Chapter 1

If asked, I would have had a hard time explaining why I did it. After college, I had endured a series of mindbogglingly boring jobs. Finally when I was 27, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed a change. After 2 years at a mid-sized start up, I had felt I had found my place. With several promotions and a lot of recognition from the owner, I finally felt good about my future. However, out of nowhere the company was sold and I was deemed a redundancy and sent packing. As I scrolled through the wanted ads on my computer, I realized I couldn't bring himself to start over again.

This is when the computer surfing started. To say I loved women was a vast understatement. I was infatuated with most every woman I met. As an only child raised by a father, I had grown up with almost no female influence at all. Women were mysterious and a bit intimidating.

I had grown up skinny and had been teased quite a bit about it, but when I hit my 20s and began to lift weights and things changed a bit. I became an obsessed body builder, but after 7 years of hard core working out I had only succeeded in giving himself washboard abs and a very cut and defined, but not big body and I still looked skinny in my clothes. I had done the work to attract women but they could only really see my hard work when I was out of my clothes. When it came time to go out for the evening I would look in the mirror frustrated at still looking thin.

I also was obsessed with my penis size. Fully erect I was 6.75 inches in length measuring from the base of my penis...not under the balls but from the top. I was legitimately above average. Everything I read said that almost all men were between 5.75 and 6.25 inches long when they were erect but the size varied widely when they were flaccid. It was the flaccid I worried about. I was a "grower not a shower" as the saying went. my flaccid penis size was alarmingly small. I had felt very inferior in gym class as a youth...especially when I didn't realize the science of it all. Even now, I did everything I could not to be seen naked if I wasn't erect. After sex, I would put on my underwear immediately. Despite being very good looking I was shy and awkward around women and sex was a twice a year occasion.

About a year prior I had begun reading sex stories on the internet. it was sporadic at first but then it became an obsession. I had read a story about a man who had been captured and enslaved by a woman. I couldn't believe how turned on it made me. It was a completely new level of arousal. I literally went into a different level of consciousness when I dreamed of becoming a slave to a woman. It was utterly humiliating and explosively arousing at the same time.

The stories evolved into chat rooms on the very day I had been downsized. I stayed up all night chatting with people who I hoped were women. From that moment, until I experienced the most fateful day of my life, I barely left my apartment. As days turned into weeks, I knew that my meager savings were dwindling and I didn't have much time until I would be penniless, but I couldn't bring himself to look for another job. Borrowing from my father was out. He was in assisted living and every dime my dad had would barely be enough to pay the huge expenses his retirement home demanded.

Yet, in spite of my impending doom, I did nothing but read stories on the internet and hang out in chat rooms. About a week before my rent was due...a payment I longer could pay, I talked to one of the regulars in the chat room. She had been very friendly to me and I had chatted with her a couple of times a week for the last month.

"I want to send you a link." she typed. "but I need your IP address for it to work."

Without a thought, I sent it. my obsession with dominant women was all I cared about anymore. She sent me a strange web address and when I clicked on it, two boxes appeared on the screen.

"In the first box type 123Uyteghggf1147" she typed. "In the second box type "88ty%%38)44578ppoit8"

A new chat room opened up and almost immediately she was there typing. "You made it!"

"What is this?" I responded.

"You are on the dark web! What I want to ask you can't be written on the public web. You are now in a very secret website for slave owners and slaves."

"Oh wow!" I responded. Not only did I feel intense arousal but a excited fear that was becoming addictive. Even the words "dark web" sent a shiver of fear through him.

"Have you ever considered becoming a real slave?"

It was a life altering question. Up to this point I had dreams about serving a dominant woman and becoming her slave but in my mind it had been voluntary. Sure, I had thoughts of more intense and non-consensual scenarios but that was only fantasy. After all, it was 2017 and slavery was reserved only for poor women from eastern Europe or teenagers living on the street in the western world.

"What do you mean by real?" I asked.

"What if I told you there was an island owned by a group of masters and mistresses where slavery was legal?"

"Wow!" I typed. I felt a shiver of fear but my cock was ramrod straight erect.

"I'm a recruiter for the island and boys like you are exactly what we are looking for."

The complement sent me over the edge and I actually came without even touching himself. The intensity made me dizzy. Nothing had ever had so much power over me.

"Would I be a slave forever?"

"Maybe...but probably not. The average slave serves for two years. After that, masters or mistresses generally release them and they may return home or volunteer to be sold at auction once again."

She went on to tell me that if I was interested I would need to submit an online application and then submit to a visual examination on their websites video chat. If I was accepted, I would need to give them all of the passwords to my social media accounts and mail them the keys to my apartment. I would be given an address to a shipyard in Los Angeles and placed aboard a boat. When I arrived I would sign a power of attorney for whomever purchased me at auction.

I asked a lot of questions and received answers that made me feel more relaxed. Straight men could only be purchased by straight or bi-sexual women. It would be horrific to submit to slavery and then get purchased by a man.

I asked more questions about the length of servitude and she answered honestly. "It could be the rest of your life or it could be 6 months. Honestly, I don't know. The masters and mistresses vary wildly. I can tell you with sincerity what I told you before...2 years is the average length of servitude. But isn't that part of the thrill, sweetie...the unknown...the fact that it will be 100% real and your release is out of your hands. You will have no control whatsoever. It's a great adventure and in 2 years or maybe even less you will be back in the real world...if you want to go back. You will probably spend 2 years with a hardon, lol."

She finished by telling me how to contact her with my decision and suggested I ask about Freedom Island on the chat rooms and see what others said.

So I did. There was at least 10 people who gave great reviews. They had the experience of a lifetime. It was extremely intense and real, but not for the faint of heart or not totally committed. The average person would go through hell there, but someone who was inclined toward it would be pleased and quite fulfilled.

For the next week Freedom Island consumed me. I thought constantly about it. How could I do it...voluntarily give my life up as a slave. If I knew it was for life, then I wouldn't have even considered it, but the fact that it was likely a 2 year adventure full of sexual satisfaction with a dominant woman made it almost irresistible. When I received a notice under the door that my rent was late, I contacted the woman. She told me to be at my computer at 11:00 PM and ready to follow commands.

The rest of the day was nerve-wracking! I paced around my apartment too nervous to sit down or eat. Not knowing what to wear I put on a nice shirt and slacks at about 10:30 and tried to relax. my heart was beating so hard I worried about a heart attack. At 10:50 I went into the dark web and found the address she had given him. At 10:59, I typed the user and password and waited. At precisely 11:00 the green light on my monitor lit up indicating I was on camera. I looked down nervously not sure whether to look at the camera directly.

"You are a cute looking boy" said a strong and confident woman's voice.

I was startled but managed to say, "Thank you, Ma'am."

"You are little, but cute."

I knew my face was probably totally red. I hated being called little.

"Stand up, step back several steps and take off your clothes so I can see your little body."

I cringed at the second comment about being little. I wasn't short, but thin. I thanked God that I was taking off my clothes so she could see my cut body and double thanked God that my cock was rigid and long with arousal.

I followed her orders and stripped down to my boxer briefs. I was proud of my tan, cut body and knew the tan made my 8-pack pop out impressively. my cock was straining to get out of the briefs and was poking it's head out of the top.

"I said all of your clothes." she said curtly. I took my briefs off and my full 6.75 inches was free and exposed. "I see you work out. That's excellent." she said with a hint of lust in her voice.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good. Turn around slowly."

I spun for her which caused me even more embarrassment. It was degrading but so arousing.

"Very nice. You have a cute, little, round butt. Very spankable."

"Thank you, Ma'am." I said softly. Her complement, though, caused me to go over the edge and before I knew it the deep powerful heat was expanding inside me and causing my cock to strain to an even harder state. I was going to cum and there was nothing I could do about it. Helplessly I stood in front of her and came. I tried to hold back my breathing and the rocking of my hips but there was a little of that in spite of himself.

"Did I give you permission to cum?" She said condescendingly.

"No, Ma'am, I'm sorry." I looked down feeling pathetic.

She asked me at least 30 questions about my life, my finances, my family, my skills and many other questions that I could hope to remember. All I could think about was my shrinking cock and her seeing how small it looked when flaccid. By the time, she was done asking her questions it was tiny. From my position, standing with my head bowed it looked smaller than it usually did. I was mortified and could barely concentrate on what she was saying.

When she was done questioning me a document appeared on the screen. "Take your time and read this and make sure there are no errors. Some of the answers you may not change because they are my observations but there are some you may amend. When you are finished, hit approve on the last page. We will get back to you whether you have been accepted or declined within 48 hours."

I said thank you but I was pretty sure that she was gone. The form on the screen started with personal characteristics. What caught my eye almost immediately was the line "Penis Size". It said "below average". The words jolted me. I wasn't below average! She must be basing it on the flaccid state. I tried to change the line but it was locked. The rest of the stats were fairly flattering. Under body type it said "lean, fit, defined." By facial characteristics it said "all american, cute, good looking." Under butt it said "round, firm, smooth, excellent shape with no visible hair." At the bottom in notes it said, "Potential slave had excellent sexual response to degradation and humiliation."

There were many answers I could add to but not change her notes. Finally, after about an hour, I hit submit.

The next 48 hours were both exciting and terrifying. I was mortified that my penis size was listed at below average. I actually hoped a video had been taken of me so the other women could see that I was actually above average in the penis size area.

When my computer began to beep at 10:42 PM 2 days later I nearly jumped two feet in the air. There was a link on my screen that said click here to learn if you have been approved. The link took me to a page in the dark web. It just said "Slave has been approved for sale." Then, below there was a green box that said "accept" and a red box that said "decline". In small type it said "warning: a decline will mean that the slave will never be considered again for ownership." At the top of the page was a countdown timer that had started at 2:00.

"Fuck." I said to himself. I hadn't expected to make a decision that minute. Finally, with 30 seconds left I hit "accept". Fuck it I thought. I can always back out.

A new screen appeared that said enter social media account user and passwords. There was a blank for all of the different social media websites you could imagine. At the bottom it said "warning: failure to provide access to all accounts will invalidate your acceptance." The countdown timer started at 2:00 again.

I entered the information, but waited until the last second to hit submit. I felt like I was heading quickly toward a point of no return.

The next screen asked for all of my email accounts with a 2:00 timer. I followed the orders quickly.

A new screen popped up that asked for all of my banking and investment account information. I wondered for a moment if this whole thing was an elaborate hoax to steal my money. I would have the last laugh if it was because was down to 200 in my accounts. This time the countdown timer started at 5:00.

I quickly found the documents and punched the information. It didn't take long because there was just a checking account and a small retirement account set up for my last job. I hit submit feeling like the point of no return had been reached.

"Stay at the screen." appeared on my computer and I followed the command.

A boarding pass appeared on the screen five minutes later. "Print this boarding pass. Your flight leaves in exactly 2 hours." Feeling an intense excitement that almost made me pass out, I printed the pass. A new message appeared. "Mail your apartment keys to this address before your flight. This is mandatory." It was a PO Box.

He sat in front of the computer for about 5 minutes doing nothing. This was happening so quick. I had only a few weeks left in the apartment before they evicted me and I had just given control of my last $200 to the people on the slave island. I didn't even know how I would pay to get the airport. my phone chimed at exactly that second and it was a text saying my Uber driver had arrived and that my bill was paid.

I decided to take the dive and packed as quickly as possible. I took everything of value I could find that would fit in a duffel bag and a few changes of clothes and ran out the door. The Uber driver was irritated but still there. I arrived in plenty of time for my red eye flight and realized I was quite hungry. I was able to scrounge my last $4 in change and a few crumbled $1 bills. I bought two power bars hoping to somehow survive until I arrived.

Luckily they served drinks and snacks on the plane and I focused on nutritious drinks and asked the flight attendants for extra snacks. I had difficulty sleeping on the flight...I was just too nervous and excited for this adventure. The leap into the unknown was terrifying yet the thought in my head kept my cock extremely hard the whole flight.

Coming off the flight, I had no idea where to go, but on cue a text came that directed me to a car that was waiting. I opened the door and sat down. It looked like a police car once inside. The driver was separated from me by Plexiglas and the doors were locked on the inside. The driver didn't turn around to say anything, I just pulled into traffic. It was more than a little spooky, but I just tried to steady my nerves and breath.

The car took us deep into what looked like a port and pulled up to a building with no sign or markings on it. The driver let me out. He was a very large, gruff looking man. He grunted as he opened the door to the building for me then promptly left.

The room was sparse and in the middle sat a 50ish woman who smiled without brightness in her eyes, "Welcome Mr. Davis. I've been expecting you. Place your bag on the table." She looked through the bag and then tossed it into a large box on the other side of the room. my laptop, tablet, watch and extra clothes were now gone. "And your phone. You won't be needing that anymore." She placed the phone in the box as well.

"Take off all of your clothes and place them on the table." she said curtly. I hadn't expected to strip yet so I hesitated. "Now, please. We are on a time schedule." I followed her orders and stood naked with my 6 3/4 inch cock fully erect.

She searched my clothes thoroughly and took my wallet. "You will get this back if you are released." The "if" scared me but I was in way too deep. She threw my clothes in a hamper in the corner.

She walked behind me as she pulled a latex glove over her hand. "Bend over." she commanded. I was shaking like a leaf and wondering if I hadn't made the worst mistake of my life. Yet, my cock strained...as hard as it had ever been. I bent at the waist and grabbed my ankles and for the first time in my life I was given a body cavity search. It was utterly degrading but arousing at the same time and I was terrified that I might cum on the spot.

When finished, she walked back behind the desk and put some clothes on the table. "These are your traveling clothes." she said simply. "Put them on."

The clothes were black and spandex. The shorts were small hot pants that looked like something a woman might wear and the shirt was super small as well. While I was happy to get some clothes on, it was embarrassing. The shorts molded around my ass barely covering it and were super tight on my hard cock and made my erection extremely obvious. I was able to get the shirt on but just barely. It clung to me like a second skin. There were no shoes, socks or underwear.

With another soulless smile she sent me on my way. I felt my erection and prayed for it to cease, but it stayed rock hard as I opend the door. The big, gruff man was waiting at the door on the other side of the building. "Follow me." He said with a gravelly deep voice. I followed him barefoot wincing a few times when my feet touched a crack or rock. my hands covered my erection, but the man seemed to care less about me.

They went around a corner to a huge cargo freighter with a metal bridge leading to a door on the side of the boat. We walked down three flights of stairs in the dank bowels of the ship. Down a long hall we finally came to a small door. Without fanfare he opened it and said simply. "This is your room."

I ducked my head and walked into a tiny room almost tripping on a cot only a few feet from the door which I heard it shut with a bang behind me. The door had no knob on the inside and it was tightly sealed. I was officially a prisoner. There was no turning back now.

It didn't take long to examine the room. The little cot took up most of it. I estimated the room was only 4 by 8 feet and only 6 1/2 feet tall. Near the foot of the cot there was a tiny alcove that was my bathroom. It was not much more than a hole. Thankfully a role of toilet paper was near by. Near the bathroom there was a tiny sink with running water and a basket containing apples, bananas, nuts and bread. I breathed a sigh of relief because my store of airplane snacks was back in my bag...I wouldn't starve.

The room was cold and I spent most of the trip huddled on the cot in the coarse blanket they had provided me. I had no way to determine the time. There was no window and no entertainment. I could tell when the boat was moving but other than that there was no indication of anything. They tight spandex became uncomfortable quickly, so I took it off, but sooon I realized that even the meager clothing provided me some warmth and the cabin was too damn cold.

It was a shock when the cabin door opened. I estimated that the trip took around a week, but being in the little metal box of a room for that long was excruciating. I was happy to finally leave the room, but my heart skipped a beat and I felt so nervous I didn't know if I could stand up. I was actually at the slave island.

The week had been spent with a lot of masturbation. Despite my misgivings, the idea of being enslaved was incredibly intense. The anticipation had put my imagination into overdrive. I wondered what the woman would be like who purchased me. I wondered if she would tie me down and have her way with me or loan me to other women to fuck. my thoughts went to what she would look like and how she would punish me and reward me. I hoped the women would like my cock and wouldn't think it was too small. I also prayed that I wouldn't cum at the wrong time and be small and flaccid when the auction happened. That would be a nightmare.

I knew I had no stamina when it came down to it...I was just too aroused, but I also knew I could get it up again and again. My owner would be very satisfied.

A man had opened the door and ordered me to step forward. I stepped into the hall and immediately noticed that he was holding a chain and attached to the chain were 5 men in a line with their arms behind their backs. The chain was broken up by metal collars. Two feet of chain, then a collar with the chain attached to a metal ring on the back of the collar and then another chain attached to a metal ring on the front of the collar.

"Take your clothes off and leave them in the room." I saw that the other men were very large...much larger and more muscular than me. The man right behind me had a very large cock too. At that moment it was easy to feel terrified. Everything was becoming real and I suddenly felt very inadequate...like i always did at the gym.

I followed his orders quickly. He was as big as the men in line and had an intense look on his face. Naked, I felt even more inadequate, but I didn't have much time to contemplate it because he immediately snapped the next collar on the chain around my neck. It was cold and talls. It covered my whole neck and made me keep my head up. He did something to adjust it and it became very tight and uncomfortable. He grabbed my wrists roughly, pulled them to the small of my back and snapped a heavy pair of handcuffs on them. The cold metal was tight on my wrists and dug into my skin a bit.

Immediately he pulled on the chain and we were forced to walk forward as a group. The terror was extremely intense now. I truly felt like a slave. I was completely helpless and on display for whomever wanted to look at me. He stopped us at the next door and opened it up. Another very large man walked out. He stripped naked revealing a large cock and an amazingly muscular body. He must have been 6'-5" 275. He was locked into place like the rest of us and I was left staring at his back. Eventually there was 10 of us and he walked us out of the boat into the bright sunlight. Wherever we were was tropical and very hot.

Of the ten men I was the smallest, but I was a little relieved when the last guy out of his cabin was only a little bit bigger than me and had a regular cock. We walked through a big open door into a large hangar of a room. There were two extremely good looking women standing with clipboards waiting for us. "Ah... a fresh batch of boys for us." one of them said smirking. "A couple of runts." said the other one and grabbed my ass, but they are cute little boys. My cock grew hard almost instantly and she laughed. "Your chart says below average, but that's an understatement." she had a mocking tone to her voice. "It's a cute little thing just like you, sweetie."

I felt utterly humiliated and emasculated and she could see me flustered. "What? No one has told you that you are small?" she began to caress my cock lightly and I knew I was in trouble. I felt the deep, hot heat rising from my balls and within 20 seconds I was cumming on the ground in front of me. She giggled and whispered in my ear. "If you were my slave I would be giving your cute little butt a spanking over my lap right now for cumming without permission." Her voice was as hot as her body...her tits were large and filled out her blouse nicely and her ass looked like an aerobic instructor's. I was humiliated but I also wanted her to buy me...it would be a dream come true to be owned by someone that hot. I wasn't sure if I would like being a slave but I would be constantly hard.

We were told in a very serious tone that we were only to talk if spoken to and then taken to another room with open stalls that looked like showers but each one had a beautiful slave girl with a hose and a spray attachment. One by one we were taken to a stall and thoroughly cleaned, then we were treated with a solution that permanently killed every hair follicle on out bodies below our eyebrows. I wasn't big on body hair anyway but the permanence of it was disconcerting. Once our body hair was gone we were given enemas, then cleaned again, dried and a new leather collar was placed on our necks and we were attached with a leash to the wall on the other side of the room as they were finished with us. The slave girls said nothing and the room was eerily silent except for the two women who were in charge. They barked orders and made sure everything was done correctly.

It was a new experience to have no control of what someone did to me. The slave girls had grabbed everything and I was unable to even protest...I just had to take it. As I was thinking about it the hot girl came over to me again. "How's my little boy doing. You look even better with no body hair. That ass of yours is just adorable." She said swatting it firmly.

I was rock hard. It had literally been 10 minutes since she made me cum but I was full mast. "Oh your little thing is hard again." she said with mock concern and immediately began to stroke it. Once again I found myself cumming on the floor. It only took about 30 strokes of her soft hands.

She whispered in my ear. "I would like to buy you but I have a shopping problem and I'm fully staffed right now. It's a pity too because there are a lot of women here who do strange things to little ones like you. I may never have another shot."

She walked away swaying her rock hard ass and I contemplated what she said. What did she mean weird things? I felt very helpless and afraid now. My emotions were putting me on a roller coaster ride and to top it all off my cock was shriveling up. I had cum twice in 12 minutes and my biggest fear was happening. i looked down at it and it looked really small. Almost like it was getting sucked back into my body. If I had the use of my hands I could have pulled on it and it wouldn't have looked nearly as bad, but with my hands cuffed behind my back and the leash making me stand I could do nothing about it. I turned toward to the wall to try to rub it against the wall to try to straighten it out but as soon as I turned, they began to ready us to leave.

Once again we were placed in a line with chains attached to the front and back of our collars. The two women herded us out of the building and on to the city street. It was a humiliating way to be transported. Buck naked and chained in a line with our hands cuffed behind our backs. The unknown was terrifying me. What was the woman talking about with the strange things done to men and that she might not get another chance.

The slave auction site was right across the street from the "entry facility" but they felt the need to lock us up for the short trip anyway. Some women who looked like owners stopped to watch us with smiles as we were paraded by unable to cover ourselves. My cock was becoming a huge embarrassment and worry for me. It remained small and shriveled as I recovered from the two orgasms. The street was hard packed dirt but other than that it looked like a relatively normal town except that there were no cars...just about half way across the street we were stopped and a carriage went past us - to my shock two huge muscular men pulled the carriage. They had their arms bound behind their backs and horse bits in their mouth. The driver of the carriage held their reigns in one hand and a whip in the other. I was shocked and I could tell some of the men were too.

We were brought up onto a large flat stage. There was already 3 rows of 8 women per row already on the stage and 3 half empty rows of men. The slaves were standing. A metal rod came down from the ceiling and stopped at the back of the head of each slave where a simple bolt snap (like ones that attached a dog leash to a collar) was attached to the ring on the back of their collars. Anyone with use of their hands could unclasp it in one second, but with our wrists cuffed we had no chance. All of the slaves were all attached with a chain to the floor too. They were all on display and helpless to do anything about it.

This what I had always fantasized about but in reality I was more scared and embarrassed than anything. I had never expected to be considered a small man. I was actually above average in stature, but here I was little. The men were mostly huge and muscular. Plus, there was something not quite right. I had assumed that everyone here was a volunteer but I noticed immediately that many of the women were sobbing. The men too seemed to be humiliated and panicked. Maybe they just had misgivings like I was having. I hadn't experienced any of this before. It was an incredible leap for this to be my first experience.

I was unlocked first and placed in the front row of the men which I noticed right away was all the "smaller" men...the men who weren't absurdly muscled. I felt the clip being attached to the ring on the back of my collar, then I felt the the cold metal of the leg shackles and then I felt the middle of the chain clasped to a ring on the floor with a similar bolt snap. It might as well have been locked with a deadbolt because I had no way to slide it open. The leg shackle chain was very short...maybe 18 inches and when it was attached to the floor it brought my feet even closer together. The metal felt tighter than needed around my ankles adding further to my discomfort.

There is no way to describe the feeling I felt at that moment to someone who hasn't experienced it. I was locked into place and I naturally tested my bonds. There was hardly any ability to move at all. I couldn't even look down to see the leg shackles or my flaccid cock which felt like it had become a little nub...completely spent from the 2 orgasms. My worst nightmare was coming true.

Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a commotion. One of the bigger men had tried to run when he was released from the chain of men. Almost immediately he had been hit with what looked like a cattle prod. He fell to the floor and writhed around in agony.

"You poor little moron said he woman who had given me the hand jobs. There is always one disobedient slave who acts out. We hope for it actually so we can show all of the new slaves what happens when a slave is disobedient. She grabbed him by his ear and made him stand up. Holding his ear firmly she led him up to the front of the room. He looked ridiculous bent over and stumbling along with her hand on his ear. At the front of the platform was a small stage and he was brought to the top.

"You are all slaves now. Soon you will have an owner. You no longer have any control of your own life...a piece of property to be used and abused however your owner sees fit. Your very life is in the hands of your new owner. This boy tried to run, so he won't be sold at auction today. He is now the property of the city. He will be placed into pony bondage and used as a cart horse for the city maintenance crews. Three large men appeared and began to outfit the frantic man.

"He will no longer have the use of his arms because horses don't have arms" His arms were pulled way back and locked into sleeves that made him look armless.

"He will no longer speak because horses don't speak." A black hood was placed over his head and then a bridle was placed around it, a bit was placed in his mouth and reigns attached. "He doesn't need to see and it will help him get trained quicker. He will only need to trust in the guidance of whomever he is assigned to work for that day. Maybe some day the hood will be removed but not until he has been fully trained and has proven himself and certainly not while he is working. Some never get it removed."

"He no longer has any need for his cock, so it will be locked away permanently. It helps horses concentrate on work rather than other needs." We watched in horror as his cock was locked in a cruel looking metal device.

"He will work 16 hours a day 7 days a week pulling carts. Once a slave has been placed in the custody of the city as a work animal, he or she is never released. The position is permanent. This means he will never use his arms again, he will never speak again and he will never use his cock again for anything except for urination." He was taken away and whipped as he struggled in panic trying desperately to stop what was happening to him."

"Would anyone else like to join him?"

The room was completely silent except for some crying. My bondage felt even tighter. What the hell had I gotten myself into? As the rest of the men were put into place I tried not to start crying. The situation was surreal. The lines of naked slaves all locked up exactly the same. However, when the buyers walked in it hit a new level. They came in all ages and sizes. Men and women who were slave owners on this island. I had been promised that the rules stated that heterosexual men couldn't be purchased by men, but now I realized that all bets were probably off. I was completely aware that I had been conned and brought here under false pretenses. I was going to have to disregard everything they told me.

The first owner who walked up to me, was in fact, a man. A middle aged man who had an arrogant look. He was not good looking by anyone's estimation. I cringed as he touched my cock. "So small." he said. I tried not to be sick as he started to examine my ass. His finger rubbing on my hole. "A virgin, though. Have you ever sucked a cock?"

"No." I said talking for the first time since I arrived.

He walked in front of me and slapped my cock. "No, Sir." he instructed.

It hurt like hell and I winced as I responded quickly. "No, Sir."

"That's better. If you were my boy, you would get whipped for that."

Thankfully he moved on. The next owner who came up to me was a chubby, young woman. Not bad looking but a little overweight. When I realized what she held in her hand I was shocked to the core. She held dog leashes which led down to two men on all fours. They looked like they had dog legs except the tops of the legs were too big. Their arms and legs had been bent and secured against each other and their elbows and knees rested on the bottom half of a very realistic looking dog leg and paw. Their legs and arms and lower prosthetic dog legs were seamless like they were in fact dog legs. There was no way to tell that human arms and legs were in fact inside other than the much larger than usual upper half of the dog legs and the fact that their hips were larger than usual to hide the feet that were contained inside.

They both had tails that looked like they had been surgically fused to their tale bones. Their faces had some sort of mask that gave them snouts and floppy dog ears. The mask was part of a hood that looked very tight and ended at the bottom of their necks but at each side had leather straps attached that were somehow attached to their shoulders where the dog legs started. The masks might as well have been surgically fused too because there was no way they were coming off without considerable help.

The rest of their bodies were completely naked...their penis and balls hanging down and their asses completely in view. Their tales popped up and out like a real dog's and didn't cover their asses hardly at all.

The eyes of both men looked sad and scared.

"Well look at you!" she exclaimed. "Aren't you a handsome boy." I was horrified that she was talking to me. I had no desire to be a freak dog to this crazy bitch.

She looked down at my cock. "What a cute, little penis! I'm sure you were teased horribly for it, but I think it's adorable." She smiled sweetly at me and rubbed her hand through my hair and scratched behind my ears. "You know what I think?" she said softly. "I think you would make an adorable puppy. Your cute little penis hanging down and bouncing while we went for walks." She let that sink in and I fought back the irrepressible shaking that had begun to wrack my body. It was pure fear.

"Are you scared, sweetie?" she continued. "Don't worry, I'm very loving. I take my puppies for walks all the time. I know how social dogs are. I'm sure all the other women in my neighborhood will think your cute little butt and penis are adorable too." She giggled. "I'm just dog sitting, but I'm saving up to get a puppy of my own. These good boys are my mom's and she told me to buy another puppy to train and sell. Maybe that will be you and I can train you then buy you from my mother? Would you like that, sweetie?"

I hoped her question was rhetorical because I had no idea how to answer. It sounded like a living hell and degrading beyond words, but I didn't want to upset her. Thankfully, she didn't wait for an answer.

"Some boys and girls are harder to train than others, they have a hard time adjusting to their new life. Take Rex here. He was a little stinker at first but with a lot of patience he learned. Sit Rex." she commanded.

The man sat immediately like dog with his front paws still up and his butt on the ground.

"Good boy!" she said with that condescending over the top voice people use with dogs and patted him on the head. She had him shake and then awkwardly roll over. I could only see his eyes, but I could see his humiliation in them.

"Submit!" she commanded and he immediately rolled onto his back with his paws in the air and his back legs wide open. "Good boy, Rex." she said happily and rubbed his belly.

"Do you want to be my good boy?" she asked and rubbed my belly. "Yes, I think I'm going to bid on you. Your little penis is just so cute and it would be so much fun to see your little round butt prancing around in training."

In my head I screamed no but I said nothing. A tear came down my cheek and she brushed it away. "It's Ok, sweetie. It will be really tough at first realizing what you have become and what you will be for the rest of your life, but all of the puppies I train grow to accept it eventually and become good boys and girls."

She strolled away and I felt so trapped and helpless. Desperately I waited for more women to appraise me. There had to be someone to outbid the dog lady because I simply couldn't live that way.

There were plenty more women and for the next hour I was poked and prodded by dozens. Right near the end though came a woman who was more memorable than the others. She looked like she was a mixture of Hispanic, Caucasian and Asian heritage. It gave her flawless skin a healthy tan look. She had perfect white teeth and jet black hair that was wavy and held in a high ponytail. Her breasts were large and firm and her cleavage looked flawless in the low cut white dress she wore. Her ass looked perfect as well...a perfectly round bubble butt that popped out from her little waist.

She looked to be around 26-27 years old and had the haughty, arrogant look of a rich daddy's girl who always got what she wanted. She looked me up and down and when her hand grabbed my cock it came back to life. She laughed and let go. She grabbed my ass and spanked it a couple of times. She came back in front of me and looked at me for a good minute. It was disconcerting. There was something about her that struck fear in me. Finally, she turned and left not saying a word.

The auction ended and once more we were alone with the handlers. It was completely silent. You will be happy to know that most of you received bids. Within the next hour you will be delivered to the highest bidders and begin your new life. Those of you who didn't receive a bid will be given to the city as work slaves or sold at the next auction. Whatever we decide once we have evaluated your worth. A group of slave girls came in the room and began attaching tags to the ring in the front of collars. A tag was clipped onto my mine.

I was so nervous that I thought I would pee myself at any moment. I didn't want to be a helpless, pathetic dog. I would rather be purchased by a man than that. Even the last woman who seemed arrogant and cruel was a great choice compared to many of the others who had examined me.

They took us one by one to a big, open room that was adjacent to the auction stage. The room had numbers on the walls and metal rings under the numbers. I was taken to 21 and attached to the middle ring by a short leash. I was the property of 21...whomever that was. The other smaller man who had been transported in the boat with me was brought into the room. He was placed under 19. I wondered if I looked as scared as he did.

The walls filled up quickly and in less than 30 minutes all the slaves were in place and ready to be picked up. My heart pounded so hard that I was sure it was audible as the doors opened and the owners began to walk in. The dog girl was one of the first. She still had her two "dogs" with her trotting pathetically behind her completely helpless to stop what was being done to them. Half way across the room she got a big smile and looked right at me and began to beeline toward me. I immediately peed on the floor. This can't be happening I screamed inside me. I frantically tested my bonds again and they were quite secure.

When she reached me she looked down and said "Did you have an accident puppy?"with a giggle. "Sadly, I won't be able to potty train you sweetie because I was outbid. I bid really high too."

The relief that washed through me was indescribable. It was like I was given a new life.

"Did my new slave almost become a puppy?" said a sexy voice behind the dog girl.

The dog girl turned and laughed. "Mariana...you bitch. So, you were the one?"

It was the haughty arrogant girl from the end of the auction. She was bidder 21. "He's exactly what I was looking for."

"Oh yes, he'll be perfect for you, but he would be perfect for me too."

"I'll tell you what...if he doesn't work out I'll sell him to you for the same price I paid for him."

"That's a deal." said the dog girl and smiled at me. "You may still get to be my special puppy some day, you lucky boy. Miss Rodriguez has very high expectations."

I was terrified of what Miss Mariana Rodriquez had in store for me and just as terrified that I hadn't shaken the dog girl.

She turned and walked to #19. When the man realized she was coming for him he screamed "No, please no! I didn't ask for this...I don't want this!" He was terrified and frantically tried to free himself.

I felt empathy for him, but mostly I was glad it wasn't me.

Miss Rodriquez walked close to me and smiled. "We are going to have so much fun together! Actually, I'm going to have so much fun." She laughed. "It's probably not going to be nearly as much fun for you."

I hadn't noticed at first but she had a Tupperware container in one hand and a bag in the other. She peeled off the lid and I saw it was full of ice water. I had started to get hard in spite of myself but that wouldn't last for long. "Do not move an inch." she ordered and I knew that she was not one to disobey. Her promise to dog girl took care of that.

I inhaled sharply as she immersed my cock and balls into the ice water. She held them there for what seemed like an eternity smiling at my discomfort. When it seemed like my cock was about to get frostbite, she stopped. I looked down and saw that my cock had shrunk to the smallest state it had ever been.

Without a missing a beat she opened the bag and quickly snapped and locked a chastity device over my cock. It looked Plexiglas and was held on by a ring the went under my balls. It locked my cock straight down in an extremely small space. I looked in horror at a tiny penis. Way smaller than I really was. When I warmed up this cage would become extremely tight.

"It's too small." I said in a whisper.

She laughed. "You will get used to it. You will have to because it's not coming off."

"Never?" I said still in shock.

"That's right never. I have no use for a cock that small and it looks cute that way. Besides, having it locked away will help you concentrate on serving me and not on your pathetic needs."

She couldn't be serious I thought to myself. She must be messing with me, but deep in my heart I knew she was serious...deadly serious. I felt like I was going to pass out.

She locked her leash on me, draped it over her shoulder and began to walk pulling me along behind her. Her ass swayed side to side and bounced slightly. I was being paraded behind her naked and I had no way to shield myself with my wrists still behind my back. My cock was trapped in a tiny state in the cage and I was forced to endure the embarrassment. My worst nightmare come to life but it was even worse than I had imagined.

People began to laugh at me in the building but when I entered the public streets it became far worse. It felt like everyone was staring at my tiny cock trapped in a cage. My walk of shame seemed to take an hour but in reality the walk was probably 10 minutes. I felt so helpless. I just to follow her exposed. About half way I actually started to cry. I couldn't stop it. It was if all of the crazy emotional swings of the last couple of hours hit me like a brick and I couldn't take it anymore. Of course, the crying made things worse. I was crying like a bitch being treated like a bitch.

Her house was substantial...she obviously was very wealthy. We entered a beautiful entry way with marble floors. She turned around for the first time and laughed when she saw me crying. "Such a little bitch." she said shaking her head. "I knew you would be perfect. Come along, Sissy, I'm so excited to tell you about your new life.

I'm sure my face was crimson red. I couldn't believe she had called me sissy and I was embarrassed that she caught me crying. As she pulled me down the corridor, we walked by an open door. It appeared to be a weight room/exercise room. There were two huge, muscular men working out wearing only tight shorts.

She stopped for a moment. "Those are my boys, Mack and Colt. You will get to meet them later." I suddenly felt faint. She had other male slaves who were much bigger than me and much more masculine.

We walked into a large room that looked like a women's dressing and make-up area. "I'm going to remove your handcuffs. Do I need to remind you of my promise to Cassie? You know...the girl who likes to train puppies.

"No, Ma'am." I said quickly. Just the mention of her made me almost pee myself.

"Good girl. You learn quickly." I was a little taken aback from the 'good girl'. I didn't like it at all.

"Ma'am?"

"Yes, Sissy."

"Would it be possible to get me a bigger...um....penis holder." I said nervously. I had no idea what to call the horrible thing.

"Do you mean your chastity cage?"

"Yes, Ma'am. It's too small and it's beginning to get really uncomfortable." It was very snug now that my penis had warmed up. I was worried about damaging it.

"No, I think it's the perfect size. When I put it on you, your little penis fit just fine."

"Would you mind looking closer because i think you might have made a mist.." I stopped short of saying mistake. "I mean...you may have not seen it's true size."

A remote control appeared in her hand out of no where and I watched her press the one button on the key pad. Instantly, I was in excruciating pain and writhing on the floor. The chastity cage had produced some sort of shock that knifed through my cock and balls causing more pain that I believed was possible. When she stopped pressing the button I was wheezing and crying and terrified.

"That was a little warning, Sissy. I don't make mistakes. I told you already that your little penis fit perfectly in the cock cage. It was the smallest size that we make here and I don't believe we've ever had to use that size before, but it fit perfectly. You will just have to get used to it because it's not coming off and you aren't getting another one."

I felt so hopeless and desperate. The fact that I couldn't take it off and that she might never take off the horrible thing made me start to cry again. I wasn't usually this emotional but I couldn't control myself. This isn't at all what I expected when I accepted their invitation. I was so stupid to think that I would be fucking a hot mistress for 2 years. I felt pathetic for falling for it. Now, I was trapped with a cage on my cock. I couldn't even experience the arousal part of being humiliated.

"Oh poor little Sissy." she said condescendingly. "I know it's hard for you right now. You came here thinking that you were a man, but when you arrived you saw what real men looked like and that you weren't anything like them. Society told you that you were a man all these years. They played a cruel trick on you. Now, that you are realizing that you weren't a man after all and it's hard to take. It would have been much better if you had been told you were a sissy from the day you were born. You would have accepted it and probably excelled at being of service, but now it's unbearable." She stroked my tear stained cheek.

"Let's get those handcuffs off your poor little pretty wrists." She said as she unlocked me. My arms and shoulders had begun to ache terribly and my wrists where the metal dug in were starting to really become painful as well. Having them off gave me great relief.

"Now what do you say we get you prepared for your new life." She opened a big box on the table and pulled out a giant, extremely life like breast. The back of the breast had a tiny safety pin looking thing in the middle in a recess not bigger than a nipple and 100's of tiny silver dots. Before I even realized what she was doing, she brought the breast to my chest and pierced my left nipple with the safety pin looking thing and closed it. It hurt like crazy for a moment but the pain began to die down almost immediately. What concerned me more was that a breast was being attached to my chest. I felt both glue and a suctioning feeling as she pushed the breast up against my chest. She held there for about a minute looking into my face with a look of pure enjoyment. When she let go the breast was completely secure to my chest. The right breast went on just as quick. I suddenly I was standing in front of her with big breasts and they felt real. It was disconcerting. How could they feel real?

"Perfect!" she said clapping her hands. "Aren't these amazing? Your nipples are attached to elastic cords which run through the breast tissue to the nipple on the breast. If I flick or pinch the breast nipples you will feel it rather acutely! She grabbed both of the breast nipples with her thumbs and forefingers and rubbed. My nipples underneath felt the rubbing as if the nipples on the breasts were my own. She rubbed underneath the nipple and I felt that too! "Each breast has 500 mini sensors on the back that give feedback to the same spot underneath when the breast is touched or moves. You will feel it on your real skin and it will feel so real that soon you will feel as if the breasts were part of you. Walk across the room and back."

Flustered and mortified I followed her order. It was shocking how real they felt. As the firm breasts bounced and jiggled with my walking, my real tissue under felt it. Every fucking movement ! I fought the urge to cry again. I wasn't a woman.

"Aren't they wonderful, Sissy?"

Taking a deep breath I said "Yes, Ma'am." afraid of her remote control.

"They are 1400 ccs each. Your bra size is 40G, but I expect you to lose the little muscle mass you now have so you can look more and more girly...like a good sissy. I can see that you foolishly tried to look less like a sissy by lifting weights. A sissy like you will never look like my boys Mack and Colt. It was foolish to try. Just so you know, your breasts are very securely attached. If you stupidly tried to remove them they would take your skin along with them."

I looked down utterly humiliated. I was stuck with these things until she decided to take them off. The breasts made it difficult to see anything below them. "Let's get to work. I'm having a party tonight and I can't wait to show off my new maid Chloe. That's right, Sissy. I'm naming you Chloe." she said smiling at me. "Ruby!" she said loudly.

A beautiful girl hustled into the room and sat at a table. "Sit across from Ruby, Chloe. She is here to do your fingers and toes and give you a manicure and pedicure. You are a sissy now and sissies have perfect feet and hands." I was so embarrassed for a beautiful girl to see me this way but she paid me no attention and did her work quickly and efficiently.

Everything was happening rapid fire and I was feeling dizzy. The thought of serving at a party as a maid was revolting. Ms. Rodriquez called in another girl who began to work on my hair. My hair wasn't very long...maybe 3 inches at the most but she found a way to weave long wavy brunette pieces of hair into my own. The nail girl was soon replaced by a makeup girl who applied false eyelashes and spent a lot time working on my face with make up. Ms. Rodriquez watched and instructed.

The hair and make up girls ended at the same time and looked very satisfied. "Stand up Chloe and walk to the mirror." I was shocked. I actually looked like a pretty girl with big tits. She laughed at my reaction. "I told you you were a sissy. I have an eye for these things. Your makeup should last 2 weeks...unless you mess it up which will get you punished. There is one more thing I need to add before we get you dressed."

She showed me a flesh colored piece of soft rubber. She spread some sort of paste on the back then told me to sit down. The piece of rubber fit right over the top of my chastity cage. She pushed it into place and made some adjustments until she was satisfied and then held it there for a full minute. "There we go Chloe. Stand up and take a look." What I saw was devastating. The rubber was the exact color of my flesh and blended in like my real skin. A very realistic looking bald pussy was now on my body. Looking the mirror, I would have sworn I was looking at woman.

"Isn't beautiful, Chloe. With your tiny penis, I knew it would look even more realistic. I even put an extension on your cock cage that will allow you to pee like a real girl. You simply pee and it will follow the tube down and out of your little girly pee hole. Once a day you will put a little attachment into your pee hole and it will flush everything out with warm soapy water. We will never have to see that tiny little useless thing again."

Next, the two girls brought lingerie and a French maid's dress. The first girl expertly added everything with quick hands - pink thong panties, a pink garter belt, white stockings with pink bows, suspenders, a lacy pink push up bra and the steep heels that started to hurt only 1 minute after putting them on. The other maid stepped forward and dropped a tiny pink with white lace French Maid's dress over my shoulders, put a maid's cap on my head.

The dress was tight and barely covered my ass with a low cut front. My new breasts looked huge in it. As I looked in the mirror I saw a hot, young, well endowed French maid. What did it say about me that I looked so good as a woman.

Ms. Rodriquez laughed at me. "I have such an eye for these things. You are literally perfect. What does a good girl say when she gets a complement?"

I was mortified but I said, "Thank you, Ma'am."

"Don't worry, sweetie. I should be able to get you in for vocal surgery with a week. We need to replace your voice with a girly high pitched one."

I was fighting urge to vomit. A voice change was permanent. I was so desperate and scared that I couldn't think straight.

"Mack, Colt, come meet our new sissy!" She yelled. I felt a jolt of fear and tried to control my breathing.