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DISCLAIMER: The following is a fictional story and all characters depicted within are the intellectual property of Silversune. The story contains themes of slavery, punishment, sex between men and men, men and women and men and other ‘things’. If you are under 18, it is illegal to read this sort of content in your region, or if you do not enjoy these types of stories please read no further.

Additional Warning: Bestiality of a sort is present. If you don’t enjoy that you may want to skim or just not read the last 9 paragraphs.

The Contract: Feeding Time

Vasyl awoke with a start and then immediately groaned as the rigors of the previous day made themselves known throughout his aching body. The last thing he remembered was being restrained in a stockade, masked, raped and then whipped until he came. He relived the memory for a moment longer and then smiled to himself, though the stiffness of the mask caused him to lift a hand and start feeling over it before experimentally tugging to see how firmly it had been attached to his face. Quickly he discovered he couldn’t pull it free and a panic began to arise before he forced himself to push it back down again.

The boy discovered that he’d been put into an iron barred crate. The floor was littered with hay which would obviously serve as his bed. As he looked around the room he saw another six crates. Of the six three were filled. In two of the cages curvy females slept while a muscular, young man was in the last. Each, he noticed, had a series of symbols tattooed on their left hip. His aches were beginning to fade, but he began to notice new aches. Two of them to be exact, though the more noticeable one was in a location that he didn’t want to acknowledge so quickly.

Bending to the side Vas looked down at his hip and saw a tattoo on his hip. Rather than the symbols he assumed he found a series of numbers and letters instead.

4148M18

The M18, he imagined, identified him as an eighteen year old male, but the previous numbers were a mystery. He reasoned that perhaps it was the number of slaves trained, but four thousand seemed a bit much for any one man. He could only ponder on this for so long as a dull ache that could not be ignored drew his attention down to his groin.

It became quickly evident that the tattoo on his hip wasn’t the only change which his body had undergone while he was passed out. Also it was pretty easy to come to the conclusion that he’d been passed out longer than just a few hours. A curved piercing threaded through the tip of his cock. A little bulb at either end keeping it held in place while his body healed. Though still it was still sore he could see that the wound was already pretty much healed up. It was the same with his new tattoo.

Before he could give serious thought into how long he might have been passed out the dim room was suddenly flooded with light. Groans echoed around the space before the other slaves pushed themselves up and crawled over to the entrance to their cages. He was spared the briefest of glances, but their masks, like his, had mirrored lenses where the eyes which somehow made them seem inhuman.

A sound of a door opening preceded the arrival of a group of muscular men. Like the slaves they all wore masks, identical masks Vasyl noticed, unlike the occupants of the cages though the new arrivals wore skin tight leather pants and jackboots. It was impossible to tell one from the other. Each man carried a small black case and a food bowl for a dog. The later was set before each cage and then the gates lifted so that the slaves could crawl out and eat their breakfast. As they did the men opened their bags and began to take out items. Wounds were treated, bodies were massaged to take care of lingering aches, and then once they had finished eating they were leashed and led out of the room by their handlers leaving Vasyl alone in the room.

He waited for a while, but when no one came to release him or, more importantly, to feed him he started trying the bars. It wasn’t long before another one of the masked handlers came in with another bowl. There was a soft snort as he noticed the boy’s antics and then set the bowl down before the cage. The grate came up and before the man could leash him Vas moved forward and lowered his head to the bowl to eat only to freeze a moment later as he looked at its contents.

The bowl was half full of dark brown bits that looked like dog food. Somehow this didn’t surprise him all that much given that the bowls looked like a doggie dish. However there was a cream that the food bits were slathered in. The slave looked down for a moment as a suspicion began to arise and then he looked up at the man who had taken his confusion as the opportunity to leash him. He looked back down again and lowered his head to sniff lightly. It was certainly dry dog food, or something made to smell just like it, and the ‘sauce’, for lack of a better term, smelled of semen.

Vasyl thought back to the hall of men being milked for their cum and then he started to pull back. There was a tug forward and then pressure added to the back of his head in the form of a jack boot covered foot. As it did a deep, gravelly voice spoke from above him, “eat or you won’t get another chance. You all get fed once a day and a lot is expected of you.” He tried to push back, but the man above him had better leverage to be able to force him down, and Vasyl ended up face first in the bowl. The scent filled his senses and after a long moment he closed his eyes and began to eat quickly, attempting not to taste the food or the cream though both lingered on his tongue.

Once he could hear the crunching the masked man removed his boot and he started to check Vasyl over. A little ointment was rubbed into the tattoo and then a hand dipped beneath him to take his cock in hand and start to check the piercing to see how well the healing had come along. In his hand the shaft began to thicken and the sound of the boy’s eating had stopped. Swatting his ass with the other hand the handler ordered Vas to keep eating and then dabbed a little liniment on to the pierced shaft.

Once he had begun eating Vas’ stomach demanded he finished and soon enough he found himself licking the bowl clean. The handler chuckled at how empty it was and kicked it away before using a cloth to clean the some of the crumbles from the food and smears of cum from the rubber covering his face. A slap to the back of the head and then the slave was lead out of the room as the other slaves had been.

The next room they stepped into was tiled and set with grates in the floor. Overhead were shower heads and a low rise off to one of the corners separated off a space where hoses had been set up. Vasyl was lead over there and then motioned to one corner of the separated stone basin. “Empty your bowels and bladder.” The order gave him pause and a blush ran over his cheeks, but could even be seen spreading down his neck to where the black material ended.

“But…” it was the first time that the boy had spoken for a while and his voice sounded strange to him. The handler tugged the leash, forcing him into the corner, and then tied leather down only to disappear for half a minute. Upon his return a penis shaped gag was forced into Vasyl’s mouth and strapped down to the mask. His tongue rang over it for a moment and then the taste of cum began to spread over his tongue.

“Lesson number one: You do what you’re ordered to do without hesitance. You’ll be punished either way, but it will be worse if you hesitate. And lesson number two: The only time you may speak is when given leave to by your master or groomer. You are not a man anymore; don’t think to speak like one, dog.” As the handler spoke a booted foot raised and toed along his perineum which stopped Vas from lifting his head to look at the masked man and instead duck it down.

Once again he was given the order to toilet, and after a few moments of flustered attempts he was able to relieve his bladder at least. It was all handled in a very business-like manner. He was moved over to another section and the hoses used to clean him out before the showers were turned on and the rest of the lad’s body was scrubbed down while the embarrassment lingered, but he was never allowed to dwell on it for long.

Now that he’d been thoroughly cleaned his leash was taken up and Vas was drawn out of the room while he crawled after the man on hands and knees. The door opened on a hall lit by overhead lights, though they weren’t strong enough to entirely cut through the gloom. Doors lined the sides and from those he could hear the occasional moan or cry when they passed by. At the end of the hall they made a left and began down another, but the scent in the air changed and started to remind him more of a barnyard.

A brief glance was sent up to the man who was leading him and he slowed only to earn himself a quick slap on the ass. They continued quietly about halfway down the hall before stepping into a large room. A few more of the overhead lights lit the center of the room and a strange metal object that was obviously meant to be the center of focus while the edges of the room faded out into darkness. Only here and there a flash of light on glass could be seen, revealing the cameras that had been setup on every side and focused upon the metal form.

Metal bars that had been welded to one another and formed into a human shape stood before him. As he was led closer Vas began to make sense of it and started to pick out a few of the details. The head of the person locked into the form would be kept still, and prongs were found at the mouthpiece to keep his mouth held open. Above this a pair of horns had been added, but beyond being for show they would act as great handholds for someone fucking the mouth of the trapped figure . At the back end the metal had been formed to keep the cheeks parted and clamps added, likely to hold tools being used on whoever was in it. Finally Vas’ eyes dropped down to the groin of the metal form and he noticed a metal ring that would nestle at the base of the encased prisoner’s shaft and keep them from moving even that body part around much.

Below the cage Vas took notice that the floor could be raised or lowered depending on the height his captors would desire. Vas was half drug forward while he took in everything, though when he seemed about to fight a few slaps to his ass got him moving again. He stood and when he did his hard shaft bobbed and earned a chuckle from the man who’d been guiding him. “That seems to have done the trick.” He tapped the cock gag and listened before nodding to himself. “Empty. You /are/ a thirsty boy aren’t you. Here’s another…” The back end of the gag was removed and for a moment cool air could be felt through the slit he’d been tonguing without even thinking about it, and then it the air was cut off as another small container of semen was put into the gag.

Vas lifted his head a little and flushed, though for a moment was keenly aware that the man looking at him wouldn’t know this. All he saw was a masked, horny creature that didn’t know the proper way to behave. A low heat in his belly spread out with the thought and his cock bobbed with the quickened pace of his blood. The voice spoke again, but this time a little bit gentler and while stroking his head like you would a prized dog. “That’s a good boy. Enjoy your treat.”

Glowing with happiness over the praise the slave didn’t fight at all the top half of the cage was opened and he was guided into it. His cock throbbed as his handler guided it through the ring and pushed him down until it was at the base of the shaft. The mouthpiece of the iron form was removed to allow the gag to remain in place and then green lights began shining around him as the cameras powered up and began to record. As this happened a screen was lowered from the ceiling facing him and it turned on, showing him the four perspectives that the cameras were viewing.

As he watched the top of the iron cage was closed and locked into place and he marveled at the creature before him, even though he knew it was himself. The metal had to have been made for him as it seemed to be a perfect fit. And he could see the muscles playing under the skin as he tried to flex and test how flexible it might be. Giving up as nothing moved Vas found his attention drawn to another man who stepped out of the shadows with a medical bag. The man was wearing a lab coat and had a mask over his nose and mouth. Approaching the one that had been seeing to the slaves the two shook hands and then a briefcase was set on the young man’s back and opened. Inside he could see a large sum of money. This seemed to meet with his handler’s approval and he closed it and took it off of the caged boy.

“Everything has been set up per your requests, including the video evidence and monitor as you can see. Do what you like to it, just leave it breathing. We hope you enjoy your stay.” The doctor agreed and then the handler left while Vasyl stared in stunned silence. Sold! He’d just been sold… well rented out at least. The young man flexed again, but was firmly held in place while the coat clad man walked around him and ran a hand over his body. He looked down and under then before reaching out to stroke the achingly hard cock before walking back to Vas’ head and tapping the end of the cock gag.

“Don’t worry, I don’t intend to leave marks on you… and I’m sure that you’ll enjoy this whether you want to or not. The semen in that will make sure of it won’t it? I hear that they keep you all drugged on the cum of former slaves. Wonder how true it is.” Vas snorted in surprise over being told this, but couldn’t exactly respond and somehow it made some sense given how quickly he had taken to the ‘breakfast’ he had been given, how he had thirstily drunk down two servings of the cum treats and how even the mere thought of something sexy or kinky had him ragingly hard.

The Doc was done teasing him though as he stepped back and opened up his medical bag. A pair of latex gloves were slid over his hands before he started taking out a few tools that Vas couldn’t quite see clearly in the cameras. After a few moments a gloved finger began applying cream around the young man’s exposed asshole, the finger pressing in a little every now and again before withdrawing. A slender rod in a plastic bag was pressed in a moment after and a muffled groan escaped Vas’ gagged mouth as it was deeply pushed in, though it was narrow enough not to cause him to have to strain.

As it neared the base the rod thickened a little bit into a small plug which the doctor pushed in, leaving a second knot on the outside. Moving back out of the way then the man gave Vas a view of his filled ass via one of the video feeds. Two tubes emerged from the end of the rod, each of them with what seemed to be a pinch valve that could be partially closed or entirely blocked off. In addition to that there were two other tubes, though each of these were attached at the end with a squeezable pump. The doc’s hand was seen then giving each a few squeezes.

As he watched Vasyl could see the outside bulb of the wand growing while feeling the inside one doing the same thing, eliciting another groan from the young man as it filled him up and sealed his ass so that should the inner plastic bag spring a leak none of the contents would escape anywhere but down the proper tube. The man stepped back and surveyed this before guiding one of the tubes between Vasyl’s legs and then starting to work there.

The bound slave’s cock was taken in hand and stroked a few times before the doctor started to guide a small tube up into the slit. For a moment Vas tried to thrash around, but the cage secured him and all his straining was just met with laughter. Inch by inch the tubing was slid down his urethra until he could feel the very base of it just behind his nut sack. Back at the head the man marked the place then pulled it out and snipped it off there. Next he reached for the tube that he’d guided through Vas’ legs previously. The boy’s worries that the man would shove that down his penis were laid to rest though as instead man began to tape it up underneath his shaft.

While the young man was trying to puzzle together what the purpose of this was all for the doc reached for a rolled up piece of black rubber with a Y connecter attached at the center and began humming merrily to himself. The cut off slender tube was once again slid down his urethra after being attached to the narrow side of the rubber Y connector which was then shoved into his cock, forcing that part to stretch out wider despite the slave’s pained cry, while the wider part of the Y was shoved into the hose under his penis. The man, maddeningly still humming, unrolled the rubber down Vas’ shaft until it was completely coated in black. He swatted and stroked the piece then while the bound slave realized he couldn’t feel anything but the pressure and let out a muffled whine.

The sound of a door opening was a sharp contrast to the quietness of the room that had only been filled with his own moans and the doctor’s humming. That, at least, stopped as he turned and then clapped his hands together. “Excellent excellent.” Two sounds immediately became noticeable to Vas. The first was the creaking wheel of a cart and behind that was the heavy footfalls of a hooved, four legged animal.

Vas’ eyes were locked onto the monitor as a cart filled with a large milk crate was rolled up next to him. The doctor started to hook up the one still unattached rubber tube coming out of his ass to that, but it was the other sight which had riveted the bound slave’s attention. A small calf was being led in by a halter. As he walked in he looked around and made a few sounds before being led over to Vas.

At this point the slave tried to cry out, but more of the cum spilled over his tongue and the heat in his belly was distracting. He tried to rattle the cage, again without success, and then froze as the doctor released the clamp on the tube and milk began to pour into him. Cold milk at that! Vas issued a muffled cry as the chilly liquid filled the bag in his ass and expanded out. Once full the milk’s speed was lowered to a trickle and the tube running out and up along the underside of his cock was opened up so that another trickle could proceed down it and under his shaft.

It was then that the doc grabbed the harness of the calf and sent the one who brought it in out of the room. The calf was given a taste of the milk before being guided under Vas’ stomach to the apparent ‘source’. With a sound that almost sounded pleased to the horrified slave the calf took his penis and began sucking on it, nursing out those drops of milk and precum both while the bound man groaned in response to the pressure.

The doctor stepped back and chuckled to himself as he watched for a few moments before he turned and walked out of the room. The lights seemed to dim a little bit and the brightest became the monitor on which Vas watched the calf as it nursed on his shaft. The sound of lips smacking and his groans the only sounds as he found himself starting to try and thrust into that hungry mouth.

The boy’s world narrowed to the feeling of the cool milk filling him and the crush of the sucking calf’s mouth and the taste of sweet and slightly salty semen on his tongue. It couldn’t have been long, Vas reasoned later, but it seemed as if it took forever before it all overwhelmed him. The first sign had been his balls tightening up against his body a moment and then relaxing again only to retighten a moment later. He began to think that he would end up with a case of blue balls from it, but before that could occur a sudden and a violent orgasm shook him and the suckling beast was awarded with more than just a few drops of milk.

This seemed to urge the hungry calf on and he began to suck at a fiercer pace while Vas realized that the rubber only protected so well and now he was glad of it. Still the sensations were too much and after he was forced into a second orgasm he started to black out here and there, only to awaken to the feeling of the hungry calf’s mouth bringing him off on additional orgasms and then to black out again as over the course of three and a half hours the milk carton and boy both were completely drained.

Men who were little more than mere shadows to the slave boy came in and pulled the calf off. His body was emptied and removed from the cage. The sheath was likewise removed, but Vas made a reach for it with a little whimper when they did. There was a snort, he remembered that later, and then the world went black.

When he awoke the next day Vas was back in his cage and a complete ache from head to toe. He groaned and rolled over before stretching and then looked down at his previously tortured cock only to blink. A new black sheath covered the surprisingly hard flesh. Reaching down he stroked along it and then tried to pull it off only to realize, rather quickly at that, that it had been glued to his penis like the mask to his head and face. Likewise he could feel that another tube had been slid down into him and he realized that it was held in by the piercing which stood out sharply against the otherwise solidly black cock. Despite his horror though a few drops of precum suddenly glistened at the tip. Seeing them Vas’ stomach rumbled and he rolled over to hands and knees to look at the door and wait for his breakfast to be brought.