I see the three Masters go into the house. Gary runs to release me and give me a loving hug. We help Miles free from the stocks and all hug each other. Miles seems even taller and bigger than when we'd had sex in the boot of the car.
"I'm surprised a big guy like you Miles is a slave," I can't help saying.
"How big you are makes no difference kid, it's how you feel inside. I'm a sub and know it. Just like you. How's your ass feeling?"
Miles turns me around and both he and Gary view my bottom.
"It's stinging like hell," I say.
"Well it'll get caned like that every day. Sometimes more than once," Gary explains. "A shower will help, come on."
With their comforting arms around my shoulders, they take me around the side of the house until we come to a door with the sign 'Slave Quarters'. We enter a large bare looking room with unfinished brick walls and no windows and lit by ceiling strip lighting. Along one side are several iron barred prison cages and along the other a communal shower area with a number of showerheads and what I recognise as enema equipment. In the centre of the floor is a large drain. Miles heads for the shower area. Gary points at the cages.
"Those are the slave bedrooms although you won't be using them while Masters are in residence," Gary said. "The centre drain is where you piss and shit. Usually after your enema. Watch Miles if you don't know how to do it."
I turn to see the handsome shaven headed Miles inserting a nozzle attached to a tube fixed to the wall into his asshole. He turns the tap and half squats as the water fills his bowels. He waits for a minute or so and then pulls out the nozzle, walks to the centre drain, squats and shits. He moves back, inserts the nozzle and repeats the water filling procedure.
"Now you Bobby. You do the same. I'll help you for the first washout," orders Gary.
I walk over to the wall, Gary unhooks a nozzle and tube and it inserts easily into a hole lubricated by my Masters spunk which is still oozing out. He turns the tap and I feel my guts filling with warm water to the point I feel unable to cope.
"No more please Gary."
"Don't be a baby. You must be filled up," Gary explains.
I'm bursting and feel my guts cramping before Gary turns off the tap, unplugs me and pushes me to the drain. I squat like a dog and allow my innards to empty. Gary stands watching and smiling.
"Good boy. You must do this at least twice a day until you run clear. Understand? And shave your whole body smooth or you'll be in real trouble."
"Yes Sir."
"Don't sir me slave," Gary grins, "now do the next one yourself."
When we are all cleaned out and showered, Miles says he must go, as Master Larry will be waiting to use him. He rushes off.
"He means Larry wants to fuck," explains Gary. "Master Morgan will want me for the same reason and Master Peter will want you too. I'll show you where to find him."
Gary takes my hand and leads me up a cement staircase. Once we're through the door at the top everything changes, Thick carpeted floor and subdued lighting in a long corridor. Gary points to a door.
"Master Larry's bedroom."
A little further and we stop outside another door.
"Master Morgan's bedroom. This is where I leave you. Master Peter's bedroom is at the head of the staircase down there," he points, "but don't go in. Go down the stairs and you'll find your Master in the lounge, Okay?"
"Yes, Okay."
Gary disappears into Morgan's room and, completely naked except for my collar, and feeling very nervous I tiptoe down the corridor. I come to the wide staircase, glance at the panelled double doors of my Master's bedroom and proceed to tiptoe down the curving staircase my prick bobbing up and down absolutely rigid. Peter is sprawled on a sofa wearing what I at first think are black silk pyjamas, but then realise are made from thin black rubber. Standing at his side serving him a drink is an old guy in his 60's wearing what I think might be a butler's outfit - black suit and bow tie? He's bald, fat and ugly.
"Well, here he is at last. My new slave Bobby. Come over here boy. What do you think of him Joe?"
Joe comes close, twitches my nipples, fondles my prick and balls, walks around me, gives my bottom a slap on each cheek and turns to Master Peter.
"Is he totally obedient Master?"
"Yes, I think he is. And pretty too don't you think?"
"Yeah, suppose he is. He'd be shagged rigid in my old place."
"Get him a drink Joe."
Joe leaves the room.
"His old place was Wormwood Scrubs prison and I think he's right, they would have fucked you rotten. Just like I'm going to do. It's what you like isn't it Bobby? What you're here on earth for? To obey dominant men and serve their every need."
"Yes Master. Anything you say Sir."
"Did you enjoy your caning?"
"Not really Sir."
"Don't worry, you'll grow to enjoy it as much as I enjoy giving it. I can't say how wonderful it was to see your virgin ass being marked with my cane. You were happier being fucked I think?"
"Yes Sir. It felt fantastic being your bumboy."
Joe returns carrying a dog bowl except the black print on the side says 'slave'. He places it on the floor at my Master's feet.
"Okay slave, on your knees and join me in a drink. Cheers!"
My Master raises his glass to me and I smile a thank you. I know not to use my hands and dip my face into the bowl and slurp up what I guess is piss. It is, but also more than fifty-fifty vodka. It's delicious and I slurp like any dog until the bowl is empty. I lick the bowl and look up at my Master to show I've been a good boy.
"Good boy," he grins. "Now thank Joe for his piss and kindness."
Joe's piss! I shudder at the thought. Thank goodness for the alcohol. It's already making me woozy. But how do I thank him? I turn to Joe and see he's dropped his pants and pulled up his shirt. The flab belly hangs over his short thick cock and the reek of his body suggests he's not a clean person.
"You're right slave, Joe is only allowed one shower a month. He needs his cock, balls and asshole licked clean. His shower isn't due until tomorrow I'm afraid. Show me how obedient you are boy. Get your mouth and tongue working."
Feeling sick as I do it, I reach up my mouth to his dirt-ingrained scrotum and lick tentatively.
"You'll get fifty of my cane unless you improve your performance boy."
I lick and suck harder knowing I must. Up to his cock, pushing back his foreskin and scraping the ripe cheese with my teeth, I swallow. Thank goodness for the vodka. Between his fat thighs and up to his arsehole. I crawl behind him to give myself a break. My tongue between his cheeks into his shitty smelling hole. I lick and suck until I think I've done my job before sitting back and looking up with puppy pleading eyes at my Master. Master Peter smiles and I know he's satisfied. He pours some of his drink into my bowl.
"Good boy. Now suck Joe off. Don't swallow his cum, I want to see it in your mouth."
My mouth goes back to Joe's short stubby cock and I start sucking. Joe holds the back of my head and forces his dick in and out of my mouth. Quite suddenly I feel my mouth fill with his spunk and sit back quickly on my heels. Joe shoots some remaining cum over my face. He pulls up his pants and leaves the room. I turn to face Master Peter and open my mouth wide.
"Good boy. You're proving my expectations of you. Let me see you swish Joe's semen around your mouth."
I do as I'm told.
"Swallow it boy."
Closing my eyes, I swallow the bitter stuff and can't help screwing my face up in disgust.
"Being a slave means doing things like that which you hate doing. It's part of your training in obedience. Now go into the toilet just through the door where Joe went and wash your face and rinse your mouth with antiseptic mouthwash. Then I can kiss you boy."
When I return, Master has a full glass in his hand.
"Come and sit on my lap Bobby."
I sink back against the sexy coldness of his rubber pyjamas. Master feeds me with several mouthfuls of strong vodka on ice, puts down the glass, pulls me to him, and kisses me forcefully on the lips as he starts running his hands over my naked, shaven body. One hand enters the crack of my bottom. A long finger inserts enters my bumboy hole and starts finger fucking me. I'm in heaven! This is really how I want it. To be his bumboy slave. I suck on his long active tongue for minutes. Eventually he stops kissing and looks down at me with his black eyes, smiling slightly.
"This what you like Bobby? Being cuddled and kissed like a girl?"
"Yes Sir."
"But I think you also enjoyed being stripped naked in the pub and led around like a puppy dog and pissed over by strangers. Didn't you?"
"I did Sir."
"Well, seeing a slave humiliated turns me on too. Just thinking of it makes me want to fuck you boy. Let's go."
Master Peter picks me up and in a fireman's lift carries me up the staircase over his shoulder to his bedroom where he drops me on a king size bed. He takes off his pyjamas, climbs on the bed, straddles my face and lowers his huge erect cock to my mouth. I lick the large purple knob and take it into my mouth.
"Suck it slave boy. Come on, take it, down your pretty throat bitchboy."
I'm gagging and fighting for breath, but he pumps his tool in and out of me relentlessly. As I calm myself and begin to cope with his huge penis I can feel his huge hanging balls slapping against my chin on the down stroke and the emerging knob pressing against my nose on the up stroke. I'm being used and I so love it. He moves back from my mouth, lifts my legs up to my shoulders, plunges his lubricated cock into my hole and fucks me hard.
"You're mine boy, your boycunt is mine isn't it?"
"Yes Sir I gasp," as he pistons in and out of me.
He leans over my face and dribbles spit onto my face. I open my mouth and swallow this new Master's fluid. Anything he gives me I want. He spits into my face and I use my tongue to capture and drink all I can.
"Such a bitchboy. So subservient. So docile. I'm going to fuck you and see you fucked by my friends when I'm finished with you. But not yet Bobby, you're my personal fuckslave to be used and trained as a slave whore. That what you want boy?"
"Yes Sir, Please. I'll do anything you want me to do."
"You just bet on that. Now tighten those ass muscles then and let me feel you squeezing the love juice out of your Master."
I really try and can feel his huge cock ploughing hard in and out of me. He's building to his climax. This big handsome Master grunting like a pig, slobbering and sweating over me. My own prick trapped against his belly is near to exploding.
"Aaaargh... aaaargh. Take it my slave boy... my fantastic slave to be... take my spunk into you. Aaaargh...
We cum at the same time. My spunk between our naked bodies, his spurting heavily into my rectum. What utter bliss!
I must thank most sincerely all those who have responded with such encouraging messages about this story. More e-mails than I've ever had before for one of my stories. Why I don't know! But it certainly urges me on to write more chapters. Thank you all.
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