The Contract: Chapter 5
During a whirlwind set of weeks Vasyl goes from further mental and physical training to dietary adaptation and then ends up one of the entertainments provided for one of his grandfather's new clientele bashes.
Chapter 5: Training Con’t/Objectification/Living Artwork
The mental training didn’t end there with the acknowledgement that Vasyl was nothing more than a toy to be used at the whims of his betters. He quickly gave up any attempt to track how long he remained within the medical room as he was run through a series of courses that not only required the correct conclusions, but also required no hesitation in his answers. With it his body was conditioned to find pleasure within the pain and once he accepted one thing he was moved on to another.
By the end of this training he had learned that his designated number was his name and no other would he answer to. He knew his birth name was still Vasyl, but he had been taught that he did not deserve to be called by a name until Grandfather gave it back to him, just as he had willfully given it away when he signed that contract. He had been trained to immediately offer himself to a master or, though he did not have the preference for women, mistress the moment that interest was shown in him and he had learned that this extended to beasts as they had names and were also above him on the social structure. And he had learned that hesitation and disobedience did not bring punishment as punishment was a pleasure.
No any sign of resistance brought solitude and sensory deprivation while he ached to be touched or spoken to. After the first time he had experienced that for an unknown period of time he longed for the milking hall. For even just the feel of the machines to touch him, for the sound of his fellow captive’s groans to tell him he was not alone. The moment that the female doctor released him from the chamber he fell to his knees before her and his head was up her skirt and he licked feverishly at her pussy, his tongue moving between her clit and diving into her vagina before moving back so he could suckle gently on her nub as both an apology and a thank you for releasing him from that hell. Once she came he was praised and they had resumed his training.
A few days rest were given to slave 4148 after a few weeks of training had passed as both his body and mind were drained. The routines he had once undergone prior to the formal training of following around some of the trainers no longer occurred either. Instead new duties were imposed upon him. In the morning he awoke and was cleaned as before. Then after he was harnessed into a machine that would fuck him with mechanical regularity while a milking machine nursed the cum from him. The amount had increased due to a series of shots he’d been given during the training. The cum would then be fed up to a tube that led into his mouth with a secondary feed that provided him with a tasteless substitute for the other nutritional requirements his semen could not fulfill and this would serve as his breakfast. The act of this alone would take long enough that he would only be allowed an hour or two rest before it was repeated for lunch and then dinner.
Meanwhile 4148’s body adjusted to the new shift and the feeling of cool air on the oh so sensitive and larger ball sack that had never been recovered. When alone he couldn’t help but fondle himself which ended up with his hands being bound up in leather balls which locked at the wrists and locked on the outside of his pen. When that didn’t stop him a hook with a ball plug on the end was lowered into the backside of his cage and he was impaled on it so that he could not pull forward to rub himself and his bound hands kept him from moving to enjoy the device anymore while his body was being trained to live off of a fluid diet.
The new week heralded a set of parties that his grandfather decided to hold to obtain the interest of new clientele. While most of the slaves would be used to move around the room, pleasuring the prospects, Vasyl and a handful of the hall slaves he had never even seen previously as they served in other parts of the estate were drawn away from their duties to serve another purpose.
4148 was taken to a room along with three others. Each of them were forced into a kneeling position that left both mouth and ass accessible and then ordered to remain still, which given their training each one did without hesitation. As he waited a blindfold was added to Vasyl’s mask to match the other three, and then short tubs led from his nostrils while an O-ring gag was pushed into place and secured. Once done another tube was slid into his urethra only to immediately be awarded with drops of pre cum. And then the man working on him began to apply a heavy, warm substance that Vas realized, as it dried and hardened, was plaster.
Slowly he and the others were covered from head to ass. The design, though it was entirely lost upon the trapped boys were a mixture of man and animal. The mouths, set with permanently open jaws, had canines showings and giving the beast slaves fierce looks, but there was just enough space to thrust a cock down into the trapped slave’s throat without great difficulty. Their cocks were given fantastic shapes fitting to the strange creatures, but the pre continued to escape and forced the artists to slip slightly thicker rubber hoses into the boy’s cocks to keep them from ruining the work; an action which had the opposite the desired effect on one of the boys who began cumming before the plaster had dried well enough to resist his strong shudders and required reworking.
As his large, pink balls were sealed up the heat of the curing plaster was felt most keenly, Vasyl issued long groans that sounded hollow and unearthly like the creature which he was being made to resemble. The slaves asses, like the mouths, were left penetrable, though here paint was added to give the impression of mortar running down and through the ring of muscles, and tails were designed in the plaster as if they had been pulled aside to welcome the penetration of whom ever might wander behind.
After hours of work the plaster finally cured and dried around the boys sealing them into place. The soft groans could still be heard, though thanks to the shape of the mouths they sounded more animalistic than human. Slave 4148, in particular, could not keep his voice from being heard. His body was used to cumming multiple times and the lack of it caused his balls to swell and push against their stony prison. The only sensations still allowed the young men were that of their mouths and asses, but the gag kept them unable to plead, and the plaster kept the senses of touch, beyond the two places previously mentioned, sight and sound a foreign thing.
Each slave statue was moved into one of the party rooms and set them up near the bar. Beneath the statues a cup was placed to catch the semen which would be forced from them and down the plastic tube. The cups, it would turn out, had to be changed frequently during the course of the evening and were given to the guests during the party like perverse cocktails. Some drank the sweet boy cum, others fed it to the slaves at their sides or smeared it over them.
From the beginning of the party the empty entry into Vasyl’s body was filled and the groans spilling forth from his gagged echoed and grew in deepness to the point that they resembled nothing more than bestial roars which caused fits of laughter from the crowd of party goers. Over the course of the evening Vasyl attempted to keep track of the number of cocks he could feel penetrating him, but soon lost count of them. His hole dripped with the copious amounts of cum though and occasionally a cock was replaced with a mouth that slurped and sucked the semen from him.
The party never seemed to ebb and in this state of suspended animation 4148 couldn’t keep track of time. At times he tried to guess the form that had been given him, but even the comments of those taking advantage of his services were lost to him thanks to the plaster. Despite his inability he took to pondering the possibilities for a time, and then after that he allowed his mind to slow and merely live in the moment. Despite his dazed existence every cock that raped his well-trained ass was awarded with a glass of cum and every one that thrust into his mouth was suckled hungrily as the young man found himself ravenous for the salty semen.
A day passed and then two more. Time between sleeping and wakefulness was confused. For seven days he remained the statue, living off cum of strangers. The cum that he had not swallowed oozed out of the muzzle of his prison, occasionally requiring cleaning up, while cum pooled in his body and spilled out to run in little trails down backs of his stony thighs. On the seventh day a shout and the laughter of the party goers suddenly woke him from the mindless stupor he’d been in and the encasing quietness of his plaster body. Aware for the first time in days Vasyl tried to hear more, but distinct sounds were lost to the silence once again. Whatever had made the sound had been close… and quite loud.
Someone’s hands were on him from behind, but this was not new, and another set began to finger fuck him, going a little deeper as with the intent to push all the way into him. Before that could occur the hand pulled back and suddenly a roar of laughter surrounded him. Something small, tiny even, was rubbed back and forth around and over his stretched entry and then the hand started to push it into him. Deeply it went, slipping in past the widest part and up to the wrist before stopping and flexing a few times, earning a few soft growls from the statue, before pulling out. Around the room snickers continued except in one corner. There the watcher stared at the plastered cum beast while watching as a slave was forced behind him.
The slaves tongue started to lick and probe the abused pink entry while Vasyl puzzled over what had pushed into him. As he did the scent of tequila spilled over his tongue and then suddenly it snapped into realization that it was the worm from the bottle he had been ass fed. With only one route to him to relieve himself of the passenger the slave started to push out, forcing more cum out of his body and onto the slaves licking tongue. Little did this help though given the small nature of the worm and the other boy ended up tongue fucking him until through luck he captured the worm from the bottle and pulled back, displaying it to the room before being ordered swallow it.
Other attractions carried off the remaining attendees and the laughter grew fainter. The tequila had awoken his dazed mind and he began to realize it had been a long time since he had felt the kiss of a dick in his mouth of the feel of ones penetration as the evening was winding to a close and as people departed or passed out 4148 and his companions were finally removed from the room, and then from the plaster. As their beasts were broken apart each boy slumped and had to be physically carried to be bathed and then put to bed so that they regain their strength over the next week.