Doctor Jacob’s Island 1:

The Houseboys

My day typically begins early in the morning.  I get up around 5 every day to prepare for the day.  Thankfully, I have little to do in order to prepare myself for the day.  I have no teeth to brush, no clothes to prepare and put on.  My attire consists solely of my slave harness and a thick, heavy, steel collar that is permanently locked on my neck.  I’m probably the luckiest of Master’s slaves.  I’m the only one who doesn’t sleep heavily restrained or chained to or in something.  I’m the chief slave and I run his entire household for him.

Like all of Master’s slaves I have had certain modifications done to me to suit Master’s tastes.  We’re all a bit different, but none of us hasn’t been modified in some way.  As for me, like I already said, all of my teeth have been removed.  My entire body from, head to toe, is completely denude of hair.  Master doesn’t like hair on his slaves, so all of us have our head, facial, and body hair permanently removed.  Most significantly, I also have no genitals.  I have not need for a cock or balls, so Master removed them shortly after I arrived here many years ago.  My urethra has been relocated to a spot down near my anus, so I have to squat or sit to pee like most of the slaves here.  A large ring, that I suppose would otherwise be a cock ring, is pierced through the skin on either side of my piss hole and is connected to the strap on my slave harness that runs down around my crotch.  I’m one of the least modified slaves in Master’s stable and the only modification I have other than what I’ve already mentioned is a large brand on my left buttocks that contains my master’s mark.

I get up early, and the first thing I must do is cleanse myself for Master.  I do this by taking in several large enemas every morning to empty my bowels of their contents.  Master likes for his slaves to always be clean on the inside so he may use them whenever he wishes.  By the time I’m finished cleansing myself I’ve had nearly two gallons of fluids flow in and out of my intestines.  That’s enough to ensure that I’ll be empty for the entire day.  That being done I replace the large, chrome butt plug up my rectum.  The butt plug is always there when I’m not being used or cleansing myself, and it is held in place by the crotch strap of my slave harness.

That chore being accomplished, I will then go to wake the houseboys.  I leave my small room in the main house (I’m the one of only a few slaves that lives in the main house so that I’m available for Master at all times) and go to the large slave quarters a few hundred feet from the main house.  The twelve houseboys are kept in a single, small cell in the slave quarters.  The sleep on simple mats on the floor usually in groups of two or three to share each other’s warmth in the night. 

All of the houseboys are between the ages of eight to twelve years old.  They’re brought here some time around the age of seven or eight.  They’re trained as slaves for a number of years in the Master’s service before being modified and sold while in their teens to other masters.  Those houseboys who are not sold are further modified for use in other capacities on the Master’s island.

I wake the houseboys at 6 or so and let them out of their cell.  They’re each chained to the back wall of their cell.  Like all of the slaves, the houseboys have no clothes.  The only thing they wear is a thick, wide, rubber collar that is locked around their necks.  They don’t have metal collars like the other slaves until they’ve reached maturity.  They also have thick, rubber ankle and wrist cuffs that are locked on and never removed.

The only houseboys have only been lightly modified.  On arrival on the island each boy has his small sac and tiny balls removed and his tiny little cock head is clipped off leaving him with only a tiny stub of a penis on his otherwise smooth crotch.  They also have all of the hair removed from their bodies.  Since most of them still have baby teeth it does no good to remove their teeth, so they all still have them for now.  They also aren’t branded with Master’s mark since they will most likely be sold to other masters at a later date.

After waking the boys and unchaining them from the wall I lead them in a little line down the corridor, past other cells containing other slaves, to the cleaning room.  The cleaning room is little more than a large concrete room.  It contains a dozen standing stocks that slaves can be locked into.  The houseboys were good little boys and without being told went up to the stocks and placed themselves in them.  The stocks were height adjustable and were easily lowered to the height of even the smallest boy.  I locked each boy into his set of stocks adjusting the arm and neck holes on the stocks so that the boys couldn’t get out.  On the floor by each of the boys’ feet were eye bolts embedded in the floor.  I used simple clips to secure each boy’s ankle cuffs to one of these fixtures.

Once secured each boy was fixed with his buttocks sticking out prominently for easy access.  The row of stocks was just a few feet from the back wall of the room, and the boys’ rear ends faced this wall.  Along the wall each set of stocks had a corresponding faucet with a long hose coming off of it.  At the end of each hose was special enema nozzle.  I took the hose behind each stock and gently inserted the nozzle through each boy’s anus.  I inflated the retention cuff on each nozzle inside each boy’s rectum, which would hold the nozzle in place until I released it.  I then turned on each faucet allowing water to flow into the boys’ bowels.  Even the houseboys were required to have their insides cleaned daily even though they rarely performed any duties other than those of a domestic nature.

I knew exactly how long to let the water run to put exactly two quarts of water into each boy’s bowels before I shut the faucets off.  The morning enema was by no means a pleasant experience for the boys, which was why they were restrained during it, and many of them expressed their discomfort with groans, grunting, or whimpers of pain.  They were good boys though, and knew better than to cry out.  Any boy who cried or complained would have a gag put in his mouth for the day, and when Master saw the gag in the boy’s mouth he was likely to be punished even further.

After the boys received their first enema I left the nozzles in their rectums holding the water in them.  I went over to another wall and retrieved a longer garden-type hose with a spray nozzle on it.  It turned it on making sure the water coming out was somewhat warm, and then went about hosing the boys off from head to toe.  Once they were wet, I filled a bucket with gentle soap and warm water and I went about scrubbing each boy gently with a sponge. 

As they stood there bent over, naked, with two quarts of water in their bowels they all invariably urinated on the floor.  The water in their bowels put more pressure on their bladders than most of them could withstand.  Of course, the floor was bare concrete and there were multiple floor drains all over the room, so it didn’t matter if they peed.  In truth the boys were only barely housebroken.  They only needed to know enough not to pee while inside Master’s house or other such inappropriate places and otherwise they could pee when and wherever they liked.  They were slaves, after all, little more than animals like all of us.

As I washed the boys I chatted with them.  Each boy was white and had had blonde or very light brown hair when he arrived and blue eyes—such were Master’s preferences.  They were simply beautiful and they exuded a sense of innocence about them even though they existed in a place that was anything but.  I was the only one allowed to care for them, and, as they worked almost exclusively in the house, I worked closely with them all the time.  They looked up to me, and I thought of them as my own children just as they saw me as a father figure.  I cared immensely for them, and they knew I would always take care of them.

I asked them all how they were doing and how they were feeling and such.  Master invested much time and money into his slaves and he believed in keeping them very healthy, so I tried to spot any discrepancies with them as soon as possible.  As I washed them I inspected each of their little bodies thoroughly to ensure there were no sores, boils, or other blemishes anywhere on them. 

Of course none of them had entered puberty, and without testicles they never would, so their bodies were smooth and soft.  Master like them that way and took many steps to ensure that they stayed that way.  If punishment was necessary the boys were spanked with a paddle or received some other such non-marking corporal punishment such as a punishment enema.  Their gentle perfect bodies were also why I was the only slave Master allowed to care for them.  The slave tenders who took care of the other slaves were not nearly gentle enough and Master did not trust them enough to care for the boys. 

Once the boys were soaped down I carefully removed the enema nozzles from their asses and stepped away from them. They were allowed to drain the enema water from their bowels, which they were all very happy to do.  The brown effluent flowed from their rectums in jets than nearly hit the wall while trickling down the boys’ legs as well.  I gave them fifteen minutes or so to get all the enema water out, and then I put the nozzles back in and gave them each another enema to clean them out more thoroughly. 

I left the second enemas in them for fifteen minutes more or so.  I chatted with them some more and gave them their assignments for the day as we waited.  The boys answered me through clenched teeth as they grimace in pain from the contents of their bowels.  Finally, I removed the nozzles from their anuses again and let them expel their enemas.  I then hosed them off thoroughly and made sure they were each clean.

I then inserted a small butt plug into each boy’s ass and put a locking butt plug harness on him.  The rubber harnesses were little more than a waist belt and a crotch strap that locked the butt plug in place.  The butt plugs were mainly there to prevent the boys from making a mess in the house.  After years of daily enemas all slaves eventually lost control of their bowels, and while their bowels were essentially empty from the two enemas, it was still better to be safe than sorry.

I then released the boys from their stocks and they lined up to follow me out of the room.  As we left the slave quarters I stopped by the cell containing the slave tenders.  I let these slaves out of their cell and sent them to prepare the other slaves for the day.  The rest of the island’s slaves would receive much the same treatment as I had given the houseboys this morning, but it would not be given with even a fraction of the same care.

The boys obediently followed me to the house.  We entered through the slaves’ entrance on the side of the house.  I handed each boy a towel to dry himself off with.  Once they were dry they were taken to the kitchen where the cook had their breakfast prepared.  They ate their bowl of porridge sitting on the floor in the kitchen.  Slaves were never allowed to sit in chairs, and houseboys were no different.  Once their breakfast was eaten, I sent the boys throughout the house to complete their daily chores.  There was much washing and cleaning to be done in a house of such size and they would be busy for a while.

The boys would work through the morning to ensure that the house met Master’s and my demanding standards.  Once the chores were complete the boys were fed lunch and then dismissed for the day.  Master believed that working the boys too hard so young would ruin them in their later years, so they never worked more than a few hours a day.  Once their daily chores were finished they were sent to a secluded yard that was walled off from the rest of the island.  There they could play or cavort however they so chose.  They would take turns in pair through the rest of the day staying in the house to be available for any services Master might need from them.

I checked on the boys throughout the day in the yard to make sure they were okay.  They had access to snacks and water, so they were never hungry.  I often found them in the yard sitting in two little rows facing each other.  One row of boys would have their faces down in the crotches of the boys in the other row and they would be sucking each other’s little stub of a penis.  Once they turned twelve the boys began training for service as full slaves and the boys were encouraged to practice their oral servicing skills, since that would almost always be one service they were required to provide.  The boys also enjoyed it, and there was some value in keeping any slave happy.  The two oldest boys who were twelve and thirteen were already being trained by Master to provide oral and anal services, and these two boys gave the younger boys advice on what to do.  Of course, their pitiful little stubs didn’t provide a real training tool, but it was better than nothing.

After supper the boys would be returned to their cell for the evening where they would talk and play games until I came an locked them up for the night.  They were never around the other slaves except in the slave quarters, but even then they were locked in their cell separately, and I was the only one who had a key to their cell. 

Without fail, the sad day always came when Master felt that a boy was too old to serve as a houseboy.  Even after so many years, I never knew how master determined that a boy was too old to be a houseboy.  The boys were neutered, so they never entered puberty or really aged much.  There was little difference physically between the eight-year-olds and the thirteen-year-olds.  Still, at some point, it was decided that each boy was too old.  By that time the boy was well trained as a slave and would make a very obedient servant for a well-paying master or mistress.  I should say that Master is more formally known as Dr. Jacob.  He was a world-renowned human modifier and slave dealer, and he made thousands of dollars off of the sale of each slave.  The slaves that were former houseboys of his always fetched the best of prices at auction and in private sales.  Once the boy was deemed to be of the appropriate age, Master made it known that he was available and the boy was sold.  The boy was then modified to suit the needs of the individual buyer and he left the island forever.  I always hated that day, and I would invariably cry myself to sleep the day a boy left Master’s service, but I knew that was the way things were, and I could do little to change it.  

Soon enough another boy was brought to the island. He was neutered and entered into Master’s service under my supervision.  I would quickly fall in love with each new boy and the whole process would start over again.