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Put Out to Pasture
I knew it was coming. I have been here a long time. I could tell that my body was getting older leaving me with the realization that my Master would soon be relinquishing me. I have no idea how old I am or how long I have been a slave to him. I am never privileged to calendars and clocks. I live in a place where the change in the weather is minimal. I know that I was 18 when I got here. Maybe I am turning 40 or so.
My Master has always been very good to me under the circumstances. I am exercised daily to keep my body up. I am feed well for the same reason. I have not worn clothes since the first day. The temperature in the house is always acceptable for being naked and the climate outside is such as well.
I don't even know what country I am in. My Master's "ranch" is large enough that when I am outside working the world out there cannot see my naked body. I grew into quite a stud from the time of my abduction. With the workouts and the food, I built up a solid body from my 5'8" frame. I probably became a little thicker and more masculine than my Master wished; however, he never complained. I probably weigh in at 200 lbs. of solid muscle. I know that I had a hairy chest, legs, arms, and crotch. That is long gone. When I arrived I had multiple applications of permanent hair removal cream all over my body including my head until none grew. There is not a strand of hair on me. I have a great tan from working outside.
My nonsexual job is to do all the chores. I landscape the entire acreage becoming quite the expert gardener. I clean the house and prepare the meals. My Master runs a multinational company making lots of money for the maintenance of this lifestyle including slave ownership.
After those activities are done, I become a sexual object. This occurs after dinner with just my Master or with guests. I was taught to completely turn off the part of my brain that allows me to function during the day. I focus on whatever sexual pleasure is asked of me.
My hot, naked body does show the signs of constant sexual use. My nipples are extremely large from years of pumping. Each nipple sticks out close to an inch from my muscular pecs. They are dark and rough from the manhandling.
My mouth is also stretched. My teeth were removed when I came here. That way there is no obstruction to taking the largest cocks down my throat. In my daily workout routine, I am required to practice holding my breath for at least three minutes. This builds my lung capacity so when I am sucking cock I can go extra-long with the cock blocking my breathing tube.
Then there is my ass. Part of the workout routine is extensive leg and butt work. I have legs and ass like a baseball catcher - thick and meaty. Over the years, my hole training allows me to take the largest cocks plus hands and forearms. It is opened so wide that it never completely closes anymore.
My Master is particularly fond of tying me up to a St. Andrew's cross. He loves to stretch my body. He has many medieval torture devices in the large dungeon. Frequently I am placed on a rack. My body is then wrapped in leather straps so that I cannot move. He will place a nipple suction machine on each nipple pulling them farther and farther away from my pecs muscles. He will do the same to my cock and balls.
My balls hang low. This is from years of being naked plus the constant pulling of them. They must hang four inches from my crotch.
Master is also fond of electricity. He loves to connect electrodes to me. The pain is excruciating. The interesting thing is that I have learned to enjoy it. My cock will shoot massive quantities of juice out during these electric sessions. I am given large amounts of natural and non-natural supplements to help produce as much cum as possible.
Master has a table for whipping me. I am placed face down on the table with my arms tied to the legs. The lower half of my body is bent over the side of the table with my feet on the floor and chained. He then has a fucking machine that sticks a dildo in and out of my ass. While all that is going on, I am whipped repeatedly until I pass out. This, too, has moved from being a painful experience to one in which I have multiple orgasms without ever touching my cock.
Then there is the suck and fuck table. This is used often with dinner guests. Master will have 20 to 50 men over for a feast. There is no requirement to cook as my duties lay other places. He likes to place me in the center of the dungeon. There is elevated seating for spectators. Part of his expectations of the dinner guests is that each man will either shoot a load in my mouth or in my ass. In order to be invited to such an event, you had better be an exhibitionist because all activity is done in the nude. Shots of dick medication are available for the taking so that each man will be hard for several hours.
Master prefers two at a time. One in my mouth and one in my ass. Men who wish to suck my cock can be under the table as it is specially made so that my hard dick is available.
I look forward to evenings like this as Master gives me the day off afterwards. When the evening is over, I am led to my cage and shot up with a sleeping agent that will allow me to sleep deep and soundly for 24 hours.
One day after a major suck and fuck party session, I wake up to find another cage next to me. There is a boy lying in the next cage crying. He doesn't even look 18, even though I know he is. Master is strict about no underage males ever on the property. He does major background checks on any male of questionable age to make sure he is 18 or more.
I am immediately aware that this is my replacement. I don't move enough for him to notice I am awake. I want to study him a bit. He reminds me so much of myself when I came here. I remember lying in this cage and crying as well.
I had done something really stupid, as teenage boys tend to do. I had answered a questionable advertisement for a male assistant. The ad did state that the employer preference was for a young, white gay male. I was all three. I told my Mom that I was going to check out this job. She thought that was a good idea. I had just graduated from high school. I didn't have a car, nor did I drive. I rode my bike to the office. There was something odd about it all. My intuition said that I should not walk through the front door. However, being a kid, I ignored my better judgment and walked in.
My future Master was sitting at a desk. It looked like a normal office. We had a decent conversation. He eyed me deeply during the entire process. I remember him asking if I was the type of kid who would work hard without question if treated properly. I said yes. What else would I say? I wanted a job.
I filled out the paperwork. Upon completion, he asked me if I wanted to have a drink. He gave me a shot of whiskey, which was something that I had never had. It burned going down. Within a minute or so, I became quite woozy. When I woke up, I was in this cage. I was naked. My body was completely void of hair. I was still too drugged to panic, but not too drugged to cry. I knew that I was gone away from everything that I had known. I didn't know what was up yet. I just knew my life turned in a different direction with no escape.
That is the state this kid next to me is in. I finally spoke to him. He told me a similar story. He grew up in a nice home. He wanted a job. Went for an interview. Took a shot of whiskey and now he was here.
I broke the news to him that he was now a slave for my Master. He was crying; however, I think that he understood and did not wish to fight. He seemed to be the kind of kid that was internally wired to serve. This would make his new life here better with that mindset.
For me, though, I knew the end was near. I knew that this was the boy that I would train to do the work that I had done for so many years.
My Master came in speaking to me only ignoring the new boy. He told me what my new job was. I told him I understood. I did not ask what was to become of me when the training was done. It was not my place. I had long ago lost my ego to question.
The first thing I did with the boy was get him physically fit. He went on an intense bodybuilding routine. He was given massive quantities of testosterone and hgh. He was rock hard all the time. Within a short time, he gained 20 lbs. of muscle. This was all the boy was required to do - work out, eat and sleep. I kept up all my regular chores. Master wanted a fit boy. No wimps.
The next thing was to get him trained in cooking, cleaning and gardening. He did well and learned quickly. Too quick for my taste as the faster he learned the sooner my final day arrived.
We didn't talk much beyond the schooling. I know he marveled at my stretched balls and huge nipples. I know he wanted to have sex with my hot, manly body. That was not something that I had any interest in. I am a sexual object for my Master and friends. I have no personal desires beyond that.
Master came into the cage room one morning. He told me that I was to let the new boy do all the work now. He said that I was only to workout, eat and be available for sex. He would be having a significant sex party with me as the main attraction. He didn't say anything else and I did not ask.
I worked out hard. I was given extra hgh for my body. My Master would bring me to the dungeon frequently. The primary act during these few weeks was fisting. It was a daily occurrence. After the fisting, he would tie me to a table and sense electrical current through my body till I came. He was giving me more of the cum drugs so the loads were huge.
I did notice that there were extra cameras set up in the dungeon. There were always cameras. I think every sexual experience I have had since 18 is on film. I knew that he sells them for significant money.
One day was a little abnormal. He brought me to the dungeon putting me up on the St. Andrews cross. He shot my dick with hard on medicine. He took lots of pictures of me. He put weights on my balls till I thought they would pull off my body. He then took off all his clothes. He got his massive dick hard and started stroking. While stroking, he took a cat-of-nine-tails and whipped my chest. He then throws me on a table fucking me like no tomorrow. He must have fucked me for an hour before he came. He lifted my weakened body leading me back to my cage. He shot me with the sleep medicine to give me a chance to heal.
Two days later was the party. My Master took me to the kitchen in advance and told me to eat. Afterwards, he brought me to the dining room where I was laid out as the centerpiece. He shot me with dick medicine so that I would be hard the entire meal. The guests arrived. After the initial chat about me, they went on about their normal conversations enjoying their fest.
With dinner's conclusion, each man was told to remove his clothes. There was a syringe and dick medicine at each place setting for the men to inject their cocks. They all then moved to the dungeon room taking seats in the observatory area.
Master helped me off the table. He gave me more dick medication leading me in the center of the dungeon. He announced that this was my final sexual experience as his slave. He told the audience that they could do anything with me they wanted with the exception of no whipping or anything that would leave marks. He also said that they could have as much play with each other as they wanted to. Except for the "no marks" rule, it was no holds barred.
The men ignored me. The left me tied up to the cross to watch. I saw all kinds of things that night. I saw men fucking each other. I saw men get completely shaved. I so large rods stuck in men's piss holes. I saw men tied up and whipped. I saw men making passionate love to each other. I saw loads of cum shot every which way. I saw many men on the floor getting pissed on. I particularly enjoyed the screams from the men tied to the table with electricity flowing through them.
All at once, the men seemed to be satisfied with their exploits. They came back to their seats. No one had touched me.
My Master took me down from the cross. He put me up on a table where everyone could see. He told me to perform. He told me to have sex with myself letting the guys watch. Something clicked in me. I had never done anything for myself in all these years. It had all been done to me.
I started to jack my cock. It felt so incredible. All these men watching. I showed them my ass. I worked my muscles. I pulled on my huge balls. I put hard clamps on my nipples and yanked the chain with my teeth. The performance lasted at least an hour. In the end, the orgasm was so intense that I collapsed to such a weakened state I could no longer stand or move. My Master and some of the others led me to my cage. I was given my sleep medication.
The next conscious moment I awoke in a nice apartment. I had clothes on, which felt really weird. There was a calendar. It had been 22 years. There was a clock. There was a computer - I was vaguely aware of what that was. It looked very different from the last time I had seen a computer. There was a letter of instructions. It was from my Master.
slave:
Your service to me is complete. This is your new apartment, which is leased for one year. You are within walking distance of a gym, a grocery and the bank where your account is at. As you make your transition, a limited amount, enough to live simply will be available from the account. Your duty to me for the next year will be to become a computer expert including learning to type proficiently. This will be very important to your ability to manage in this new world. The instructions are provided.
When the year is up, you will have full access to your bank account and no further contact from me ever. After the year, you will move out of the apartment. I suggest you travel to Amsterdam or Berlin where you will find more like-minded people than here. You are never to speak of your years as my slave nor to connect with your family. The consequences for such will be dire.
Thank you for your service,
Sir
I did as I was told. I had done that all my life for him. After the year was up, I got on a plane and flew to Berlin. I settled in the middle of the gay district. I soon connected with some dominant top men. I found that my sexual skills were appreciated.
The money in the bank account was astonishing. I took very good care of it. I always wanted to respect and please my Master even though he was gone from my life. Eventually I claimed German citizenship marrying one of my tops. It was more to help me out than for anything other than friendship. Regardless, since we had carnal relations it was not hard to pretend to be in love.
Eventually, I became interested in helping wayward boys; not in the sexual sense, like my master, in the sense of assisting them in a better direction. I never took on more than one at a time. I didn't work with them long. I didn't want to get too attached. Instead, I would direct them to the best services and then it was up to them. It is easy to find these young men. They are everywhere. There are many disappointments. Less successes; however, it does help me feel that I am still of service. My role never changed, just to the greater good.
The End
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