To Server a Master: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Indoctrination. The door bolts rattled and the door came open, the semi conscious load mouth was carried in chained at his neck, wrists and ankles, so that he had no movement, he was slung into the only remaining cage with a number on it. With that the 4 “Stable Hands” went and stood to the side where 4 other similarly clad men knelt, all I noticed had collars.

8 Other men all in there late 20’s or early 30s came in and stood behind a cage.

Finally another man came in, he was in his Mid to Late 40’s, but you could tell even under his clothes he was not flabby, he was probably quite fit.

He came forwarded and stood exactly in the middle of the room.

“Apprentice Slaves.”

“I aint no fucking apprentice you cock sucker “ shouted the loud mouth.

“Boy be quiet when I am speaking.”

“What you gonna make me you fucking faggot he went over to the cage the load mouth was in looked at the number and then looked at the sheet.”

“Yes I am boy.”

“I aint no fucking boy, I am a man, not like these other pussy’s.”

“really, well I am telling you fuckwit you are nothing more than fuck meat now.” Said the older man to the guy in the cage.

“What you reckon your gonna fuck me, let me out of this cage and I am going to whip your fat old arse.”

“Ok We will let you out of the cage.”

“Stable hands get this bitch out of the cage demanded.”

The stable hands got up and immeadetly opened the door to the cage they dragged the loud mouth out of the cage and held him to the floor.

The master before us stripped off his shirt and stood a few feet from him.

The stable hands looked at the master.

“Remove the chains”, with 4 holding him down they removed the chains.

All of them were grinning plainly they knew what was about to happen.

“Listen to me fuck meat, when I tell the stable hands to get up you will give them 5 seconds to get clear and then you can come after me, if you manage to get me to the floor, then you can go free, hows that for a deal.”

“Fair enough.”

“Boys let the fucker up.”

The lead stable hand of the group counted to 3 and they all stood and stepped back to the wall.

The Loud mouth counted to 5 visibly and then stood up he moved around the master who just turned to face the naked boy.

Suddenly the boy charged at the master and tried to lay a punch before he could get near his arm was grabbed and he was thrown to the floor, this was quickly followed by a punch to the side, and then a kick to the balls, the guy curled in a ball, the master stood on his head and applied enough pressure to make the guy cry out.

“Looks like you are staying with us, you gobby pussy.”

“Boys put him on the bench.”

The stable hands ran forward and man handled the boy from the floor to a bench.

Once he was on the bench they bound him to it.

“Now for the rest of you, one of our training methods is humiliation, and this little piece of meat is about to be a demonstration model.”

The loud mouth gained some of his courage back and he started shouting, the master stipped off his trousers and stood before him as he shouted.

As I said boy you are just fuck meat to me.

With that he went behind positioned his cock, at his ring.

“You aint going to get that up my arse faggot.”

With that the master punched the boy in the side a couple of times which took the wind out of him, and then he pushed his cock the guy screamed.

The master grabbed his ear and pulled his head up, let the other slaves see how much your enjoying my cock in your virgin arse boy.

The guys was panting and crying out.

“Please no!!”

“I Will stop boy, once I have left my cum in your little tight fuck hole.”

The master continued fucking the boy for 5 to 10 minutes until he finally shot his load he withdrew his cock, and cleaned it off and redressed.

The Loud mouth regained his composure and began to scream at the Master who just turned round to him, and said.

“Boy you didn’t get me to the floor, your not free, you will serve the IMA and a master, we will break you, your tight little arse is no longer virgin, it is mine.”

With that he just said to the stable hands, 4 of you take him to the isolation section, we will have to do it the hard way with this one.

“Yes Sir” replied one of the group and 4 of them released the Loud mouth in an a controlled manner so that at no point was a single arm or leg free.

Then they gagged him so that he could not make a sound. Ready they first lifted him to the concrete floor, and then positioned themselves around him so that one went wither side and picked him up by a shoulder the others grabbed a thigh and knee each and they picked him up and carried him off.

“Right now we have dealt with that troublesome little boy, let me get on with the introduction.”

“You apprentice slaves are here to learn how to become slaves, there is an assessment program that goes on threw out the training, which by the end of it you will receive a grade, the grades are simple.

A – Excellent Slave requires little supervison, ideal for all levels of master. If you score an A you will also get 50 days of service added to your record.

B – Good slave requires some supervision and control, ideal for most levels of master. If you score a B you will get 10 days of service added to your record.

C – Slave Requires supervision and control, ideal for masters who have previously owned slaves for long periods and have reached level 3.

D – Underachiever, Requires direct supervision and control, and ongoing training, this slave is only offered to Level 4 Masters and above and is subject to assessment after 6 months to achieve slave status, service will not start until they have successfully passed re-assessment.

E – FAILED, slave will be required to resit the entire training course as they have not met even the most basic training requirements set by the final assessment. Apprentices who achieve this grade will not gain any service and will be subject to a more thurough training program with one of our top grade slave trainers.

“The training program, is broken down into simple stages.”

1. Induction, this lasts for two weeks, this is where we break you away from your past as a free man, and train you to realise your new position. Some of you will be thinking that you will fight us all the way, in that case you remain in the indoctrination block for longer until we break you, normally most of you will be out of here to the kennels within two weeks, those of you who are not will have to wait in the Discipline wing until the next course.

2. Puppy training, the most basic of slave is a human puppy, it is a good way of training you to understand basic commands and instructions, during this time you will not be permitted to stand on two feet except for one hour in the excercise yard a day you will eat in the slave canteen from bowls on the floor like the dogs you are, this lasts 4 weeks with the last weekend of that time being spent as a puppy to a master at the IMA Club and at a BDSM club.

3. Basic Sex training, you may think you know how to please a man, but you will know by the end of these two weeks, you will be trained in the best ways to satisfy your potential masters. There will be regular assessments by the stable hands in these two weeks.

4. Basic Domestic Service, here you will learn how to cook, clean, and care for your masters property including yourself, this lasts 4 weeks.

5. Final Assessment, here you will spend two weeks in the service of a master who will assess your every move and task and this forms 60% of your final grade.

What happens after your training is that unless you have a master already you will be auctioned off to IMA Members who will then take ownership of you and you will work for them.

Me, I am the STC’s Chief Master, that means I am responsible for this place and the SDW (Slave Discipline Wing) that is where you are sent if a master sends you for discipline or if you need to wait for a new training date. Trust me you don’t want to spend to long in there, it is not a nice place to be, there is no such thing as a mild punishment there.

Behind you are your 8 training masters one for each of you they are to be addressed as master.

To your left there are 4 of the 8 stable hands assigned to this group of apprentices, they will undertake some of the training and also are responsible for moving you from point a to point b.

You will start off in here accept when you are in indoctrination training, the quicker you accept your new position in life the quicker you move out of here to the “Kennel” where there is at least a little more comfort for you, after all we all like our puppys don’t we men.

They all laughed.

Boy’s your status in this facility is nothing, you don’t have one, until you achieve a “C” grade you are nothing, you are not a slave, you are an apprentice that mean’s even a slave has more rights than you.

“Oh on graduating from here there is a collaring ceremony at the IMA Club in London, that will happen the Friday before the auction when you are sold to your new life as the property of a man.”

“Goodnight boys do try and sleep as it is going to be a long two weeks for you, and to help you settle down to sleep each one of you is going to be gagged.

With that each door was opened whilst one of the stable hands prodded our arses with a night stick, leaving no doubt that he was willing to use it if we didn’t move. We were each ball gagged.

Tightly and then we were left in darkness.

It seemed like ages, we were in darkness, I needed a piss, and couldn’t sleep all night, because of this discomfort, but I was disperate not to go.

In the morning we were collected each by two of the stable hands and led to a hole in the ground.

“This boy is your toilet why you are here, don’t worry about toilet roll, you get a errr shower once a day from us.”

One of the stable hands then explained, whilst you are here in the induction wing, you don’t even wash yourselves or shave yourselves we do it all for you, not because we want to, but because you useless fuckers would screw it up.

I went to crouch over the hole only to be pushed over.

“Not crouching boy like a dog.”

I did as I was told sitting with my arse over the hole.

I was relieved.

We returned to our cages for feeding again buy bowls into the cage, this time Water and Bread.

Initially, this is all you boys will get until you prove your worth to your training master, so that could be tomorrow, next week, next year, we really don’t care, until you accept your place in life, you will get bread and water.

Today, you get a treat before you are taken to your masters you need to be prepared.

With that they opened the first two cages and took the two occupants away.

I was in the last cage with the young guy who looked about 18 who was cowering in his cage.

We were the last to be collected, first we were taken into an already wet room our arms chained above our heads and then we were hosed down with freezing cold water before we were scrubbed clean by two naked boys who didn’t say a word, but I noticed they were both on long chains attached to the wall.

Next we were moved from there to another room where we were first restrained and our hair removed, the young lad, had, had styled hair, that was soon nothing more than a number 1, the stablehand who did it had great fun showing him in the mirror, we were each then moved to a table where we were first shaved with an electric razor, and then the two slaves from the other room went over our body’s with BIC razors.

When they had finished we were simply led out of the room and taken to an individual room where we were ordered to kneel, I initially refused only to find myself forced to the floor by two stable hands and then held there.

“Dont fucking try and get up again, boy we will know” he said pointing to the cameras in all 4 corners. I looked around the room, in front of me was a table with a blue metal folding chair in front of it, and a comfortable chair behind it.

To the left on the wall were various restraints, behind me was a Metal door, and to the right on the wall a cross. On the ceiling there were some pulleys with ropes hanging from them.

The door had a Number on it when I came in, and some other writing, which I couldn’t quite make out. I heard the door go I looked round and a man in his mid 30’s came in.

“Come sit on the chair boy.” He said in a pleasing manner. I did as I was told, he sat behind the desk and opened a file. Ok 20376 we are going to ask you a series of questions, and you will learn the correct answer to them or we are going to be here for a long time, and you are going to suffer a great deal of pain.

1. What is your name Steven Bamforth
2. Who owns you. No one
3. Who’s orders do you obey. No ones.
4. Do you own your body? YES! I said with more convinction than I felt at the time, I was nervous and I think the master knew.
5. Can you decide who has sex with you or not? Yes! I was beginning to feel I could win this.
6. What do you address me as?

I don’t know your name, so I suppose Mr. I said cockly

1. What is your position in life.

Me I am a carefree human being.

1. Do you submit to anyone. No one
2. What is your number Dont know my National Insurance number of the top of my head
3. Do you accept youre no longer a free man. No. “Listen boy, you can do this the hard way or the easy way, this is the first time I have asked the questions, the next time I will have to inflict some punishment, if you don’t answer them correctly, then the punishments well worsen, until such a time as a break you, Oh and one other thing I will break you.”

He asked the questions again, and I gave the same answers.

“Hmmm ok, lets start with something light, to jog your memory.”

With that he pressed a button on the desk two stable hands held me down on the chair whilst the master first bound my legs to it and then bound my wrists together and then raised them above my head tying them to a hook above my head. “Now you aren’t comfortable boy, but you aren’t in to much pain yet.

“Lets ask the questions again.”

I answered the same way feeling confident this time, if this was all he was going to do then I was going to have it easy. For several hours he asked the same questions over and over again by the end he was quite bored of asking the questions and he just looked at me and smiled.

“Tomorrow will be a lot harder for you, but for now enjoy your fun boy, because I am not easily put off my task, and I have broken better men than you.

I have ways of making you, break boy, and none are pretty. He opened the door and snapped his fingers, take this piece of shit and bind him in his cage, he is to have no food, only water until I say otherwise.

“Yes sir”

They released my arms which by now were like lead weights. “Crawl boy” demanded one of the stable hands.

I tried to move my arms but they were dead, and so were my legs.

“Crawl I fucking said” he reemphasised this with a slap to the back of the head.

“I cant you idiot my arms and legs are dead.”

Call me a fucking idiot will you, you little shit with that he punched me in the side and then kicked me a few times until I was crying in pain.

“Now fucking crawl like the insect you are.”

“I cant” I wimpered

“Drag him” said one of the others who clearly seemed to be in charge as the other two did as they were told they dragged me along the concrete oblivious to my nakedness and the concrete floor, on arriving in the holding room I was unceremoniously dumped on the floor.

“You fucking wankers” I shouted as they walked away, they were back a few seconds later, one grabbed my jaw and thrust it open whilst the other one gagged me with a cock shaped gag, then they chained my wrist and ankle restraints together so I was hogtied and then they lifted me and threw me in the cage.

Once in the cage they had a quick discussion and then moved the chains so they went through the top of the cage so I was partially lifted from the floor.

I was incredabily uncomfortable.

That will teach you to gob off at us, just remember we were there once, normally we would of just tied your hands behind your back and left you there, but you gob off at us and we make your life hell bitch, now enjoy your night. With that they left.

In the morning I was released from the chains at the top of the cage and allowed to drink the water from the bowl, when I was finished I was half carried, half walked to the shower room where I was scrubbed with scrubbing brushes so that I was red raw and then taken to the same room, except this time I was bound standing in the middle of the room, the chair had gone from my side of the table.

I started off with my arms and legs chained, but it was clear that the master, had plans to make it as difficult as possible for me today.

For the morning he had me standing with my feet barely touching the ground so I was on tip toes and he asked the questions, he took a break for lunch and ate it at the table, offering me a bite of his sandwich if I answered the questions.

I refused after he finished his lunch he went outside and talked to the stable hands who came back in and fitted a harness and then a blind fold and I felt my legs being lifted behind me and then a sensation of being lifted.

Suddenly something was clipped around my sack and I gelt it being pulled foward until I could feel my sack being stretched.

“Now boy, are you willing to answer these questions the way they should be.”

“No” I said through griited teeth.

I felt my balls being stretched a little further.

“Now.”

I just shook my head and grunted they went tighter still.

“Now”

I said nothing I was breathing deeply now as my balls were being stretched further than they had been stretched by Adam and I was in pain.

“Well I shall turn this handle once more and then leave you there for a little while to contemplate your answers.”

With that I felt them being stretched even further and then he flicked each ball as he left I let out a scream.

“Oh there will be more of them coming from your mouth unless you submit boy.” Said the master as he left.

I was left for ages in hoisted in the air with my balls being stretched out in front of me.

I was panting badly and desperate for balls to be released, but I was determined not to submit.

I heard the door to the room open and then I heard the masters voice with another voice.

“So this is the one who thinks he can beat us.”

“Yes silly really.”

“So whats your plan”

“Well I have left him like this for two hours by the look of his face he has been crying so with a bit of luck he has seen sense, but somehow I doubt it, so I am going to use some humiliation techniques next and then I shall move on and treat him like a Catagory A induction.”

“Thats a bit extream to jump straight for category “A” isn’t it”

“I don’t think there is any point with the stages inbetween with this one they will probably noit work.”

“Ok your the controller for this one, let me know how things go.”

“Yep no problem.”

I heard the footsteps fade and the door shut.

“Well now boy lets ask the questions again.”

1. What is your name Steven Bamford
2. Who owns you. No one
3. Who’s orders do you obey. No ones.
4. Do you own your body? Yes
5. Can you decide who has sex with you or not? Yes
6. What do you address me as? I don’t know your name, so I suppose Mr. I said cockly
7. What is your position in life. Me I am a carefree human being.
8. Do you submit to anyone. No one
9. What is your number Dont know my National Insurance number of the top of my head
10. Do you accept you are no longer a free man. No.

Oh very well he must of pressed the buzzer as the door opened and I heard the lead Stable hand arrive.

20376 is to be given no food, only water, it is also not to be cleaned or excercised, nor is it permitted to use the toilet, if it needs to go it will go in its cage.

Leave it locked in its cage all day tomorrow, I will see it again the day after.

“Yes sir.”

With that I felt the release of the tension on my balls and then I was lowered to the ground.

“Oh one other thing mike, he is not to be assisted back to the holding room, he can get there on his own steam even if he has to crawl on his stomach.”

“That may take a while sir.”

“I know perhaps if after every 10 minutes he hasn’t got there you strike his arse 10 times with a strap, and call him a useless piece of fuck meat then it might sink it that he is now nothing more than meat to be used by a superior.”

“Ok Sir No problems.”

With that the harness was removed and I was allowed to fall to the floor.

My arms and legs were stiff and aching along with my balls although my balls were the ones that felt the worst.

I lay there for a few minutes trying to get the energy to move. Suddenly I felt something snap across my arse.

“Move.” Demanded the stable hand.

I tried to move, I managed to shuffle forward a little bit. After a few minutes I arrived at the door, but was knackered so I rested, my 10 minutes was up I felt the belt crack across my arse, just as one of the other doors opened to one of the rooms.

“Now see boy thats what will happen to you soon if you don’t submit.” Said another master as he led one of the boys back to the Holding room, the boy kept looking back, you could see the worried look on his face, the sight of me crawling along the floor had clearly shaken him.

It took me 30 minutes to crawl the 20 meters back to the holding room, once there I was locked in the cage and left. More than one of the slaves had submitted I could see as they were allowed out to eat there food from bowls in the room and then to the exercise yard and then back in there were three of us still caged the other two displayed signs of being punished as well as me, although this night none of us were gagged after feeding.

Are you alright asked one of the others, I saw you getting that beating from that stable hand as they call them.

“Yeah just a bit sore across the arse and balls.”

“Why the balls.”

They had me hoisted all afternoon with my balls stretched out in front of me.

Jesus that long that must of hurt.

Oh it did, I am alright though I am not going to let these bastards win.

I think they will you know, they seem to have a lot of experience of this, I mean I saw what you were suffering, and I am not going to suffer like that, I am giving in tomorrow, look the others are getting real food and more than water now that they have submitted, and what do we get bread and water, well just water for us tonight, I guess we will get some bread in the morning.

“Don’t count on it.”

“What no food.”

Thats right, not for me anyway” I said.

“Jesus, thats deffinatly it, I am going to give in, I would rather be a slave than die of starvation.”

“Your choice.”

The guy in the other cage piped up, I am with you fella I aint giving up yet, we should work together to keep our spirits up.

“I agree.”

The others were brought in after an hour, the guy next to me who had clearly broken asked the other 4 what was going on now with them in the induction rooms.

They explained that they were being taught how to sign there names as a slave all in lower case, and to change there signature so that there were no capitals in it, and being questioned continuously about who they now were to confirm they had accepted their position.

If they made a mistake they were punished with a spanking for the first offense, then maybe a paddle or a cane if they got it wrong a second time, a third time and they would lose the privalages they had gained and have to start again. They also explained that sometimes they had to repeat a sentence over and over again like, “This boy is now a slave.” Or “This boy is now the property of the IMA.” I decided that I could not accept that and I was determined to win, little did I know things were about to get a lot worse for me.

I was left in the cage as the others were taken out and I had no choice but to urinate and mess the cage in the 30 odd hours I was left in there, what made it worse was the fact that I had laid in my own mess in my sleep.

The smell was disgusting and I knew it came from me.

The guy next to me hadn’t broken the next day, and said he was encouraged by my determination, the other guy was bound, masked and gagged so couldn’t say anything.

The following morning I was dragged out of my cage and led to the induction room, my trainer was there.

“Well don’t we just smell lovely boy, like the worthless shit you are, well I cant tolerate the smell.”

He pressed the buzzer take him out to the main courtyard, are all the other slaves out there including the new apprentices.

“Yes sir.”

“Good.”

With that I was dragged out of the compound and round to the front of a big mansion house, lined up in a hollow square were about 30 or 40 other slaves.

My Trainer had gone ahead.

“Boys, this thing here thinks that it can win against the IMA, as you can see and some of you can smell it has been left to wollow in its own shit, well now it is time for it to be cleaned, and then treated as the fuck meat it is.”

You other inductees are here to watch what happens when you defy the IMA, infact all of you can take heed of this lesson.

I noticed a firemans hose laid across the concrete, two stable hands picked it up and aimed it at me and then opened the nozzle the pressure of it knocked me to the floor they came and stood over me as I tried to move away from it they hosed me down for 5 to 10 minutes.

The water was freezing and I was shivering uncontrollably by the end.

Now boy, what is your name. “Ssssstttteve Bammmmfffford” I stammered through my chattering teeth.

“Well you have spirit boy, but that is not going to win the day.”

“This boy is now going to be taken to the main hall and each one of the training groups accept the inductees are going to fuck his arse, the inductees are going to watch all 32 of you fuck him, this includes the stable hands who have the privalage of going first, each of you is to tell him when he you are finished the following.

“You are now fuck meat, accept it.”

I was dragged off into the house waiting in line were the stable hands the lead stable hand first, however my training master came up behind me and once the other inductees were lined up he fucked me, and then shouted in my ear

“You are now fuck meat, accept it.”

The lead stable hand went next he was rough and took no prisoners.

This went on all day until the last puppy went through, by then my arse was so sore I felt like I would never recover. My master came up to me.

“Now boy what is your name.”

“Steve Bamforth.”

Very well, boy, take him and place him in the slave toilets you know where.

I was led away down some stairs and into a room which had toilet written on the wall, inside there were two metal grates which were lifted up either side of a hole in the ground. I was fitted out with some rubber socks and then a pair of goggles get in the hole one of the stable hands demanded.

“No I will not.”

He didn’t hesitate he got a whip out and whipped me across my back several times until I said I would get in the hole.

I climbed down the ladder and into the hole I was ordered into the middle and then they lowered the cage so that my head was above the cage and my body below, then they padlocked it and left, my master came in a short while later. “Welcome to your home for the next few days boy, you are part of the slaves toilet, this is normally a punishment for slaves from the SDC, not Inductees, but you now have no where to go, you wont get out of there, you will be given water twice daily other than that, your only substenance will come from the slaves who come in here.

“Oh and don’t worry about sleeping, if you fall asleep, your head will keep you above the piss as you will not be let out of here.”

And so it was for the next three days I stayed here locked in by my head being pissed over by some slaves, others deliberately missing as a favour, sometimes a stable hand would come in and stand and watch ordering every slave who came in to piss over me, other times it was just a vindictive little bastard who saw it as way of being on top of someone else.

There must of been a rule about feeding as on third day I was fed some kind of liquidised meal, at the end of the third day the other inductees were brought in two of them dragged in.

“Boys, this is where your other inductee has been, this is the slaves urinal in the main STC building, it is the only urinal for slaves, so your friend here has been pissed on for three days solid, oh and in case your wondering why you have been brought here and why you have not been permitted to piss at all it’s because its your turn, stand over him and then piss on him, oh and if you miss, not only will I whip you 20 times for disobedience I will put you in there for 10 days.”

Each one even the ones who had clearly not broken did as they were told, they were all braking slowly, or reacting to threat of whipping I didn’t know about one, but clearly one had broken, as soon as he finished pissing, he said “Master can this boy speak to its trainer.”

“Why boy.”

“This slave accepts it is 20375 and has no name, now please can I speak to my master.”

“Very well, he will be waiting in your induction room, when we get back.”

“Get 20376 out of there hose him down and sit him in our induction room said my trainer.”

“Yes sir said one of the stable hands.”

“As I was going to get cleaned I didn’t resist and followed all the instructions, even though they scrubbed me again with scrubbing brushes and brooms, when they were finished I was led back to the Induction center and into room 1 again.

“Sit on the chair”

I stood in the room.

The stable hand got his whip out.

I remained standing until he landed several blows from the whip in quick sucession, and then deciding it was better to sit than get beaten I sat down.

The trainer came in a short while later.

“Name” Steve Bamforth. “Number” Dont have one.

For fucks sake, ok boy, welcome to the big league, you wanted this remember, I have been lenient on you, but now I am going to make you suffer.

With immediate effect I am recatgorizing you as a Cat A Inductee, what that means, is you are refusing to accept any order, and are belligerent, I am moving you to the isolation center, we will see how you feel after 4 weeks in there.

He pressed a buzzer.

“This thing is now Cat A, and has Zero rights, move him to the isolation wing and wait for me.”

The stable hand left and came back with six others they grabbed my arms and legs and put me to the floor heavly before restraining my arms and legs and gagging me.

They then lifted me and carried me down the corridor and in through a door with a rubber seal, once in there they put me down, another much smaller door in the wall was opened.

They stood there around me.

My trainer came in.

Look in that hole in the wall boy.

“Yeah and” I said belligerently.

“You are going to spend 24 hours a day, no room to move, no room to escape your own filth, no way of cleaning, unless you use your one bowl of water a day of course.”

“Well at least I wont have to here your voice.”

“Put him in.”

The stable hands came forward and removed the straps in a controlled measure and then threw me into the hole in the wall shutting the door.

I heard my masters voice.

“This boy is the hole, this is where all you bad boys go if you don’t submit, this where you will stay until you do, I will speak to you again in a week, in the mean time, enjoy your stay. With that bright halogen bulbs in the cealing went on.

“Oh don’t bother trying to punch them or kick them that is armoured glass capable of stopping a bullet.”

The lights remained on and there was silence initially I enjoyed the piece and the seclusion, I figited and shuffled and tried to get comfortable but in a space of no more than 3foot by 3 foot I found it difficult.

I knew right here and now, I couldn’t last forever in here, the light was to bright to sleep I initially thought it would go out at night, but after several hours I realised that perhaps it never went out.

A large bowl of water was pushed in without a word, I also noticed it was on a tray of sorts so I didn’t even see a hand, or another sign of human life, this started to worry me.

I shouted to turn the light off, but nothing, I banged on the door, nothing, I called them fucking cunts, nothing, I demanded to be let out nothing.

I was alone in a hole in a wall.

I tried to sleep but couldn’t although tireness eventually claimed me but as soon as my head dropped a high pitched siren went off, which woke me with a start, and then one time I don’t remember when the light was off when I woke up. By now I was freaked I couldn’t even see my hand infront of my face let alone the four walls, then I recorded message started.

“You are now a slave, you must submit to the greater man, you must accept you are nothing but a servant to their will.”

This went on continuously for ages and ages and ages I started to shout to turn the bloody thing off, but gave up as clearly no one was listening or cared.

After a while it went quiet again, totally quiet earily quiet I couldn’t hear a thing it was as if outside the four walls of the hole there was nothing, they had done a good job of sound proofing the place.

The Halogen made the hole warm and I was sweating I drank from the bowl, and waited and waited.

The tray disappeared as soon as the bowl was empty, I only noticed it go as I heard a hiss as the tray was pulled away. I tried to settle to sleep but couldn’t the lights were just two bright.

I tried to turn over but there was no room I was basically stuck in either a sitting position or with my back on the floor and my arms and legs above me which became a challange. The audio track came on again and decided this time when it finished I would count the time between plays to get a rough idea of time.

The track played and as soon as it stopped I started counting.

It started again around 1 hour after it had been played, I started counting again, but I got to around 10 minutes when it started playing, after a few plays I realised the bastards changed the timing on it so it was random, suddenly there was nothing the lights went out and there was no sound I was in complete darkness now I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face.

After a number of minutes I was able to make out the barest outline of my body.

The heat from the bulbs began to subside and I began to cool down, I counted, but after a while realised the lights weren’t coming back on in a hurry.

It was inevitable that I had to piss and poo in the cage which I did, and inevitably I had to sit there in my own filth, I was sweaty and stank like a pig.

At some point I was so hungry I do remember that I actually wanked into my hand and ate my own cum, what I didn’t realise at the time was that inside the hole was a series of cameras that could record everything and I this act was one of the final straws that helped me to see sense in the end and submit, it wasn’t used straight away it was used with perfect timing.

The Masters in the IMA training wing are trained to use such powerfull and humiliating images to their advantage and they did.

I cant remember when, but one day to my surprise the door opened and I was beckoned out by some one in full PPE clothing Gas mask and all, I must of been a state, covered in my own mess, and stinking of that, sweat and piss. I managed to crawl out of the hole to which I was pointed towards the door way where another person in PPE was waiting.

He just pointed to a white spot on the floor, and a note taped to the floor with big text.

“Move from the spot and you will get beaten, have a look out the door.” Was all the note said.

As I waited there on the spot moving and stretching surprisingly without interruption from the two guards the door to my front opened and in came my trainer.

“Well boy I thought I would give you a treat today I thought I would let you out to see something, giving you a little sight of the rest of the human race. Before we put you back in the hole.”

With that he moved out of my line of sight.

A few minutes later a guard came through the door and stood at the corner opposite us.

Then I heard some jangling and then some footsteps, but different, bare foot steps.

Then the first of the other 7 came through the door chained at the wrist and the ankle.

As a treat for passing out they will be able to eat at a real table with a knife and fork

There is just one more thing to show you before you return the the box.

With that he clapped his hands and following a stable hand on all fours was the loud mouthed guy from the first day.

The stable hand ordered him to sit, which he did, then the stable hand ordered him to follow which he did, making him sit again when he was only a meter or two in front of me when I looked the guy in the eyes he looked defeated he looked worn down

He had been turned. This worried me, I was already week from lack of food and now I was shaken, this loudmouthed cocky boy was now in a pair of bondage mits, collar and gag and following a stable hand on all fours, he had been broken, I knew then it was only a matter of time before they broke me, but my mind said I had to try.

The loud mouth was ordered again to follow.

“He isn’t being treated to anything, but he is going on to puppy training.”

“Now you are going back into the hole unless you want to tell me who owns your body.”

I remained silient.

The guys in PPE grabbed me and dragged me back to the hole they started to push me in, the master shouted for them to stop.

“Fit this so he cant wank any more.”

With that they fitted a metal chastity cage around my cock.   I had used wanking as a way of breaking up the boredom now I had nothing.

They shoved me back in the hole, the break from the hole whilst short had given me a lot to think about, and the whole smell of it came crashing into my nostrils as they shut the door again.

I felt totally down and dejected, and to add to the feeling an audio track began playing.

“You choose to be a slave to another man, you have submitted your will, accept your status and become a slave as you always wished.”

It played over and over for ages finally it stopped, and I was in darkness with no sound.

I dozed off.

The audio track played frequently, and the lights varied from on and off at irregular intervals, I was exhausted I ached and I was more hungry than ever in my life before.

I finally cracked and started to cry, I knew I had lost and they were right, my place now was as a servant to another mans will.

“I heard my trainers voice over the audio.”

“Thats it boy you cry, accept your place, I will come and get you out when I feel you are turely ready then we will see how you answer those questions.”

With that there was silence.

“I knew I could not continue another day in the hole, I was filthy I stank, the hole stank, I was starving.”

I waited for ages and my trainer did not come, I thought I had been left in here for good, perhaps they were going to let me die in here.

Then the door open and two guys in PPE dragged me out and they massaged my legs and arms, then someone else in PPE examined me he had me get onto my knees I managed to pull my self on to my knees with effort, my legs and arms complained about the movement after the time spent locked in the whole.

My trainer came in and the third guy in PPE looked at him and said.

“20376 is obviously week and malnourished but is fit enough for what you have planned, he will need to be fed, and the quicker he is cleaned up the less likely he will be to suffer from an infection of any sort.”

“Thanks doc, if the boy answers the questions then he will get cleaned up, and fed as you recommended.”

“Either way, he is not to be returned to the hole without my permission.”

“Your the Doc, what about more direct punishments like a whipping.”

“Clean him thourghly and then you can whip him all you like.” With that the doctor left.

“Boy we are going to take you some where now and you will be questioned by me, if you answer all 10 questions as a potential slave should, you will be cleaned and fed, and then we will discuss what is going to happen next.”

“Yes Master” I replied weekly.

“Bring him” he ordered the two guys in PPE.

I was picked up and help to walk I was taken again to the courtyard in front of the main house in the STC, around it in a hollow square was every other slave.

I was ordered to stand facing them I was to week and fell to my knees.

“Stand” Said one of the guys in PPE, I tried to get up but was just to week.

“Leave him there” said one of the masters.

From behind me I heard my trainer.

“Boys, this thing thought it could better us, but now has succumbed to its new status, I want you all to here his resignation to his new status, this is his first step to accepting the fact he is nothing more than a piece of meat to serve others.”

“Boy I will ask you a series of questions, answer them correctly and things will improve.”

1. What is your name This boy does not have a name sir.
2. Who owns you. The IMA sir.
3. Who’s orders do you obey. Any Master sir.
4. Do you own your body? No.

“NO WHAT”

“Sorry sir, No Sir.” I said in near panic.

“Better.”

1. Can you decide who has sex with you or not?

No sir

1. What do you address me as? Sir or Master, sir.

2. What is your position in life.

Sir I am an Apprentice slave.

“I, I is a word used to describe a human, not a sub human Apprentice slave like you, lets try that again you fag.”

Apprentice Slave Sir.

“That means you are worthless doesn’t it.”

I started to sniffle and wimper and answered through my tears. “Yes Sir.”

“Well Say it out load boy, I want to here you shout out “This Boy is nothing but a worthless Slave.”

“This Boy is nothing but a worthless slave.”

1. Do you submit to anyone. Yes Sir, anyone.

2. What is your number 20376 Sir.

3. Do you accept you are no longer a free man. Yes Sir.

“Very good boy, now you have accepted your place in life, we need to encourage you to remember it, you will be taken from here and cleaned up, and then brought before me.” I was dragged away and cleaned, scrubbed and shaved top to bottom.

Once finished I was led on a lead to a room similar to the induction room I had been in, but a lot bigger.

“What is your name.”

“Sir this boy does not have one.”

“Very good.”

“You will be fed in here tonight, and in the morning we will discuss what is going to happen next, as there will be a wait until the next group of inductees come through and you will then be eligible to join them to begin your training.”

“Yes sir.”

With that he left and a bowl of liqudised food was placed on the floor along with water.

I delved in, feeling full after just half the liquidised food where my stomach had shrunk.

When I was finished the slave who had led me in collected the bowls and Stable hand chained my collar to a wall.

I stretched and moved around for a bit before settling down on the cold concrete floor to sleep.

The morning came around all to quickly, I was ordered to kneel by a stable hand who came in, he placed two fresh bowls down and left.

I drank the water and ate the food that had been put down. Finished I stretched a bit more before my trainer came in.

“Boy technically at this moment you have no rights, no privalages, and we can not do anything with you, I can not even train you officially until the next batch of inductees come in, so We are going to humble you so fully you will never think of back chatting another master again.

For the next week we are going to question you continuously and confirm you truely have submitted, but we are going to add to this by including a punishment for each wrong answer which will be given at the end of the day in the bar in front of all the other training masters present, and as you have zero rights you will be punished, not by me, or a stable hand but another slave, how does that sound to you.

“Sir this slave accepts what ever you decide.”

“Good start, lets get you set up for your questioning.” With that he ordered me to crawl over to a metal pole hanging in the middle of the room and then stand.

Once there he bound me to the pole.

“You will remain tied to the pole whilst answering the questions, if you are good and answer all the questions correctly then at the end of the day you will be released and will spend the night sleeping on the floor. If however you score any wrong after being punished in the Masters Bar and then returned here to spend the night tied to this same bar. Do you understand.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good lets begin.”

For the next 8 hours solid the master and one of the stable hands bombarded me with questions from what my name was, to weather I could own property, could I refer to myself as I, or Me, I knew I had slipped up a few times but not exactly how many in the 8 hour period.”

My trainer released me at about 7 or 8 in the evening and ordered me to follow him on my hands and knees which I did. When we arrived at the Masters Bar he had me bend over a table at the far end of the bar room and wait.

“20376 I have brought a slave to punish you, it is 20373 the smallest one of the group you originally joined with, he has orders, if he fails to achieve them then he will be punished as well. 20373 continue.”

With that young lad from the group I originally joined with picked up a whip and struck, the first one was really gentle, and I didn’t really feel it.

My trainer called out first attempt gone 20373.

The next one was a lot harder you could tell he put his whole weight behind it as it struck my arse, I yelped.

“Good, and again.”

He repeated this 11 times and then left as he had clearly been ordered, my arse was now red raw.

“Come here boy ordered my trainer.”

He ordered me to kneel he then fitted a gag with a funnel on it and then had me kneel in what looked like the bottom of a shower in the toilet of the masters bar.

“This boy is your job for the rest of the week, we will question you during the day and you will be our toilet at night, whether you get the answers right or not, you have to serve some kind of function for the next 4 weeks.

4 weeks of drinking other peoples piss, and no way out of it, if I refused I would be in trouble.

“Oh and boy other than when you are being questioned and eating that funnel stays attached.

Enjoy he said as he unzipped his jeans and pissed roughly aimed at the funnel but not quite getting all his piss in there, for the rest of the night I was the masters toilet, some ended up spraying me rather than pissing in the funnel, I was collected once the last master left and taken to a cage in the basement of the main building and left there to get a few hour sleep before my day of questioning.

This went on for a week, on the Sunday night of the first week my trainer spoke to me again.

Tomorrow I am going to stand you in the hallway and when ever a slave, or any one above comes past you are to get onto your knees and shout out “This piece of meet is not worthy to stand before anyone.” You are then to wait there until they pass and then stand again.

“Yes sir” I responded.

So for the next week I was there in the main entrance to the training center chained to the spot accept for an hour a day when I was led to a room where I was cleaned and allowed to use a toilet, well hole in the ground, I slept and ate in the hall, If I was eating I had to keep an eye for anyone coming through the door.

It was embarssing as some people were clearly visitors as opposed to staff or slaves, all they seemed unconcerned with my predicament.

I was resigned to my fate and decided the only way I could survive was to commit my life to what I had dreamed of. I accepted I was now a slave.

On the Following Monday I was moved outside and locked in a kneeling position in the main garden as an Ornament my trainer told me that I should learn from this, as if I failed the induction next time I would be moved to the SDC for intense re-adjustment and then could spend as long as a year as little more than an Ornament.

I took this on board.

For the next two weeks, I slept, ate and was washed in the same position to add to my humiliation some of the masters had come to letting there “Pups” piss over me when they were puppy walking them.

Finally I was told I was being moved back to the induction wing to be given my second chance.