Paul , listen to this.
Mac
Hi thanks for the email and the update.
Good to see that Mike sorry Rover is coming on well . It's been ages since you solved my and his wife's problem by taking him off our hands. She is eternally grateful, as it's allowed her to have a whole stable of male slaves who do anything to keep her happy. One even agreed to have his testicles removed to prove his loyalty to her.
I've had some recent changes to the way that I deal with my slaves too. It's been two months since I permanently locked three of them, the only way out will be for the devices to be sawn off. It has its advantages as I now only have to worry about managing the wanking of three of them. The locked ones are getting used to being milked by anal pleasure alone, not that they think that the dildos I make them fuck themselves with are that pleasurable, but they are effective in producing a decent amount of spunk. The other three then get to lick the dildos clean. They do a great job too, they have memories of what happened to Rover when he failed to eat that dog food to make sure of that.
I've made some other changes. I realised I could increase my control if I had them all living under one roof. My house has plenty of space, so I converted the bedroom on the top floor into a dorm, Three single beds. Two per bed. Eric and Kurt have signed ownership of their townhouse over to me, and should make me a tiny sum, and pay off my mortgage. Phil and Richard's flats won't be cheap either. John's husband was looking for an excuse to be shot by him, although I've promised him that John will be available for regular arse cleaning duties. A shame that Paul was just a renter.
Of course now that they live with me there's no need to pay them either. The company now pays me to look after them instead. Of course I make sure I make a decent profit out of it. I make sure that my expenses are as minimal as possible.
Food and clothing suitable for slaves of course, porridge, dried dog food, the occasional scoop of protein powder, cold leftovers from the canteen. Before I asked them to donate most of their clothes to charity shops. Of course they complied. No underwear except for a couple jock straps, a thong and in a moment of weakness I bought them a pair of women's panties and garters. Two smart suits each for corporate clients, jogging bottoms. Most of the time however it's a pair of cheap jeans and a T shirt, emblazoned with phrases such as PISS PIG, YOUR TOILET, SLAVE, CUM EATER, PAIN PIG. FIST SLAVE.
I'm not a complete bastard to them, they get some pocket money, the looks on the eager faces on a Saturday morning when I had their allowance for the week. They are now utterly dependent on me, their wide eyed gratitude when I dole it out is a huge turn on.
It also means I'm able to keep an eye on their progress. Physically, mentally and sexually. It's satisfying for all seven of us as their pain threshold increases. It's of course a balancing act trying to get their nipples bigger and more sensitive whilst at the same time making the amount of pain they can endure higher.
They take it turns to be my urinal, ashtray, foot rest, boot licker. The one job they love is being responsible for cleaning me, they soap me down in the shower, then dry me off, They love getting their hands over my body. I like to taunt them with the fact that my dick is free hanging, tempting them with the opportunity to suck it . Not that I allow them to, the only time they actually are allowed my dick in their mouths is if they are on urinal duty.
A different urinal every day. There when I wake in the morning, there when I'm at my desk in the office, in board meetings, and last thing at night, and throughout it too. I've got to the stage where I dislike having to go to the toilet for a shit in the middle of the night, I think their slave mouths will be much better than porcelain - what do you think ?
You asked if I was interested in selling one of them. I really enjoy the initial training sessions breaking their spirit, and seeing how long they take to become obedient. If I do think of selling I'll let you know but I have long terms plans for them all before I tire of them
Anyway I have to go. Paul spilled some piss on the board room floor this afternoon. He's tied up in the basement now waiting for a good lashing with my cane.
See you soon Ed.
No sooner had Master finished reading his email to Master Mac than a pain shot through my body as he administered the first beating.
I was the day's assigned urinal. Phil had been fortunate enough to have had the first piss of the day, I had crawled into Master's bedroom, I saw his hands clamped firmly behind Phil's head making sure that not a single drop was wasted, This was Master's preferred way of using the Phil during his urinal service, straight down the gullet. My service was totally different, I rarely felt my Master's penis . I was expected to kneel there, mouth wide open head at a slight angle as Master aimed at my mouth. I was under strict orders to allow my mouth to slowly fill with piss, but was forbidden from swallowing. When it was reaching a point where it was in danger of overflowing, Master would hold his flow. I had to ensure that not a drop was swallowed or spilled. Only when Master was content could I relax and allow my thirst to be quenched.
This was signified initially by a tweak of the nipple.
After the second week of the new living arrangements he inserted a piercing with a small chain attached. Now I have to wait for that to be pulled, in essence the nipple is the flush indicating that I am to dispose of the waste in my mouth. Every two weeks the ring size has increased, making the healing slower and the pain when he yanks more intense. This is how I ended up in the basement, tied up waiting for a punishment beating.
Urinal service means being Master's dedicated urinal for the full 24 hours. At home, in work, in off site business meetings, or when he's out of an evening. If he has company we are expected to serve as a urinal for them too. Last week for example he had a business meeting with the Estate agent who was supervising the sale of Eric and Kurts house, he had decided to bring along his wife. I thought that he might partially give me some respite that night. But the wife was perfectly happy to take a carafe with her to the bathroom to fill for me to drink. I was expected to crawl under the table when the men wished to empty their bladders.
Today he has a board meeting, he and three others, as well as making sure that their shoes were well worshipped I had to make sure I knew when my urinal service was required. These meetings tend to go on for at least three hours and Master makes sure there is plenty of water on hand to ensure that enough urine is produced to keep me busy. It was approaching the final fifteen minutes or so of the meeting. From the corner of my eye I saw a fly being undone and a flaccid dick with an overlarge foreskin being produced. I hoped that this would be the final time I would be called upon during the meeting, my own bladder was full, as was my stomach. As the piss started to slow down my throat I had a sudden urge to cough, the contents of my mouth spurted out covering his crotch so that his trousers were soaked.
And that's why I am now here , getting my punishment. I've been here two hours, my cage having been temporarily removed, and a 5kg weight has been secured to my balls, a weight that has been gently swaying back and forth as I contemplated not only the day's events, but the punishment that was to come. A punishment that I fully deserved. I realised that punishments were now more regular now that Master had made us move in with him. Not a night went by without at least two of the slaves screaming as a cane or whip touched their flesh.
Finally I heard the cane fall to the floor. Master approached me, I could feel his gloved hand over my now red sore arse, a finger slowly entering my hole. As he played with it I could feel my dick twitch.
Let's see how hard I can get you.
Remember no cumming.
The pressure on my prostate meant I was hard quite quickly. He released his finger. As I cleaned it off he announced that my urinal duties were over for the day. He would come and release me in the morning. He pulled a blindfold over my head, I then heard footsteps, a light switch being flicked, and the door to the basement being shut.
I was going to spend the next eight hours at least alone, whilst the 5kg weight slowly swung from my balls