by Your Phriendly Author

"Great," Terry thought to himself, "Nobody's here. That means I'll have to come back tomorrow."

Terry was a delivery boy. Not that he loved his job; a lot of the time, it was a pain in the ass, like it was right now. The muscles in his hot young body tensed up from the irritation, and he decided he'd rather be anywhere else right about now.

He went down the corridor, hoping to find another office where he could leave the package. Having to come back was a pain in the ass, so he preferred leaving packages with someone; this one didn't have to be signed for, so he was happy about that.

He tried the handle of the first door he came to. Locked.

The next door was locked, as well...

The third door was unlocked, though, so he opened it and poked his head inside. It looked like a normal office; nothing special, just a desk and other normal accoutrements.

"Anyone here?"

No answer.

He would have left, but he noticed another door inside the office, marked "PRIVATE". He would have left, but he really wanted to find someone he could leave the package with, so he knocked on the door.

No answer.

The door was unlocked, though, so he went into the room; it wasn't quite as normal. The room had a desk, but this one was made of mahogany, and was quite imposing. The chair behind it was leather, and was obviously expensive. Terry looked on the desk; there were some papers on a blotter, a couple of which were stapled together, with an ominous-looking logo on it. Looking closer at the logo, it said, in stylized text, "Disciples of DeSade", and underneath, "Initiation Guide". The stack of papers wasn't very big; the sheet on top read "Consent Form".

Terry was intrigued; he wasn't sure what this was, but his curiosity was certainly piqued!

He set the package down, picked up the Initiation Guide, and started reading.

"You have joined the Disciples of DeSade. Since you are here, you shall now learn what this entails."

"New initiates become complete slaves upon their joining. Once you have entered the Initiation Room, you have no say in what happens to you."

"The Members are allowed complete access to your body; any demands must be followed without hesitation. Failure to follow a command will result in punishment and torture as the offended Member sees fit. Depending on the infraction, the punishment may become extreme. The most extreme punishments may be irreversible; CONSIDER YOURSELF FOREWARNED!"

"Since you have already consented to all conditions before you entered this room, you will not be given the opportunity to decline. The Initiation process has begun, and you are obligated to continue without question."

"At this point, you must remove all your clothes and sit in the Preparation Chair. It will automatically prepare you for your Initiation Ordeal."

Terry looked at the Preparation Chair; he wasn't sure he wanted to see any more than he'd already seen. He turned to leave and picked up the package, then tried to open the door.

It was locked!

He kept trying to open the door; it wouldn't budge!

He looked around for some other exit; the only other one was the door to the Initiation Room.

Suddenly, a voice startled him!

"You must now remove all your clothes and sit in the Preparation Chair. It will automatically prepare you for your Initiation Ordeal."

The voice was strange, mechanical. He looked again to make sure nobody was there; the voice repeated.

"You must now remove all your clothes and sit in the Preparation Chair. It will automatically prepare you for your Initiation Ordeal."

Terry realized he had no choice; he took off his clothes and sat in the chair.

"You must now place your arms on the arms of the Preparation Chair," the mechanical voice intoned.

Terry rested his arms on the chair's arms. They felt comfortable enough...

"You must now place your feet in the footrests of the Preparation Chair."

Terry complied.

"You must now place your head against the headrest of the Preparation Chair."

Terry leaned his head back.

"Please take deep breaths and relax," the soulless voice droned.

Terry tried to relax. He started taking deep breaths; after a minute or two, he started relaxing, which surprised him a little. He became aware of soothing tones in the room, which helped him relax more; he started feeling like he was going to doze off, it was so comfortable...

Suddenly, metal bands snapped around his wrists, ankles, chest and forehead, completely immobilizing him!

"The preparation for your Initiation will now begin. First, your bladder and bowels will be emptied."

Terry struggled against the bonds! He felt something slide into his anus, and then something grabbed his cock, and started sliding into his pee-hole!

The Preparation Chair was specially designed to operate without human guidance; the Masters of the Disciples of DeSade felt that this dehumanized Initiates, which made the process more effective.

Terry felt his bladder start to empty, but with none of the familiar sensation of pissing. He felt water start to go into his ass, and realized he was getting an enema!

He struggled to free himself, but to no avail; the metal bands were far stronger than he was!

Terry felt his bowels fill up; they started cramping, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from screaming! Even though he was helpless, he didn't want to call attention to the fact that he was trespassing.

Just when Terry thought he was going to explode, his bowels started emptying, and the pressure subsided. After a minute or so, the process repeated; it repeated 5 times before he felt the nozzle come out of his ass.

"The preparation will now continue; your body will be shaved."

Terry heard a buzzing, and a few seconds later, felt vibration. The vibrations traveled along his body as an automatic shaver left a smooth swath in its wake. It traveled along Terry's arms, legs chest, and then made its way to his huge cock. He wanted to struggle, but he was paralyzed with fear! The vibration felt good as the shaver removed the hair from his cock, but he didn't dare move!

The vibration stopped, and he felt something soft moving over his body. A sponge-like device was covering Terry's helplessly bound body with a depilatory, leaving smooth skin behind. It continued for a couple of minutes, and then stopped.

"The preparation is now complete; you will rinse the depilatory cream off, and then proceed into the Initiation Room." The mechanical voice was cold, and it sent a chill down Terry's spine.

The metal bands released, and a few moments later, Terry got out of the chair. He looked around and saw the shower, opened the door, and entered.

"You must place your feet on the footprints, and hold the handles firmly."

Terry did as he was told; it came as no surprise that he was soon helplessly bound once again, spread-eagled this time! He waited for what seemed like an eternity, then without any warning, jets of cold water drenched him! The streams were powerful enough that his body was moved, with no way for him to control it! Every inch of his body was sprayed mercilessly for several minutes, the cold penetrating and making him shiver! Then, just as suddenly, it ended.

"You will now procceed to the Initiation Room."

Terry looked for a towel, but there was none to be found. He walked to the door of the Initiation Room, and stopped.

"You will now proceed to the Initiation Room," the lifeless voice repeated.

Terry opened the door. Inside was a plethora of evil-looking equipment, most of which he had never even dreamed existed! He looked around; there were all sorts of chairs, tables, benches, stocks, and other equipment for the purpose of securely restraining a slave. Numerous pieces of equipment were laying on tables; Terry had no idea what most of them were for, but he had no question that they weren't something that he'd like.

"How do I get out of here???", Terry thought.

Even though there was a distinctly evil feel to the room, Terry found himself starting to become fascinated with the situation. He also realized he had a raging hard-on!

In the center of the room was an examination table. It would have been identical to what would be found in a doctor's office, except that this one had numerous straps on it. Terry wondered what kind of people used this, who would have been unfortunate to be their victim, and why. In the midst of his wondering, though, he also started visualizing himself in that position.

"Hmmmm...", Terry mused, "I wonder what it would be like to be tied to it..."

Terry climbed up on the table, sitting on the edge. The table had both knee crutches and stirrups; Terry put his legs in, then fastened the straps, holding both his legs securely in place. He caressed his freshly shaved pubic area, and realized he was enjoying this much more than he'd ever anticipated! He pulled straps up over his forehead and neck, as well as his left arm. With his right hand, he fastened the straps, leaving only the right arm unrestrained.

Terry realized that he was hornier than he'd even been in his life! He took his cock in hand; it was nice and thick, and 9 inches long. His balls were almost the size of lemons, and they hung low in his ballsack. He wished that he had looked for some lubrication before he strapped himself down, but he didn't think it would be too much of a problem. His hand took the mighty cock, and started slowly moving it up and down; he didn't want to shoot his load too quickly! Up and down, Terry's hand gently stroked the rigid staff, and he quickly became oblivious to everything around him, lost in horniness!

In the outer office, the Grand Master sensed that something was wrong; he'd come in, and someone had obviously been there, but nobody was supposed to be there this early in the day! He went into the inner office; he looked at the Preparation Chair controls, and it was apparent that it had been used recently. He saw Terry's clothes laying on the floor, and he was enraged; how dare somebody invade his group's domain???

Terry was lost in his arousal, and didn't hear the Grand Master come into the Initiation Room; Terry was almost to the point of coming... Just a little more...

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??? AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???" The Grand Master was livid!

Terry screamed and tried to unfasten the straps, but he had no time before the Grand Master grabbed his hand and tied the strap around his wrist! Terry struggled and screamed until the Grand Master slapped his face!

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU??? AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???"

"I... I... I'm... s... sorry," Terry stammered, trying to regain his composure, "I... I didn't... mean anything..."

"DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING?!?!?", bellowed the Grand Master, "YOU'RE TRESPASSING ON PRIVATE PROPERTY! YOU'RE USING OUR EQUIPMENT WITHOUT PERMISSION! AND THAT BULLSHIT ISN'T SUPPOSED TO MEAN ANYTHING???"

"I'm sorry!", Terry cried, his eyes filling with tears, "Please don't call the police!"

The Grand Master looked at the helplessly bound young stud on the table in front of him. The young body was buff, but what impressed the Grand Master the most was Terry's huge cluster! He grabbed the cock; it was still hard, and Terry let out a whimper. The Grand Master grabbed Terry's balls, squeezing them hard; Terry screamed from the pain! The captor smiled, knowing that he was going to have some fun with this slave!

"So you don't want me to call the police?", the Grand Master mused, pausing for a moment, "Then I guess you've just joined the club!"

"Please don't hurt me!", Terry whined.

"You'll be treated like any other slave; that means you'll be punished and tortured for what you've done, just like any other slave would be," the Grand Master sternly explained.

"What are you gonna do to me?" Terry's eyes were flowing heavily.

"We'll see..." the Grand Master stated, noncomittally, and left the room.

The Grand Master decided to let Terry stew in his own juices for awhile; the kid wasn't going anywhere, so there was no point in rushing the process. Besides, how often did a chance like this happen?

He settled into his chair in the inner office, thinking about the hot young stud that he was going to have his way with. He was ecstatic; ever since he'd started the Disciples of DeSade, he'd wanted - just once - to have a slave that wasn't there voluntarily. This would be like being back in the Marines; he'd been a drill sergeant, and loved his work immensely. He was in his mid-50's now, and he was the unquestioned leader of the group. The other Members were all too happy to torture the slaves, but the Grand Master took it to a whole new level. He messaged the other Members to report immediately; this didn't happen often, and the others knew it should be considered as "Do it YESTERDAY!"

Back in the Initiation Room, Terry was scared shitless; he had no idea what was going to happen to him. He'd read the Initiation Guide, so he knew that whatever happened could be extreme, and that did nothing to ease his fears.

After awhile, the other Members arrived; when they were all present and accounted for, the Grand Master drew himself up to his full 6'2" height, and cleared his throat. The room went quiet.

"We have," he announced proudly, "A special treat for you. I came in, and found a young stud strapped to the examination table. I'm not sure what his problem was, but he's our little bitch now."

The Members were astonished; none of them could ever remember anything like this happening!

"Let's go." Nothing more needed to be said.

Terry let out a sharp "GASP!" as the Members filed into the Initiation Room. He felt profoundly uncomfortable as he was inspected by the Members; they examined, poked, and prodded him for several minutes, until the Grand Master spoke.

"You are now our slave," the Grand Master announced, commandingly, "And it is time for you to be initiated into the Disciples of DeSade. Does anyone have suggestions as to this young intruder's punishment?"

"He's a hot little bitch," one Member replied, to rounds of approval, "Let's fuck his ass raw!"

"He wasn't supposed to be here! Let's whip him bloody!"

"Castrate him!"

"Cut his dick off!"

The Members started arguing among themselves what would be the best course of action until the Grand Master issued a commanding "Ten-HUT!".

The Members all stood at attention.

"You know," the Grand Master mused, "There's no reason we can't do ALL of that, is there?"

The Members thought for a moment, and agreed. Terry struggled, screaming and begging and pleading!

"Then we're agreed that our new slave... uhhh... What's your name?", the Grand Master asked, realizing that he hadn't taken the time to find out.

"Terry."

"That our new slave... Terry... will be subjected to extreme punishment. We'll start by making him suck us all off, and then fucking his ass raw!"

Terry felt his head start tilting back, and one of the Members blindfolded him and put a ring gag in his mouth. In a few moments, he felt a stiff cock slide into his mouth, and he was helpless to stop it! He felt something cool and wet on his asshole, with another cock violating his ass, ramming past his sphincter! He tried to clench his ass tight, but with his legs spread, it was too difficult, and his cherry hole lost its innocence! A hand grabbed his cock, and another grabbed his balls; they played with it until he came, and then someone else started playing. Terry's cock was still hard, and showed no sign of going down as it was jacked off again and again! The Members used Terry's helpless body over and over again, with an efficiency that bordered on clockwork! As cock after cock penetrated Terry's mouth and ass, he gave up and accepted that this was to be his fate!

Once the Members were done with their fucking, they took a short break, then returned to their helpless captive.

"Now we're going to milk your cock and fist your ass."

The Grand Master took a cow milking machine, turned it on, and let it suck Terry's huge cock inside. The suction felt like it was going to rip the massive member off, and Terry emitted unearthly wails! He felt a finger enter his ass, then 2, and another, and he knew his ass would never be the same! The fist slid inside his ass, and it felt like it was ripping apart! The young stud was still horny, and he felt himself going over the edge, and shooting his cum into the milking machine as he screamed! The hand was pulled out, only to be replaced by another, sliding in and stretching his ass again! Terry went into a strange state of consciousness as the anal abuse continued, and he lost his sense of what was happening to him...

After an eternity lost in subspace, the Members finished. Terry stopped floating and returned to reality...

"Now that you've been drained," the Grand Master pronounced, matter-of-factly, "It's time for your ultimate punishment. Since you came here as an intruder, you must make a sacrifice. That sacrifice will be your balls."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" Terry found a new strength, struggling against the restraints; it was as useless as it had been before, though.

The Grand Master went over to the equipment table and picked up an elastrator. He walked over between the helpless hung stud's legs and grabbed the doomed testicles.

"This will be very painful, slave..."

The Grand Master opened up the elastrator and put Terry's balls into the band. He pulled the captive's scrotum taut, and then let the band release. Terry felt a bolt of lightning shoot through his balls, and screamed even louder than he'd screamed before! The excruciating agony caused the stud's body to writhe and jerk uncontrollably; some of the Members wondered whether the restraints would break!

As Terry screamed and wailed, his balls started turning purple. He begged and pleaded hysterically for them to stop, but he was ignored; the Members were giddy seeing the young stud suffer!

The Grand Master viewed the situation for awhile, then took a scalpel and sliced Terry's scrotum open. He pulled the right nut out, then clipped a weight onto the cord, just above the ball. He dropped the weight, taking the doomed orb with it! He let it hang for a few minutes as the Members inspected it; a few took a riding crop and gave it a sharp WHACK, bringing even more screams from the helplessly bound young stud! The Grand Master then clamped the cord with a hemostat, took the weight off, and cut the cord, taking a cauterizer to the cut end and burning it closed. The severed nut plopped into a stainless steel surgical bowl. He repeated the process with the left testicle, then took a suture and sewed the incision shut. He felt the empty ballsack, then took the scalpel and cut the elastrator band; Terry screamed yet again!

"Slave," the Grand Master announced, gravely, "You are no longer a man. You will still be able to achieve an erection for awhile, but unless we give you hormones, your cock will wither away."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

"We could just as easily cut your cock off, too," the Grand Master added, starting to show some irritation, "It's not a good idea to piss us off."

The Grand Master picked up the elastrator again, put a new band in, and slid it over Terry's still-engorged shaft. An even more blood-curdling scream followed as he let the band snap into place!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!", Terry wailed through his agony, "PLEEEEEEEEEEEEASE DON'T CUT IT OFF!!!!"

"Members," the Grand Master asked, turning to face the group, "What do you have to say about this?"

A spirited discussion started immediately; the Members quickly divided themselves into 'pro' and 'con' factions, both sides making passionate arguments. Of course, Terry had no way of knowing that this was one of the tactics that the Members used to break slaves, and that the band would soon be removed, his precious cock living to see another day...

After a few more minutes of discussion, 2 of the Members started whispering to the Grand Master, who took his place in front of the group.

"Slave Terry," he spoke, slowly and deliberately, "Due to the circumstances by which you joined us, we feel it would be more than justified for you to lose your cock as punishment."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!", Terry screamed, struggling in vain!

"However, since you have already been castrated," the Grand Master continued, "You have received quite a severe punishment already. This does not mean that you will never lose your cock while you are a slave, but you will not lose it today."

With that, the Grand Master cut the band; Terry screamed again as the blood started flowing into his mangled manhood.

"You are now an official Initiate of the Disciples of DeSade," the Grand Master announced, proudly, "You will be a slave for now, but if you desire, you may attempt to become a full Member. Be warned, though, that it is a long and difficult process."

The Members unstrapped Terry from the table and helped him down. He was still crying, and couldn't get his footing; the Members had to support him, walking him to a door marked "RECOVERY", opening it, taking him inside, and setting him on a bed. The Grand Master followed, and addressed the new Initiate.

"Until such time as you become a Member, you will spend your time in confinement at our Slave Farm," the Grand Master continued, "Most of our Initiates have taken care of their business before they come to us; beause of your particular circumstances, we'll take care of all your affairs so that you don't need to worry."

Terry just kept crying, exhausted from his ordeal.

"And you'll be happy to know that we delivered your package," the Grand Master added, a smile on his face.

THE END