PLEASURE SLAVE, By Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part 8
Somehow it seemed much easier and more natural to be in the showers with Gary now. Well, I mean, when you've jerked a guy off, there's not much reason to be shy, is there? There were some of the other guys in there, too, and I reckoned I was getting used to this very communal life as I hardly noticed as they pissed and crapped in the open lavatories along one wall, and as I needed to go myself, I almost felt relaxed as I sat there.
Gary was chatting to the other guys, and they were swapping stories about the clients they'd been with that night. Almost to my horror I heard Gary say "....and of course I was just having fun, in the close confinement cage with Steve!"
One of the guys laughed, slapped my butt playfully (something else I wasn't used to - this casual body contact between strangers in the shower) and said "He's a good fuck, isn't he?"
"I don't know, we didn't...."
"Hey, Steve, you don't know what you're missing! Gary's really hot, and it makes a great change to have a firm young guy like that - most of the clients are pretty old, and not in good shape.... You've really missed out there...."
Once again this casual, shame-free attitude to sex was almost shocking. I mean, you just don't talk about fucking like that, do you? Especially not fucking other guys?
Gary didn't stay as I sat there and munched my way through the tiny helping of slave chow - I was now really starting to feel hungry with the reduced rations they were deliberately feeding me - as he said that he'd got to go off and help Master Brett shower, shave and dress. As I had assumed when I'd first seen Master Brett, I knew that his immaculate appearance could only be achieved by the efforts of a slave, and it seemed that Gary was that slave as he was Master Brett's valet, as well as, he told me, being his sex toy when Master Brett did not want any of the other slaves. Gary didn't seem to mind saying this at all, and I realised just how much the attitudes of a slave really did differ from those of a free man - I mean, fancy a twenty-two year old guy seeming happy to say how he was used for sex by an older guy!
I spent the morning working out, interspersed by small intervals of meeting some of the other guys and generally chatting. Actually, I suppose, what the other slaves had said yesterday was right - this wasn't such a bad life. I mean, I like using my body, liked working out, and here I had a superb gym and other in-shape guys to exercise with, too: it really makes a difference, doesn't it, to look around the gym and see properly toned bodies working hard, rather than a lot of flab? And compared of some of the jobs slaves had, it was a veritable paradise.
I got fed at lunch time, again, a very small portion of chow compared to what the other guys seemed to get, and it obviously wasn't the practice to "share" with a new guy. They looked a bit pityingly at me as I emptied every grain from my bowl, but said that it wasn't allowed to give your food to another guy as our diets were "scientifically" controlled. "You can go down on me and have a big helping of my cum, though, for dessert", one said "Our owners don't mind that, and if you're really hungry....."
It wasn't clear whether he was joking or not, but from the way the others were nodding, I suspected that it was for real. I began to wonder just how hungry I'd need to be before I would willingly suck a guy's cum out from him - although it clearly was no big deal for them. Again, another example of how very different my life as a slave now was from that which I was used to.
I was going to work out all afternoon, too, but I'd barely started when a guard came over and said that Master Brett had ordered me to go to his room. I was about to go straight there, when one of the other slaves said "Hey, Steve - are you going for education?"
"Yes, I guess so...."
"So you'd better get through the showers. Clean yourself inside and out.... Master Brett will have you whipped if you get any of your shit on him...."
Look, the first time you have an enema it's awful. The cold of the nozzle on your ass, the difficulty of getting it through your sphincter, that awful feeling of the water filling you up, and the way that all your belly muscles feel they're being stretched. Then when you take the nozzle out, that mad rush to get over to the bowl and expel it all, before you have to leak all over the place. In one way I was really glad I was alone in the showers at that time of day, as I don't think I could have stood having other guys watch me go trough all of this humiliating experience - I know I'd seen the other slaves do it yesterday, and that was how I knew whet needed to be done. But I wasn't ready to have other guys watch - and listen - as my bowels erupted explosively into the lavatory bowl. Mind you, it was different, I suppose: you know how it is if you've got chronic gut cramps and you're bursting to go, then finally get to a lavatory - the absolute sheer relief of it. Well, I suppose it was a bit like that, really.
It took me three changes of water before what seemed to be coming out of me was clear, and I hoped that was enough. I pulled on a fresh pair of shorts, made my way along the corridor, knocked quietly at Master Brett's door, then stood there, head bowed, as I'd seen Gary do the previous day. You feel really stupid waiting there - just like when you've had a problem at school and have to wait outside the principal's office. Some of the office staff walked by in "normal" clothes, but never gave me even a second glance - evidently having a slave mostly naked, standing in the office just in those tiny shorts, was an everyday occurrence for them. It was almost a relief when I heard the call of "enter" from inside.
Once of the oddities of my new home was that you were never really sure of the time. There was a lack of clocks, and I of course no longer had a watch. Of course you could look out of the windows and see the sun and so on, but even then, the whole atmosphere was designed to create a mood: when I went in to Master Brett's "office" the heavy curtains had been pulled across the windows, and the room was dark and mysterious, lit only by the dim pools of light from the shaded lamps, and the flickering of the fire in the big fireplace. It might have been early evening in winter, in some old farm house in Vermont or somewhere.
Master Brett was sitting at his huge desk, and I went and stood in front of it. He just went on signing the papers in front of him, not seeming to notice me at all, until he suddenly said "Steve, assume the 'rest' position when you're waiting for me - head bowed, feet apart, hands neatly clasped behind you! Don't move, don't shuffle - stand stock still, until I recognise you. That's the proper slave way."
I did as he said, and just stood there for several more minutes. Somehow, having to do this emphasised the control he now had over me - I couldn't wander around the room and look at the books on the shelves, I couldn't scratch an itch, I couldn't even move my head to look around. Fortunately, though, Master Brett seemed to finish what he was doing, and looked up at me.
"Right, Steve - we're going to continue your initial training today. Young Gary has told me that you had an introduction to masturbation last night.... And I think I'll let you explore that for yourself. There's a lot to be learned, though - most men think they know how to do it, and of course you know how you like to wank yourself. But there's a lot more to learn about the whole thing, as after all you are supposed to be a pleasure slave, and the men who hire you will expect you to do it in a way that pleases them, not the way that pleases you! So be sure to spend a lot of time with the other off-duty slaves, and really explore the topic properly. And the same with cock sucking - you had a little introduction yesterday, but you need to become really experienced: I'll expect you to be able to take any dick that's presented to you and be able to really cause its owner to have a lot of fun, if he prefers not to use your ass."
"Still", he went on, "You've got a month. That's how long we give you. After our meeting I'll give you a record sheet listing all the slaves here and you need to 'tick off' the ones you've been with, and what you did with them. It's pretty tiring, as we expect you to jerk off, suck and fuck each of them, and they to do it to you, so you get a proper experience of being with all kinds of different men with all kinds of different requirements for fun. And bear in mind that you can only do this on days when your fellow slaves are not working with clients - be sure to do the scheduling properly, and not get to the end of the month and find that there are three or four guys you can't go with, or have to go with all in one day, because of the exigencies of the job."
"You'll also see that you need to go with some of the slaves several times - in particular, you'll spend a lot of time with the nigga, as I won't tolerate prejudice here and you need to be as comfortable at taking black meat as white. And, of course, from time to time I'll call you in here and have you demonstrate on young Gary how well you're learning your lessons. Now, is that all understood?"
"Sir, yes."
"Good. Remember, I run a tight ship here, and failure to obey orders is not tolerated. So make sure you're properly on top of things - if you work it all out properly, you'll only need to cum about four times a day during training, and a fit young guy like you should easily be able to manage that."
He got up from the desk, and to my amazement there was a kind of scrabbling sound and Gary got to his feet - he'd been kneeling under the desk, as Master Brett had been working away. As I watched, Master Brett tucked himself in and zipped up the fly in his elegant suit - evidently Gary had been servicing him as he worked away. Gary just smiled at me, looking pleased to see me, and scurried to find his owner's suit jacket and carry it to him.
"No, you fucking idiot, Gary! What do I want that for? It's cherry picking time, and that always makes me hot and sweaty. The last thing I need is a jacket."
Turning to me, he went on "Now, Steve, there's a little custom we have here when we have new recruits, especially new recruits like you who have not experienced other guys before. Master Jed and I like to be the first up that virgin ass of yours, to be the first to take your cherry. So it's cherry picking time, as we say! You'll have lots of other dicks up your ass before you're very much older, but a man always remembers the first time... I like to think that when you're old and grey you'll still remember me, the man who first put his dick up your lovely, tight, virgin, ass."
"Please, sir...."
"Steve, you don't speak unless you're spoken to! I ought to take the cane to that ass of yours - in fact, I might, as it enhances the experience of fucking... well, at least for the guy delivering it! But I'll indulge you this once.... What is it?"
"Please, sir, do we have to do this? I really don't want to go with guys, sir. Couldn't I work for you as a slave doing something else? I could be a gym teacher, work on reception... Something like that."
"Now, Steve, don't be stupid! The other guys here don't need teaching in how to use the gym - our little system of recording and punishment sees to that. And we have a slave for reception - a cheap slave, one who cost a lot less than you! You're a pleasure slave, one who's going to be properly trained to give our clients a whole lot of satisfaction, and in return they will give me a whole lot of money, which will pay back my investment in you. You cost a lot of money, you know - handsome, fit, young guys with a good length of servitude always do, as you'd expect. If you add it the time it takes to train you, and the costs of providing you with this great place to live, right in the centre of the city, warm, comfortable... Perhaps you don't realise how much all that cost. And it has to be paid for, and the only was that happens is when clients pay fees, high fees, for you. So the only way I can make a profit is if you are working at a high-revenue task. So that's why you need to be fucked. And that's all there is to it - it's a simple matter of profit and loss: unless you know some way of bucking the basic laws of economics, which, as you're not the US Government, who can spend and spend as they like, I doubt."
I decided to risk even a caning, and have one last go.
"Sir, please... I don't like sex with men...."
"That really ought to earn you a thrashing, Steve! Never, I repeat, never, lie to me again! Gary here has told me about the fun you two had in the close confinement cage last night. You fucked him, as near as damn it, so I don't understand why you're so worried about the real thing. Anyway, it really doesn't matter - I have decided, you're my slave, and so you'll do as you're told. Slaves don't decide on these things for themselves, Steve - they obey their owners! Your opinion is utterly worthless, as it's a slave's duty to obey, not to do as he would wish. Now, before I lose my temper with you, bring that punishment horse over in front of the fire..."
The horse, on which I had been caned the day before, was still standing in the far corner of the room, I went over to it and was surprised at just how heavy it was - still, I suppose it was solid oak, and it needed to be really massive to be able to restrain a slave like me. It was a real struggle to get it across the room and on to the deep pile rug in front of the fire, and I could feel myself breathing hard as I stood there. What the fuck was going to happen now? Surely he wasn't going to cane me again?
"Lose the shorts, Steve, and on the horse! You know how. And Gary - leave his nose free this time, but restrain his wrists."
I felt the heat of the fire on my naked butt as I stood there for a moment, then the faint shock of the cool leather of the horse's "back" as I lay on it. Gary at once knelt at the front legs, and I heard a couple of "snap" noises as my wrist bracelets were attached to the front legs. I was able to turn and see Gary helping Master Brett undress - his shoes, suit trousers and cotton boxers were all taken and neatly folded. Master Brett then stood there as Gary unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it - he didn't have a T on, I saw, and so he was now as naked as I was.
Master Brett walked slowly around behind me, then I got a shock as he pressed his body against my butt - it was the sheer unexpectedness of feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. He leaned forward and ran his hands down my back, from my shoulders to my waist, as if savouring my flesh. My whole body trembled - was it in fear, was it in anticipation, or was it some more basic instinct, that said that this was what a body was for, to be caressed and used by another man? I felt something soft yet firm pressing at my butt, and Master Brett was rising and falling softly on his feet, so that this delicious sensation was heightened - I cold feel his wiry pubic hair scraping over my tender butt, and knew that it must be his dick that was rubbing up and down the cleft between my butt muscles.
"Now, Steve....", I heard him say, then his hands came up off my back, and the next instant I felt them resting on my ass cheeks, then his thumbs were gently prying them apart. I started to shuffle uneasily, as my feet were free to move, but he almost whispered "Easy, boy.... We've got a long way to go yet... Let me just look at that asshole of yours... Now...."
The sensation came back again, but much firmer, more solid. His dick must be pressing into the widened gap between my cheeks. And then I shivered with excitement, as his warmth actually hit the tender puckered skin of my asshole itself. I'd never felt anything like it, never experienced another man's skin against mine here - after all, even when you have a rectal examination at the doctor, he uses a latex glove! It felt so strange - I had expected it to be awful, to hate it, but instead it was exciting, different, exotic.... I heard myself give a low moan from deep down inside myself, driven as it were by some primeval instinct.
He carried on rubbing himself up and down against me for what seemed like an age. I was moaning and groaning with pleasure, and wasn't sure whether the sheen of sweat that had broken out all over me was caused by this or by the heat of the flickering fire. The only sounds in the room were of his body against mine, my animal-like expressions of something, and the crackling of the logs. It was as if the world outside this place, outside the interaction of the two of us, had ceased to exist.
Suddenly he stopped, and came around to my front. I saw his big white body, over weight and faintly flabby, standing my me, his dick jutting out at right angles from underneath his belly. "So, Steve.... Not so bad, is it?"
"Sir, was that it... "
"Oh, Steve, you are an innocent! Of course not! Don't you think you'd feel it when this big solid dick actually docks inside you?"
As he spoke, he was rubbing his dick, and it bobbed up and down excitedly close to my face. I could smell that smell that I'd learned yesterday, and it served only to make the whole atmosphere even more erotic. I shuffled on my feet, feeling my buttocks, now together again, sliding over each other - it's odd, isn't it - you don't think of your muscles moving against each other there, until they've been pried apart, then allowed to come back together again. Or perhaps it was that there must have been some pre-cum leaking out of him, and they were now lubricated slightly.
"No, Steve, there's a long way to go yet. But this is your first time, and I want you to enjoy it. I could just stab my dick up into you - you couldn't stop me, as you're restrained, and though that might be exciting for me, you really wouldn't like it, and it might even damage you - a guy's sphincter can get torn by a real rape, you know. But we're going to do this properly - stretch you and relax you, so that when I do get to slipping inside you it will be just that - your ass will welcome my dick just as if it's a long lost friend, that it wants to throw its arms around and welcome, before squeezing it with joy... That way we'll both enjoy it, and you'll have some reason to really remember your first time."
"Now, then, I need to lube you properly and stretch you a bit. I'm a bit of an environmentalist myself, and don't like to use all those artificial lubes, especially when the body provides its very own, specially formulated to make skin slip and slide... Gary - milk Steve here, and be sure not to lose a drop!"
Gary went out of my field of vision, but I knew that he must have knelt behind me, as I could feel his breath against my naked ass. I closed my legs, instinctively, to hide my hole and my dick and balls, but I felt Gary's strong young hands trying to force their way between them. But I've got strong muscles there, and by clenching my butt firmly and not allowing my feet to move apart, I was able to resist him. The next instant I felt a resounding slap on my ass, as he must have hit me!
It actually stings, you know. You don't have to use a cane to hurt a guy's ass - a strong open-palm slap on your bare skin can be quite painful. I sort of yelped, and shuffled my feet, to try to ease my discomfort - and then Gary was right in! I heard him say "OK, Steve, keep your legs open", and then he was holding my dick. I couldn't resist now, could I? - I mean, his hand was right around my dick, so close to my balls.
My body wasn't helping in any of this - I went completely erect, in spite of knowing that this was an utterly humiliating position to be in. Gary now pressed his face against my ass - I could feel his rough stubble on my sensitive skin, and pulled my dick downwards and backwards. That only made my erection worse, as I tried to fight it - I could feel his hand really gripping my dick, and he almost pulled it back between my legs before he began to stroke it, gently at first, and then with increasing vigour
I know a slave isn't supposed to do it, but I started to curse him, telling him to fucking leave me alone, that he was a little bastard, and that I'd really beat him up the moment I was free. Master Brett seemed to be laughing at this, and his dick bobbed up and down as if he actually found it funny.... And all the time Gary's stroking of my dick went on and on.
Actually, looking back on it, it's the sort of situation that's a bit of a turn on - I was powerless to do anything about it as my wrists were secured to the front of the horse, and I had a young guy actually "milking" me, using me to produce semen for my owner, as my owner watched. I don't know if you've ever been "milked" from behind like this, but it's a really different sensation from a normal jerking off, even if that normal jerk-off is being done by another guy. Somehow, having your stiff dick pulled backwards and stroked through the inside of your thighs is a completely different feeling, especially when the guy doing it has his face pressed into your ass!
I couldn't help myself - very quickly indeed I shot my load, and lay there on the horse, panting slightly from it all. I heard Master Brett say "Good boy, Gary", then he disappeared from my field of view. A moment later he was rubbing and pressing himself into my ass again, something that he evidently found very satisfying as I could hear small grunting noises from him, then it stopped.
The firm pressure of his hands on my ass cheeks told me that something new was about to happen - I was being spread apart. And then there was a pressure on my hole, a firm, insistent pressure that wouldn't go away. I could feel something wriggling around, pushing, urging, trying to make an entrance.
"Relax, Steve", Master Brett said. "It's only my finger, and it's for your own good. You need to let me stretch you a bit, and to lube you.... Now, just relax, and let me in...."
I tried my best, but as you probably know, you can't really stop a guy's finger from penetrating you, can you? It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, actually - once I'd got used to the idea that my hole could be violated in this way, the actual sensation of the finger sliding in and out wasn't so bad. He withdrew it frequently, and each time he went back in it got easier and easier.
"There, see?", he said quietly. "Your own cum is a good lubricant, and as I spread more and more of it around, it gets easier and easier, doesn't it? Now.... For the next stage...."
I grunted again as he now pushed two fingers into me, and of course once that had happened, he was able to begin stretching me: it's a funny sensation, isn't it? The way that you kind of know your ass is being opened out, but it feels good. And when he then put three fingers in and really began to stretch me, it didn't feel any worse.
I've no idea how long it went on for - the warmth of the fire, the relaxing atmosphere in the room, and the casual way that Master Brett was playing with my body all combined to make me feel very lethargic, and there was a huge sensation of being at ease with the world that swept over me. So when I felt something quite different pressing against my asshole, I really didn't care much.
This was totally different - warmer that his fingers, and somehow more insistent. I could also feel his naked legs pressed against the back of mine, and I heard him say "Now, Steve, this is it - a man's dick into you for the first time. Just relax...."
But I didn't, of course! The thought of his huge fat dick pushing into me was too much. "No, Master, please, no...", I half whimpered.
"Now, Steve, don't be silly! You know this is inevitable. An owner always takes his slave's cherry.
Just relax - try to push out, as if you're dropping a turd, and it will all be over in a moment."
In spite of my terror, I tried to do what he said, and then I felt him pop into me. I just knew that his dick head had breached my sphincter, and he was now inside me. I was no longer a virgin. I was no longer a proper man - I was being fucked by a guy! I wanted to cry, or to scream with impotent fury at what was being done to me, but what was the point?
Slowly, very slowly, he carried on pushing, and more and more of his dick slid into me. It mostly felt OK, no, more than that - it actually mostly felt good. But sometimes there was a sharp pain, and I winced. At once Master Brett would stop, run his hands encouragingly up and down my back and whisper "OK, Steve... Take it easy... there, now, that's better, isn't it.... Now let's move on....".
I knew his dick must be buried right inside me as I felt his pubic hair scratching at the tender skin of my ass, and he leaned right over me and whispered "There, Steve - you've taken my dick now. You're skewered on your owner's dick, and I now possess you totally and utterly. Now, let's do some serious fucking...."
He was really good at it. As you probably remember the first time you were fucked, it's a bit scary. And your body doesn't really know whether to gasp with the sheer pleasure of it, or cry out with the pain - that special, very special pain, that only comes when a dick is sliding in and out of your delicate membranes.
Master Brett varied the length of his strokes, sometimes taking long, slow ones, and sometimes a whole series of little short ones; he varied the power, sometimes just being gently assertive, and sometimes almost slamming his body into mine at the end of a stroke; and he paced it well, sometimes stopping for many seconds to let me recover, or to anticipate the next series of movements.
All the time I could kind of hear myself - I seem to have lost conscious control of my voice - making moans and groans of pleasure, or tiny yelps as that exquisite pain from a well controlled dick struck me.
When I heard him shout "Jesus Christ! Yes, yes, I'm cuming....." and slam into me one last time, I was almost sad it was over.
He fell forward onto me, his dick still buried into me, and I had to take the weight of his big body on mine. It felt good, though - he was hot, wet with sweat (as was I), and somehow it felt good to feel his heart pounding and his lungs sucking in the air as he lay on top of me.
Finally, very slowly, very slowly indeed, he pulled out of me. I felt empty - figuratively as well as literally, and just lay there. He came around to stand in front of me, and I could see his flaccid dick hanging there now, shining with cum and sweat.
"One last thing, Steve: clean me up. Get that tongue out, and clean my dick and balls."
"No, Master, please, no..."
"Yes, Steve. It's only our cum, our sweat, and your ass juices, after all - all good wholesome fare! I like to teach you slaves to do this from day one, as it reminds you of the importance of really cleaning yourself out before you go with a client: if you had been negligent in that, it would be a very unpleasant job indeed! Now, come on, lick me clean... Get that tongue out. A lot of guys find this bit of it almost as sexy as the actual fucking, you know."
I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to take his vile dick anywhere my mouth, especially as I could smell the cum and sweat assailing my nostrils. I did everything I could to try to stop him, but he hooked a finger through my nose ring and pulled my head up off the bed of the horse, then guided my nose and mouth in to his crotch.
"See, Steve - these little control things we have on you can come in useful, can't they? Now, be a good boy, and lick me clean. I'd hate to have to get the cane out and 'encourage' you, after we've had this fantastic time together."
So I did. And, like a whole lot of things in life, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. And as I then lay there watching Gary help him dress, I thought that my life had now irrevocably changed: I was no longer a real man - I truly was now a slave, something to be kept to amuse my owner. It was as if the last vestiges of my freedom had vanished, along with my virginity.
End Of Part 8