A Surprise Visit

A Surprise Visit 5

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ADDED NOTE `ASV 5' is a continuation of previous ideas and going further. This did not come to me as quick as part 4, but once completed it felt like a good part of the story. I will start working on part 6, but work (job) is starting to pick up, so this might take some time. I have also had trouble keeping up on my e-mails, so please bear with me. The one thing that is encouraging me is the different contacts from the readings. Fellow faggot, like me stating they could see themselves in the story. This faggot really appreciates when a Master/Sir/Alpha responds and especially having their input into the story. A character will reemerge in this part, that was introduced in part 1, so if you have not read part 1, you might need to go and read for his description. I will not reveal who that is so there is no spoil alert here. Do enjoy, and again let me know. Always love hearing when other faggots tell me how many times they cum reading one of my stories. Just enjoy everyone.

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Suddenly, I felt something warm spraying on me. I realized that Master Clark was pissing on me while I am tied up in this cage. Waking up to a warm golden shower of piss is quite unique.

"Good, you're awake," he said. "Just needed that morning piss to get out of me. Heading downstairs to get a cup of coffee so my piss can soak in faggot."

He turned around and left the room, stark naked. This gave me a little time to reflect on last night. Once I crawled into Clark's room last night, we did several things. He started with giving me the blue chew' pill and doing some cock and ball torture, which turned me on, especially the times he stretched my balls. I'm thinking now that is dad's balls were stretched out, and not born that way'. While doing that, he interrogated me, but the questions that got to me are the ones around his dad. He indicated that he saw my face when they first arrived, and I had seen his dad. He was curious on why the face, and even weirder, he noticed my face changed later, when we were walking, and I was holding his dad's cock. I finally told him that his dad was my 8th grade social studies teacher, and this made it all kind of weird but exciting at the same time. He wanted to know what his dad was like in the classroom and if he ever showed signs of him being gay. I was very surprised by the last idea, but Clark told me he had married his mom, only after he got her pregnant in their teens. He divorced her later, telling her and later all of us that was the reason. I told him I really don't remember that much about his `gay' personality, but that he was a good teacher, and that I liked him.

After all that, Clark strapped me down on the bed. I remembered I thought I was going to be flogged or tortured somehow, but that wasn't the case. He told me that since all of this has happened, he doesn't want his father to fuck him anymore and that HE was the `man of the house' so to speak. But it seems he did miss having a cock up his ass occasionally, so he was going to sit on my cock and get fucked. He did this, riding my cock, while playing with my tits and spitting in my face the whole time. Very degrading to say the least, especially when he got very verbal. He finally got me to shot up his ass, with a loud moan and kind of scream. It was nothing like the screams we were hearing from down the hall in Jeromy's room. We figured he was working over Clark's dad big time. Then he turned his body around and but his ass over my face and let my cum drip from his ass into my mouth.

The major thing we did was with my ass. He undid my ankles and reattached them, over my head, leaving my ass very much open on the bed. He first paddled me hard. I felt there could be some bruising back there. Once I was tenderized, he got on the bed and proceeded to fuck the hell out of me. He fucked me so hard, that I actually pissed on myself halfway through the massive cock attack. Once he came, he got me off the bed and put me in the dog cage right next to the bed. He made me lay on my back, the proceeded to tie my wrists to the top of the cage, followed by doing the legs the same way. There I was on my back, so he could do whatever he wanted to do with me. He didn't even close the cage, since I wasn't going anywhere. The final act was a butt plug up my ass to keep the cum in there. So, here is where I was when I got the morning piss.

When he walked back into the room, with his coffee, his cock was still semi-hard. As he walked over to the cage he asked if the faggot needed to take a piss.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, let me help you."

He put the coffee mug down on top of the cage and then got down and reached inside the cage, grabbing my cock. After playing with it for a second or two, he pointed towards my torso and face.

"Go ahead faggot, piss boy."

I did what I was ordered to do and let loose a stream of piss covering me and hitting my face. It was also warm, but for some reason it felt like life juice' to my body. It was like the piss was helping to stimulate the faggot into being even more of a faggot. When I got done, he first shook my cock, then patting, rather hard, my cock and balls, saying, such a good boy.' He sat down and finished his coffee, while I kind of hung there in the cage, with morning piss all over me. After about 20 minutes he finished his coffee and started to undo me from the cage. He walked me to the bathroom and had me bend over the toilet, which I knew meant. He was going to pull out the butt plug, which he did. I immediately sat down and let everything stored up there, come out.

"Good boy. Now this is going to be a treat for you today. MasterJ gave me the key to your collar, so I am going to let you out, so you can give Master Clark and good scrubbing in the shower. Now the shower is for me, but you will benefit from the water hitting you, so you might get some of that piss off."

He took the collar off and pointed for me to get into the shower, which I did. He then turned the shower on, which always is always cold water at first, before it heats up, so I got the cold water.

"Tell me when it is comfortable to get the shower, boy."

In about a minute I let Clark know it was warm. He got in and indicated that I did good, with the temperature.

"Okay boy, head to toe, I need the works," as he sat down on the shower stool.

I started with giving him a shampoo. Luckily there was a shower buddy, with a spray attachment, so I was able to rinse the shampoo off, without him having to move. Then I clean his whole body, including his cock and balls as well as his ass. Standing from cleaning his ass, he had me rim him to make sure it was clean. Completed, he turned me around. Taking some liquid soap, he lubed up my ass and his cock, bending me over, he shoved his cock up my ass and fucked my again hard. Once he was done, he turned off the shower and told me to dry him off, which of course I did. He `let' me dry off by using the same moist towel.

With everything completed, Clark got dressed and then put the collar back on. Taking the leash and attaching it, we walked downstairs. Jeromy and Mark were already sitting out on the deck at the table. We went outside and Mark told me to get to the trough before everything is gone. After being unleashing, I walked out to the trough and got down, again like a pig, and started eating. Most everyone had already finished, so I got the leftovers of the leftovers. I drank some water and saw the other four on their hands and knees looking at the house. I guess I was still playing follow the leader, because I did the same.

We were that way for probably a good half an hour, if not 45 minutes. Finally, we saw Mark go to the jeep, which still had the horse trailer attached, and started to drive to where we were.

"Ok slaves," Mark said in a demanding tone, "part of the deal for your Masters was to let me use you for manual labor. I have a small vineyard down the way, so you will be picking grapes for the next couple of hours. Pig, you stay here. The three of us have something in store for you. Go into the stable and get in your stall, pig."

Faggot piggy (don't know what else to call him) went into the stable.

"Okay slaves. Get into the trailer, and just sit on the floor. We need to get a move on."

All four of us got into the trailer and sat down. Mark started to drive. It was a different path than yesterday, but just as bumpy. It was through some wilderness, but finally got to a clearing.

"Get out you slaves. There are the vines you need to work. Now I don't want you running away," as if we could, "so I'm tying you faggots together."

He lined us up, Jay, Clark's Dad, me and Sammy (Clark's son). Then starting with Sammy, he put a tight cock ring on him, since his junk was so small. He then tied the rope to the cock ring. He strung the rope from person to person around our junk and then tied it tight. There was about a meter of rope, between each of us, so it would be hard for us to get away. Once we were tethered, he sprayed us with suntan lotion.

"Don't need a bunch of burned faggots for tonight's show."

He then handed us hats with big floppy brims on them. Giving us each a set of gloves to pick with, we were ready to do our `job'.

"These things will help you today from the sun and staining your hands, fags. Okay faggots, there are the baskets for you to put the grapes in, get to work. I'll be back in two or three hours."

We walked, collectively as a group, and picked up baskets and headed to the vines, as Mark drove off. As we started to pick the grapes, we didn't say much for about 20 to 30 minutes. Time was starting to escape me out here. Finally, I spoke up and started to ask questions.

"Well Jay, what did you get to do last night?"

Jay looked at me as if we weren't supposed to talk, but finally said, "let's just say I got milked a lot last night."

Sammy spoke, "was it like for 5 or 10 minutes then nothing for like 30 minutes and then repeating again and again?"

"Yeah. The `milker' was on my cock and would pump and I would cum, but it was on a timer, so it didn't make any difference when I came, it just kept pumping. I know I gave a bunch last night, but the last few were dry orgasms. Why?"

"Well my ass got the same treatment. I think Master Clark wants my hole to be ready for anything."

Then I asked, "What about you?" looking at Clark's Dad. "You got some bruises on your cheeks back there."

"Your Master paddled me until I was crying and then some. He also fucked the living shit out me. Your cheeks look a little red."

"Master Clark got my ass as well."

We continued to chat about different stuff. After a while Clark's dad looked at me and ask me if I knew him. I answer, "Yes Mr. Richards. I was in your 8th grade social studies class."

Me must have turned several shades of red. "Never thought you would see your teacher naked huh?"

"To be truthful Mr. Richards, you've got a great body and a great dick."

"Thanks, but no Mr. Richards here, call me Peter."

"I'll try," as we all laughed.

We continued to pick grapes working in tandem so we wouldn't pull too hard on our cocks. Each one of us got about 3 big baskets filled before Mark returned. We could him pulling up, yelling for us faggots to come in and bring the baskets. Again, we worked in tandem as he had us put the baskets in the back of the jeep and in the horse trailer. Once loaded, he kept us tied up and we got into the trailer, but it wasn't easy for us to sit, so we stood tied up all the way back, kind of holding on to each other.

Once back at the stable, he had us unload the baskets into his pickup truck. We gave back the hats and gloves. We were then told to walk around to the faggot swimming hole, which meant the mud pit. Once there, he untethered us, and told us to get muddy. We all went in, which felt kind of soothing. He then said he wanting to see the faggots wrestle, so he told the two old ones to wrestle and the two young faggots to wrestle. I looked at Mr. Richards...I mean Peter and he just smiled, and we started to wrestle. I not sure about the young ones, but both of us got hard-ons with no problem and was really enjoying the contact. Mark just laughed. After about 15 minutes or so, he had us stop and we were covered in mud.

"Okay pigs come on over here cause Master Mark needs a good piss. Get over here now and on your knees fags."

We all got out and went to where Mark was and kneeling close to each other, he stepped up and started pissing on us. We all had our mouths open and he did give some to each of us. If anyone saw this, I would be humiliated, but at the time is was exciting and my cock wasn't lying about it. I guess we all enjoyed it, because when I did look down, I could see we all had boners.

"Let's get you piggys cleaned up. Crawl over to the hose."

We all crawled over in our mud and piss. We stayed on all fours, as Mark started to clean us up. It was cold water, but it didn't feel that bad after hours in the sun. He finally had us stand up and did the final rinse then told us to go to the trough for lunch. We went over to the trough. Nate must have brought it out earlier because the food was already there. Once again, we ate like real pigs. Once we were through, we drank some water, then turned where Mark was, as he indicated to come and sit next to him, so one by one, we did.

Once in place, Mark ordered us on all fours. We immediately got in that position as Mark walked over to the stable. When he walked back, he was holding a hose that had the water running out, this time with a narrow nozzle at the attached to it.

"It's time to clean your faggot cunts, slaves."

With that, Mark started with each on of us and cleaned out our asses one by one. Finally completed, he went back, dropping the hose and turned off the water.

"Slaves crawl on into the stable and follow me."

We just kept in a line following Mark into the stable, then towards a back room. I hadn't noticed this part of the stable before, when we came and got the Faggot Pig yesterday. In this room were four chairs. I could see that a dildo had been attached to the chair seat. They tilted back just a bit. Mark walked each one of us to a chair as we were still on all four. He then walked behind each of us, putting Elbow Grease on and in our asses. He fingered each one of us to make sure we were lubed up.

"Time for some conditioning of slaves. Go ahead and stand up, then a take a seat on those dildos fags."

As each one of us positioned ourselves onto the dildo, we each slowly sat down until the dildo was all the way up our asses. I think the dildos were about 6 to 7 inches long. Mark then came up to each of us and secured us in the chair. First there were ankle, leg and thigh restraints. Then he would put one across our chest under our arms. Finally, our arms were restrained to the arm rest. As he finished each person, he made sure they were secure.

Once in place, he put headphones over our ears, so we could hear nothing. As we sat there, we all heard at once Mark's voice, through our headphones, asking if we could hear him, and we all nodded. Nate entered the room, again 100% naked and with a boner. My thought was, `oh to be 16 and hard all the time'. He gave us each two pills and a quick sip of water to swallow them down. Next thing he did was to put ball gags in our mouths. We couldn't see Mark anymore, because he was behind us. Mark's voice came through the headphones.

"Okay faggots, Master Mark is going to start the audio now and for the next three hours or so, you are going to be listening to why you worthless things are slaves and faggots. Enjoy."

My head was starting to spin a little, so I assume one of the pills was some kind of sedative to make us relax and almost feel like we were drunk. But my cock suddenly was harder than before, so we had some type of E.D. drug to make us hard at the same time. Then we started to hear it.

"You are a faggot. You are nothing but a servant to your Master and your Master's cock. You crave cock and all that comes out of it..." It just went on and on about different ideas of what was a faggot and what does it do and things like that. As the room lights went dark, pictures of cocks came on the wall in front of us. Then I felt it. I assume we all did, but there was a mild shock from the dildo up my ass.

This started the three-hour-plus of brainwashing ideas of becoming a faggot. We would get a shock about every 15 to 20 minutes. At one point, Nate came and played with my balls. When he was doing this, Mark tuned into to just my headphones and started saying things like, "these balls belong to your Master and the only purpose of this cock is for torture and his pleasure." The difference was he was calling me slave D all this time. I think I saw Nate work on each of us from time to time. But this went on for all three hours if not longer.

Coming to the end, Mark cut in again to my headphones.

"slave D, you will obey MasterJ's every wish. You are here to serve him. You will obey any master's orders given and your goal is to always serve and follow any master's orders. Slave D, you enjoy being naked and feel clothes can only be worn when your master tells you to. Your cock and balls, your ass, your whole body is for a master to use. Slave D if you understand, nod your head."

I couldn't believe it I nodded my head without even thinking. I had been somewhat brainwashed, especially thinking about serving a master.

"Good slave D. now close your eyes and relax," which I did.

The next thing I knew was me sitting in the chair untethered from any restraints as a shock went up my ass. I looked up and Master Mark was standing in front of us totally naked, with the biggest hard-on I had seen, since the cook at the diner.

"slave J, my ass needs a mouth." Jay slowly lifted himself off the dildo and got behind him and started eating his ass. "slave P my right boot is dirty." Peter got himself of the dildo and got on his knees and started licking and cleaning his boot with his tongue. "slave S the other boot looks dirty as well." Like his grandfather, Sammy did the same thing. "slave D, my pits need to be cleaner." Like the other three, I didn't even think about. My body got up and went for Master Mark's left arm pit. I started licking as fast as I could, taking in the aroma of his manly scent. He indicated for me to do the other pit and I went right after that one. This went on for a while.

"Good job slaves, sit slaves."

We all stopped what we were doing and got in front of Master Mark, sitting on our heals like dogs. Those three hours went by and we had been conditioned to certain things, there was no doubt. As we sat there, Nate reentered the room with dog dishes. He set one down in front of each of us. Then he poured something into each. Then he stood next to Master Mark, still with a hard-on.

"Now slaves, this is your dinner tonight. We need to keep you on a liquid dinner for most of the time you are here, but it does have different proteins and vitamins to keep you going, so have at it. I will be back shortly."

With that he left, and we started to lap up our dinner. It tasted something like Ensure, so it wasn't that bad. I am sure there was more to it than just that, but it was what was going to keep us running for the next days. As each one finished, they did get a second helping, so there was quite a lot and it did seem to fill my stomach. At least I had something in my system. After our third helping, Nate picked up the bowls and left the room, leaving us sitting there like four dogs.

We stayed that way for a short time. Time it seems to me is not making sense anymore, so I was having trouble telling if it had been 10 minutes or 50 minutes; it's just a blur. Finally, Master Mark reentered and told us we needed to get ready for tonight's fun. He had us stand and we walked into the big room at the front of the stable. There was a St. Andrews cross in the middle of the platform in front, and three post on smaller platforms at the bottom of each. We were ordered to stop, except for Jay. Master Mark took Jay up on to the main platform and started securing him to the cross. He put a blindfold on him and raised him about 6 feet off the ground. There he was spread eagle for the room to see.

Next, he took Peter and walked him up to one of the posts. There he stepped onto the small little platform, turned around and was tied to the post with his wrist behind him; his ankles and his chest were then tied. Then a blindfold and mouth gag were put on him. Then a hood was pulled over his head and tied off. Finally, he was completely draped in a sheet with a letter P' on it. Master Mark came back and got Sammy and proceeded to do the exact same thing to him, but with the letter S' on his sheet. Last was my turn. I went through everything the other two had gone through and now could not see anything or say anything. After the three of us were secure, I felt myself being lifted off the bigger platform and suspended in space maybe 6 foot plus off the floor.

"Good, now everything is ready for tonight," Mark said.

Then I heard a light switch, so I assume the lights were turned off. Again, time meant nothing to me, but we couldn't say anything to each other, so it was a very eerie silence. At last, we started to hear noise and the door opened. I could again hear a switch and I assumed we were either lit up or the lights came on.

"Gentlemen, here is where your fun begins for the weekend. As I promised you, I will demonstrate a couple of things that you have indicated you wanted to see done. After that, and a little group play, the rest of the night, you four gentlemen will have your slave for the whole night. I know one of you has expressed an interest in one slave in particular, but we will figure everything out for your fun. Let's start with the four specimens I have ready for you. The main interest across the board is the question of how much hair should a faggot or slave have?"

I could hear them moving and walking up onto the main platform.

"As you can see by this hanging slave that belongs to MasterJ, he has already shaved the hair off his slave. Would you like to tell us why you did this MasterJ?"

I could hear the start of a pully moving, so I assume that Jay was being lowered as Jeromy talked.

"Once we figured out our dynamics," Jeromy stated, "I felt I needed to assert my superiority over my slave. I am not sure you understand, gentlemen, but my slave is my college roommate as well as my boyfriend. Makes things interesting for sure."

There was some mumbling and laughter among the men.

"I looked up online and research ways to control your slave and one of them was to shave him, so I did. He shaves himself most of the time, but for the ass and crotch, MasterJ still does it."

"Thank you, Sir. Gentlemen step up and feel the smoothness of this boy. Feel his ass and nuts. MasterJ did a very good job with this one and teaching him how to do this."

"Well, I can't take all the credit for this round. Yesterday morning, I had his faggot father shave him in the shower before we came up here. He's one of the three up there."

"Excellent." Mark stated. "Now did any of you feel any stubble of hair on his body. Did we check the underarms, and even the legs? See, once you think you have the slave shaved, you need to go over its whole body looking for possible stubbles etc. Feel his head and how smooth that is. That indicates he is shaved and since this has been 36 hours, its faggot father did a great job, with little growth back. Tonight, is about shaving. Now you could do what I did with the boy Nate, and have its laser removed, but you will have to go back off and on about every 5 or so years to make sure it is still doing the job. Usually it does, but you never know where new hair pops up. But tonight, is about shaving the fag, so let's get started."

I started hearing the pully again, so I assume they were lifting Jay back up.

"Okay, what I want to show you, most of you will already know. Bring in slave F." I thought, `who's slave F?' After a couple of seconds, Mark resumed. "I usually cut the hair off the head, first. This really puts the faggot in the right frame of mind, especially as they watch their hair fall. This is just a preference." I could hear the electric sheers going as he cut off slave F's hair. "Then once the main part of this is completed, then shave it for the final touch. This is a delicate process."

All I could hear was some low whispers and water splashing every so often. I assumed it was water washing off the razor. This went on for quite a while, with Master Mark making comments on each area and what to do for that area. He always emphasized how important it was for the shaver to make sure you felt no stubble. Finally, it appeared he was through.

"So, gentlemen, come on up here and see if I missed any place on the slave F. I thought, `who's slave F.' Make sure you rub your hands all over its body."

I could hear them talking with each other about how smooth the fag was and even how big his moobs were. That's when I figured out that slave F was faggot piggy. They even laughed while, I assume, playing with his cock.

"Okay, looking good?" There seemed to be a consensus among them.

With that completed, I could feel me being lowered. It sounded like maybe all three of us were lowered at the same time. The Master Mark started giving instructions and figuring out who gets who tonight.

"Okay, slave F, go stand over there. Now gentlemen, when you got here, this morning, you got to see these four faggots in action from the last few days. Hope you enjoyed the videos. Now, I know you have an interest in slave D, but we need to figure out who is going to get whom for shaving and enjoyment. Here is what is going to happen in the next hour roughly. We start to figure out who you want to start with. Then we will start the shaving process. After we completed an area collectively, I think it would be fun for you to make sure the others are doing well by feeling each slave. I know I said normally I would start with the head, but I think we need to save that part. How's that sound?"

Again, I could hear this idea of a consensus among them.

"Okay, you go over and stand by slave D." I could hear and then sense someone by me. "Now I do want one of you to take slave J up here and re-shave it. I mean it has been 36 hours so I'm sure we will have stubble some where on its boyish body. Of the three of you, do any of you want to start with one of them?"

"I want to start with slave S," I heard a man say. I didn't recognize his voice, but it was the first time I heard one of the gentlemen clearly. The one next to me, I haven't yet heard at all, and wondered why he had an interest in me.

"Great. Go stand by slave S. Now we are down to two."

I could hear them talking lowly, so I couldn't make out the words or what they sounded like.

"I think I will take slave J and leave slave P to my friend here." Again, I didn't recognize the voice.

"Perfect. Okay gentlemen, let's undrape your slaves." I could feel the sheet that was over me taken off, and there I was, naked except for the hood over my head. How weird it felt to be naked in a room, where men wearing clothing were looking at me. My cock, which was already hard, got even harder.

"So, do they still look like the pics and videos you were looking at earlier?"

Again, more small chatter, but nothing that would be distinguishable.

"Now, untie them from the post so we can get ready. Nate pull up the stuff and get the chairs. Once you have them untied, the shaving stuff is over there for you to get. Each box has all you need for the fun."

Suddenly, it was very busy around me. I could feel `my Alpha' untying me. There was movement of chairs, people walking around, and I could even sense the post we were tied to being lifted out of the way. This went on for several minutes, but finally it started to seem to slow down.

"Good Masters, as I will refer to you from now on, put your slave on its chair, and retie them to the chair."

I was moved to a chair and forced to sit. I wasn't sure if a dildo was going to be there, but there wasn't one. Instead it was a metal chair which was very cold on my ass. My `Alpha' started to tie me up. First my legs and then my arms to the chair. I could tell my legs were far apart.

"Okay, let's do the place that every faggot or slave should always have shaved, the crotch. Now I know with slave J, you will just jump to the shaving part, but for the rest of you, take your shears and cut off most of the hair. That way when you shave down there, it will be just very short hair. Your shears should be charged up, but I do have extras that are being charged up over there, so if you need one, just go get it. Have fun."

I could hear all the shears going at once, then I felt my Alpha' starting to shave down there. I had never been shaved down there, just a little manscaping at the most, so this was a weird feeling to say the least. As least my cock was hard to it seemed easier to move around and shave on. I heard the shears next to me stop and could hear the water and shaving cream being used on him. I knew it was Sammy, since he didn't have much down there. Finally, my Master' stopped about the same time as the other one did, and it must have been all four of them shaving, now. I could hear Master Clark and MasterJ talking to the different Alphas on what they were doing etc. Then it stopped.

"Okay, round one is done, so let's have fun checking each other's work. Masters, just walk around and feel if any stubble is there and so, just have fun."

I could hear all the movement, then could feel one hand rub around and even grab my crotch. This went on for god knows how long. My cock was twisted, and my balls squeezed several times through this process. It was all so exciting and yet humiliating at the same time. Once completed, they did the chest next. We went through the same procedures of shears, shave and then examination by others. After the chest, they untied our legs and had them do the legs doing the whole routine over again. Then Master Mark gave instructions to the Alphas.

"Ok Masters, I need the four of you to get together and discuss if you still like the slave you are with. If any of you want to trade slaves at this point, you may. While you do that, we will get a couple of more things set up."

I could hear movement and things being moved around. I could also hear the Alphas mumbling off to the side but couldn't make out what was being said. Then things just kind of stopped, and I heard in my ear the whisper of my `Alpha', "I kept you slave." That sent chills down my back and kept my cock rock hard.

"Okay Masters, untie your slaves and attach them."

I was untied and then felt my `Alpha' help me to stand, then took my right arm and wrap a restraint my right wrist. He repeated with my left. So now I was standing there, naked, with my arms above me, restrained.

"Not sure how much you going to have to do to the two young ones, but let's get their backs shaved," Master Mark ordered. Each time Master Mark was giving orders, it sounded more and more strict, like he was almost training the Masters to be Beta Masters.

Again, we went through the procedure of getting my back shaved. Then Master Mark ordered them to make sure their legs were totally shaved. Once those two things were in place, he again had the others admire each other's work. My ass as slapped a couple of times and even my nipples twisted once.

"Now comes the arms and arm pits. I remind you to shave the shoulders as well. Use the shears on the pits if necessary." I felt so strange to have my pits shaved, first with the shears then with the razor. Even stranger, when my `Alpha" rubbed his hands over my pits and they were smooth. I am not sure how, but my cock had not gone down at all through this, and even felt strained at this point. This time Master Mark didn't have them go and admire, he just said to get them into the next position.

I didn't even realize there was something in front of me, but all at once, I was bent over what felt like a sawhorse. My hands were tied to the bottom of the legs.

"Good, now we only have one thing left, before we remove the hoods; the faggot's ass. Now remember this will be delicate, especially in the crack. Try not to nick your slave. That ass should only show marks from flogging and bruises from paddling. It should not show scares from shaving. Now get to work."

Here we go again, but this time it seemed like they were a little gentler. My Alpha' worked hard at getting it all, even in the taint area between the legs. I did hear one pair of shears go, so I assumed that was on Peter, but it was shorted lived. After a while, my Alpha' stopped then I heard Master Mark.

"Now before we remove the hoods, make sure your fellow Masters didn't miss anything on the body. If they did, you make sure you take care of the issue, no questions asked. Once we remove the hoods, the body of the slave should have NO hair on it whatsoever."

Then I started being felt up and down by different hands at different times. I swear there were more than four pairs of hands at work. I was wondering if Master Clark and MasterJ were also doing it as well as Master Mark. This all went on for about 20 minutes, I think. Again, time is lost with me. I could tell how smooth I was from all of the masters rubbing their hands all over me. My cock was pointing north with no problem.

"Okay Masters. It is time to remove the hoods."

Feeling the hood being untied, it was lifted off my head. I still couldn't see anything, but I could sense a bit of light from the edges of the blindfold.

"For the next thing, masters, you need to remove the ball gag. We need to shave the 5 o'clock shadow off these worthless faggots. Remember they aren't men, they're objects. Go ahead a shave them, and you can have some fun at the same time."

Once lathered up, I could feel my `Alpha' shaving me all the way down the neck, front and back. He had the little wash tub on my lap, which was cold, but pushed my cock up against my belly. One time he swiped some precum off me and put his finger in my mouth. I was such a faggot I began to suck immediately. He squeezed my nipples a couple of times. But the best thing is when he was rinsing me off, he squeezed my cheeks together, causing my mouth to open. I heard him cough up a good one, then he spit in my mouth. The creeper whisper followed, "swallow it fag." All this time I could clicking sounds of a camera, so I know there were pics being made of this. After he took the tub off my lap he spit a few times into my face and did some cbt with my junk, and I was jumping, but loving it.

"Masters, you ready for the final stage?" which was followed by some `yeps' and I am sure nods. "You will now take the blindfold off. How you reveal yourself to your slave is up you."

My `Alpha' got in front of me, and it felt like he squatted down. Then he removed my blindfold. The look on my face was that of shock and delight, however that could look. I was staring at Bruno from the university. He gave me that evil grin he had in the restroom, the day I became MasterJ's faggot.

"Hello faggot Davy, remember me," as he squeezed my balls.

I nodded.

"You will address me as Sir or Master Bruno, understand fag?" stated in that very demanding tone.

"Yes, Master Bruno."

Master Mark belted out in a very demanding tone to all, "we need for these worthless things to see how worthless they have now become. Slave F the mirror."

Slave F (faggot piggy), walked up with a full-length mirror and walked in front of each one of us to show us what we looked like so far. When he came to me, I couldn't believe how pitiful I looked with no body hair. Master Bruno stood right behind me, with his chest puffed out and one hand on my shoulder. That's when I looked down and saw all the hair on the ground. I was really feeling like a worthless faggot more and more. Slave F put the mirror to the side started walking over to Master Mark. That's the next surprise for me. Again, he wasn't overly fat, just had a decent belly on him, but without any hair on his body, his man boobs...I mean moobs looked even larger as they bounced up and down as he walked. He even had nipple rings put into those moobs. When he turned, he looked like a slave faggot, no hair, bigger moobs and he had an `F'. in black marker, printed on his chest.

"Good. Now Masters, CUT THE HAIR OFF THE TOP NOW." Mark said this with a real command. It was clear he was the chief master of this place.

With the mirror gone now, I heard the shears turn on. Then I watched in my lap as my hair was falling into it, bit by bit. It was really putting my brain into faggot/slave mode. I tried to look over to the others, but I couldn't see them. I could swear that Sammy was crying, but I wasn't sure. Seeing Clark move towards him, he squatted down in front of Jay.

I could barely hear him say, "You know you want this son; this is what you were meant for. Right?"

Through sniffles I could barely make out, "Yes, Master."

As Bruno finished with the shears, he lathered up my head and proceeded to shave it clean. Again, he put the tub of water on my lap, so he could rinse the razor every so often. Once completed, he wiped down my head. He then took a black marker and put the letter D' on my now bare chest, but didn't stop there, he wrote in smaller letters the word slave' above the D. Then MasterJ walked up with a couple of phones and took pics of the two of us, again standing with his hand on my shoulder like the conqueror. Once everyone was through, slave F got the mirror and walked around again. I couldn't believe how I looked and felt. I was nothing but a hairless object.

"Excellent, Masters. We now have a bunch of slave objects here. We need a group pic at this point. Nate," he shouted, and Nate came quickly. Taking Master Mark's phone, he got us ready for the pic.

Mark lined us up. Mark stood in the middle and told slave F to kneel in front of him. He had MasterJ take a chair on one side of him and Master Clark on the other. Then he had Jay and myself kneel on each side of MasterJ with our "Master for the Night" standing behind us. He repeated it on the other side with Master Clark and his slaves. Five naked slaves, letters on their chest, with seven clothed men was making this faggot bone up again.

"The last demonstration will be around flogging. Master Clark and MasterJ, would you tie up slave F to the cross." While Master Mark kept talking, Clark and Jeromy took slave F and tied him to the cross that Jay had been on. "True flogging is done with a flogger. If you use a cane, that is caning a faggot and if you had a single tail whip, you would be whipping a faggot. Flogging is with a good flogger." He pulled out a flogger with a handle about a foot long and the tails just over a foot long. "So, when you flog, you need to be precise on what you're doing. Care to add anything to the Master Clark or MasterJ?"

Jeromy spoke up, "The one thing you need to do is keep in touch with your slave. Ya, it's an object, but you still need to see where its mind is at all times. From time to time in flogging I will stop and feel where I flogged, not to just feel the warmth of it, but to get a sense of where the dumb faggot's head is in the process."

"Good thoughts. Tonight, I am just going to do about a 5-minute flogging, because I know you four Masters are ready to take your slaves for your private fun. So, this is just showing you technique of standing, how to handle a flogger and what MasterJ was talking about. Let's go."

And with that being said, he started flogging slave F. His back lit up with red pretty fast, but he was handling it very well. After about 5 minutes, he stopped. Clark and Jeromy undid him and told him to get down on his hands and knees and kiss Master Mark's boots and thank him for the flogging, which is what he did.

Once all that was completed, Mark gave some final instructions. "Tonight, you each get the slave for the whole night. Tomorrow is going to be different. I remind you that the following are the rules are still in play that I talked about early."

He must have told them these rules when they first got here, because I really don't remember any rules. Once Mark said them, I realized that they were the usual ideas. No permanent marks, no blood, no body modifications, use safe words of red' and yellow' etc., nothing shocking.

"Now Masters you can use any part of the stable or around the stable, but you are responsible for the slave tonight so that when their owners get them back, tomorrow, they are in tack. Any questions?"

They all just mumbled that they didn't. With that, Mark attached a leash to each of us and handed the leash to the respective `Master of the Night' and off we all went.

Bruno wasted no time with me as he told me to get on all fours. Once there, he led me outside a little bit away from the stable. He had me sit and then he got in front of me, unzipped his pants and said, "I've need to pee for quite a while, so faggot Davy, get ready for one hell of a shower." He must have really needed to piss, because it took no time for him to start. Spraying my face first, he coated me in a thick coach of piss. He had me open my mouth and I swallowed some, then it was a golden shower to end all golden showers. He had pissed, I swear, a tub full of urine on and in me. Again, the piss makes this faggot feel more like a faggot with each drop. After he finished, he lit up a cigar and let the piss just soak in. Not sure what he had drank all day, but there was a strong aroma with this round of piss.

While sitting there, I noticed Master Clark and MasterJ take slave F back to the main house. About halfway there, Jeromy made him get on all fours and he rode him like a house to the house. I was just glad that Jeromy was finding some fun with him.

Bruno finished his cigar and then told me to stand up. He took out a cock ring with an extra hole on it. While trying to get it on me, he kept hitting my cock and balls. He wasn't gentle at all on getting it on me, which made my cock wilt a bit. I am sure that helped it get it on quicker. Once on, he unleashed the dog leash, from my collar, and reattached it to the cock ring. Not saying a word, he just started walked with me being pulled by the leash, now attached to my cock, and Bruno did pull on it as we walked. We went up to his room and he filled me in on some of the night's activities. While filling me in on ideas, he had me stand facing him as he sat in the chair. The whole time, he worked my cock and balls over rather well.

"Now Davy," saying in such a degrading manner, "we will have some fun tonight. I did tell you back in the dorm that the next time you saw me, I would fuck that nice ass of yours. I really can't wait to find out if it's as good as your faggot son's ass, but I'm sure I'll not be disappointed. First, we're gonna have to make sure that ass is loose enough for my cock, so a bit of time, on the fuck machine downstairs will help with that. Then it will be fucking time for Master Bruno. The only other things for sure tonight are we're going to have picture time and the sleeping arrangements, which will have you in a position for me to torture that cock of yours all night. This will be fun boy!"

With that said, he stood up and yanked my leash and off to the fucking machine we went. He seemed to have a good idea of where things were, because we walked right to the stall with the fucking machine. There was a fuck bench for me to get on, which once I did, he started strapping me down. Then I felt the lube being applied to my ass as he worked a couple of fingers in. Once done, he got the machine lined up with my ass, with the machine's arm extend out. He inserted the dildo into my ass and turned on the machine. Starting to go in and out of my ass, it didn't seem too bad.

"Okay Davy," again in that degrading tone, "I set the machine for 10 minutes. Each minute it will pick up the pace so you will feel it going faster with each one. While you enjoy your ass being worked on, I'm going back to my room to change into some clothes for the occasion. I shouldn't be gone for more than 5 minutes, but the machine will turn off in 10, whether I am here or not. Enjoy the feeling."

Blindfolding me and putting headphones on me, with that same hypnotic message, he left me to feel the dildo. I felt it speeding up, and I knowing that each time, I must be getting close to the end. It started ramming me harder and faster. All at once, It just stopped with no warning. I laid there wondering if Bruno had returned. After several minutes, again, time is hard to tell, someone lifted the headphones off my ears. The dildo was removed, which did leave an empty sensation in my ass. Finally, the blindfold lifted and there was Bruno in front of me wearing a leather harness, a black jockstrap and Wesco boots. His jock was barely keeping his semi-hard cock in. Walking up to me, he spit on my face and told me that I looked like such a faggot. After untying me, he again yanked on the leash and I got off the bench and followed him outside. We went around to the back side of the stable.

"Okay Davy, you've had enough lube for me to fuck you, but I'm not putting lube on my cock."

He unhooked the leash and demanded, "get into the mud pit you faggot."

I walked into the mud pit knee high. Pointing down at me, I let my body fall into the pit and got lots of mud on me. Bruno was taking off his boots, and harness while I was doing this. It was getting dark, but there was a spotlight on the mud pit from the stable. The jock came off to reveal his massive cock, now almost fully erect. He started walking towards the pit and walked right in. Reaching me, he threw mud at me and grabbed me, shoving mud on my tits as well as my cock and balls. Then came the clue of what lube he was going to use...the mud itself. He bent me over and shoved mud up my ass. It was a very strange feeling to say the least.

"Good the pig is ready," came from near the stable.

Even with mud covering my face, I was able to make out Master Mark getting undressed.

"Think this pig needs to be spit roasted, do agree Master Bruno."

"Oh, most definitely."

Mark walked into the pit as Bruno had me get on all fours. Mark's cock was getting mud on it as he walked up to me.

"Well Master Bruno, after you. Go ahead and get end ready."

Bruno started to shove his cock up my ass, which was full of mud. I could feel some of the mud oozing out of my asshole as he was fucking me. Mark grabbed my face and put his muddy cock in front of me. He slowly moved it to me saying things like, `open up piggy...that's a good piggy.' With my mouth open he shoved his muddy cock in and started face fucking me. The two of them were doing this to me for maybe 10 minutes. Part of me thinks it was shorter and part of me thinks it was 2 hours...time is not making sense. The two of them were pumping hard and making comments.

Then Bruno said, "Oh fuck I'm about ready to cum up this pig's ass."

"Go for it, cause I'm cumming now," which Mark started shooting several loads down my muddy windpipe.

I felt Bruno's cum up my ass shortly after that. They high fived each other and then collapsed on me, push my whole body into the mud pit. Mark got out of the pit and walked over to the hose, so he could hose us down.

"Let the pig come up here and I will hose it down."

I got up and walked out of the pit. Mark turned on the hose, with the cold water and sprayed me down good. He again would have me get on all fours to make sure my ass was clean as well.

"Looks good to me, my turn," Bruno said.

"Oh no, Masters don't take cold showers. Let's walk up to the house and this slave can clean us both in the warm shower by the pool."

"Sounds great," Bruno said as he exited the pit covered in mud. He reattached the leash and we walked up.

The shower was big enough for four or five people, so they both got in there. They let most of the mud come off with the shower, but then told me to get the shower and clean both of them. As I was cleaning them, they both got excited again (I was still hard as a rock from all the activity). Then Mark grabbed Bruno's cock.

"Nice fucking piece of meat there boy."

"Thanks Mark."

"Out here it is Master Mark"

"Oh, sorry, Master Mark."

As Bruno turned to rinse off some soap from his back, Mark slapped his ass."

"Fucking nice ass boy. Too bad you're not a faggot, cause this piece of meat would love to venture up that crack."

Bruno just smiled. Then Mark grabbed him and planted a huge kiss on him. They were lip-locked for about a minute plus.

"If you ever want a man to have fun with this ass," squeezing Bruno's ass, "all you have to do is ask boy."

"I'll remember that," Bruno said with a bit of weirdness in his voice.

"Okay, have slave D dry you off and you go have a good night boy."

"Thanks."

Bruno had me dry him off, then he led me back to the stable. He took me up on the platform and strap me into the cross. He walked over and got the flogger that Master Mark used on slave F.

"I just want to try this for a while to see if I like it at all. Just a little reddening of the slave's back."

He proceeded to flog me, but not extremely hard. He was making good hits and I could feel my back getting warm from all the hits. This went on for about 10 or 15 minutes, but then he walked up and started to rub my back. His hands felt great.

After untying me, he led me back up to the room. He pulled something out from the closet and put it on the bed. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was very long. Then he got a black marker. He had me stand with my hands behind my head. He took several pics of this. He had me turn around and bend over. He wrote something on my ass, and again I heard the pics. Turning back around, he wrote something at the top of my chest, which I couldn't see. Some more pics. He told me not to look down, but then he did a bunch of writing on my stomach, my legs and my cock. Again, with the pics.

"Okay. It is getting late and I do want a little shut eye, so I need to get slave Davy ready for bed. Get up over here, slave," he said in a commanding voice.

I moved to the end of the bed. He then pickup up the long thing and had me step in. He then enveloped me in this item, which then I realized was a sleep sack. Once in place he zipped it up the front. It did cover me, including my head, completely. I couldn't see anything from that moment on. There was a place for my nose to breath out of and a zipper at the mouth, which he kept open. My arms were tight to my sides and I couldn't move. He picked me up and laid me face down on the bed. Feeling something be attached to me on my backside, Bruno was working hard. These attachments were at feet, just above my ass, near the corner of my shoulder blades and one on top of my head. Hearing a sound of a motor, I started to rise off the bed. It stopped about 2 to 3 feet off the bed. There I was suspended in a sleep sack. How weird it felt to be so helpless. I was like that for quite a while without anything happening. All I could hear was what sounded like Bruno on the computer.

Not sure how much time had passed, but I could hear Bruno turning down the bed and assumed then, stripped to get into bed. I could sense he was crawling under me then immediately spit in my face. He then under-did three zippers. Two of them were over my nipples. He played with my nipples, twisting them and teasing them. He put on each of them tit clamps with small weights on them. The clamps were painful enough, but with the weights, it made it twice as painful. The other zipper was at my crotch. He pulled out my cock and balls. Like the tits, he played with them for a while, noy being very being nice. He was doing some real tough cbt on them. We did this for quite a while until he somehow stood up.

"Before going to sleep, I need to take a piss. Opening your fucking mouth slave."

With my mouth open, he stuck the semi-hard cock in and started pissing. I swallow almost all of it so it would not go on the bed. I wasn't sure he was done, so I started to suck on his cock. I mean I couldn't see anything, so I had to rely on my instincts. He let me suck for a short time, then pulled out.

"Time for shut eye slave. Enjoy what sleep you get."

He said nothing else that night, but would swing the weights every so often, or play with my cock and balls, sometimes with his feet. There would be moments that nothing would be going on and I think I would fall asleep, but it was never that long, because he would start up again. This was the whole night, so I never got any deep sleep, but a bunch of naps and lots of unique wake-up calls through out the night. I am sure my cock never slept.