The-Manor

I did not write the first parts to this story, I just di sme 
editing to it, so it would fit into my ending of this grand old 
unfinished story.

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THE MANOR:
It was not without a certain misgiving that M brought her 14 year 
old nephew Eric to Miss Reage's estate that late, cloudy afternoon. 
He knew the consequences of going to The Manor after their 
discussion that very morning, but M remained apprehensive. Would 
Eric have second thoughts under Miss Reage's appraising glances, or 
would he become terrified the moment of his full comprehension? 
Leaving the cab at the gate they walked through a low, ivy covered 
archway to the heavy oak door. M smiled inwardly at her choice of 
this handsome young boy with his perfect features and strong build. 
She rang the bell. A maid ushered them to a small, carpeted room 
off the hall and left them alone, closing the door. The room was 
empty except for a chest of drawers, table, and two padded 
ottomans. A full length mirror covered one wall. She placed her 
coat and handbag on the table. She must prepare him for Miss Reage. 
"Eric, we must remove all of your clothing. Give them to me." She 
used a key to open a small, wood-paneled locker while he sat on an 
ottoman and took off his shoes and socks. Afterward he stood and 
unbuttoned the rest of his garments, surrendering them to her until 
at last he wore only undershorts. "Those, too," M said, holding out 
her hand. A flush of embarrassment swept over him. He hesitated. 
"Come on," she urged. He put his thumbs inside the elastic and slid 
the garment past his knees, to the floor, and stepped out of them. 
He was now totally naked in front of her. She smiled and let her 
eyes wander over him, then put his shorts in the locker and turned 
the key. He stood next to the ottoman and she was pleased with the 
image of his buttocks in the mirror. Miss Reage would approve. She 
opened a drawer and found the handcuffs. "Eric, I must follow Miss 
Reage's rules. I know it is difficult, but I'll be with you, at 
least at first. Please turn around and give me your left hand." He 
hesitated, then faced the mirror. She quickly handcuffed his hands 
comfortably behind him, double locking the ratchets. She turned him 
around, explaining in a firmer voice, "Now Miss Reage will want you 
to spread your legs. You must remember to do it this way," she 
said, tapping his inner thigh. She urged his feet outward on the 
warm carpet until his legs spread unnaturally, stretching his thigh 
muscles taught. His genitals hung free and glaringly exposed. She 
moved her hand over his buttocks, feeling and squeezing. His 
erection grew rapidly, to her satisfaction. "And remember not to 
speak unless asked." She returned to the drawer and withdrew a 
white hand-towel and a small tube of clear jelly. She opened the 
towel and lay it on the table, put some jelly on her fingers and 
carefully spread it over the head of his penis, causing it to surge 
rigidly upward. She closed the tube and lay it on the towel. There 
was a click of the door latch and it opened for an attractive woman 
dressed in a black evening gown with heels and long gloves. She 
carried a small leather case. She stepped in and closed the door. 
Eric saw her glance fall to his genitals as she put the case down 
and walked slowly around him, her eyes moving over his body from 
head to toe. "Was the driver on time?" she asked M. "Yes, thank 
you." She continued her appraisal for what seemed like several, 
long minutes. Finally, "Have you whipped him?" "No, he's new and 
untrained, a beginner, Miss Reage." "You have my admiration for 
choosing such a specimen. Of course I will have to examine him." 
"Of course." "Shall we begin?" "Yes, please." "Good." She sat down 
on the other ottoman. "Bring him closer." M took his elbow and 
walked him in front of Miss Reage, his erect penis at her eye 
level, and again tapped the inside of his thighs, spreading his 
legs wide. He nervously pulled against the handcuffs, breathing 
faster. "When you are finished here," Miss Reage addressed Eric, 
"you will have become a trained, sexual slave in every respect. You 
will be a prize for your owner, rather than another clumsy male." 
She looked at M, "Has he been sized?" "No, but is it necessary, so 
soon?" "Oh yes, we do it right away. But, in a moment." She removed 
her gloves and ran her hand up Eric's leg, beside the scrotum, 
feeling the tumescent perineum. Her fingers played with his 
testicles, one by one, moving them up and down, feeling their 
shapes. Eric emitted a small moan. With both hands she spread the 
scrotum, testicles apart, and examined it. She lifted his balls and 
looked behind them, feeling the shaft at the base of the penis. 
Finally, with two fingers, she squeezed the very tip of the glans, 
forcing out a clear drop. "He is a remarkable choice. I think the 
others will agree, don't you?" "Oh yes. I want to show him 
tonight." "But first we must finish. Bring me the case, please, and 
if you have any questions, ask them." M set the case in front of 
Miss Reage and asked, "How long must he be handcuffed?" "Only until 
he is done. I believe this will do." She chose a phallus from the 
case. It was smooth and black, with a ring attached to the base. 
"Bend him over the other ottoman and bring me the jelly," she said 
as Eric's eyes widened. Eric was positioned with his legs spread, 
but his head down on the ottoman and his buttocks raised sharply. 
He was conscious of his balls hanging down in full view of M and 
Miss Reage. He could not see, but only feel what they were doing. 
Miss Reage squeezed some jelly onto the tip of the phallus. "Now M, 
stand beside him, turn his feet inward as much as possible, and 
with both hands, spread his cheeks." M complied. Eric felt her 
hands on his buttocks, pulling them apart and exposing his anus. 
"But why turn his toes inward, Miss Reage?" "It prevents him from 
pressing his buttocks together and resisting the phallus, M. Now 
watch carefully." The jellied tip of the phallus felt slippery to 
Eric as it touched the mouth of his anus. "When you do this, M, 
tease the sphincter with the instrument as I am doing. It teaches 
his anus to grasp the tip and makes penetration easier. You might 
also pull slightly on his scrotum, like this." She took his 
scrotum, above the testicles, and pulled gently down in a milking 
motion. Eric moaned loudly. "This milking action relaxes the males, 
M. Helps them learn to take the phallus. Now feel his cock. Is it 
very hard?" M reached underneath his stomach and felt his penis. It 
was bone-hard. Another loud moan escaped from Eric. She spread his 
cheeks again. "If you looked at the end of his cock, M, it would be 
red and flared," Miss Reage continued, still teasing his anus with 
the phallus. "Relax and breath through your mouth, Eric. "Now M, 
when you push it in, do it slowly, backing out slightly, then in 
again, moving the shaft downward, this way," she demonstrated, as 
the tip disappeared and the shaft followed. Eric gasped. She pushed 
it in to the ring. "See how the sphincter widens easily around the 
shaft? He is taking it well, M. And this is the right phallus. We 
won't have to find another size." Only the base of the phallus, and 
the attached ring, was visible. Eric was panting in short breaths, 
his hips moving slightly, causing the ring to bob up and down a few 
inches. "Yes, I see, Miss Reage. May I try it once?" "Of course, 
dear. Remove it slowly, take your time, and you may do it again." M 
took hold of the ring and carefully withdrew the phallus, pausing 
slightly as the head passed through the anal opening and Eric's 
cheeks quivered violently. "Before you put in back in, straighten 
him up and check his penis, M. But be careful not to touch it. He 
may orgasm instantly, if you do." M took his elbow and guided him 
to a standing position. His cock jutted straight out, pointing 
slightly upward. "Oh look, Miss Reage, it IS flared and red!" 
"That's why you don't dare touch it. He could orgasm immediately in 
that state. Now bend him over again." Once more Eric was forced, 
head down, over the ottoman and his legs spread apart, feet turned 
awkwardly in. M applied more jelly to the phallus and Miss Reage 
parted his cheeks. "That's right, dear. Tease the anus with the 
tip. Let the anus nibble and learn to reach for it like a trained 
horse takes the bit." And indeed, as the tip of the phallus touched 
Eric's anus, the anal opening flexed and nibbled, like Miss Reage 
said. After a moment, with her slender fingers grasping the base, M 
easily slid the shaft fully in, provoking another desperate gasp 
from Eric. "In time he will get used to the phallus, M. There is an 
alternate method of insertion I should show you, however." Miss 
Reage slowly removed the instrument. Eric's buttocks quivered and 
flexed as the shaft withdrew and he moaned again as the phallic 
head passed through the anal opening. "If you position the phallus 
below the anus, M, you can force him to squat on it, thereby 
inserting it himself." She held the shaft upright, beneath Eric's 
anus, and then, grasping the top of his scrotum between her thumb 
and forefinger, she pulled firmly down, obliging him to squat onto 
the phallus. Again, it slid easily up to the ring. She released her 
grip on his scrotum. "I think a training harness will do for now, 
and a leash. Then we can take a walk to the parlour." "Yes, I want 
to show him off." "Do you think he should be gagged?" "I don't 
know." Another long moan escaped from Eric. "Perhaps it would be 
best since he has never been shown before." "I agree." Miss Reage 
opened a drawer in the small table and removed a black leather 
harness composed of a belt and two thin straps, attached with 
buckles. She fastened the belt around his waist and turned it so 
the buckle was under his navel. The other two straps hung down 
together from the small of his back, fell between the cheeks and 
slid through the ring on the phallus, spreading to each side of the 
scrotum where she attached them to the belt near his hips. "Now 
stand him up, M, and we will collar him." M stood Eric upright and 
he jumped slightly, shaking his harness. "See him prance? It's 
their way of fighting and testing the phallus, M. They all do it, 
for awhile, until they learn that bucking the phallus is useless. 
The phallus always wins." Miss Reage took a small leather collar, 
no bigger than the circle of a thumb and forefinger, with a small 
ring set in the leather opposite the buckle, and sat herself on the 
ottoman. "Bring him here M, facing me." He was placed in front of 
her and his legs spread. He breathed heavily, tensing his buttocks 
until Miss Reage stroked the inside of his leg, saying "Easy boy. 
Easy now." She skillfully lifted his balls and slipped the collar 
behind and around both his scrotum and the base of the penis, 
positioning the small ring at the front, on top of the collar. As 
she tightened the collar, Eric groaned, panting noisily. "Oh! Is he 
all right?" asked M. "Yes dear. Don't be alarmed. New slaves often 
react strongly to the harness and collar. He will settle down. If 
not, there is the whip." At that, Eric moaned again and struggled 
slightly against the handcuffs. "Now bring me the leash and gag," 
Miss Reage instructed. M went to the drawer and found them, a long 
black leash and a leather gag. "Kneel," commanded Miss Reage, 
pushing down on his shoulders. He fell to his knees and swayed 
slightly. "I won't tell you again, but I want those thighs spread, 
even when on your knees," she reminded. "Now open your mouth. 
Wider. Now suck on this. Yes, all the way back." She placed the 
gag, a soft, compressible leather ball device scented with 
strawberry and attached to a strap and buckle, into his mouth. "It 
is a tongue suppressor and gag, both," she explained, pulling the 
buckle snug behind his neck. "In time, the scent of strawberry will 
arouse him." The strap covered his lips and completely silenced all 
but the most intense moans. She stood him up again so that his 
erection bobbed out in front of her. She smiled to see Eric quickly 
spreading his legs. She uncoiled the leash, snapped it to the ring 
on the small collar and handed it to M, saying, "He should have 
knee hobbles." Miss Reage took two leather cuffs, joined by a short 
chain, from the drawer and buckled Eric's legs together just above 
the knees. "Now M, when you lead him, he is hobbled so you can 
always keep a slight tension on the leash. Break him to the leather 
and phallus by walking around. Perhaps tomorrow you can exercise 
him outside on the grounds." Hobbled, Eric moved in quick little 
steps to obey commands from the leash as M pulled him forward 
across the room. "You will need this to keep his attention," Miss 
Reage said, handing M a short, black leather whip. "On occasion, 
smack his buttocks if he lags or balks. Later I will show you the 
art of finer whipping to raise his responsiveness. I think now he 
needs a mask for his first showing, don't you?" "Oh yes, I nearly 
forgot." Miss Reage produced a silver party mask and placed it on 
Eric. "Now you have a mystery-slave. Really, I do believe there 
will be some jealousy, M." "Yes, Miss Reage. So do I." "Now walk 
him a bit more while I go out and make the announcement." M 
continued to lead Eric around the room as Miss Reage closed the 
door. Once he resisted the leash, standing and squirming, 
surprising M. She tugged, but he remained defiant. With a quick 
movement, she snapped the whip across his buttocks. A muffled yell 
came from behind the leather gag and his knees bent slightly. She 
watched his buttocks spasm against both the whip and phallus. He 
lurched forward, but she stopped and fastened the leash to a hook 
in the wall, at waist level. "Step backwards until the leash is 
taut, Eric," she commanded with a new resolve. He obeyed and the 
strap pulled up tight on his genitals. "Good. Remember that I still 
love you, Eric, but I do want you trained properly and I will use 
this whip to be certain you are mine and only mine. Do you 
understand?" Eric nodded and moaned. She checked the harness and 
hobbles. The phallus remained well in place, held by the straps, 
with only the ring partially visible between his buttocks. "Soon we 
will going out to the parlour so the other ladies may see you. 
Please don't cause me to whip you, for I shall if need be, and 
remember to spread your legs when you are not hobbled." She took 
hold of the phallus ring and moved it slightly up, forcing Eric to 
his toes and another long moan from behind the gag. Taking the 
leash again, she pulled him toward the door and opened it. He 
followed her down the hall, prancing slightly, his gait 
accommodating the hobbles and phallus, his penis straight out and 
his balls raised beneath the leash strap. They walked toward a set 
of closed, double doors leading to the parlour. Light, merriment 
and the loud murmur of female voices flowed from under the doors. 
She knocked three times.

Part 2:
"I see you've brought a new slave," said a woman opening the doors. 
"Oh, and a fine specimen, too. Bring him in, M." She walked ahead 
of Eric, keeping the leash taught, and he hobbled into the room. 
From behind the silver mask Eric saw a well appointed sitting room 
filled with ladies in formal evening wear. They were seated on a 
sofa and several chairs. Their conversation fell silent as they saw 
him, nude, collared, gagged and chained, with the thin, black 
straps between his buttocks and the large erection under the leash. 
The women all began talking at once, voicing approval. M paraded 
him in front of each lady, turning him around several times. "He is 
marvelous, M." "Oh M! You've already sized him!" "I should 
certainly like to see him whipped, tonight." "Oh, look at him buck 
the phallus!" "May I feel him?" A chorus of responses rose from the 
group. "I do think he should be whipped," Miss Reage agreed with 
one lady. "Do you object, M?" M hesitated. "I did think it was 
somewhat early." She looked at Eric with feeling. "Perhaps just a 
few strokes." "Should we use the horse?" a woman asked. "Yes, I'll 
have it brought in," said Miss Reage. "But first perhaps some of 
you would care to examine him." Eric heard another murmur of 
approval and felt the leash pulling him toward a woman on the sofa. 
He was maneuvered directly in front of her, in a profile position. 
"How would you like him, Marilyn? Perhaps you want to see him from 
the rear?" "No, M. I only want to examine his balls and penis. Can 
you have him face me?" "Certainly." She relaxed the leash and 
unsnapped it. "Eric, turn and face the lady, please." Eric turned, 
and again his erection was at eye level. The woman, a striking lady 
in her forties, cupped Eric's balls in one hand and felt them, 
repeatedly moving them around in her hand and examining each 
testicle. They bulged beneath the collar and she pushed a finger 
under the strap, behind his scrotum. "You have him well collared, 
M. And I like his balls. They're a good size." She took hold of his 
penis at the base just in front of the collar strap and stroked the 
underside carefully. The glans flared and a clear drop appeared at 
the opening. "Oh M, he is SO ready. I DO want to see him whipped, 
though." "And so you shall," Miss Reage said. "As soon as the 
slaves bring in the horse." "Oh Miss Reage, do you think it will be 
too much for him?" asked M, concerned. "He IS very new, after all." 
"Nonsense, dear. A new slave must learn to taste the whip and to 
pace himself for a whipping. Which of you girls would like the 
honors?" "I have a particular talent with the whip," a woman in the 
corner spoke up. "My female slave needs attention as well. Perhaps 
I could do them both." "A fine suggestion, Angela. Do we want two 
horses, then?" "Yes, that will do." "I will see to it. Oh, here 
comes one now." Two female slaves dressed as domestic maids rolled 
in the whipping horse, a three foot high, padded block on legs 
anchored securely to a platform. The platform moved on castors and 
was set with ring bolts at the base of the horse to which were 
attached collars and small lengths of chain. The maids rolled the 
horse to the center of the room. "M, we should put Eric on the 
horse. Would you like me to do it?" "Yes. I want to watch." "Very 
well, bring him here and remove his hobbles." She re-attached the 
leash and Eric was lead beside the horse. M unbuckled the hobbles 
and tapped the inside of his leg. He obediently spread his thighs, 
brazenly exposing his genitals and the silver phallus ring. "Remove 
his gag," Miss Reage instructed. "We will see how loud he becomes." 
"On your knees," M told him. He dropped down and she saw that he 
kept his legs spread. She unfastened the gag and took it out. "Keep 
your mouth open." Eric kept his mouth open and M pulled up on the 
leash strap and put it between his teeth. "Now bite on this." He 
closed his teeth on the strap, holding it tense. His erect penis 
and balls were pulled up sharply. The end of the strap hung down in 
front of his navel. "Now keep your back straight and look ahead. In 
a few minutes you will be whipped." "Well done, M," Miss Reage said 
as the maids rolled in a second horse and, behind them, led a 
female slave. She was nude but for handcuffs and a harness with 
phallus. The phallus was inserted through her anus. Her leash was 
attached directly to the phallus ring and came out front, between 
her thighs. She had a silver mask identical to Eric's and he looked 
at her well formed breasts, sensuous mouth, and long legs as she 
was paraded around the room. "I would like to examine this slave 
before she is horsed," a lady spoke to Angela. "Of course, Miss 
Field. Bring her here." The female was positioned with her legs 
spread in front of Miss Field. The leash was removed. Miss Field 
spoke. "What is your name?" "Tanya." "I am going to examine your 
breasts and your clitoris, Tanya." Miss Field fondled each breast, 
feeling the weight of each and rolling the nipples between her 
fingers. The nipples began to harden as she lightly stroked them. 
She reached between Tanya's legs and felt the outer lips, running a 
finger between the labia to release a pool of wetness. She stroked 
the clitoris and carefully inserted a finger into the opening of 
the vagina. More wetness flowed out. "Turn around and bend over." 
Tanya obeyed; she turned and spread her legs, then bent over. Her 
wet genitals protruded between the harness straps and below the 
phallus ring. Miss Field parted her labia and inserted two fingers 
at once, deep into her vagina. Tanya moaned and rocked slightly, 
catching herself. "She is tight," Miss Field said. "We should tease 
her with the male." "A marvelous idea," agreed Miss Reage and Tanya 
was released from her handcuffs and ordered to the floor, directly 
in front of the first horse, on her hands and knees. Miss Reage 
unbuckled the harness. "Tanya, you must relax while I remove the 
phallus," she said. "Spread your knees wide and turn in your toes." 
She took the ring and slowly began withdrawing the shaft. "Breath 
deeply," she commanded as more of the phallus appeared, but Tanya 
cried out sharply when the phallic head passed through her anus. 
"It's out. Relax and keep your head down." Miss Reage approached 
Eric, took his leash, and led him to the horse. She unsnapped the 
leash. "Step up on the platform and bend over the block," she 
commanded. Prancing slightly, he got onto the dolly and faced the 
pad. "Now place your feet at each end and bend over," she repeated, 
reaching between his legs from the rear and firmly taking hold of 
his scrotum, pulling it up and backward, forcing his head down. A 
startled cry came from Eric. He obediently spread his legs and lay 
across the padded block, lowering his head. She buckled the collar 
around his neck and strapped his ankles, wide apart, securing him 
firmly to the block with his buttocks high and genitals hanging 
down in full view, below the phallus ring. The two thin, black 
straps could be seen going through the ring, as before, and 
disappearing on either side of his scrotum, under his stomach. 
"Angela, he is yours," Miss Reage said. "Notice how he is 
positioned carefully to allow him, if he looks forward, to see all 
of Tanya's charms as he is whipped?" Angela produced a short whip, 
like M's. She stepped to the side of the horse and touched the whip 
to Eric's buttocks, measuring the stroke. "Shall I give him twenty, 
M?" "Oh, no more, please!" "Very well. Twenty, then." Eric's 
buttocks quivered and he strained at the collars. Angela's arm rose 
and a swish of air announced the first strike of the whip. Eric 
heaved violently and screamed as the leather left a red welt across 
his naked ass. The neck collar held his head down, chain tight, 
barely allowing him a view of Tanya's genitals displayed a few 
inches away. Again the whip fell, leaving a thin welt as his 
buttocks involuntarily jerked with a new scream. After five 
strokes, Miss Reage said, "Now M, notice how he is fighting the 
phallus again? To no avail. The phallus does its work, regardless, 
forcing submission." And indeed, with each stroke of the whip and 
each scream the phallus ring bobbed and heaved relentlessly outside 
his anus, in the crack of his spasming buttocks, its embedded shaft 
riding and mastering him. At last, his ass crossed with red lines, 
Eric lay quiet, the whipping over. The handcuffs kept both hands 
inert, palms up against his back which glistened with beads of 
sweat, while his penis and balls hung helplessly exposed between 
his spread thighs and elevated buttocks. "Grease his balls and his 
butt," Miss Reage instructed M. "That will relax him before we 
tease the female." "Come here," M motioned to a female slave. The 
slave stepped forward and accepted a bottle of lotion. "Rub this 
into his buttocks and carefully massage the scrotum. Do not allow 
him to ejaculate!" she commanded. Eric began making low whimpering 
sounds as the slave moistened his hanging scrotum. The phallus ring 
moved each time he flexed the muscles at the base of his cock. She 
pulled his erect penis rearward and gingerly covered it with cream, 
avoiding the most sensitive area behind the head. Miss Field 
remarked, "Notice how his scrotum is contracting, pulling his balls 
up and tight? My male slave does the same when he is aroused." 
Satisfied when she saw the penile head flare and a drop of semen 
appear at the tip, the slave began rubbing cream into his buttocks, 
pausing occasionally to gently milk the scrotum and run a finger 
underneath the penile shaft, drawing loud moans from Eric. Without 
warning the slave suddenly stopped, lay on her back, raised and 
spread her legs, and began masturbating. The ladies all joined in 
startled exclamations, but Angela said, "It is all right, I gave 
her permission to masturbate at will. Otherwise she would certainly 
be whipped for it." The slave began to moan and masturbate faster, 
suddenly reaching orgasm with furious intensity, legs waving in the 
air, fanny jiggling. After a few moments Angela spoke to the slave: 
"When you have recovered, finish anointing his buttocks." 
Meanwhile, the ladies prepared Tanya for teasing by first taking 
her to a raised dais between two pillars at the end of the room. 
Leather cuffs supporting metal rings on each side were buckled to 
her ankles. She was handcuffed and told to sit at the edge of the 
dais, then laid back by the shoulders and pulled forward so that 
her handcuffed hands hung over the vertical end, her buttocks 
suspended in mid-air. The handcuff chain was attached to a ring 
bolt at the end of the bench. "Now raise your legs toward your 
chest," they told her and, once done, her ankles were pulled 
further back, spread wide, and fastened to the pillars by straps 
which snapped to the leather ankle-cuffs. She now lay on the bench 
with her vulva gaping open and her buttocks held slightly aloft and 
split violently apart. Marilyn applied a strawberry whipped cream 
evenly over Tanya's genitals, making her ready for Eric. The ladies 
remarked at the generous size of Eric's cock as he was led, 
handcuffed, harnessed and lubricated, to the waiting female. Again, 
they noticed him prancing to the phallus. M said, "Eric, you are to 
clean all of the whipped cream from this slave with your tongue. If 
you do a proper job, the ladies and I will insert your penis into 
her vagina. Now begin." A pillow was placed in front of the dais, 
for Eric's knees, and he dropped down between Tanya's raised and 
outstretched legs, methodically licking the cream from her genitals 
which were moist and swollen. Loud moans came from Tanya's mouth 
and, with each licking, she squirmed and cried louder. Eric pushed 
his tongue into her anus, causing more moaning, then concentrated 
on her clitoris which was fully erect. Suddenly a violent orgasm 
overcame her and she screamed and twisted with spasms. The ladies 
immediately raised Eric by his forearms and pushed him over Tanya, 
sliding his penis full into her vagina, causing him to reflexively 
thrust, in and out. M held his balls from behind as he reached 
orgasm with a yell, and the phallus ring jerked sharply with each 
ejaculation until it was over. M said "Every Slave should have the 
chance to breed once in his lifetime - if he is able before he is 
done!". "Tanya will remain here," M said after several minutes. 
"You follow me." And she re-snapped the leash to Eric's collar and 
led him away, down a long corridor. "You will spend the night 
chained in a tower bedroom," she said. "Tomorrow, at tea time, you 
will be prepeard for the modification. " Part 3: Chained naked in 
the tower, Eric remained harnessed to the phallus, helpless against 
its probings and discipline. With every move during the night, as 
he lay face down on a large bed with his hands chained to the 
corner posts, he felt its relentless reminders. Much later, he 
awoke to the voice of M as she undid the harness straps. "Relax 
Eric, so that I may remove the phallus. Open your legs and turn 
your toes inward. That's right." He felt the shaft withdraw, and 
the head pass through his sphincter, causing him to cry out. 
"There, it is out. Now we will bathe you and shave your pubic hair 
fuzz, then you will be ready for the modification," she said, 
unfastening his chains from the corner posts. He struggled to his 
feet, unsure of his whereabouts. The tower room was still dark, but 
he saw various instruments of discipline on the walls. She 
handcuffed his hands behind him and attached hobbles to his knees 
again. Then she produced the leash and collar. "New male slaves 
must be collared until they are done Eric, come here," and she 
placed him before her as before, gently lifting his genitals and 
running the collar strap behind his scrotum and around the base of 
his penis, latching it with the ring on top. She snapped the long 
leather leash to the collar ring and noted his penis becoming 
erect, tightening inside the collar. She pulled him out the heavy 
door and down a dark corridor, his hobbled knees permitting only 
short little steps with his genitals pulled out in front of him, 
the leash tight, as she led the way to the manor baths where his 
modification was to take place. * * * 

They arrived at a heavy metal door a few minuets later. M knocked 
and the door opened. A Lady dressed in a doctor's lab coat held the 
door open as M lead Eric into a large steamy room. Eric's cock 
became even harder as he saw two naked slave girls standing next to 
a large bathtub. M led him over to the bath and then unlatched the 
leash and collar from his body. Eric was now fully naked and free 
of all bondage since he was first brought here to Miss Reage's 
Manor. M then told Eric to get in he tub and sit down. Eric climbed 
in to the tub of hot water and sat down in the hot soapy water. The 
two naked slave girls then brought over large wooden buckets full 
of hot soapy water and large bath sponges. One girl started at the 
top of his head, and the other started at his feet. All to soon for 
Eric, the girls met in the middle and he was clean. The girls were 
then ordered away and M had Eric step out of the tub. The lady 
dressed in the doctor's lab coat took hold of Eric's balls and 
Eric, remembering what he had been told, spread his legs apart. The 
doctor lady told M that they were ready, and then let go and walked 
out of the bathing room through a small wooden door. One of the 
naked slave girls came back in the bathing room with a fresh bucket 
of water and a razor. M made Eric lie down on the heated tile floor 
of the room, and the slave girl very carefully shaved off the small 
light brown pubic bush Eric had once been very proud of. Now that 
Eric was completely shaved and bathed, M told Eric to follow her 
into the next room. In the next room Eric saw a doctor's table, but 
with stirrups added at one end. Next to the exam table was a small 
metal, wheeled tray that had a covering over it, that hid items 
unknown to him. M had Eric climb up on the exam table and lie down. 
The lady in the doctor's lab coat and one of the naked slave girls 
then used straps to tie him down. When they were done, Eric became 
scared. M saw the fear in his eyes and did her best to comfort him. 
Miss Reage came in to the room at this time, and she was pulling a 
leash. On the other end of the leash was the most beautiful 13-year-
old girl Eric had ever seen. She had pert little tits and the 
reddest lips he had ever seen on girl. Eric heard Miss Reage speak 
to M. "M, my dear. I have a huge favor to ask of you. Your new 
slave is so good looking, I would like to breed him one final time 
with young Tina here. I think there offspring would look just 
grand." M thought about it and looked the girl over. She then 
looked at Eric who, despite his fear had a major hard dick. The 
lady with the lab coat told M that she should go ahead and do it, 
since they would have to make the boy ejaculate one more time 
anyway. M said, "all right go ahead." Miss Reage led her slave girl 
over to Eric and helped the girl mount the boy. As the girl lowered 
herself down, Miss Reage held Eric's hard penis and guided it in to 
the girl's hot wet pussy. Eric let out a moan as he felt the hot 
tunnel envelop his cock. The girl started bouncing up and down on 
the hard teen meat and started playing with her nipples. Eric tried 
to thrust his hips, but because of the straps holding him in place, 
he could only move his head from side to side. Finally Eric let out 
a loud yell as he filled the girl's tight pussy with his young teen 
cum. Miss Reage had to pull her girl slave off of Eric, because she 
would not stop bouncing on the new slave boy's now soft penis. Miss 
Reage thanked M and left the room with her slave in tow with Eric's 
still hot cum dripping down the inside of her thighs. Eric laid his 
head back, with a smile on his lips. M approached Eric and said, 
"Now Eric, this is going to hurt. It's going to hurt a lot, so we 
are going to gag you so you don't bit off your tongue, and to help 
our ears withstand your screams of pain." With that said, M started 
to place a penis gag into the now totally scared Eric's mouth. Once 
the gag was in place, the doctor lady sat down on a low stool that 
she had placed in-between Eric's spread open legs. Because of the 
hot bath, and the heat in the room, Eric's balls were hanging as 
low as they could hang. M watched as the doctor first took up the 
scalpel, and made a cut down the middle of Eric's ball bag, She 
made a 1 1/2 inch cut and then kept on repeating the cut until 
Eric's bag was fully open. Both M, the doctor, as well as the two 
slave girls heard Eric screaming in pain as this was done. Once the 
scrotum was fully cut open, the doctor put down the scalpel, and 
then picked up a tool that looked like a cross between a super 
small ice cream scoop and pliers. She inserted this tool into 
Eric's scrotum and moved it around a bit. Once she was satisfied, 
she pushed down on the small lever on the handle and gave a pull. 
When the little scoop came all the way out of Eric's ball sac, it 
contained Eric's right testicle. The doctor held the little scoop 
in her left hand, and with her right she used a small crimping 
tool, to place a small metal crimp on the cord that attached Eric's 
nut to his body. M heard a small crunch sound as the doctor 
squeezed the crimping tool shut on the right testi cord. Again Eric 
screamed into the penis gag. M watched Eric's right testicle start 
to swell a little inside the scoop. The doctor handed the crimper 
to one of the slave girls, who placed another crimp on the tool and 
then placed it back on the tray ready for another use. The doctor 
picked up her scalpel again and cut the cord just below were the 
crimp was. She then tipped over the scoop and released the lever, 
Eric's right ball fell into a small bowl. The doctor put down the 
scoop and picked up one of Eric's new balls. The ball gave a little 
jingle as the bell inside the fake ball rolled around. The crimp on 
the end of Eric's right testi cord fit in a small socket on the 
fake testicle. The doctor pressed the crimped end into the slot 
until she heard and felt the click of the crimp locking in place. 
She then pushed Eric's new testicle back into his ball bag. The 
doctor once again picked up the scoop and pushed it inside Eric's 
scrotum. She pulled out his left nut, and once again crimped off 
the cord with the crimping tool. She then cut off the testicle and 
dumped it into the bowl with Eric's right ball. She then picked up 
another fake ball with a bell in it and attached it to Eric's left 
cord. She then placed Eric's new left ball back in to his ball sac. 
She then used some fine silk threads to stitch close Eric's 
scrotum. For the first time since the surgery started M looked at 
Eric's tear streaked face. "It's all over now my pet. I love you 
very much." Eric looked relieved and closed his eyes. The doctor 
gave Eric a shot into his upper thigh, and Eric passed out into a 
world of black. Over the next week Eric lived like a king. All he 
had to do was lie in bed with his legs spread far apart. He had 
full cable TV, a very good looking slave girl to wait on him hand 
and foot, and he could eat or drink anything he wanted. The doctor 
came in to his room a week later and removed his stitches. M was on 
hand to take him for a walk out in the fresh Mountain summer air. 
Since Eric's operation was complete, he no longer needed the 
handcuffs. M had Eric bend over the bed, and she inserted Eric's 
dildo. As the dildo slipped past his anal muscles, it rubbed his 
prostate, and Eric's dick became instantly hard. M put the harness 
on to Eric and slipped the collar around Eric's dick. She attached 
the leash to the collar. Eric stood up and he again tried to buck 
the dildo. Eric jumped in the air when he heard his balls give a 
jingle, like the bells on a horse harness. M gave a little giggle 
as she watched Eric prance around the room, his low hanging, 
weighted, fake jingle balls, jingled and jangled as Eric danced 
around. Once Eric calmed down, M clipped on a fine gold thread 
leash that she had made special just for him. M beamed from all the 
Oohs and Aahs the lady's gave him, as she walked her new slave 
around the Estate. Eric's balls made a very pleasant jingle as he 
was walked all around the property. They returned to the bedroom 
and Miss Reage and the lady doctor were sitting and chatting 
waiting for them. They stood up and the doctor said to M, "we need 
the boy to Ejaculate one more time, to make sure he is empty. All 
boys his age have at least one more left in him after being done." 
M unleashed and unharnessed Eric and had him lie down on the bed. 
"I would like another boy to do him. Do one of you have a boy that 
could do the job?" M asked the two ladies. The doctor left the 
room, and came back about three minuets later with a cute red 
headed boy about Eric's age. Eric looked down at the naked Red 
headed boy's crotch. The boy was completely nutless. He even had 
had his scrotum removed. The red headed boy's penis was uncut and 
had shrunk to such a small size, that it looked like a little 
peanut. The lady doctor pointed to Eric and said just one word to 
the red headed boy. "Suck!" The red head walked up to the bed, and 
spread Eric's legs, then kneeled between Eric's spread legs and 
bent over. He took Eric's soft cock into his mouth and Eric let out 
a moan of pleasure as the boy's hot mouth wrapped itself around his 
dick. Eric's dick slowly got hard in the boy's mouth. The red 
headed boy started to play with Eric's new jingle balls. Eric's 
dick became even harder as the boy's head bobbed up and down and 
his balls jingled and jangled. The red headed boy wet one of his 
fingers, and slipped it up Eric's ass. He found Eric's prostate and 
started rubbing it, bringing Eric even more pleasure. It took the 
poor red headed boy almost an hour of sucking and licking and 
jacking Eric's cock before Eric let out a whimper and a large gasp 
of air, and shot a cloudy spurt of cum on to his chest. The red 
headed boy jerked and pulled on Eric's abused dick until Eric 
grunted and shot another spurt of water and clear fluid onto his 
tummy. A few more clear and watery drops of fluid oozed out of his 
piss hole, and ran down on to the red headed boys hand. The red 
head finally stopped jacking Eric's dick and got up off his knees. 
The lady doctor then came up to Eric and ran a finer through the 
mess on his chest and tummy and then looked closely at it. She 
deemed Eric sterile. She and the red headed boy then left room. 
While Eric recovered from his orgasm, M talked to Miss Reage about 
Eric's upcoming training. 

The End???

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