Yes. Yes Mistress, i understand.” He says as his balls feel like a billion needles jabbing them
“Good boy,” she says. And the pain stops, “Listen rapist, i am in control here. I own your body, and your mind. I've already shown you that, rapist. I hope you understand me.’ She looks at him, he glares back, refusing to reply. She makes a tisk sound, then smiles cruelly.
“Such a bad boy!”
And again, the hapless boy screams, yet unable to move, he's crying again. His balls feel horrible. He's in extreme pain, and he's realizing he's not in control here. Not yet, at least. Between screams, he starts begging and pleading.
“P..p..please Mistress. God please, I'm sorry. It's hurt…please..”, he's crying. He looks at her, and there's tears running down his face, and agony swimming through his eyes. She knows she has, quite literally, the boy by the nuts.
“ That's better. Don't make me call you that again, understand me, Bitch?”
“Yyy…yyy ...yes Mistress, i understand…please…make it stop.” He begs. She looks at him, and laughs at him.
“I hope you remember this pain rapist, because you're going to feel worse things in your pathetic life. And this will feel like pleasure.”
“Best behavior, yes?”
“Yes Mistress, please, I promise,” he cries
“Good boy, rapist.” She says. And his balls suddenly stop hurting.
“Now. Are you thirsty?”
“Yes, I'm thirsty.” He says politely. She looks at him.
“Yes what, rapist?” She looks at him. He's startled with the question, yes what? Yes I'm thirsty. I said it…then, just as she starts to open her mouth, he says, “Mistress!”
“Yes, Mistress, I'm thirsty.” God, don't say it bitch, he says to himself.
She smiles in a warm way, and says, “I thought so. A good pup mommy always takes care of her puppys, rapist, so you'll always have water my pet,” she said as she reached into the paper bag, and brought out a bottle of water.
“We need to start your training Bitch, and this is as good a time as any, yes?” She looks at him, as if expecting a reply. He's fuming. Training? What the fuck!!? Pet? Fuck this shit. She looks at Jayson, then shakes her head in disappointment.
“And here I was thinking you were going to behave. Such a ba…”, she starts saying
He quickly interrupts her by saying, “No . I mean, yes Mistress. Please don't say it,” he pleads, “please Mistress. You're right, as good a time, Mistress,” please don't say it bitch, he says in his head. He's absolutely scared of the pain.
“Mistress,” he dares to ask, with a whine in his voice and tears streaming down his cheek, “m…m..my..my. what have… ohh god, my balls!” He bellows out loudly. He starts crying.
She looks at him, smiles warmly, and says, “You don't have balls, rapist. You don't need them. Now, shush Bitch!”
And he instantly stops his whining, yet still whimpers. He can't speak or cry out. He's almost completely silenced. In his head, he's fuming and screaming. He's also watching his Mistress as she pulls a dog dish out of the bag, pours water into it, as she starts talking.
“Listen rapist. You are now my property. I own you. I paid a lot of good money for you, rapist. And you no longer need your balls, rapist. You're a bitch, bitches don't have balls. They have a cunt. You have cunt, rapist.”
She looks at him. Tears running down the boy's cheeks, depression, hatred, and fear all can be seen in his eyes. She continues.
“If you hadn't been raping boys and girls, you'd still be a free….loser. Yes. That's right, a loser. You were destined to be a loser rapist. No future. Nothing. Just a worthless loser on the streets. A pathetic rapist loser. But I'm changing that, rapist. I'm going to give you a purpose. A home. A place where your life will have meaning and value, rapist.”
She places the water bowl into the cage, looks at him, and says, “Drink your water puppy.”
Jayson can't move his hands, and he's perplexed. How can i drink it? It's in a bowl, what the fuck!
“Go on puppy, drink your water like a dog, Bitch. Make mommy proud.”
Jayson is wondering just what the hell she means. Drink like dog? Huh? However, the newly created puppy in him understands. It knows what to do and can move. So, the puppy, named Bitch, leans down and starts lapping at the water. Jayson was thirsty, he can't remember his last drink, and the water is refreshing. The puppy in him starts lapping up the water quicker.
Lady Ann smiles happily. She's pleased with the conditioning so far. There's some more coming. He'll be completely programmed and trained. This is only the beginning.
“Such a good puppy, yes you are. Mommy's so happy!” She says.
Jayson, pissed off to be forced to drink water in such a humiliating way, feels warm and blissful hearing good puppy and mommy's happy from the woman. In his head, he's two entities again. The puppy is happy. The boy is mad enough to kill.
To be continued….
Please let me know if i should continue with this.
