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Gay Uniform Slave
Part 9. New for old.
Part 9
You two better go back down, there's another one being interviewed, the Slave-Master said to me and 28.
We went back and I waited outside until the lamp went on.
This was altogether different.
I went in and stood where I had before. The young guy - really only a boy - was devastatingly good looking and had a mop of blond hair. He was dressed casually in a very tight white t-shirt and jeans. As I took my place and he saw me, he said in a low voice:
Oh my god.
He looked me up and down, and in a move I could only remember from movies and had never seen in real life, he put his hand to his forehead. I could even see him licking his lips.
Even from where I was standing I could see the bulge in his trousers grow and become pronounced, and Jenson had obviously seen it too. My cock stiffened and rose, became rigid. More pre-cum started to leak from its glistening head.
Is that what I will be wearing? The kid asked Jenson, without really taking his eyes of my enlarging cock.
Yes. Is that a problem?
Definitely not. Said the kid. Can I have the job?
For the first time I could see Jenson somehow on the back foot. Er, if you will sign this documentation, then I will ask 31 here to measure you for your uniform.
The kid snatched the document and signed it without even looking.
I guess I should strip off, he said.
That would be advisable, Jenson said, but the boy had already begun taking off his t-shirt. He stood up, and dropped his jeans. He was wearing a skimpy white jock-strap underneath and the front barely contained his quite enormous cock and balls, the former very erect and there was a damp patch of pre-cum spreading. He dropped it to the floor and stepped out of it, his cock springing to a completely upright rigid position, as he stood before us both naked and erect. His cock and balls were already completely hairless.
I did not really need it, but an electrical impulse form my scrotum sent my cock vertical and rock hard, and yet more ribbons of pre-cum started to leak down its side. I felt the head brush against the bottom of my shirt, leaving a slight sticky patch as it went.
Well, I can see that you are, er, keen. Said Jenson. Would you like to show me and 31 what you can do with your tongue?
Yes. Yes I would. He said, coming towards me, and getting instinctively to his knees. He took my cock-head into his mouth and began running his tongue around its rim and hole, feeling and caressing with his tongue every ridge and bump of my cock head as it slipped further into his mouth. He thrust his own head forward and took the entire length of my shaft into his mouth and throat, now licking the base of my cock and the top of my scrotum with his rapacious tongue. He instigated me fucking his face with backwards and forwards motions, and as my cock-head rubbed against the top of his throat, I could feel myself about to come. He withdrew slightly and ran his tongue again around the rim of my helmet. It was too much and I started to orgasm. Spasms of cum shot from my cockhead into his mouth and he carried on rubbing and caressing until there was no more.
He withdrew and opened his mouth so that both Jenson and I could see the bottom of his mouth was completely filled with my white salty juice. He rolled it around his mouth and swallowed it all.
Thank you Sir he said to me. It was an astonishing moment.
I regained my composure and my upright position. My cock, too, did not fully deflate before at a buzzing from my scrotum it jerked back to a semi-erect position, although I felt I was a long way away from being able to cum again for a while.
I think you will fit in well here, said Jenson.
I hope so Sir, the boy answered.
Take his measurements 31, and let's get him looking the part.
This one took the whole being measured, getting dressed, and slave lecture stuff in his stride, In fact I could swear he winked at me as I pulled on the rubber cage over his once more erect cock and balls.
When 28 had put the chloroform over his mouth, Jenson said -- almost hissed -- Sometimes too keen. We'll see what we have to do to sort that. And stormed out of the room.
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While these two new ones were off, having things welded onto, and sewn, pierced and inserted into them, the rest of us carried on.
We had been told, I vaguely remembered, there was something `special' that night, although what that could be I could not imagine.
As, usual we were washed and dried, shiny shirts, shiny bald heads and shiny metal bands. But there were only five of us there and in uniform. We were taken to the main lounge room area of the big house.
All three of the Masters were there, including Jenson. They were wearing very smart suits, white shirts and ties. The officer was there, but not the other Slave-Master, but with the five of us, it all felt like something was about to happen.
Gentlemen, said the main Master. Today we have accepted two new recruits into your ranks. At least one of whom will become part of your group after their training.
So, we need to shrink the co-hort.
As I am sure you have noticed, with all the electrical, chemical and physical stimulation we give you (at which precise point a buzz was sent from our scrotums to our prostrates and back again causing instant erections all round) you do have a certain shelf life, and I am sad to say that two of your number have reached theirs.
Two, I wondered, and just then the door opened and the other Slave-Master came in, with two slaves, erect and in their uniforms, but somehow obviously having been broken. One was an older guy I had never seen before, and the other was 24 - Dave - who had woken up before me a few days earlier and discussed his plans to escape.
12 here has been with us for so long that we feel he has come to the end of his ability to serve us. His ability to become erect and cum on demand has waned and it is time for him to retire. I don't think he particularly wants to leave, but he must.
24 on the other hand, is in his prime, but his attitude is not. Today he tried to escape and shed the role of slave with us. This cannot, obviously be tolerated and so his employment here must also be terminated.
You may, or may not, be aware of the medieval punishment of being ... fucked to death.
It was applied to witches and other malicious people, usually women, but occasionally men. The rest of us cannot know, of course, but the theory is that the lead-up to death is one of the most painful, but the actual death itself is euphoric and gives its victim the most perfect final orgasm imaginable.
So, that is what will happen. To these two. Tonight.
I could see in the eyes of them both that all this was news to them both, and I realised that they were already bound, with their wrist cuffs tied together behind them. Their eyes exuded absolute panic and both began to protest. Each was already gagged by a large ball gag filling their mouths and secured around the back of their heads, their obvious screams turned to muffled moans, but each continued to protest. The two Slave-Masters then bought one each of them to the tables, each of which had two metal body-shaped cages placed on it, They were fed into the cages, and tied, wrists, ankle and necks, to them so that their arses were pronounced and upwards facing. They were both sweating enormously through their shirts and soon wet through.
Right. First each of the five of you is going to fuck each of them. Then we will, and then the machines will, quite literally fuck them to death - to continue the tradition.
I could only see the face of 24 from where I was standing but the look in his eyes of desperation and panic I will never forget.
With that the Slave-Masters bought in a huge vertical rack with a collection of dildoes and implements on it, followed by two fucking machines. I could see that the enormous dildo that had entered me that fateful night was about fourth in a line of at least fifteen, the tenth of which was larger than the size of the entire forearm and wrist of a substantial sportsman. Then they got larger still. I could see that the two slaves also saw this, with incredulity, and pained panic, in their eyes and more muffled screams.
Right, start, said the main Master. My scrotum buzzed and my cock sprang to attention, as did the five others. In turn we fucked the arses of these two slaves who had transgressed, or outlived, their usefulness. It was automatic and not-rewarding, perhaps because the five of us all suspected that this was ultimately likely to become our own fate. But still, with electrical pulses coursing through us, our cocks continued to get erect and our ability to cum multiple times was still there.
We each fucked each of them three times I think.
Then the Masters set to work, first they fucked them with their own cocks, and then they started to explore their holes with their fingers, dildoes and implements and then they fucked them again. It was all a bit joyless, but after a couple of hours, the two probably had an enormous amount of cum in their arses, and it was dribbling out from each of them.
One of us was sent to lick up each of the leaking arseholes. Not me this time, although I could see that it would happen soon enough.
The two looked spent. They had each been fucked at least eighteen or nineteen times.
And then the machines were positioned next to each of their arses and the third `smallest' dildoes were attached. The fucking machines began their rhythmical pounding, getting faster and faster until the moans from the two slaves became almost too much for their gags.
A brief respite as they were removed and larger dildo heads were screwed on and then it began again.
This happened until the dildoes entering them were as large as two men's' fists.
Meanwhile we were made to stand and look, as our own scrotum electrodes shot waves of pleasure/pain into each us causing erections and yet more pre-cum. We were sent to service the masters, although no amount of licking would get them erect for a while. I and one other slave was used as a toilet, forced to drink the hot piss of a master who did not want to leave the room for fear of missing anything.
Still the machines pounded on. Eventually the older guy passed out, with the fucking machine still ramming itself into and out of him, his body went limp in its cage and the moaning stopped.
Not long afterwards, the younger slave -- one of us -- also passed out. Still the fucking continued, into both their limp bodies.
Eventually, one of the Slave-Masters took the pulse of each, and turning to the Masters shook his head in turn.
Their -- to us - lifeless bodies were removed from the cages and taken away. The rest of us just stood there, not knowing what to do or feel.