John pointed at a space on the floor , kneel there.
Seconds later Master walked in. Good morning slaves.
"Good Morning Master" we responded in unison.
He walked around us as he talked. I had a really good night, slept fantastically, I hope you all slept well, those of you who had sleep of course he said as he pulled back Richard's head spitting into his open mouth.
Yes sir we all responded, Richard remained silent.
It's breakfast time. Let's see those bottles of piss. I'd forgotten all about the bottle which I'd left on my desk as I entered.
Paul you will always have that bottle at hand for the morning inspection, unless you want to go without breakfast, or you could be joining Mike here with his special diet, do you want that.
No Master
Thought not, perhaps dog food only tastes good when served from a leather plate. You slaves are so fucking fussy sometimes.
John, Kurt, swap your bottles,
Phil, Paul. now you
Richard swap your with Eric
Cause 29 Master will ensure slaves are watered and fed.
As we swapped our bottles, he again began to walk, and poured something into each of our bowls
Of course it's not going to be all down to me, so you have to provide some of the water yourselves. I always think that musili is a good healthy start to the day. In this office it's made up with piss. Pour some of your fellow slaves piss into your bowl.
Phil's piss was dark and from the smell probably strong and acrid.
Master then ordered us to swap bottles again, this time I ended up with Kurts.
Pour that into your drinking bowls. Kurt's piss was lighter and I hoped sweeter.
Ok Eat.
As one we stuck our faces in the bowl of urine seasoned musili, after a few mouthfuls, another order.
Drink, eat , drink, eat , drink. Before long we had all finished our musili.
"Slaves finish off those bowls of piss, you can use your hands,
Ok dear poor Mike, still have some food left. One day, one day. "
Mike collapsed on the floor and began to sob.
Master ignored him.
It's Tuesday, what does that mean?
Kurt tells Paul what Tuesday means.
It's milking day Sir.
That's right, prostate health is important, so every Tuesday you have an opportunity to be milked. Those little dicks of yours get thirty minutes of freedom, and you get to wank. Thirty minutes of non stop wanking. So even if you cum in the first twenty seconds.
Trousers down, lets see those cages.
All seven of us stood there arms behind our back as Master looked at us tapping each cage in turn with his knuckle. He opened his shirt collar revealing a chain from which hung a number of keys.
The sense of relief on the faces of my fellow slaves was obvious. I'd already seen Phil's large member but was keen to see what the others had. Kurt and Eric were averagely endowed with Kurt having a larger than expected girth, the type I'd usually associate with someone who had spent the evening on a vacuum pump. Mike's was average, off considering i thought that his cage yesterday was large, I pondered on the discrepancy, I'm sure iI'd find out soon enough.
John and Richard stood there looking sheepish as Master released them. Not sure why I actually bother with these two he sneered, tiny little worms, not really worth bothering with.
Both slaves blushed deep red, but I knew that this wasn't the first time that they had been so insulted.
And Paul, he said showing me the key to my lock, less than 24 hours locked is not really a risk, I think we can wait until next week to give yours an airing. I didn't know how to react, so I stood there impassively . My dick was straining against the confines of the cage telling me that it wanted freedom, but it like my mind was now controlled by Master.
Master went to a cabinet and handed my fellow slaves a tumbler each.
Ready steady go.
I watched as they began to wank, Phill playing with his slowly, and gently as his foreskin retracted over the head with his stroke, making up for the brutal way that it got treated by Master no doubt. Eric and Kurt looked at each other smiling as they wanked. Richard and John ferociously wanted their dicks, it was comic considering that neither was more than two inches long , yet were already rock hard. I then heard a groan Mike was shooting into his glass. I was surprised at how much he produced, considering how awful Master had treated him in the last 24 hours. The next to cum was Phil who had upped the pace of his stroke a gloopy concoction covered the bases of the glass, Kurt and Eric whose deep guttural breathing were at the rhythmically matched came at the same time, their ejaculation hitting the bottom of the glass simultaneously. By the time that Phil came for a second time with an equally large amount of spunk John and Richard were still playing with their nubs, their face tight with concentration trying to will themselves to cum .
Eric and Kurt had I noticed started to wank each other off, their breathing still matching, the pace now much faster, their breathing deeper, Fuck cried Kurt simultanously swatting Erics hand off his dick as he relased his grip on Eric's, what emerged from his large bright red dickhead was liquid and almost clear, Eric's second cum was not long behind.
Three minutes announced Master, John and Richard had still failed to produce anything except for Richard who had a sheen of precum, a look of possible failure on their faces.
Phil let out a scream as he came, overshadowing Richard his thirty minutes of wanking resulting in a trickle of cum that dribbled down the side of a glass like a raindrop falling down a window pane.
Time up,
John, John John. Not even a spurt. You poor thing.
Better get you locked up pronto. You know what that means don't you, no release for the next month. You better hope that you can get some release with your butt plugs.
Paul, collect those glasses, and put the cum into one glass, use Richard's there's plenty of room in his. Richard blushed , but was relieved that he wasn't facing the same fate as John.
I collected the glasses and poured their contents into Richard's glass, I handed it to Master.
He took it from me. You `ll see this later if you're lucky.
Now to get you all locked back up,