Here is just a brief recap of where I stand to this point for those of you who haven't read the first 3 parts of this story so far. Shame on you. Just kidding.
Now let me tell you a bit about me. I am just over six feet tall, about 250 pounds of solid muscle and very well endowed. My hair is about an inch away from my shoulders and a dark chestnut color.
I have been used, abused, raped, fucked, sucked and basically turned inside out by the people who have made me pay back my gambling debt by turning me into a male whore. However, this is just the training and I am still incurring debts for the costs of my teachers while doing so. I have yet to start working and earning money for them to pay back my debt.
One day, after many months there and developing somewhat of a following, an unusual thing happened. A clinical psychologist and her partner, who develops drugs for such use, came into the brothel. They had heard stories of me from some of their patients and wondered if they could use me for some studies that they were conducting on the effects of a particular medication for sexual dysfunction.
Now, what is most unusual about this is not the fact that they came in asking for me—I was used to that—but that they were asking to get my services for a longer period then normal. They actually wanted me on a "rent-to-own" basis as they jokingly put it. They were looking to start with a rental period of two years.
I was, of course, advised of this after the deal had been done.
Now my debt was several hundred thousand dollars so I know that that is how much minimum they would have had to pay to get me out of debt. Somehow I doubt they paid just the balance on my debt though for me. They probably paid considerably more—after all this is America—I am sure they wanted some return on their investment in me as well.
The two women who bought me were testing a new drug for female sexual dysfunction. The catch was that the drug was given to the male of the couple. The drug was supposed to have the effect of making the male more irresistible to women, thereby increasing their libidos and overcoming their frigidity.
The reason the women were testing it out on me is that 1) I am an unattached male (I was to be part of one group that gets the drug, but is not attached to any of the females in the study) 2) To see if the drug has any adverse side effects on the user and 3) To help increase the women's libidos naturally if the drug fails to do its job.
All of this sounded like so much bullshit to the Madam who sold me to them. She figured it was just the straight up sale of a slut to a couple of female whoremongers. How little did she actually know? The fact is the drug really worked!
Can you imagine a drug that makes men irresistible to women? A working one no less? Well this one did indeed work, although not in the way its designers had truly planned.
This drug was supposed to make men irresistible to women while at the same time removing the natural dominance of the men who wear it. In that respect the drug was a partial failure. It turns out that, after extensive testing, it does indeed make men irresistible, but it also heightens their own natural tendencies. So, if a man is naturally dominant by nature he becomes even more dominating; if he is naturally submissive he becomes even more submissive.
Of course there is the 3rd group that they never considered, a group I am part of, those whose natural tendencies are switchable—in other words, those who are not just dominant or submissive, but are actually both and can switch between them.
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on your point of view, I was in a very dominant mood the day that they decided to test it upon me. Thankfully the drug they uses was in aerosol form or I would have really been in trouble. I don't mind pills but I am petrified of needles—it is something that goes back to my childhood and that I have never gotten over.
At the point it started to take effect I was loose. I was doing their housework for them and servicing their pussies from time to time as their needs arose—not to mention my cock since they had previously removed my clothes and told me I was never to put any on but what they gave me--and I was never given any.
Now just because I was being treated submissively does not mean my mind was not in a dominant mood. The ladies learned this at their own peril. Well like I said before the effects were determined after extensive testing, though I did not say who did the actual testing—that would be yours truly.
The women were gorgeous creatures—yes women are creatures to me now—playthings to be used and discarded when no longer needed or desired. One of the women looked like the photo of the authoress known as Jan on EroticStories.com. In point of fact, they could have been twins. Both had a body to die for with long chestnut hair, a rounded breast that showed both an impertinent side as well as a playful one, legs that hinted at the sensuality of the owner and eyes that made you want to lose yourself in them.
The second woman was bit more normal, if normal can be used without sounding improper. In olden days they might have referred to her as a plain Jane, though that would have been a bad assessment. While other women's looks are immediately apparent hers was not. Yes, she did indeed look plain at first glance, but the fact was as plain as she appeared her manners were equally the opposite of her appearance. She was as sensual, sexual and wonderfully deviant as any woman could possibly be.
I suppose both women really fit that last description pretty well. I mean, after all, they did deign to go out and spend their money on the purchase of another human being. A slut. A slave. Too bad for both of them they are about to learn the error of their ways.
The first thing I had wanted these wonderful ladies do was create more of this wonderful potion of theirs. I never wanted to run out of it. That is when I learned I need not worry about such things. They had actually created it to bond at a level well below any other level known to man. In essence, this could never be undone, it was as much a part of me as my arm though unlike my arm it could not be removed.
Now, being the person that I am I made sure that the formula was duplicated, aerosol cans were filled with it and that it was put away for future generations of males in my family. No use not being able to pass on such a gift to the future.
It was amazing the things that I could order these women to do and they would do it without question or hesitation. I delighted in finding new and more perverse ways to use them daily.
One day I even decided to attend with them a meeting of the local chapter of FemDom lifestylers. Now, this was a way to really have fun. Although the one woman who looked like Jan was not to be used in here for I wanted her for more sensual purposes alone to myself the other the was available for my purposes here.
When one of the FemDoms conducting the meeting can toward me with a whip in her hand I watched her carefully. She did not know how much trouble she was in yet, though she was to find out rather quickly.