Master Hank and Master Paul leave the alcove followed by their two elderly slaves. I can feel spunk dripping from my arsehole as I lie there in the sling. My prick, not surprisingly, is erect and hard after the double fucking I've received. I need desperately to wank. Suddenly I realise only my ankles are tied, not my hands. I quickly grab my prick with one hand and insert the middle finger of my other hand into my juiced up boycunt. As I start wanking the light above the sling begins to flash on and off.
"Stop masturbating immediately." An electronic voice instructs.
I instantly and guiltily raise my hands back above my head. A moment later Master Joop strides into the alcove pulling Rollo on the end of a leash. The latter looks as if he's been crying.
"You should know better slave. Perhaps I should have informed you that CCT cameras monitor the behaviour of our slaves at all times. For instance your black friend here was caught sitting in the lift instead of remaining on show. He's been whipped for his disobedience. Now it's your turn."
Master Joop grips Rollo by the back of his neck and forces him down on his knees between my outstretched legs.
"Clean this bitch out with your tongue boy."
I feel Rollo's mouth on my tender, stretched anus. First his tongue laps up the surface semen still leaking out and then I feel him sucking out the rest of the two Masters' spunk in a series of short snorting suction actions with his pouted lips. This is not punishment, it's heaven. The fact that my best friend is performing such an intimate reward only heightens the thrill for me. Master Joop pulls Rollo away.
"Unfasten his ankles, get him on his feet."
Rollo unbuckles the straps, pulls me to my feet and holds me close for a moment to steady me. Master Joop sitting on the edge of the sling pulls me over his lap and spanks me as he might a naughty schoolboy. The first little slaps stings, the succeeding ones hurt, hurt badly, hurt viscously. I'm soon screaming for him to stop and trying with my hands to shield my bottom. He grips my two wrists together and continues slamming into my arse cheeks. I start blubbering and crying out loud. From the corner of my eye I can see my screaming has attracted a group of leather clad Masters and naked slaves at the entry to the alcove to witness my punishment. I should be used to this by now, but I still find it hideously humiliating as well as sexually exciting to be spanked in public.
When Master Joop stops spanking, he allows me to slither to the floor where I hold my red-hot bottom with my hands and curl my naked body around his leather boots and kiss them as a sign of my submissive willingness to obey. He attaches a leash to my collar, pulls me to my feet and leads both the leashed Rollo and me out of the alcove. The crowd takes the opportunity to feel us up back and front as we pass. We're led back to the staircase and down to a deeper level of grim, dark dungeons with slimy stone floors and walls. Tiny pinpoint lights along the edge of the passageways are the only illumination. We pass low doors with barred grills. There is an almost eerie silence broken only by the sound of quiet human breathing and subdued whimpers. Master Joop stops, unlocks a door, pushes our heads down and shoves us both inside. He locks the door, we hear his footsteps receding and then only silence but for our own breathing,
We crouch down hugging each other. We can hardly move, as the cell is so small. Perhaps, I think, designed for one small man. Everywhere stone touches us and confines us. And the floor is wet. If I'm truthful, I'm scared. At least I have Rollo. I press my lips to his and start to kiss him. He responds eagerly and hugs me close. As he does so, a tiny stream of water starts flowing from above our heads. I struggle to lift an arm and detect with a finger the water is coming from a small pipe above us. We forget out kissing and concentrate on drinking the water. It stops as suddenly as it started and drains away through a small grate beneath us. But our naked bodies are thoroughly wet. Rollo takes the initiative now and pushes his tongue into my mouth and kisses me with growing passion. I can feel his erect cock prodding against mine. Probably like me he is all sexed up and desperate to cum. To do anything about it in this confined space is going to be difficult. But Rollo isn't to be thwarted and our slithery wet bodies makes it easier for him to roll me over so my arse is pushed back into his crutch. His big cock is deep into my boycunt immediately and we push and pull together energetically. Rollo snakes an arm around my body and starts tossing me off. Wow! Even in these miserable conditions, sex conquers all and for a few moments I can close my eyes and forget everything and give myself to a man. We don't take long and with me moaning and him giving a great shout we reach our climaxes together. I can feel Rollo's softening cock still embedded in my hole as I drift off into sleep.
Another cold drenching from the pipe above awakes us. I manage to catch a few mouthfuls before it stops. It really is cold now in spite of us clinging together for warmth.
"I need to piss." Said Rollo.
"Me too."
"Well do it. We ain't got much choice." He says.
I let go and feel my warm piss spurting up on my belly and then draining away through the grate below. A moment and Rollo's piss is spraying and warming my bottom.
"Do you like that boy?"
"Love it. Especially knowing it's yours Rollo." And it does feel wonderful as it trickles down my arse crack and then my thighs. He nibbles at my neck.
"Think I'm going to make you my little girl Ian. How'd you like that?"
"Sounds good." And I mean it. I've acted as his bitch often enough and I know we share a deep affection for each other.
"Then you're mine girlie. I'll fuck you every day. Are you hungry?"
"Starving. When do you think they'll feed us?"
"Sometime, when they feel like it. Reckon we've got to get out of this place, don't you?"
"Yeah, but how?"
"Don't you worry boy, leave it to me. OK?"
"Yeah, anything you say."
We snuggle together. Master Rollo's arms around me and we wait. We don't know the time or whether it's night or day. The cold water pours down at regular intervals. We catch and drink the water as best we can and then of course I piss up on my belly and Rollo pisses over my arse. One small mercy about us not eating is that neither of us has needed a shit. I hear soft footsteps in the passageway outside. The door slams open and I feel two pairs of hands grabbing my feet and pulling me out. More hands lift me to my feet and run with me along the dimly lit passageway. Both my handlers are silent naked slaves. I can hear Rollo cursing his two slaves as they follow us. I stumble on the first step as I'm dragged up the staircase into the slightly better lit basement. I can now see the slaves holding me are in their late twenties. They take me into a shower enclosure that has a metal table to one side. The two slaves lift me onto it, position me on my hands and knees and proceed to administer a warm, soapy enema. I strain to hold it in and in the meantime look around for a toilet. There isn't one, simply a large drain under the table.
"Expel." One of the slaves orders. A foreign accent.
I let go and the contents of my bowels spurt out over the end of the table and down onto the floor. Rollo, still held by two naked slaves, stands watching my humiliation. The nozzle of the enema is inserted again and I'm filled up and emptied twice more. The two silent slaves appear quite indifferent to me and equally oblivious to finding themselves sprayed by my shit. They hose me down as they would a farm animal and then hose themselves down. I'm half lifted and half dragged from the table to stand with my feet apart while they expertly shave my face, armpits, crotch and anywhere else hair is suspected. I'm able to observe Rollo receiving his three enemas before I'm led into the showers where they scrub me clean with two hard brushes.
"Are we going to be fed?" I ask.
Both slaves shake their heads as they rub me down with rough cloths. Whether it means we're not receiving food or they don't understand English I'm not sure. At least I'm feeling fresher after the shower and shave, but being cleaned out with enemas makes me feel even more famished. Rollo is brought to stand beside me and the four slaves kneel on either side of us. Should we kneel? The four slaves touch their heads to the floor as an impressive naked black guy in his mid-thirties and well over six feet in height with massive broad shoulders and a shaven head arrives on the scene. My eyes are fix on his thick, long cock hanging down between his tree trunk legs. He wears a collar and cockring so must be a slave, but they way the other slaves are behaving suggest he's no ordinary slave.
"I'm Kaiser. Master Joop's enforcer." He has a strong South African accent. "Follow me."
The other slaves stay kneeling as Rollo and I follow Kaiser to the stairs. We have to run to keep up with his long strides. In the reception area I'm surprised to see two long lines of slave standing with their feet apart and hands behind their necks. Different races; black, white and brown; some small, some tall, some slim and some muscular. A few look about eighteen and the rest in their twenties, but no one looks over thirty. The clock behind the reception desk displays 6am. Kaiser turns to Rollo and myself.
"At six every morning unless you are serving a Master you will parade like these slaves for inspection."
Kaiser walks slowly along the front row of slaves inspecting them carefully. He taps one on the shoulder. The slave immediately turns around, touches his toes and spreads his arse cheeks with his hands. Kaiser prods his index finger into the exposed hole, removes it, smells it and sucks it. Seemingly satisfied he moves on. In the second row he taps another slave on the shoulder and repeats his intimate inspection. This time he simply smells his finger before dragging the young naked guy out to the front. He forcibly bends him over, grips him tightly around the waist with one arm and grasps his two wrists together with his hand. With his other huge hand he proceeds to give the slave a brutally hard spanking. After only a few slaps the slave is screaming and bawling, but the beating goes on. I have no doubt that even the most masochistic guy there, including me, would not willingly let himself in for this sort of punishment. He eventually releases the weeping slave who runs back to his position in the second row holding his red arse with his hands.
"And if you are not totally smooth and clean inside and out, you will be beaten."
Kaiser collects a clipboard from the reception desk.
"Master Joop has assigned you to the following duties." He addresses the two lines of slaves.
Kaiser calls out each slave's name in the form of an initial followed by a duty. They range from kitchen assistant to bedroom 'maid' to lift boy to whipping boys in the basement to restaurant waiter, receptionist, bar boy, sauna attendant, cleaner, luggage porter, urinal boy and, of course, shit cubicle boy. The slaves run off to start their duties.
"You two will have the honour of entertaining our guests during the movie interval. But first you must eat. Follow me."
Kaiser leads us to the staircase and runs up. We follow him up to a spacious lobby. To one side is a bar where one slave is busy arranging glasses and another serving the first customer of the day. A Master sitting on a barstool with two red arsed slaves kneeling at his feet. On the other side of the lobby are double doors with the sign 'Masters Cinema'. Facing us are open double doors leading into a restaurant. Slave waiters wearing tiny frilled pinafores covering their genitals move around checking tables. Their arses, some of them marked, are on show. One waiter is serving a silver pot of coffee to two early rising leather Masters sitting at a table. Kaiser with us in tow approaches them. He bows low.
"I trust everything is in order Masters."
"Everything's fine Kaiser. Just back from a club." One of the Masters said.
"May I request you Masters to feed these two new slaves?"
"Sure Kaiser. We know the house customs."
"Thank you Masters. You two on your hands and knees and show some respect."
Rollo and I get down and wait like two pet dogs. The two masters break pieces from their bread rolls and throw them down in front of us. I snatch up one with my teeth and Rollo the other. The Masters laugh at our eagerness and then carry on with their conversation. Kaiser nods his approval and walks away. The Chinese waiter brings the Masters various platters from which they help themselves. They also touch up the waiter. Playing with his stiff cock and testicles under the pinafore or slapping his naked arse. He waits patiently while they do it than goes to bring more plates of food. The Masters are generous and drop bits of boiled egg, cheese and bread for Rollo and I to scramble for. Once a scrap of ham already chewed. My hunger pangs are still there when they leave. We lick up the crumbs the waiter brushes onto the floor. He places two saucers of leftover coffee on the floor.
"Don't lift the saucers, just lap it up." The slave whispers his warning.
For about another hour we both watch the door for more Masters to arrive. As they do, we crawl from table to table waiting for any scraps they care to drop. Two young Masters take great delight in making us sit up and beg for their offerings. Several others lower their hands and prefer us to lick the palms clean.
"Fucking queens." Rollo whispers to me.
For reasons, which I think I understand, he hates having to do this sort of thing. In contrast, I'm really turned on by the humiliation of being treated like a pet animal in public. When one of the Masters cares to look at me, I make a show of licking my lips and wagging my head to show my appreciation. One elderly Master sitting on his own crooks a finger and beckons me. I crawl over to him.
"I need a piss boy."
I take the hint and crawl under the table. His flies are open and his large flaccid cock hangs out. I swallow the head and tighten my lips around it. He pisses and I drink it down. It's rank, but much needed. Except for the saucer of coffee it's the only liquid I've had. The old guy pats my head, stands up and leaves. Except for Rollo and me the restaurant is empty. The waiters relay the tables ready for any late comers. Kaiser strides in, clips leashes onto our collars and leads us out into the lobby on our hands and knees and then into the nearby 'Masters Cinema'. It's a luxurious mini-cinema with about twenty large double seats and side tables for drinks. Kaiser removes our leashes and pushes me onto the raised stage to the right side of the cinema screen with my back to the audience. He kicks my legs apart and without being told I clasp my hands together behind my neck. Rollo is placed on the left side in the same position, but facing front.
"Now listen. Spotlights will illuminate you both at the interval and that will be the cue for you to move to the centre of the stage and put on a show. The dogslave will take control, make use of the bitchslave in any manner he chooses and end by giving the bitch a good fuck. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir," we both shout.
Kaiser walks out. We wait. A slave's time is not important I've come to realise. We wait for perhaps an hour and then the Masters take their seats. Some are accompanied by naked slaves who either kneel at their feet or sit next to them. Eventually a movie starts. I can see its hard core S&M porn. Nothing new or original. A slave is beaten, gives a blowjob and gets fucked. I wonder why these Masters bother. Perhaps simply to give them a hard-on so their slaves can suck them off. Judging by the sounds I can hear that is happening. The movie ends and I find myself in a spotlight. I look across and see Rollo slowly edging to centre stage. Still with my back to the audience I do the same. We touch and I wait for him to take the initiative.
I feel his hand on my back. Moving down and stroking my butt, fingering my crack and inserting a finger. It must look sexy. His black hand on my white flesh. Suddenly my backside is on fire as he gives it one resounding slap. I almost stumble, but his other arm extended across my belly steadies me. He bends me over this arm with my hands trapped in front of me and then starts spanking my cheeks very hard. First one and then the other. Well-aimed punishing slaps. I'm quickly whimpering, then yelling. He stops spanking, lifts my head up so we are face to face, embraces me and kisses me passionately on the lips. I open up my mouth wide to his tongue and suck it hard. He pulls away and we look into each other's eyes. He whispers.
"Boy, I'm going to make you my slave. Would you like that?"
I nod my head and smile like an innocent virgin.
"On your knees slave." His order can be heard clearly by the audience.
I get down quickly and smother his feet in kisses.
"I said on your knees you bitch."
I kneel up. His wonderful huge erect black cock touches my nose.
"Open your mouth slave, I need a piss."
Before I can open wide, his cock pushes between my lips. I resist the temptation to suck. He holds his cock with his hand and begins to spurt piss down my throat. Hard repeated jets that I savour and swallow. He withdraws and pisses in my face. Using a foot he sends me sprawling on the floor and continues to piss all over me. I can see this excites him as much as it does me. He flicks the remaining drops onto my body then grabs my long blond hair and forces my face down to the floor into a pool of his piss.
"Lick it up slave."
My tongue works away and I crawl around on my hands and knees like an excited puppy lapping up any remaining drops of his golden fluid. I feel Rollo's nose at my arse sniffing loudly so the audience can hear. His tongue sucks at and then enters my anus. I stay quite still feeling fantastically aroused and hot. I'm his hot bitch ready to be mounted. Men are watching, Rollo raises himself, his hands grip my buttocks firmly and he inserts himself, his manhood into me. Wow! We're linked together and I am his to be fucked. Slowly at first and then more vigorously he pumps in and out of me. I can feel his wonderful cock possessing me. I'm his slave and I want this audience to know.
"Fuck me Master. Please fuck me Master."
"Are you my slave boy? Shout it out bitchboy."
"Yes Master. Make me your slave Sir. Make meee..."
I can feel myself moving towards a terrific climax. Rollo's grunts announce he's close to cumming too. He's pistoning in and out of my boycunt and my whore hips are wiggling backwards and forwards, encouraging him to shoot his seed into me.
"Fuck him boy, give the stupid bitch your load boy." A Master's voice from the audience.
Rollo cums up my arse. Shooting deep into me over and over again. He slaps my bottom hard in a final ecstatic climax. I cum in a stream thinking how humiliating it is to be viewed being fucked on all fours and being seen shooting my own sperm on the floor. They all know I'm a submissive bumboy filled with another man's spunk. They see it leaking from me as Rollo withdraws and they applaud his triumph and my degradation as I slurp up my own semen.
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