Master Eddie unbolts and lifts off the top section of the stocks. I thankfully stretch my neck and arms. He frees the others and takes us back to the kitchen where, in spite of our filthy state, we're allowed to sit at the table and eat bread and soup. With spoons! As we finish, we leap to attention as Master Charles enters the kitchen.
"Now, get up to the dormitory. I want you washed, showered and shaved. Take enemas until you run completely clear."
I run with the others upstairs. We all shower together to save time. I find my toilet bag and shave the stubble from my face, armpits, scrotum and penis. Christian and Gary bend over in turn, pull their cheeks apart and I shave their holes and then their bottom cheeks. In return they give me three enemas, watch me expel and enjoy my embarrassment. When we're all spic and span, we troop down to the hall, line up naked and wait. Master Charles and Master Grant come in soon after wearing dinner suits and bow ties. Master Jim arrives in his full leather gear carrying a jug of water.
"Open your mouths." He snaps.
I open my mouth wide and I presume the other four do the same. Master Jim walks along the row, pops a pill into each of our slave mouths and then comes back down the line holding the jug for us to take a swallow. After that not a word is spoken. The three Masters inspect us carefully in turn. Master Charles starts directing Master Jim and Master Grant as to how he wants us arranged. They bring forward a small table to the centre of the room. Gary is ordered onto it and the Masters pose him doglike on all fours. Christian is put on another table and bent over with his stiff cock in his own mouth. Terry is bent over and made to spread his cheeks. I'm placed on another table with my legs above my head, my hands linked in front to hold them in place so that my thighs are spread and my puckered anus is on public view. My raging hard on is inches from my nose. Only Henry is left and I notice Master Charles pull him to one side.
"You're already spoken for boy. Sit on the floor."
The front door bell rings. Master Jim opens it and four men enter. The eldest is about fifty with iron-grey hair, stern good looks, wearing leather cap, jacket, jeans and boots. The youngest is almost a twin of Master Jim except he's wearing white trousers and a white shirt. The other two are big handsome looking guys both wearing jeans and denim shirts. One is about forty with a completely shaved head and the other about thirty with close-cropped dark hair. My eyes are on the huge baskets they all sport in the fork of their pants and my prick sticks up with excitement. I notice my fellow slaves are all equally excited. The newcomer's eyes are on the exhibited slaves.
"Welcome gentlemen", said Master Charles, shaking hands with the four men.
He turns and indicates his two assistants "Master Jim and Master Grant."
"I'm Lucas." The guy in leather says. He walks over and shakes hands with Jim and Grant.
The other three do likewise and I hear their names. The bald guy is Pat, the smaller guy in white is Jeff and the other one is Alex.
"Feel free to examine the slaves gentlemen." Master Charles waves his hand at us.
Master Lucas makes a beeline for Gary and starts running his hands over him. Master Jeff makes Terry his choice and Master Pat moves over to examine Christian's exposed arsehole. Master Alex I'm delighted to see comes towards me smiling. I close my eyes as Master Alex delicately runs a finger over my exposed anus. He takes some spit from his mouth, applies it and slides his finger into me. He's looking into my eyes and I lick me lips to try and show how much I need his finger. He inserts another finger and I whimper. Keeping his fingers well in my hole, he pulls my legs down and my body up so my mouth is on his left tit. I start to suck instantly. He continues finger-fucking me and moves my mouth to his other nipple. I suck avidly. He raises my mouth up to his armpit and I eat his perspiring hairy flesh and hope it feels as good to him as it does to me. He gently transfers me to his other armpit and I lick it out. Now he brings my mouth up to his and kisses me. I open my mouth to receive his thick masculine tongue and I suck on it as if it was his cock. His fingers are still in me and he pulls me towards him and my naked body is pressed against his rough denim. He can't know how this drives me wild unless he notices how my tongue sucking accelerates. Now he entwines a leg around both my legs and I find myself lifted off the table with his fingers still up my hole and the other arm wrapped tightly around me. I can't fully describe my feelings of wondrous capture in this hunk's embrace. He withdraws his tongue and concentrates on kissing me so ardently I'm in a daze. He stops kissing and finger fucking and lowers me to the floor. He switches his body around so he's squatting over my face and grabs hold of my stiff prick. An inch above my face I gaze at the crotch seam of his jeans and breathe in the manly scent of his crutch and wish he was naked so I could wash his arsehole with my tongue. Above him I see Master Jim tapping Master Alex on the back. He leaves me and stands up. If he hadn't I would have shot my load.
All four Masters stand back. Like myself, the other slaves are standing or lying on the floor in different states of sexual arousal, still displaying rampant shaven cocks. For the moment we are ignored as Henry, naked and also with a fully erect penis, enters carrying a tray and offers each Master a glass of champagne.
"What about this one?" asks Master Jeff, slapping Henry's bottom.
"Sorry, he's not available," said Master Charles, "he's already spoken and paid for."
I notice a look of concern on Henry's face. What does that mean?
"Before we move onto tonight's auction, there is one final ceremony I know you gentlemen will enjoy witnessing. Lie face down slaves. In a line. You too boy." Charles taps Henry's arm.
I find myself at one end of the line. Master Jim kicks all our legs apart. Out of the corner of my eye I see Master Grant plug something into an electric socket and hand whatever is at the other end of the cable to Master Charles.
"As these five slaves have successfully completed the course. To show that and, of course more importantly, so Masters will know they have, we mark them. Ah, I think it's ready."
I hear Gary give an agonising scream at the other end of the line. A slight pause and then Terry. Another pause and then Henry. Then Christian next to me. I tense myself, not know what is being done or where it's being done. A set of hands I know are Master Jim's because of the leather gloves, grip my head and turn it to one side. Someone else, I presume Master Grant, kneels astride my back and holds me down. I feel something hot near my neck and then an excruciating, sizzling hot, burning sensation as I'm branded high up on my neck. I can smell my burnt flesh and I scream out loud. Master Grant applies something cool, but for a few minutes the pain is unbearable. The hands release me and I writhe around on the floor, my hands hovering near to my neck, but not daring to touch because of the extreme tenderness.
"Come on, it didn't hurt that much you whimps. Back on your feet." Master Jim lands a boot in my ribs and moves on to kick the others.
We line up while Master Grant refills the guests' glasses. Master Charles is behind a table wielding a gavel. Master Jim pushes Gary forward.
"This slave has been made available by his owner for one night to the highest bidder. If you are into obedient dogs, this one's for you."
"Five." Offers Master Jeff.
"Twenty." Alex shouts.
"I'll offer the maximum, one hundred." Master Lucas speaks quietly.
"Then you have him Master Lucas."
Master Lukas attaches a leash to Gary's collar and leads him upstairs on all fours. I watch him go wondering who will bid for me. My owner must be making me available too. The charade of bidding goes on and those bidding a hundred inevitably take the slave they want. Master Jeff leads Terry upstairs and Master Pat takes Christian.
"Let me offer one hundred for this one." Master Alex grips my arm and leads me upstairs.
I look back and see Henry kneeling on the floor and kissing the feet of Master Charles, Master Jim and Master Grant. In spite of the auction game, it seems the Masters had already made their choices when they first examined us. That I'd been the choice of Master Alex couldn't have pleased me more. Very unslave like, but I feel very proud as this hunk of a man hurries me along the upper corridor to his room. In addition to a bed, armchairs and wardrobe, it also contains a leather sling and a punishment stool. Master Alex forces me to bend over the leather-upholstered stool with my legs together.
"I'm going to punish you boy because I enjoy punishing slaves. I'm not tying you down because obedient slaves should give themselves willingly to the punishment. I like to hear a slave scream so feel free boy." His deep sexy voice adds to the thrill I feel at having the opportunity to prove myself as his slaveboy.
The rapid repetition of the cane on my bare bottom sounds like a drumroll. He obviously knows what he's doing as he warms me up. I lie still. The tempo of the caning changes. Less rapid, but harder. At this stage I'm still actually enjoying being caned like a naughty boy. The slower the whacks arrive, the harder they become. I begin to wriggle. I'm tempted to clutch my arse with my hands. I know better than to do that, but can't help whimpering. Tears in my eyes, I kick my legs up and down.
"Another ten boy. Stay still."
I taste the salty tears running down my face and grit my teeth. I must do it. Survive it. Be a good slave.
"Okay boy, stand up."
Master Alex drops the cane, pulls me towards him. My naked body is up against his rough denim. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my still rock hard prick. He reaches behind and runs his hands up and down my hot and tender bottom. In his arms like this after being punished by him, I'm overcome by a submissive feeling of love for him. I belong to him. He can do anything he wants. He brings one of his hands up to my face, wipes away my tears and kisses my eyelids. He slides his tongue and mouth to my left ear.
"You need fucking boy."
"Yes Master."
"Take my clothes off and make me ready."
My hands tremble as I unbutton his shirt, take it off, fold it and place it on the stool. I kneel and remove his boots and socks. The feel and smell of his feet as I kiss them is overpowering. I kneel up, my face close against his jeans, and undo his belt and the zip. I fold his jeans back and can see his wonderful thick upright penis and smell his manliness. I gently take his jeans down and lift his feet out of them. Isn't it so natural for a slave to do this for his Master? I fold the jeans and place them on the stool. I recall his recent order 'make me ready'. It can only mean one thing. I lift my head and starting at the tip I gradually swallow the whole of his magnificent Master's cock, running my tongue around it. I suck on it tenderly, alternately tightening and relaxing my lips. I look at the gaping piss slit, suck out and devour his pre-cum. Then insert the tip of my tongue into my Master's most intimate slit and clean it. The cock grows and hardens even more and he plunges it into my throat. I choke and instinctively try to withdraw. He places his hands on the back of my head and holds me. I can't escape. I'm suffocating. I'm released, lifted and manhandled into the sling. He shackles my wrists above my head, spreads my legs and fastens my ankles. He gobs on my exposed hole and forces his iron hard rod half way into me. I yell out.
"Oh please Master... please, I can't take it..."
"You can boy. You will. You need fucking. You're asking for it. Take it."
I scream as he sinks further and further into me. He withdraws almost entirely and drives swiftly back in. Then out and in, a steady rhythm of fuck thrusts. I'm taking it. He's my Master and it's my duty to please him. I rock backwards and forwards in tune with his continuing demanding piston strokes. He's grinning and looking into my eyes and I smile back.
"Yeah, you need fucking slaveboy. That's what you're for bitchboy. Just fucking, fucking... yeah fucking... aaargh."
I feel a super load of spunk injected into me. I actually feel the huge spurts. I lie back, content at being his subservient bumboy slave, glorying in his masculine domination. I feel his cock relaxing and see it hanging hugely between his legs as he withdraws. Holding it, he comes around to my head and feeds it into my mouth. I clean it eagerly, tasting his juicy semen. He goes to the table and I can hear him pouring a drink and then see him drinking. He leans over and dribbles beer into my mouth, before moving away to rest on the bed. Worn out, I doze off into a deep sleep. Twice in the night I wake and find Master Alex fucking me. Each time he shoots and impregnates me with his seed. This is what I'm for.
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