And generally predictable. As an avid student of psychology I recognized that the new ones always followed the Kubler-Ross Model known as the 'Five stages of grief'.
1. Denial and Isolation. 2. Anger. 3. Bargaining. 4. Depression. And finally, 5. Acceptance.
We would typically be going through those stages several times in the next couple of days.
If I had wanted my life to be simple and easy, I would have found a way to skip the first four stages and go straight to acceptance.
But that wouldn't be anywhere near as fun.
I knew places where I could have purchased them already broken and trained, even willing and eager. All willing participants who had volunteered for this life.
In the beginning, that was how I had gotten my start.
But like I said, it wasn't anywhere near as fun.
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In cage number four I laid him on the floor and methodically stripped Daniels clothes off and piled them with his pack. When he was naked I stood there for a moment and just admired the view. Daniel had obviously worked hard and kept himself in good shape. He was finely muscled. I'm sure if he was awake and not so completely relaxed I would be able to see the washboard pattern in his abs. His body was mostly smooth but he had a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair surrounding his prick, which stood up tall and hard, thanks to the second drug in my special cocktail. His prick was larger than I would have suspected from his size, about seven inches long and quite thick. I couldn't resist kneeling down and taking it in my hand, stroking it just a little bit. Despite his drugged state, Daniel moaned softly and rolled his hips at my touch.
I'm sure Daniel had been quite popular with the ladies. I could think of at least four other people who would greatly appreciate that sweet body and fine cock in the near future
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