The Mentor Ch 03 Erased

[Where were we? Chapter 2 ended with our young protagonist beaten and raped and left naked overnight locked in a tiny bathroom.]

The boy slept fitfully. Not from fear or anxiety; that had all but disappeared. The beating and anal assault had left him surprisingly calm and docile. He trusted Mr. Stirling even more than before. But the cold tile floor was uncomfortable. And he was hungry.

He could feel that his ass was still leaking cum, so he ate some of that - as much as he could - licking it off his fingers after trying to scoop it up in the dark. But that wasn't a meal, not even close. He did it because it was Mr. Stirling's cum, from Mr. Stirling's cock, and he needed Mr. Stirling's cock very badly. That cock was the only thing that had any reality for the boy.

He was thirsty. He had tried to drink from the sink during the night, but could not get his head to fit under the faucet and he became frustrated trying to drink from his hands. So he drank from the toilet.

The thought, as he lowered his face to the still, cold water, that this was where Mr. Stirling relieves himself, excited him. The scattered drops of urine on the rim along with a few stray pubic hairs provided a confirmatory further stimulus, and when he had drunk his fill, he licked the rim, savoring the acrid taste of his mentor's dried piss.

Then he masturbated and ate the results, licking his sticky fingers, before drifting off to dreamland again.

He was awakened by sounds from the office. He waited expectantly to see his mentor again. Apparently, Stirling was in no hurry. When he finally unlocked the bathroom door, it was to use the facilities.

Without so much as a greeting for the naked boy, he simply said, "Kneel," which the boy immediately obeyed.

"Open your mouth," he commanded while pulling out his cock.

He placed his cock in the boy's mouth and said, "Swallow all of it," and began to piss, a long hard stream of rancid morning piss.

The boy eagerly gulped it all down, with hardly a dribble escaping his stretched lips.

"Good," the older man said, tucking his cock away.

The urinal-boy glowed warmly at the word of praise, but whimpered and looked up at the man imploringly.

"There's more for you if you behave yourself. We have work to do first." He placed a leather collar around the boy's neck and attached a leash.

"Stand up," he ordered. He led the boy into his office.

There was now a metal folding chair in front of the desk. Stirling led the boy to the chair by the leash and said, "Sit." On the desk was a small stack of papers and a pen.

"When you've finished signing these, I will let you suck my cock, but first, you have a phone call to make."

He placed an index card on the desk in front of the boy and said, "Read this out loud."

The boy spoke the words as written, "This is Bodie. Something has happened. I can't tell you anything except this. I am entering the federal witness protection program, so you won't hear from me again. Please don't try to contact me, it could endanger you as well. I love you. Goodbye."

"Good." Stirling tapped the number on Bodie's phone marked "Mom."

When the phone was answered, he said "Now read it again, exactly as before." He un-muted the phone and handed it to the boy who did as instructed. Stirling took the phone and hung up.

"Good. Now the paperwork." He handed the pen to the boy. "Sign all these papers. Every place is marked, so you can get through them quickly. When you're finished, I will check them and then you will be allowed to suck my cock."

The papers consisted of letters to his employer and landlord, legal forms for power of attorney, and banking forms for closing accounts and transferring funds. They had all been prepared by Dr. Samenschlag's assistant, Marci, who is a paralegal and notary public, among other things.

She had already hacked into Bodie's personal computer and his phone to find the financial institutions he used. Within an hour, Bodie had resigned from his job, terminated his apartment lease, and transferred control of all his finances to John Stirling.

His car had already been hauled away and disposed of, and now that the phone call had been made, the phone would be destroyed too.

The boy, naked and collared, set to work eagerly, signing each page that had a "sign here" marker before flipping to the next one. He understood perfectly well that he was turning control of his life over to Mr. Stirling. He didn't need to read the print to get the gist of it.

He didn't care about the details. He trusted Stirling and only wanted to get on with it. And to go down on it - Mr. Stirling's compelling cock. In a few minutes, he was done. He put down the pen and looked up at John silently and expectantly.

John picked up the papers and quickly ascertained that they were complete.

"Good," he told the boy, "Kneel."

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his large flaccid member as Bodie got down on his knees before it in awed reverence.

"This is your reward for your obedience," John said as he pulled the boy's face into his groin and pressed his swelling cock against the drooling face of his slave.

Bodie opened his mouth and began to suck eagerly.

"You are my slave now, my property. You are no longer a person; you are simply a possession, mine to use or abuse in any way I see fit," Stirling announced after a few seconds, when his cock had grown to its full impressive length and girth.

These words resounded in Bodie's ears, and only increased his sense of blissful contentment as he ecstatically bobbed his head, forcing his master's erection deeply in and out of his throat as he thrilled at the thought of the pleasure he was providing to its owner with his servile worship.

Suddenly the older man withdrew his cock from the boy's oral fuck-hole.

"If you displease me in any way you will be punished harshly." With these words, John slapped the boy's face so hard that he fell over.

His head ringing and a stinging cheek beginning to glow red, Bodie scrambled back to his knees before the towering cock, tears in his eyes, but silent. All he could think of was to get that cock back into his throat.

"I will also punish you for no reason except my own pleasure," Stirling said. "I enjoyed giving you that slap." He stared down at the wet-eyed, naked boy. "Would you like another?"

Bodie understood the test instinctively and he wanted Mr. Stirling to have the pleasure, so he answered "Yes, sir," and braced himself for another slap, but it came from the other side, Stirling's left, and sent him sprawling in the opposite direction. John was fairly ambidextrous.

Both of Bodie's cheeks now bore the evidence of that. And he again scrambled to his knees.

"Good boy." The sound of those words as he pressed his lips into his master's pubic hair and felt the stretching of his gullet again made Bodie's erect cock begin to erupt, spurting cum onto the floor between his knees.

Slapping the boy had increased Stirling's arousal too. He now grabbed two handfuls of the boy's hair and held his face immobile so he could fuck it like a cunt.

He rammed his enormously engorged rod repeatedly and forcefully down the boy's helpless throat until he was through, cumming in massive waves of satisfaction, and pumping huge amounts of sperm into the slave's belly. Then he slapped the boy again, sending him sprawling.

When Bodie came to his senses, he saw Marci. She had his paperwork in hand and was looking it over. Had she been there the whole time? he wondered. He hoped she had seen him serve his master. The very thought was arousing.

He started to get up off the floor, but Marci said "Stay," holding her hand up like a dog command.

He sat back down in a kneeling position. She walked behind him and pulled his arms behind his back. He felt the cold metal of the cuffs on his wrists and heard them click.

She walked away and returned with a metal bowl which she placed on the floor in front of him.

"Eat your breakfast," she said.

The boy lowered his head, bending at the waist to reach the bowl. Its contents appeared to be some kind of cold cereal, soggy with watery milk. He was hungry; it tasted good to him. He couldn't avoid getting his face soiled and damp with the cold gruel as he slurped it up, and when he had licked the bowl clean there remained a coating of the stuff that had dried on his face uncomfortably.

"That's disgusting! Look at you!" Marci growled when she returned.

She wiped his face with a cold, wet cloth, handling it roughly. The boy flinched, whimpering, and she gave him a resounding slap before kicking him in the ribs so hard that he fell over on his side. Then she grabbed his ankle and, with surprising strength, yanked him around so that he was lying face down.

She unlocked the cuffs, picked up his leash and said, "Crawl."

That's when he saw the metal cage. Marci led him to it, opened its door, and then turned him around to face away from it so she could back him into it. Bodie complied docilly.

He liked being naked and being treated like an beast by her. It felt right; he was just a thing, not a person.

What he did not like, though, were the dimensions of the cage. He understood immediately why Marci had backed him into it; there wasn't any room to turn around. Bodie was now stuck in place on his hands and knees. With his rear end pressed against the back of the cage there was barely room to move his head a little.

Marci picked up a syringe and stepped behind the cage where she injected the sedative into the boy's ass.

She then put a cover over the cage, leaving the boy in darkness. "Ready for transport," he heard her say. Before he became drowsy he heard the heavy tread of footsteps and felt the cage being lifted and carried.

And then he was unconscious.