The food had been revolting, but he was so hungry that Guy had eaten it all. He then received a severe hosing down before being thrown into a small cage, barely large enough for him to stretch out. The next morning he was taken immediately to a room that resembled a Vets office, he had seen them in England when his dog was ill. No one spoke to him but he was first sat in a chair and given a haircut and a shave. While this was being done cream was being applied to his slave brand. Next he was laid on an examination table and shaved front and rear of all body hair. He protested only once. The two seriously hard slaps from Samson across his already bruised bottom were enough. He blushed profusely as he felt hands pulling his butt cheeks apart to allow the barber to shave into the crack, but he daren't protest again.
Finally he was finished and a very attractive young man took him for a shower, pampered him and made him feel good. He sprung wood but the young man didn't do anything with it. Dried, oiled lightly to make his body look incredible and the young man walked him through to see his new owner, reminding him.
"The Master is very good to us, but he demands instant and complete obedience. If you balk at anything asked of you, or hesitate complying with an order he is quite brutal."
Guy was an honours graduate, in other words, very intelligent, he took all this in and resolved to heed the young boy's words.
Stood in front of his new master, Guy didn't know about slaves not looking directly at free men, so, he scoped out this young male that was now, apparently, his owner. Raul smiled, and that smile lit up his whole face. Guy gasped. He had not noticed the evening he had met Raul, just how attractive he was.
"I must remember that you are totally untrained, or I will be tearing your arse apart. Guy, you may not look me, or any free man directly in the eyes. I am going to train you to be my personal slave and my body slave, but first, we must get rid of that awful white patch."
Guy was immediately struck by the very cultivated accent of his new master. He sounded like an English Public School graduate.
"I know you, you deliberately got me drunk so that this would happen to me."
Raul smiled, "I cannot lie, that's the truth, and now I must punish you for speaking out of turn."
The pain of ten more with the paddle, on top of what he had already received rendered Guy speechless. He thought he may never speak again, this amount of pain was stupefying.
"Take him away. Return him to me when he is a respectable colour all over, and has learnt to control his mouth. Under no circumstances though is anyone to fuck him. I want his cherry."
Raul was similar height to Guy, darker in colour and with a shaved head. Even under the shirt and shorts, Guy realised, his new master was built, not someone he thought he would want to tangle with. He was led away by Samson to start his training and his colour change.
The tanning was the only pleasant part of his day, the pool area was very attractive and he was allowed to swim in between tanning periods, all carefully regulated by Samson. The gym wasn't too bad, but he wasn't a real jock so this part of his training was a strain. Samson informed him that any lack of effort would result in punishment.
"You will call me Sir, and you will perform at 100% effort all the time. If you wish to talk other than to answer questions you must ask permission. When you are in the presence of free men you may not even do that. Do you understand?"
Guy nodded and then remembering, very quickly said, "Yes Sir, permission to ask a question?"
"Go ahead," was the reply.
"What kind of things will I be expected to do for my master, and is this really for life?"
"That is two questions, but I will answer them. Firstly, yes, this is for life. As for the other. The master is gay, so he will expect you to give him stupendous blowjobs, which I will teach you how to do. He will also fuck you regularly, and I expect you will do the same for his friends. He is something of a voyeur so no doubt he will want to watch me fuck you as well, he likes to watch my man rammer enter little boy's anuses."
Guy looked down and took in the bulge in Samson's shorts, it looked substantial and that was soft. Samson saw where his eyes went and just flopped his tool out of the leg. Guy gasped, it looked about ten inches long, and that was soft. Guy didn't think he was gay so this reply shook him to his core. He couldn't imagine taking another man's cock in his mouth, and certainly not in his arse. Looking again at Samson's appendage, he wondered how much longer, and more importantly, thicker it got. He remembered his medical before he came out to the island. The doctor had pushed one finger up his arse to check his prostate gland that had been uncomfortable, he couldn't even begin to imagine what that monster cock would feel like. Samson obviously could because he started to elongate and thicken, Guy gulped when it was so thick that Samson couldn't get his fingers round it.
"You might as well see what you have to be prepared to take at sometime in the future, but don't worry, the master and his friends will no doubt be opening you up before they let me have your arse, and they are all smaller than me."
That was little consolation, and on top of that, Guy thought about the shame of being used like a woman, and in front of other people.
The first lesson in cock sucking got him another paddling as he balked at taking Samson in his mouth.
"I am going to warn you no more. If you balk again at any instruction I will use the cane instead of the paddle, and if you still disobey me I will ask the master for permission to use the whip."
Guy knew now that he would have to subvert his revulsion and start to enthuse over this action.
"Now, lick the top side from tip to base until it rises far enough for you to lick the head only."
Guy started this voyage of discovery. The taste was ok, Samson was clean and smelt fresh. Samson noticed the surprise on Guy's face.
"The master is a hygiene freak, so all of his friends, and myself will always be clean when you service us. For you that will be particularly important when you have to rim any of them."
Permission granted to ask a question and Guy found out what rimming was. He thought that was the most disgusting thing he had ever heard, he couldn't even conceive of the act of licking another man's arse, never mind the anus itself.
"If you are anything less than totally satisfactory for the master's friends, they will use your mouth as a urinal when they have finished with you, so you had better start getting enthusiastic."
Guy's mind was reeling at all this new information, and this was for life? He couldn't believe it.
Samson, like the master had a shaved head, but he was a different ethnic mix, part Negro, Guy thought, a light coffee colour that could actually have been a tan, full lips and a slightly wider than aquiline nose. Stocky and patently strong, Guy knew this was another man he didn't want to tangle with. Like most of the other slaves he saw in his time on the island, Samson was shaved, as he was, but at least the barber had left him with a reasonable amount of his head hair. He didn't understand why until much later in his tenure here.
When Samson was as erect as he could get, with his foreskin pulled back over the head Guy had to suckle his glans.
"Keep your teeth covered, but use your tongue to lick all over the glans, particularly the ridge at the bottom. Yes, that's good, now suck on it, good, take some more into your mouth and then bob up and down on it."
Guy followed each instruction to the best of his ability and realised that there was actually nothing revolting in what he was doing. Samson's cock was interesting, mainly because of its size, but also the fact that it was uncut. The head was pink and very sensitive, patently so judging by the cooing sounds coming from its owner. Guy looked up and smiled at the expression on Samson's face.
"You are good, Boy. Now use your hands and start to play with my balls, slick up one hand to do that, and use your other hand to stroke my body, play with my nipples."
The action was very much to Samson's liking, and much faster than he intended he realised he was about ready to cum.
"Now, take me as deep into your mouth as you can. I'm going to cum and I want you to swallow all of it. Waste any and you get the cane."
Guy nearly vomited at the thought, eating another man's cum was an awful act. He felt Samson's cock swelling and knew he was about to get it. He screwed his eyes tight shut and continued. The first jet of cum was almost too powerful to stop himself choking, but he managed, and then took several more. He couldn't believe how much there was and he had to keep swallowing to make sure he didn't spill any. He let the cock slide slowly towards the entrance of his mouth hoping to be able to contain the discharge. Before it finished he had analysed the taste. It was a bit gooey but the taste was not unpleasant, a little salty if anything but nothing to get upset about.
`I think I can get used to this', was Guy's thought as he licked round his mouth and lips.
Samson was very pleased with this new boy on his first attempt at cock sucking. He was even more satisfied when he looked down and realised Guy had sprung a boner as well.
"Good, for your first attempt. Now I want you to lay back and masturbate yourself to orgasm."
Guy immediately started to shrink.
"That wasn't a request boy, that was an order, now get to it."
Guy struggled, but eventually got fully erect and after quite a long time managed to orgasm, looking very ashamed at having jacked off in front of another man.
"Reward time, out to the pool and sunbathe, rotate every fifteen minutes and no longer than an hour and a half, then hit the gym again for another circuit."
Guy relaxed now, knowing that for the next few hours he was going to be doing normal stuff. When he came in from the pool Samson was waiting in the gym.
"Before you start your circuit I think we need to get you used to certain positions. When you are called in front of a free man you stand feet slightly apart, hands clasped behind your back and eyes looking at the floor. That is Rest, if anyone says Display, you spread your legs very wide and grip your hands behind your head, chest out, shoulders back, tummy in and looking straight ahead. You will usually be played with in that position, front and back. You must not move whatever is done to you. Last is Spread, when that is said you bend over as far as you can, bring your hands behind you and spread your arse cheeks so that your anus is on proper display. You will almost certainly be fingered when that happens, but you don't move, even if the fingers are replaced by a cock you remain still unless told otherwise. Now we'll try them."
Guy had no problem with the first two even though Samson played with him in display position. Spread was a different beast though. He felt incredible shame at having to spread his own arse cheeks to reveal fully his most private place. When Samson touched his anus he jumped up and turned round to face him, blushing furiously.
"You don't learn boy do you?
He was grabbed in a full nelson, bent over a weight bench, before he could react straps were tightened round his torso, and Samson spread his legs wide and locked them into a spacer bar. His arms were similarly confined and then it started. First, a finger fucked him for a minute, and then he received two strokes of the cane on his arse making him scream with the pain. Next were two fingers before another two strokes. Finally, three fingers fucked him for several minutes and he received the final two strokes of the cane. He was released and ordered into Display and then immediately after, Spread. Samson then stroked his sore butt again. For what seemed an eternity Samson stroked his body as well as his bottom before fingering him, now with four fingers, rotating them and pushing in as far as they would go.
"Stand up, face me, now, what have you to say to me?"
Guy looked bemused and partly out of it. Nothing was said so Samson once again had him over a bench, this time, no restraints he just used his hand on an already very sore butt to emphasise each word.
"I'm sorry Sir, I will never disobey you again, Sir."
That was the last time Samson had to chastise Guy. During the next week he became a more than adequate cock sucker and also learnt how to pleasure another male. He learnt not to move when he was fingered and he was told how to use his muscles when he was fucked.
"The master intends to take your cherry in front of his friends, and probably his uncle. You were supposed to be working for the uncle so he'll feel he needs to give him some entertainment to compensate him."
Guy was very definitely not happy with that, but what could he do.