Prologue

 

Nestling deep in the secluded valley of a mountain range in Nevada, Mistress Kayla's training compound dominates the landscape. Spread-out across the valley's beautiful green vegetation, with the tall, menacing and nearly impenetrable mountains making up its backdrop, the specialized training facility is a spectacular place. With access limited to helicopter or 4-wheel drive vehicles, Mistress Kayla's private lair saw no uninvited guests, or any unplanned departures.

Extremely wealthy by virtue of her one-of-a-kind business venture and dominant creativity, Mistress Kayla's large and eccentric facility is a very unique training compound. It's a place that specializes in the acquisition and training of men in the art of serving their soon-to-be owners. But it's the unique service that these men are trained to provide that makes this place so thrilling, terrifying and life changing, all at the same time.

It's Kayla's deep rooted passion for her work that makes her so good at what she does and her business so incredibly successful. She takes young men, both willing and occasionally unwilling and systematically transforms them into obedient pets, either puppies or ponies, with 100% success. Unsure what to expect when they first arrive at the compound, there's absolutely no question what's expected of them by the time they are ready to leave. Once broken and fully trained, these men are sold to some of the wealthiest and most influential people in the world.

For the younger, smaller, and more adorable young men, they're trained as lap dogs. They learn to please, tease, and serve their dominant and often demanding owners in a variety of pleasurable ways. Stripped of their free will and dignity, these puppy boys soon exist only to whimper and lap at the feet of their owners. Broken and well trained, the submissive cuties serve at their owner's side without question, ready to please in any variety of ways, or suffer the punishment deserving of any defiant pet.

For the more mature men who find themselves at the mercy Mistress Kayla's trainers, they learn to adore and serve their owners in a number of productive ways, including that of ruthlessly protective guard dogs. Trained to play, please and protect, these pups require more regular obedience training and punishment to keep them in-line and focused. There's virtually no command they won't obey to gain the approval of their master.

And finally, for the stronger and more unfortunate young men who arrive at the training compound, they quickly find themselves in Mistress Kayla's pony stables. Larger in stature and physically stronger, these muscle toned men learn what hard work and obedience is truly all about. Unmercifully and sometimes cruelly trained to obey and perform, these men can find themselves pulling personal transport carriages, wagons, lawn mowers and other tools of work. The compound's trainers hone their service skills to provide the transportation services between the house and the arrival areas that support Mistress Kayla's extensive and lucrative business venture. In addition, these pony slaves in training pull the mowers that cut the acres and acres of lush green grass each week. It's these pony boys that keep the compound's grounds maintained.

Once ensnared at Kayla's compound lair, the trainees are not only mentally broken and thoroughly dominated; they're physically manipulated as well. With a steady diet of uniquely engineered drugs, the young men designated for puppy and pony duty soon find their olfactory senses so acute they can smell an approaching person at 200 feet, their tongues swell so large they can barely contain them in their mouths, their vocal cords all become all but useless and finally their cocks and balls grow so large that they dangle and swing between their legs, nearly to the point of discomfort.

However, it's the fifth and final effect of the drug regimen that is perhaps the most torturous, controlling, and occasionally debilitating. Within their enlarged and swollen balls, the helpless men generate large amounts of thick and creamy semen that quickly fills their stretched sacs. Unable to stop the relentless production, they desperately need to expel their life giving fluid every 48 hours at minimum. If forced to exceed the 48 hour mark without any relief, it becomes nearly impossible to function. Fearing the awful punishment for masturbation far more than the disconcerting extraction of their building loads, the men can do little but pant and whimper as they endured their intensely personal ordeals.

But what would any respectable kennel or stable be without a few premium females available for show and breeding? By acquiring only the most beautiful and desirable young females for the tasks ahead, the lovely creatures help keep the kennels and stables filled with excitement and sexual desire.

Always on the hunt for new additions for her business or her personal collection, Mistress Kayla spends several days a month at her estate near the big city. Here she can find her new recruits and then whisk them off to her private training facility, far off in the southern mountains. Whether she's working her powerful seductive magic on the seemingly unaware, or making special deals with the local authorities under her staggering influence, Kayla has a remarkable ability to add amazing new specimens to her collection.

CHAPTER ONE

An Unexpected Encounter

 

It was another sunny and warm afternoon at the local park where Kayla often hunted for her next trainee. Sitting on her usual bench about 30 feet off the running path, she sat in the shade of a large oak tree as she watched the many runners pass by. Although her business was primarily focused on the training and sale of select young men, she also enjoyed the pleasures of a fine woman on occasion as well. Fully understanding and accepting of the deep and kinky desires that fuelled her personal pleasures, she thoroughly enjoyed the sight of both sexes as they pranced by on the path.

Peaking at a touch over 5' 8", Kayla was a tall and amazingly seductive full-figured 145 lb. woman in her mid-thirties. Her long wavy blonde hair, large alluring blue eyes, silky smooth skin and captivatingly seductive smile, made her an irresistible sight for most anyone within eye shot. Dressed in her black knee high leather boots with 4" heels and very revealing short black dress, no one passing by could resist stealing a glimpse of the beautiful dominant as she sat waiting on the bench; like a cougar waiting for its prey to appear.

As was usually the case, it wasn't long before an attractive young man caught her eye. He looked about 5' 5' and 140 lbs. as his glistening shirtless body drew closer. His slender, young and sexy body was quite well defined from his years of gymnastics training and a real pleasure to gaze upon. His long brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. He jogged along the path barely showing any sign of fatigue.

Knowing he was approaching the point on the path where he would certainly spot her perched on the bench, her eyes locked onto him as she positioned herself just right and began to smile in preparation. With each approaching stride, her sinister smile became more alluringly wicked as the pleasure receptors in her body began to tingle with anticipation of the first encounter.

And sure enough, it began to unfold just as she knew it would. Kayla's irresistible presence quickly caught his attention and he couldn't help but glance over to her. Like a moth to a light, his eyes locked onto hers and he couldn't look away. Instantly captivated by the seduction in her eyes and the overwhelming sexuality of her mere appearance, he began to stumble and stray from the paved path. Stunned and embarrassed by his uncontrollable reaction to her enchanting presence, it took him a moment to be able to look away and continue on.

Kayla knew by his response to their brief encounter that he would be back. She'd been down this road many times. Experience taught her that her prey was now sufficiently disabled and would soon fall into her clutches. From here it was a waiting game; all she could do now was sit and wait. The only question remaining; is he a keeper?

Several minutes later she spotted the young man circling back, just as she anticipated. This time he was already looking her way as he approached. And just as she knew he would, he slowed to a walk as he approached the section of trail nearest her bench. Then, acting as if he were tired and done with his exercise routine, he stopped on the path and bent over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Finally getting up the courage, he turned his head toward the bench to get another good look at the beautiful woman who had caught his interest so.

"All done, sweetie?" Kayla spoke out rather loudly.

Smiling back at her now, he responded, "Yeah, I've had enough for today."

Unable to stop himself, he stood up straight again and started walking toward the bench. He quickly noticed that Kayla was sitting in the middle, with her body turned slightly to the side in a very seductive pose.

With her catch on the line, Kayla was now ready to reel him in like a big game fish. "You look tired, why don't you come here and rest a bit?"

He approached the bench but soon realized she wasn't going to slide over to give him room to sit. Being only 4 foot long, there wasn't enough room for him to sit and she wasn't moving over as he came closer. Now standing just a couple of feet away and looking down at the voluptuous woman, he couldn't help but admire the view of her highly visible cleavage.

"Do you run here often?"

He was struggling to look away from her amazing cleavage as he responded, "Almost every day since I moved here 3 weeks ago."

"Well, it's been a month since I was here last, so that explains why I've never noticed you before. What's your name?"

"Beau," he replied, as his eyes darted about in an attempt to admire her while not looking too obvious.

Feeling uncomfortable standing before the woman and towering above her, he came to realize she wasn't going to invite him to sit next to her, so he squatted down near her feet in order to continue their chat.

"Beau... I really like that name. Mmmm, it's almost as sexy as you look."

Blushing and looking down at her boot-clad feet, he finally responded, "Thank you." He paused for a few seconds and then continued, "May I ask your name?"

Sensing she might have a keeper squatting before her, Kayla decided it was time to turn up the heat.

"You can call me Ma'am."

Inhaling deeply and blushing even more, he soon responded, "Ok," as his eyes rose up briefly to meet hers.

"How old are you Beau?"

"I'm 22," he replied with his eyes now focused on her boots.

"That's such a fine and impulsive age... I remember my twenties, such fun and reckless abandon." Seeing Beau's eyes affixed on her feet she asked, "do you like my boots, Beau?"

"Ahhhhhh, ummmm, yes, they're nice."

"What's the matter, Beau, did you forget my name?"

Stumbling and stammering ever more, he finally replied, "N-no, Ma'am, I-I didn't, Ma'am."

With each passing second she could feel the young man falling into her grasp. She spread her legs slightly and saw his eyes immediately look toward her mostly exposed inner thighs.

"Do you like what you see now, Beau?"

Unsure what to say next, he quickly looked away from her creamy smooth thighs.

She bent over, reached out and grabbed a hold of his chin, lifting his head.

"Are you shy, Beau? Or do you not like what you see?"

Red faced and stunned by the events unfolding, he finally replied, "Yes, Ma'am, you look very nice."

Releasing his chin, she squared herself up with the bench and spread her legs wide enough for Beau to see all the way up to her panty-less crotch. Seeing his eyes widen with excitement, she knew it was time to seal the deal.

She pointed to the patch of grass directly between her spread knees and said, "Kneel here and sit back on your ankles."