After Sam's brutal 'preparation' by his captors, in which he was denuded of his axillary and pubic hair, then given multiple tap water enemas to clean his 'pussy', he was left alone in a private room to wait for his Master. He was still recovering from the shocks that had coursed through his body courtesy of the weaponized collar and cuffs. The electricity startled him as he tried to gratify and relieve the tension in his stiff, erect cock. He didn't know it was against any rules to engage in masturbation. All Sam really wanted was for his cock to unburden itself and return to a soft, flaccid, relaxed condition. He was really uncomfortable from his constant aroused state. Apparently there were many rules of faggotry that Sam would need to learn, and the forbidden nature of self-gratification was paramount among them.
Sam was waiting nervously for Master Sergio. There was part of him that just wanted to get it over with. He knew whatever loomed was inevitable. He still couldn't believe how suddenly his life had changed. Less than 24 hours ago, he was a carefree college stud with unlimited future potential. He had a stellar GPA in biochem. He had a fitness modeling gig on the side which paid pretty damn well. There were plenty of hot babes hitting him up all the time. Now he was enslaved, emasculated, and told that he was forevermore a 'fuck slave bitch'. Was this really happening? Would he wake up from this vivid nightmare soon?
Part of him wondered if his handlers were lying to him about the security features of his collar and cuffs. Maybe he could just walk out the door and the shackles would do nothing. Even if all they did was only shock him, he knew that would be fully sufficient to stop him dead in his tracks. That previous painful experience had been horrific and unbearable. But if the ankle and wrist cuffs were also super-powered electromagnets, that would hog-tie him, he would certainly be completely incapacitated. Should he test it? Would he be stupid not to at least try? It might be his last chance at freedom.
His thoughts of escape were interrupted by the entrance of Master Sergio accompanied by two of His bodyguards. The Man definitely had a commanding presence. He towered over Sam. It was no exaggeration when the handlers had told him that Master Sergio was 6 ft 4in compared to Sam's 5 ft 10 in frame. Sam guessed the Man had at least a 75 lbs advantage over him as well.
Master Sergio was a striking Man in his upper 50s. He was the quintessential silver fox. He had light full-trimmed beard, full head of white hair, piercing eyes, and was muscular in all the right areas. It appeared true that he could handle himself among other men without any difficulty.
"Up on your feet, faggot!" one of the body guards shouted. "You will show Master Sergio respect at all times, puta." Sam had been relaxing with a semi-slouched posture and was not moving quickly enough to please this entourage, so the guard grabbed the chain attached to his collar and hoisted him upward roughly so he was standing erect on tiptoes. Sam nearly choked from the maneuver.
"Sorry, Sir," Sam uttered meekly. Even on his tiptoes, Sam's neck had to extend fully in order for his eyes to gaze up to meet his new Master, who was now towering over him, inspecting him quietly and studiously. Master Sergio had a strong, formidable presence. He did not speak. He encircled the boy, careful to absorb every detail of the slave that He had purchased just a day ago. It was though He was stalking His prey.
"Master, it's clear this slave doesn't know his way among Your greatness. Please let us take a few days, or a week, in order to train the faggot properly. Then he may be ready to serve You in the manner You rightly deserve, Sir," the bodyguard pleaded.
Master Sergio remained quiet. He was taking his time to observe and study Sam intently. His eyes bore over every inch of Sam's body. He was memorizing his face, scent, beauty, erect posture, abundant muscles, and even assessing his flaws. Sam's aroma drew the Master in. There was something about this slave that was intoxicating to Master Sergio. He could sense the slave's fear, which pleased the Master greatly. Sam was quivering slightly, feeling vulnerable, and terror yet again swept over him. His Master briefly took note of the slave's hard clit, which was inconspicuously concealed by his pink panty briefs. However, the Man did not make any mention of the slave's obvious arousal state.
"I know you mean well, Lucio. But do not contradict Me, especially in front of My slave. Do YOU understand Me?" the Master said at last. His accent was thick and domineering.
"Yes, Master. Forgive me. You only deserve the best, Sir," Lucio pleaded.
"You are dismissed," Master Sergio said to Lucio and the other guard. "Leave us alone," the Master commanded.
"Yes, Sir," Lucio said. The bodyguards left the Master and slave alone together for the first time. As the men departed, Master clutched the chained collar and fixed His gaze squarely on Sam. He had Sam firmly in His grasp at long last.
Sam was nervous to be left alone with Master Sergio. He knew this moment was coming, but he felt wholly unprepared for it. The Master continued His silent analysis. The reticence was unbearable for Sam. He was concerned that something was wrong. Was he not pleasing to his Master? Sam almost wanted to beg the Man to say something, anything.
Finally He began, "Now bitch, let's get a few things straight." He addressed Sam very simply. "You will not speak unless spoken to. I have total control over your entire being for now and all time. I know this will be difficult for you to become accustomed to. American faggots are so often insolent. But I will be patient and promise to squelch your spirit, to mold you into the pucho you are destined to be. I know it seems unreal to you, but you will come to crave Me, to want to please Me, to feel un-whole unless you are servicing Me and especially My cock," He sermonized.
Sam was quiet, gazing up at Master Sergio who continued to firmly hold and pull tightly on the chain that enslaved his neck. He wasn't certain if proper respect was to return his gaze or avert it. However, he knew now was not a time to ask questions about slave decorum.
"Let's not focus on all that now. First we must turn attention to what I like to refer to as your re-birth, your christening," Master continued. "This will be a special 'birthday' for you, faggot. A day when I will take your cherry. I will turn your asshole into a proper cunt. I cannot promise this won't be painful, especially after you see My cock." He leaned in toward Sam's neck and inhaled deeply. Sam suspected the Master was intoxicated by the pheromone lotion His staff had rubbed all over him during his 'preparation'.
The Man said all this while staring Sam down eye-to-eye, and holding firmly to his chain. It was like the chain was Sam's umbilical cord to his new Master. The Man would now be the provider of all his nutrients. "But I do promise you, pucho, that when I shoot My seed deep inside you, that you will forever belong to Me. Your cunting will be complete!" the Master proclaimed.
It was clear that with Master Sergio holding tightly to Sam's chain, He wanted to establish the dynamic. He was already staring down at His faggot. The leash was tight and constricting, tugged upward so that Sam was forced to extend his neck and behold his Master at all times.
Master shifted gears a bit, and He pulled on the chain leading and towing Sam to the nearby bed. "You picked out a nice pair of fetching pink panties, just what I like to see My fags wear. You please Me already," the Man praised. The Master sat on the edge of the bed and yanked hard on the chain guiding the slave down until Sam was kneeling in front of Him, between the Man's thick thighs. It seemed important to Master Sergio to have Sam beneath Him at all times. Even while kneeling, the chain was still tightly positioned upward so that Sam was still staring upward at his Master. "Have you ever tasted cock, bitch?"
