Master Jim strapping my arse awakens me. He releases me and I join the others in the kitchen for the usual bowl of gruel. Afterwards in the slave dormitory we shave, clean ourselves out, shower and wait. It gives me the opportunity for the first time to examine my brand in the mirror. Though still red and slightly swollen, the tiny, but quite clearly visible brand has the letters SC. We all have the same brand high on our necks on the right hand side. Whatever it means, it identifies us as something. We tell each other how we fared during the night. My experience of being beaten and fucked was little different to the others. Having to cope with three Masters Poor Henry had suffered the most as his lacerated arse and over used lips bore witness to.
A grinning Master Grant comes in and leads Henry away. Soon after Master Charles arrives and then Master Jim carrying a bag. Master Charles watches as Master Jim fits me with a tight metal ring encircling both my prick and balls. Luckily my penis remains limp until the ring is fitted and then stands up erect. He fits similar rings to the others. Then slave collars. Our real collars. Mine denotes I'm the property of Master Mark. Finally I'm fitted with a large rigid black leather dildo up my arse held in place be leather straps around my thighs and waist. Christian is fitted with the same. Gary gets a dog tail dildo, leather kneepads and leather fingerless gloves to serve as front paws. Terry is made to step into some rubber shorts with an internal hard rubber dildo for his arse and an open crutch to show off his cock and balls. Master Charles steps in front of us.
"Now you are all ready to meet your owners. Before you do, let me explain the significance of the SC brand on your necks above your owners' collars. It means you are now members of the Slave Circle. You remain of course the property of your owners, but it also means any Master of the Slave Circle can use you if he wishes. He will introduce himself with the password 'School Charles' and you will then do whatever he orders. Understand?"
"Yes Master." I shout along with the others.
"I'm now going downstairs to see if your Masters have arrived. When I call you, run down the stairs and I will hand you over. Understood."
"Yes Master." We all yell.
I stand with the other waiting. Overjoyed to realise I'm about to be reunited with my Master. It's only been one weekend here at Master Charles's school, but it seems so much longer. Now I'm a branded slave. I'm eager to show my brand to Master Mark as proof of my love and obedience.
"Slave Gary." Master's Charles shouts.
Gary, in role, scampers down the stairs on all fours. A couple of minutes and Terry is called. He runs down the stairs in his rubber pants, his cock and balls on show. Two more minutes and Christian's name is called. We risk exchanging a kiss and he goes off. At last I'm called and I run down the stairs. Five Masters sit facing the stairs. Gary kneeling beside Doug, Christian beside Jason and Terry, not at the side of Don, but a Master I don't recognise. A tall, large bellied, bearded guy wearing begrimed greasy denim jeans and a shirt. I'm thankful to see my Master Mark resplendent in his black leather gear. I'm so happy to see him I smile.
"On your knees boy." A sharp crack of his strap on my bare arse and Master Jim reminds me of my place.
I fall to my knees and bow my head.
"Master Mark", says Master Charles, "your slave, marked as a slave of the 'Slave Circle'.
My Master snaps his fingers and I crawl across to kneel at his side. He checks my brand and ruffles my hair. As he does so I catch sight of the last of the Masters sitting next to him. It's Lyndon wearing a white uniform and a sort of naval officer's peaked cap.
"Slave Henry, down here at once." Barks Master Charles.
Everyone looks to the stairs. Big, hunky Henry runs down. He's wearing a short dark blue jacket, a short white skirt and white ankle socks with red sandals. The skirt is so short the tip of his cock is on view. He waits at the side of Master Charles.
"You requested a 'Cabin Girl' Master Lyndon. I trust she will prove satisfactory. Go and kiss your Master's feet slave."
Blushing scarlet, Henry kneels at Lyn's feet, leans forward and kisses his shoes. As he does so, the white skirt moves up to reveal his red punished bottom. I can imagine his humiliation and only hope it is something he is learning to appreciate. I know his reason for attending this weekend had been to please and obey David. Now, at the end, it's not David, but a kinky bi-sexual and probably his wife too. Surely he could object or walk away from this? But there's no sign of revolt as his new Master leans forward and fingers Henry's anus. He stays bowed over the shoes, showing his naked arse and willing submission to the world.
We all depart. My Master orders me into the passenger seat of his car still naked except for my collar and cock ring. The dildo presses deeper into my arse as I sit down. I remain naked with Master Mark's hand on my stiff prick until we're about to hit the main road and then he instructs me to put on my cut-off shorts he'd had hidden under the seat. He orders me to tell him about every detail of my stay at the farmhouse. How I liked being a schoolboy, a diapered adult baby, a kennel dog and Master Alex's slave. He obviously knew all that had happened to me and, more important, had approved the training I'd received.
"Do you think you are a more obedient slave now?" Master Mark said.
"Yes Master."
"More submissive?"
"Yes Master."
"Excellent. I knew you'd benefit even if Master Charles's role-play methods are a bit mad. Knowing you boy, you probably enjoyed it. Am I right?"
"Yes Master." It had been a bizarre experience, but I must admit all the humiliations and punishments had satisfied my innermost craving to be used.
"And you realise that until I sell you or give you away, you remain my property?"
Startled, I turn to look at him. He can see the tears starting up in my eyes.
"Not yet of course. I've a long way to go with you boy. But I do have the right to pass you on. That's part of the deal. You do realise that I hope?"
"Yes Master." I mumble. It's never been said before. I never want it to happen, but I am his property and property can be disposed of. David had never spoken of me as being his property and I hadn't ever thought of myself in those terms, but he had handed me on to Mark just as he'd now handed Henry on to Lyn.
"Good. But you now also belong to the Slave Circle, which means any Master Member may make use of you. Do you understand that too boy?"
"Yes Master."
"I've missed out on using you myself over the weekend. Time to do something about it I think."
"Yes Master." The thought of him taking me to his flat for the day causes my prick to harden even more.
But it's not his flat he has in mind. A few minutes later he pulls off the main road into a lay-by and stops. A few trucks and cars are already parked, but there's no sign of any people. Adjoining the lay-by is an area of rough shrubland and trees. I presume it's where drivers can take a leak or have outdoor sex.
"Out boy."
I stand waiting for him to lock the car.
"Throw me your shorts boy."
I drop my shorts, step out of them, toss them to Mark and he locks them in the car. He points to a pathway and waves me ahead of him. Stark naked, but for collar, butt-plug and boots I walk along the path into the woodland followed by my Master in full black leather. My prick and balls encouraged by the cock-ring stand up proud on show. I follow the path deeper into the thickets of the shrubland feeling both nervous and the thrill of being a naked slave obediently following his Master's order. Off the pathway I spot what looks like a businessman in shirtsleeves and tie taking a piss. He looks up, stares at me and starts to wank his cock. A little further on, to one side of the path, I see a youngish man I take to be a lorry driver with his jeans down and another driver kneeling down in front of him and sucking his cock. They both look up and see me. My Master takes my arm, guides me near to them, bends me over and places his monster penis into my mouth. I start sucking my favourite cock. He face-fucks me, leans over and spanks my bare bottom with one hand. I can see the faces of the two guys turning to watch the action.
Master Mark swings my body around so they can see my red arse. He continues to spank me hard. The sound of the slaps echo through the wood. I can see the wanking business man approaching and another one also in a business suit rubbing his crotch. My Master stops fucking my face and, so all the onlookers can have a close up view, slowly withdraws the leather dildo to display my opened fuckhole. The dildo hangs down my legs still attached by the straps. He grabs my hair, pulls me up straight and walks me around, exhibiting me to about a dozen guys. They close in and watch as my Master bends me over again and immediately slides his enormous cock into my hole. One of the businessmen fills my mouth with his cock and the driver who had been giving his mate a blowjob crawls under me and starts sucking me off. I'm floating off into a sexual ecstasy of humiliation as the other guys move in close, feel my flesh and prod my body with their cocks as they masturbate. My Master cums with a loud shout and steps back to enjoy the spectacle of his slave being fucked in public by a young truck driver at the back, a businessman at the front and covered in spunk shooting from many men's jerking cocks. It's all that's needed to send me over the top and my own prick spurts a load into the greedy mouth of the young guy pleasuring it.
"On your back fuckboy." Master Mark said.
I guess what's coming and as he showers me with his wonderful golden piss the others join in, enjoying something most of them have never seen before. A naked slave, mouth open, spread-eagled on the ground being totally degraded as I gulp down their piss. Master Mark rams the dildo back up my arse and I walk in front of him, drenched with cum and piss, back to the car. He makes me rub myself down with the shorts before putting them on and getting into the car.
"After you've cleaned yourself out every morning you'll plug in the dildo and wear it to the office under your suit. And your cockring. They will compensate for you not wearing your slave collar for work. Understand?"
"Yes Master."
He says nothing more, drops me off at my flat and drives off. The fact that it's a hot afternoon means that not wearing a shirt attracts no attention as I run into my flat. In the following days wearing the dildo and cockring constantly reminds me I'm a slave. At first even just walking with something up your arse is a strange new sensation and in itself beautifully humiliating. Then whether I'm sitting on a bus or the tube or at my office desk, the dildo makes itself felt and together with the cockring I'm in a constant state of arousal . When naked in the flat it's no different and makes me much more aware of my slave status. Fortunately my SC brand has more or less healed and although I'm very proud to have the mark, I'm thankful I can hide it by combing my hair over my ears. I don't think anyone at my office notices the mark.
I'm disappointed when I don't receive the customary phone call from my Master on Thursday evening to give me instructions for the weekend. I assume he will contact me later. On Friday afternoon I'm summoned along with Sean, another office colleague a few years my senior, upstairs to the deputy head of department's office. I've only met Mr Ramsey twice and although he's quite a nice guy in his fifties, I'm feeling a little nervous about what we might have done wrong when Sean taps on his door.
"Enter." We both hear his voice and go into the office.
"Ah, yes. Do come in. Take a seat Sean."
Sean sits on the only chair available and I stand on my own, feeling rather foolish, as Mr Ramsey looks over his glasses at us. He stands up, comes around his executive desk and moves close to me. He's well over six feet tall and a very handsome man. He raises a hand, pushes back my wavy blond hair concealing the brand and then lets it drop back. He steps back and rests his backside against the edge of his desk.
"And what might I ask do the letters SC stand for?"
Blushing and utterly confused, I open my mouth and then close it.
"Perhaps I can help. If I say 'School Charles', does that signify anything to you?"
"It's a er... sort of password sir."
"Really? What do you think Sean?"
Sean stands up and turns to face me. He's also over six feet tall, with Irish good looks and a mischievous smile.
"Then perhaps I better say 'School Charles' too Ian."
I'm absolutely stunned. Both these men, here in the respectable precincts of the Town Hall, must be Masters of the Slave Circle.
"Take his jacket Sean," said Mr Ramsey.
Sean helps me off with my jacket and hangs it on the back of the chair.
"Drop your trousers boy." Orders Mr Ramsey.
I fumble with the button and unzip. My pants drop to the floor. My prick's erect and they can see the straps holding the dildo.
"Tuck up his shirt Sean."
Sean, my young office colleague I've always fancied, but never dreamt might be gay, runs his hands up my bare body as he tucks up my shirt and tie to reveal my nipples. Both men stand back and look at me. I bow my head, put my hands at the back of my neck and spread my legs as much as the trousers around my ankles will allow.
"Turn around boy," Sean said.
I shuffle around so they can see my still red and marked bottom and the end of the dildo.
"Well, at least he's wearing his dildo as instructed." Sean's comment makes me think he must know my Master. Why not if they're members of the Slave Circle?
"Turn around boy." This time it's Mr Ramsey. "On your knees, kiss our shoes."
Down I go and crawl to kiss Mr Ramsey's black shoes and then Sean's.
"Kneel up boy." Sean orders.
They unzip, take out stiff, circumcised cocks and present two shiny purple heads to my face. I take them both into my mouth, with some difficulty because of the combined size, and start sucking. I forget that I'm a clerk and concentrate on being their near naked slave and for the first time fulfilling my obligations to Masters of the Slave Circle. The fact that I am doing it for my boss and a colleague only a few years older than myself adds to the humiliation I am feeling. First one and then the other unloads into my mouth and I try desperately to swallow every drop of the spunk I'm being fed, but some dribbles out onto the floor. One of the Masters pushes my nose down to the pool of cum and I submissively lick it up.
"Stand up boy."
They have both zipped up and are in their chairs. I stand before them licking cum from the edges of my lips.
"Pull up your trousers and tuck in your shirt boy." Master Ramsey orders.
I do as I'm told, but continue to stand docilely awaiting further instructions.
"I'd really have liked to have seen you fuck him Sean, but we can do it another time. I can see having a slave in the department is going to be fun. I've a mind to keep him naked under my desk for a day sucking me. It would also save me time not having to go for a piss."
Sean laughs. "Yeah, sounds good. I've always thought he had that submissive look you get with male cunts. And now we discover he is one. He's going to get my cock up his pretty little bottom every day. I can do it in the staff toilet. The other guys all know I'm gay and they'll enjoy see the boy blond taking it up his arse."
"It's what he needs Sean. Perhaps I can think of some playful pretext for me to cane him in front of the other staff?"
I listen to their plans for me. Talking as if I'm not there.
"Kiss our shoes boy and then you can go back to work." My boss dismisses me.
Down on my knees I kiss Master Sean's shoes and then crawl under the desk to kiss Master Ramsey's. Their eyes are on me as I quietly leave the office.
Back at my desk, thinking of what's just happened, I can't concentrate on the files and papers in front of me. It comes to me that I have Master Mark at the weekends and now two other Masters at the office for the other five days of the week. Much as I glory in being a slave, will this all prove too much. I jump when as the phone rings.
"Good boy. I'm pleased with you. Come straight here after work." Master Mark hangs up before I can say a word. He obviously knows what has just happened and he's pleased.
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