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Gay Uniform Slave
Part 7
The day passed as they had before, although this time I was obviously in uniform the whole day, and a different, more normal sweat started to leak out of me and into my shirt. Soaked by lunchtime I nevertheless maintained a semi-erection the whole morning, and `lunch' - exactly the same as before - seemed to provide enough energy for me to to become completely hard and leaking pre-cum for the afternoon.
Wash-down time came as it had before and once the five of us were dry in the latrines, the officer said that he had some good news (what ever can constitute `good news'? I wondered), but into the courtyard , accompanied by another Slave-Master dressed identically to the officer, was bought 31 and 28.
Although he was standing tall, and looked incredibly handsome in his uniform and bindings 31 did not look somehow quite as alive as he had before, and there certainly seemed to be nothing behind his eyes. 28's shirt was completely clean and all trace of the blood had been washed away. I dreaded to think what pain had been involved in that. There was still red around the edges of his eyes though. They both looked broken somehow.
Well, you saw what these went through the day before yesterday. And I am pleased to say they have fully recovered. With that, 31's semi-limp cock sprang to attention and became rigid and engorged. But it stopped there, there was not to be another orgasm for him -- not right now anyway.
The six of us were clean, neat and all erect, as we were led back into the main lounge room of the mansion.
Ah said the Master. Here you are.
Well. Previously you all saw, or if you were lucky, experienced, the power of the devices that we have generously fitted you with.
Enough with your pleasure, of course, now it is time for you to pleasure us.
You will each take it in turns to be fucked by the other five. That's five lots of cum inside each of you, all of which is to be retained. If any leaks out, you will have to lick it up. Then you will release it into the mouth of one other slave, who will swallow it all.
Start.
Instantly all six of our cocks sprang upright to attention and a sheen of pre-cum spread across the heads.
Who was to go first. One of those whose number I did not know, but who had washed me, was pointed to by the officer and reluctantly, although still completely hard, he came forward and got onto all-fours on the table. Officer removed his butt plug, and there was his hole, ready to be filled by each of us. My turn was third, and I could tell even by then he had had enough. As I pounded in and out of him my own scrotum and cock ring pulsed pain to my prostrate and it did not take long before I pumped my cum into him, to join the two lots already there.
It occurred to me that whoever was going to have to drink from his arse was in for a big mouthful, I felt dirty that I hoped it was me. But before that I had to take my turn.
I was not sure whether this stitched-on shirt applied to anyone else apart from me and 28 -- certainly I had seen at least three of them naked, But I was worried that someone might grab mine and rip it from, and with it, my flesh. It terrified me. But I became even more hard all the same.
My turn on the table was next and I climbed onto it and spread my cheeks for the officer to remove my butt plug. The other five then began to fuck me in turn, starting with 31. I noticed, although I can hardly claim that his cock felt exactly familiar, somehow the knowledge that it had been there before comforted me.
It was very painful as the sparks of electricity caused by having cock after cock penetrate me were joined by the device in my scrotum sending pulses of pain all over my body and back again. I felt each explosion of cum inside me, each somehow hotter and more viscous than the last, and it was difficult to hold it all in. But I managed, and somehow fell or rolled off the table completely exhausted having been fucked and fucked in turn. I managed somehow to cum into the other two. Soon it was time for us to shed our loads of each others' cum into one another's open mouths. With some pleasure I saw that I was to get that from 15, he had been second so I knew there would be a lot, but he did have the most pert arse. As I squatted down and he placed his hole above me, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and he let go. The mixture of cum and sweat was heady and enormous as it flowed out like a pistol from his arse straight into my mouth and I had little choice but to open my throat to allow it to go straight down, so forceful and strong was the stream. When he had finished, I took the last mouthful and rolled it around my tongue before swallowing it. I could feel that my performance had some how pleased the masters -- although the degree to which this was a `selection process' had not occurred to me at that stage. When it was my turn to let go, I think, although am not completely sure, that it was into the mouth of poor 28, who received it like an automaton.
I stood upright and felt rivulets of cum and sweat drip from the side of my mouth onto my shirt and body.
After all six of us had had our arses and stomachs filled with the cum of the others, and our own, we stood in a line in front of the masters. With small jolting sensations from our scrotums we were once again jerked to full erections, although I really did not feel as though I could produce any more ejaculate ever again.
Well. Said one of the masters. It seems that the most capable in that process was 30, don't you agree? The one who likes all the pain. Well now it is our turn. 30 Assume the position on the table again.
Oh god I thought.
Let's take turns to put things in him, shall we? The Master said to the other two. I saw a smile curl on Jenson's lips.
Me first, he said, and came towards me, dropping his trousers as he did so.
Without any warning he rammed his erect cock into my hole. Unlike with my fellow slaves this was quite a drawn out fucking -- he obviously had not cum only a matter of moments before and as he tore into my already damaged arse, when he did cum it was full-force and hot and continuous.
Keep it in, boy, one of the other shouted, we've got a long way to go yet.
Then the `main' master came over, and with Jenson's still-erect cock still in my arse, he pushed his own in too and together they started to pound away. I couldn't tell whether this next wave of cum was from him alone or from Jenson also, but it felt like an explosion inside me.
Then, the pain started. My scrotum started sending impulses of electricity back and forth to my neck, cock and wrists. I became rock hard erect again and my shirt slowly became re-saturated with sweat and re-animated cum from the gangbang fucking earlier.
Please sir, make me cum, I found myself saying instinctively.
Oh, we will, said the master as the third one joined them, and they then took it in turns to fuck me, some on their own, in pairs, and I could swear at one point all three of them, although there were numerous dildoes around. It was relentless, and exquisitely painful.
When they had all three done, they withdrew, and one said.
Right, now release all your master's cum, and consume it down with gratitude.
I had little choice but to do as they said and let my arse go, and a great stream of cum left it and formed in a puddle on the table. When there was nothing left , I turned round and lapped it up, instinctively quickly to stop it spilling off the edge of the table, All the while a great screaming agony passing from my scrotum to all points around my body.
What do you say?
Thank you sirs for letting me eat your cum.
Right, lets block him up and try the next one, one of them said. He came towards me and showed me the largest butt plug I had ever seen, and I seriously doubted that it would fit in me, or that I would be able to walk if it did. Somehow I knew I was going to find out, and what sweat I had not already produced now further drenched my already soaked hair and shirt.
Open wide, you are already well lubricated he snarled, and then just thrust it straight into me. I caused electrical signals to flow all over my body again and I started jerking, almost dancing, involuntarily.
Strap, him officer. Let him squirm.
The officer tied me to the same wooden stand where I had experienced my pain torture the day before, and it all started again, this time the aubergine-like device in my arse taking its part and I could barely see for the jiggers of pain and electricity quite apart from my ripped anus. Eventually I blacked out.