Training the Marine

TRAINING THE MARINE - Part 3

By Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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It was difficult to focus on my meetings that afternoon, as I was considering how I was going to achieve the next part of my plan: the slave needed to have his pubic hair properly shaved and trimmed (I like all my slaves to have clean-shaven balls and only small pubic patches. And of course you always need the ass shaved in case you want to use the slave sexually - I even have this done to the slaves on the field gangs, as whilst it's unlikely that they will ever be brought to my bed, it can sometimes be amusing to have one unchained from a work gang and take him by the side of the road. When I'm relaxing on my estate at the weekend I often take out a litter on a tour of inspection, just to keep everyone "up to the mark", and sometimes if I see a specimen who is particularly attractive, or even if I have just got an erection as one often does whilst travelling, I stop and take relief. It may seem an extravagant expense to have all the thousand-or-so slaves shaved every week, but actually they do need washing occasionally anyway and so the small additional cost of soap is not a huge burden on the estate's running costs).

I could of course order guards and a bath slave in to the slave's cage and have him forcibly shaved, but you will recall that my plan was to break this slave "voluntarily" - each step down the road to complete subjugation had to be taken by himself, so that he fully understood what he was doing and to what it would lead. It was therefore necessary that he should shave his own balls and so on, and I knew this would be difficult to achieve.

That night I went in to the basement area and was glad to see the slave looking much more cheerful - leaving him some light was a good step. But he still had not remembered the correct form when I entered the room.

"On your knees, slave!", I had to say, to remind him. And it seems it was just a momentary lapse, as he knelt before me and touched his forehead to the floor.

"You may rise and go to rest", I said, showing him by my tone that I was pleased with his actions.

When he was standing with his arms neatly clasped behind his back, I let him see that I was looking closely at his cock and balls. The time he had spent naked since we had last met was having a good effect - he seemed to be much more relaxed and at ease with his nudity than he had been before.

"Last time, slave, I had a quick inspection of my property. But now I require to carry out a more detailed examination. Sadly, I cannot trust you to properly comply with this simple act that a master can carry out on his property, so it will be necessary to restrain you temporarily." I was keeping my voice calm, even though inwardly I was trembling with excitement at the thought of being able to run my hands over his body.

"So come and stand against the bars of the cage, back to the bars, spread your legs - only enough to be comfortable - and hold your hands up at head height about a foot away from your head."

He looked as if he might defy me, so I continued

"Then after I have inspected you properly, I can feed you."

My subtle reminder that his feeding was dependent on my good will was enough to get him to comply. I went over to my cupboard and took out some silk ties: opinions vary about the best method of securing slaves: obviously if the slave is to be severely punished by a whip master whilst secured to a formal punishment frame, then one would want to use the regular steel cuffs and chains. Some masters are themselves interested in the texture and smell of leather, and they will tend always to use this irrespective of the level of punishment. Personally, I like to use something "appropriate" - on this occasion there was a good case for using stainless steel cuffs in keeping with the generally harsh atmosphere of the slave's cage, and the bars themselves to which he was to be secured were in this same material. But I thought that the use of the more sensuous, silent, slippery silk was better: it would contribute to the general air of calm I was trying to achieve, and I could additionally let it slide over the slave's body if I wanted, to test his reactions.

He had positioned himself as I had instructed, and I used the silk to first secure each of his wrists to the cage bars. It's not necessary to make such lashings very tight - as long as the silk is wrapped securely around the wrists it can be tied quite loosely to the bars. You don't want the slave in pain from tight bindings, and you certainly don't want to damage the skin with "rope burns" - at this initial inspection all the slave's attention needs to be focussed on the feel of my hands on his body, and any discomfort from the bindings will detract from this.

I actually asked him if he was comfortable standing in that position before I tied his ankles to the bars, and then I only needed to secure him in two more places. Firstly I passed a long length of the silk around his waist and tied it to the bars behind him - although this would restrict my access to his belly, it was a small price to pay: I've had slaves buck and thrust most unpleasantly on occasion, and this tie around the middle stops all that. I also think it makes the slave even more conscious that he is completely powerless.

Then secondly I slipped a thin piece between his leather collar and his neck, pulled his head back gently towards the bars, and again tied it securely. I didn't want to choke him or restrict his breathing in any way, again because I wanted his whole attention elsewhere. But I have had a very unpleasant experience with a slave who had retained movement of his head on one of these inspections - he had butted me with it when I was in very close and about to look at his teeth! As I mentioned earlier, that was a failure on my part as I should have anticipated that a wild slave would react in that way and taken reasonable steps to prevent it. Having struck me, I had no choice but to order his execution. I didn't want this marine, to whom I had now taken a real liking, to have to suffer such a fate.

Satisfied that he was completely secure, I opened the cage door and went in and stood in front of him, letting him see my eyes roam up and down his entire body.

"Now, slave, I am going to have my first proper inspection of you. I find your body to be extremely pleasing from a distance, but I now need to familiarise myself more closely with your general muscular development and bodily attributes, so I can plan for your future development."

"I know from experience that some slaves object violently to this initial inspection, but I know you're a sensible fellow from the way that you have already understood that you are in my power and are co-operating, even though your motives may be a bit suspect! So don't throw it all away by using any obscenities to me, your master, whilst I feel you all over. And do not try to squirm and twist your body away from my probing fingers: we will do this together eventually, it is inevitable and you have nothing to gain, other than additional days confinement in the dark, from any resistance. Do you understand?"

Very reluctantly, I heard a low "Yes, master."

I always like to begin with the head. I put my hands on either side of his face, just under the ears, and gently probed his firm jaw line with my thumbs. I could see his eyes darting backwards and forwards as if in panic, but he made no sound and held himself still - actually, I could sense that his body was not only still, it was rigid - all his muscles were tensed and locked solid!

Taking my hands away, I lifted first one eyelid, and then the other. I don't know why we do this, as it's not likely that you can detect any serious weaknesses of the eyes, or any eye diseases, from such a trivial surface examination. I suppose it stems from my grandfather's time, when cataracts and serious eye diseases were common amongst newly enslaved labourers from Africa, even in young slaves. But I suppose it does emphasise to the slave his utter helplessness, and so I continue to do it. In any case, we should be careful to preserve and protect old traditions - they're part of our heritage, after all.

I then ran my hands lightly over his whole face, feeling the high cheekbones as I did. He really was handsome, with a very good bone structure - his cheekbones and jaw were of that protruding, virile, "jutting out" kind, and formerly as a free man I expect he had that generally confident and jaunty look that only men who are supremely confident in their bodies have. I was pleased to see that his ears were not already pierced - I expect that wearing earrings is not common in the marines - so that when I chose to have this done to him he would again know that I was in control of his body.

Expecting trouble when I was going to do the teeth, I first of all rolled his upper lip up, and then his lower lip down, to look at the base of his front teeth - all in excellent condition.

"Open wide!", I said cheerily, and was pleased to see that he did.

But I've got wise to slaves over the years, and before I started to probe around the inside of his mouth I got my tiny pliers out of my robe and held the end of his tongue with them. Pulling the tongue out of the mouth, I was then free to feel around between the gums and the cheeks without any fear of the slave snapping his jaws closed on my finger - I've seen that happen to incautious masters too often to take any chances myself! And in any case, pulling the tongue out as far as you can helps you to gauge how good it will be at licking and caressing your cock in due course.

I then moved on down, only stopping briefly to feel the corded muscles in his neck, as they were largely obscured by the high leather collar.

His biceps were very good - they had matured properly as he was now in his late twenties, and were obviously used to working hard. Even at this early stage I was considering whether I should have him ornamented, and if so, how. I've mentioned that absurd marines tattoo on his upper arm already, and after I had had it lasered off as far as possible, I knew it would need to be covered - but that's not a huge problem as those "tribal" tattoos with long streamers of dark black are extremely fashionable and I could easily have his upper arm and part of his chest and part of his shoulder covered. My main concern was whether to have those upper arms ringed - lots of men in the West do, I know, wear leather arm bands cinched above their biceps to show them off better, but I don't like this.

To my mind, if a slave's arms are to be banded it should be permanent, with stainless steel bands fixed firmly and immovably. The problem is that I think it is better to have both arms done so that the slave is symmetric, but then the one on the arm with the tattoo might interfere with the purity of the design. I decided to postpone a decision on this until after the tattooing, and perhaps get the jeweller around then and have a small trial.

I've already mentioned that his pecs, aureoles, and nipples were a real pleasure and of the kind that I particularly enjoy. I didn't like the thatch of hair on his chest, but that would be off soon, so I proceeded as if it was not there. I rolled his left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, whilst simultaneously squeezing his right one with my other hand. He would have been writhing around had he not been bound, as he had sensitive nipples - good, I thought, as a slave who is sensitive to manipulation of his nipples is so much more biddable and controllable. As it was he started to gasp and cry as my inspection of them proceeded - if this was how he was under a light inspection and manipulation, I guessed he would be shouting with uncontrollable passion if I were to get serious and really start a little nip manipulation.

"Please, master, please stop!", he gasped.

"Hush, slave, be calm! I only needed to test your nipples for sensitivity. Now I know you are one of those fortunate men who can get great pleasure from a little pressure on them, I can adjust your training to take this into account."

I stopped working them at this point ,but was pleased to note that they had both gone very erect and were jutting out fiercely: it's always easier to ring a slave's nipples if they can be made to protrude like this, and you can use a good, large ring. Slaves with only tiny nipples are difficult to ring and often have to be restricted to those tiny rings you habitually see on western men, rather than the large 2" diameter rings that I feel are the best ornaments for slaves.

His navel was, as I have also mentioned, a delightful pit in the middle of his muscled stomach. I couldn't inspect it all properly as I had tied him around the waist for greater security, so had to content myself with just running the tips of my fingers over the ridges that were accessible. Then I raised my hands again to hold them under his armpits, and ran them down his sides, pushing and probing at his ribs as I did - all highly satisfactory, and not a trace of fat.

As he was standing against the bars I couldn't properly examine his ass muscles, but his thighs and calves were excellent - I don't like those slaves whose thighs are overgrown and too heavy, but you do of course need a lot of power there if you are going to use the man for anything requiring a lot of running or manual labour. I judged these to be just right.

That left only his sex organs, and regrettably these were still obscured by, and covered in, that ugly blanket of pubic hair. But I pressed on, and first cupped his balls in my hand and then gently - because the idea is to get an impression of the slave's body and not to hurt him (that can come later, if necessary) - separated each ball into one half of its sac and rolled it around. They were of an exceptionally good size, and hung low in the sac with a good length of "connecting skin" between the join with the cock and the sac itself. I always like a body with low-hanging balls like this that swing freely, as it's amusing to see them jerking up and down as the slave runs or exercises; and, of course, from the rear when the slave is bending over with his legs apart, it's affords you an excellent view of them. I do have some slaves with those tight ball sacs held high up to the cock, so that the cock juts out more as it rests on top of the sac, but I think that's more appropriate for slighter, less well-built slaves with that "young lad" look. On well proportioned "real men" like this one, the balls should, I think, hand well down as his did with the cock hanging loosely in front of them.

And finally I examined his cock in great detail, as it's one of the most important parts of a slave intended for duties of the kind I had in mind for this one. It felt suitably heavy, soft, and warm as I first laid it on my palm. As I teased the foreskin back, I was again rewarded with the view of the meaty head, gleaming pink under the lights, and with a good sized piss slit. It only remained for me to massage it gently so that it started to erect, and I was extremely pleased to see that when it was gorged with blood and jutting upwards, there were none of those very unsightly pronounced veins along the side, as you do get on some men. Of course you can't have everything, and even when fully erect the cock was only held at just above the horizontal. I know that some slaves can get an erection that is so stiff that the head almost touches their belly, but these tend to be the "laddish" types with long, thin penises. A slave with a good thick tube like this one can rarely manage to erect it much above the horizontal, because of its general weight and mass.

All in all, I was extremely pleased with his sexual organs, and started to consider what might be done to them. I'm not in favour of castration (unless the slave is so unruly that this is the only way to calm him), but I do sometimes order a slave to be vasectomised - it's not that I am concerned about the possibility of his siring unwanted children as there is no possibility of that as the only breeding women on my estates are tightly controlled; rather it is that a vasectomy can cause the balls to increase in size by up to 10%, and on some slaves that makes a very important difference. That hardly seemed necessary in this case, and, in any event, I thought I might breed from him in due course.

You know I was going to have him circumcised, but the more I thought about it the more my original plan for the full cut seemed undesirable: his thick, meaty cock would look better I now saw after this closer inspection with the foreskin trimmed just to the first stage, so that the tip of his cock head and his piss slit were exposed, but his flange was concealed.

I was considering having him fitted with a PA, or possibly a heavy ring around his ball sac to stretch it even lower down. But these large, low hanging balls and big cock presented another opportunity: perhaps I'd have him fitted with a cinch ring to make the whole thing jut out in a more pronounced way, and to make him almost constantly erect. I must remember to tell the jeweller to bring a selection, when I am considering the slave's body ornamentation generally. You can't really decide finally on these things until you have seen the area properly cleaned up and trimmed.

I'd more or less finished, but as I stood up I saw something on the slave's cheeks. Again cupping my hands around his head I felt with my thumbs and saw that two tears had trickled down! As I said, I had been careful not to hurt the slave as this was not my present objective. I needed to know what the problem was so I could avoid it in the future, so I asked the slave if he was in pain.

"No, master."

"Then why did I feel tears on your cheeks?"

"Master, it's.... It's..... It's.... Just that I have not had another man feel me like that before..... 'down there'."

"Did I hurt you, slave? I went very carefully to avoid causing pain, I thought"

"No, master.... It's just that.... Just that no man has ever touched me there before."

"Slave, there's no shame in having a master feel your sexual apparatus - any master would inspect a new slave like this to make sure all is well! Your body is totally mine, and so I am not at all concerned about feeling any part of it. You do not have to worry that I will be embarrassed or ashamed at handling any part of your body, including your sexual organs."

"Master.... It was me that was humiliated...."

"Humiliated? How can it be humiliating to have your master feel your body? Do you not accept that I own it, and that I can do anything I like with it? There's nothing humiliating about being inspected by your owner! So stop that snivelling."

"Any way, it's over now."

I went out of the cage, locked the door, and untied the silk ties so that the slave was again free to move around.

"Kneel now, slave, with your hands behind your back."

I was pleased to see he obeyed, and I fed him his evening meal of three biscuits individually, from my hand, rather than simply tossing them into the cage. It seemed an acceptable risk as he was kneeling, and, I thought, rather subdued after my examination.

"I think you must be getting a bit bored, slave, in this cage all the time so I am going to stay here for some time this evening and we will watch a movie together. You may get up off your knees, and sit comfortably - or as comfortably as you can on that concrete floor."

I turned the TV around so we could both see it, and started the DVD playing. It had actually taken some effort to select a film, as I did not want a "modern" film that was on its first release as I thought this might remind the slave of his old life. And whilst he would move on to viewing only sex films shortly, this was not the time to perhaps frighten him by showing him the sorts of acts in which he would later participate. I had chosen one of those "Roman epics" made in the 60s, about mythical adventures in ancient Rome - not close enough to our times to raise any echoes, and with a suitable cast of slaves to emphasise to his subconscious that slavery (even as depicted by Hollywood!) was an ordinary practice.

I found the film boring, as their use of slaves was trivial - several of the principal actors were shown doing things for themselves that any modern master would of course have his body slaves do for him! But it passed the time, and I think the slave liked my company and welcomed the colour, sound and excitement of the film after his totally bland experiences of the last few days.

When it was over, I turned off the TV and said to him

"That's all for today, and I'll see you in the morning. But before I go, I'm going to give you some of these disposable razors and this tube of shaving soap. When I appear in the morning, I expect to see you neatly shaven!"

"Oh thank you, master. This beard is getting to be hateful - I always like to be close-shaved."

I realised he had not understood what I had meant.

"Yes, of course you will shave that incipient beard. But I am referring to your pubic hair, your chest, and your ass! All my slaves are shaven in these areas."

It then occurred to me that he didn't really understand what I was talking about, so I connected to one of the public brothels on my PC, and piped the picture through to the TV screen. Directing the "shop window" slaves in the brothel to display themselves in front of the remote camera, I showed the slave how his balls were to be completely clean shaven, as was the shaft of his cock, and the entire area between the base of his sac and his anus. I further demonstrated how his unsightly bush of pubic hair above his cock was to be trimmed down to about a half-inch length, and a patch about one inch tall just above his cock and balls - all the rest, straggling from hip to hip, was to go.

"You will then shave you chest, but you may leave a small trail of hair up from your navel to a point just below your pecs. And, of course, you will completely clear out your ass crack of all hair.", I continued.

"In the morning, when I can supervise you properly, you will then trim your underarm hair down to half an inch as well with scissors that I will provide you with."

"No way..... I'm not.."

"Silence, slave! How dare you start to suggest that you are not going to obey my orders. I thought we were progressing well, but I see you are still wilful and disobedient. Do you think I am going to make an exception for you, when all my slaves are neatly trimmed and shaved in the way you have seen? You will be shaved, sooner or later, and for your sake I hope it's 'sooner', as I hate punishing you for behaviour that you will come to realise is simply pointless."

"Now, are you going to shave yourself over night? I'll give you lots of time, so there's no hurry. I know it's tricky to shave your ass the first time, but....."

"No way!"

I just looked at him, went to the controls and turned the room temperature down to 17 - not enough to be "cold", but a lot less than the "comfortable" 20 he was now enjoying. Then I sent cold water through the floor, to make it rather less pleasant to stand on, let alone sit or lie! Turning out all the lights, I simply left.

It amused me that night to watch him via the PC camera (the room could be bathed in I-R) as he kept rubbing himself to keep warm, and basically went around with his arms wrapped around his body. He couldn't easily sit or lie for long periods, so he had a very uncomfortable night with only brief snatches of sleep.

About 04:00 I was woken by a soft beeping - I had set one of the PC tracking programmes to alert me if there were any unexpected movements detected by the camera. Looking into my screen, I saw he was kneeling beside the crap hole - he must have had some difficulty locating it in the pitch black. At first, I thought he was just pissing, but then saw that he was masturbating.

How charming, I thought - he's gone over to the crap hole to do this so that when he shoots it goes straight down. And, indeed, he must have cum at that moment as I could just see him forcing his erect penis to point downwards so that the cum shot into the hole.

Everything on the camera was filed on the network server, and by replaying the scene and using some image enhancement, I could see that it was a good thick creamy rope of cum - I looked forward to seeing this "in the flesh" at a later stage of training! But why go to all this trouble to locate the crap hole? Surely he could do what most other men do and simply shoot off into his other hand, and then lick his palm and fingers clean. Could it be that he had never eaten his own cum?

I went down especially early - it was a glorious morning, and I decided to catch all my office staff unawares! The slave would not know I was a couple of hours earlier than usual, as in the total darkness, without a watch, he would not be able to keep accurate track of time.

As I went in he was still clutching himself and running on the spot to keep warm. I looked at him, and instead of falling to his knees as he had done the previous day, he just stared back at me in dumb insolence.

Although it really hurt me to do so, as I am not an unnecessarily cruel man, I simply went out, closing the door behind me. I'm the first to admit that I was in a foul mood for the rest of the morning, and my subordinates received several tongue lashings from me that were only marginally justified.

Having started my day early, I decided not to wait until lunch for my next visit, and took a break at midmorning. Opening the door, I saw the slave huddled in the corner, now visibly shivering - it wasn't really cold (at least if you were not naked), but the combination of the lower than usual temperatures, the dark, and the lack of food were obviously having some effect.

The slave made no move, and I knew I really should have continued my strict regime and gone out again. Instead, almost in spite of myself, I said

"We can go on for ever like this, you know. Or, rather, I can go on for ever like this. I expect you will succumb to exhaustion fairly shortly."

Looking at my watch, I continued "You have precisely one minute to greet me in the proper way. If you do that, I will assume you are prepared to shave yourself, and we can continue. Otherwise I will leave you."

I was seriously worried that he would continue to defy me, but to my relief just as the minute was ticking over, he went from huddling in the corner to kneeling and touching his forehead to the ground.

As I said, I'm a good master, and faced with this sign of obedience from the slave, touched the control to turn on the shower at "warm".

"Under the shower, and get warm!", I commanded, and whilst he was standing there I increased the air temperature and warmed the floor so that he would not get chilled again whilst drying.

He was still damp when he knelt to take his biscuits from my hand, and as he continued to kneel in front of me I handed him the razors and shaving cream.

"I will leave the lights on, and the shower trickling with water. When I come back later today I want to see you shaved, as I described yesterday. Should I get back and find that this is not so, I will punish you again - but I believe that you are an honourable man and would not have knelt before me a few minutes ago if you had no intention of carrying out my orders."

"I would hate to discover that you were a slave who could not be trusted, as we are going to spend a lot of time together and it is necessary that I like you, and I can't like untrustworthy slaves. I assume that marines, and even ex-marines, can be trusted."

Before he had a change to reply, I swept out, closing the door behind me.

During our Board meeting that afternoon I suppose my colleagues thought I was accessing the PC built into the surface of the huge maple table in front of me in order to verify facts or to receive additional information from my aides. I was of course not interested in any of the proceedings, as I had already decided what actions were to be taken on all the points under discussion and the formal minutes, when released, would merely reflect what was already being enacted. The only reason we had these meetings was to make the "great and the good" - the members of the Board culled from the Chairmen and CEOs of other global companies - feel good. I doubt if they understood the issues, anyway, and probably would not even remember if they voted one way but the minutes said differently! I was of course watching the slave as he cut and trimmed his pubic hair.

It's of course not difficult to do this yourself, although it takes a long time, and it's not as much fun as having the ministrations of a trained slave boy to do it for you. It's a bit more tricky and time consuming the first time when the hair is long and wiry and keeps clogging the razor, though. A quick "refresh" every three or four days takes very little time subsequently. It amused me for almost an hour to watch the slave contort his body to scrape away the hairs as he had been instructed, and I particularly enjoyed his attempts at clearing his ass crack - ideally, you do need to pull your ass cheeks apart and have a partner do this, I've found.

It was interesting to see that when he was done, he started to exercise. I had planned to insist on him doing a programme of planned exercises, as I wanted to keep his body firm and subtle. Doing it voluntarily, without being commanded, hinted at a deeper purpose - I suspected he wanted to be "in fighting trim" in order to effect an escape. But no matter - as long as his body was in god condition, what did it matter about the motive?

As soon as my meeting was over I went back down, and as I expected, the slave this time knelt properly as I entered.

"Approach the bars, so I can see you better", I commanded, then scrutinised his genital area.

Now turn around, and spread your ass cheeks."

It looked as good as can be expected the first time, so I said

"OK, assume the rest position. That's satisfactory, so far."

I fetched scissors from my cupboard, and told him to trim his underarm hair - I can't bear it when slaves are standing at rest, or at attention, and you can see wisps of hair trapped between their body and their upper arms. Neither do I like to see a totally shaved armpit, unless of course the slave is totally shaved all over, for some specific purpose (some of my wrestlers get this treatment, as I prefer the totally oiled look when they are fighting as an after dinner entertainment). So the half inch I allow slaves is a very satisfactory compromise.

He seemed reluctant to hand the scissors back, but did so without comment.

"Good, slave. Now let's feed you."

He knelt obediently, and I fed him his evening meal even though it was not quite due.

Sitting comfortably on my couch, and watching the handsome naked body standing there in font of me, I said

"Let's review where we are now. You know the proper way to greet me when I enter. You know the proper form of address to be used to me. You are now in your new 'uniform' - nude, with your body hair neatly shaved and trimmed. And", I continued, "I hope you are beginning to realise that resistance to my will is futile. I can withhold food, light, and warmth from you indefinitely until you give in. I don't want to cause you permanent damage, and I know that you want to keep in good shape in the hope that you can escape later - although I will remind you that I have told you that escape is impossible."

"It is in both our interests that there should be no more incidents of the kind that preceded your shaving.

I do not want to waste my time, as I want you fully trained and obedient as soon as possible. And you do not want to risk damaging your body or metabolism."

"I will tell you now that the training gets harder - not physically harder, as there's nothing here that's a challenge to a man with your musculature and training. But harder to a man who still thinks of himself as 'free', and who has still not understood that he is a slave and that anything his master commands must be done and cannot possibly be embarrassing or humiliating to him."

"You have already exposed your anus and your cock head to me, and I have felt your balls and your cock. If I had time, I would tie you to the bars again and repeat that inspection now that you are properly shaved - as you know, I did not find it particularly pleasant to have to handle your hairy sac."

"Tell me - now that you are shaved, do you prefer the feel of your balls yourself?"

Blushing, the slave mumbled "Yes, master, I suppose I do."

"Yes - most men do. When I was at Cambridge I persuaded most of the men in the first XV to follow my example and shave themselves - they all laughed at me the first time I went up, tried out for the team, and went into the communal bath after a match. But after I persuaded another man to try it, and he affirmed that it actually felt much nicer when you were caressing your own balls, let alone when others did it to you, the remainder followed suit."

"Right, then. Even if you don't agree with what I say, and even if you don't want to do as I command, why not try just blindly obeying me? You might learn something interesting about yourself."

"But enough of this philosophising: I want to see you masturbate. You may kneel down, approach the bars closely, and jerk yourself off."

"Master, No! I....."

"Have you not been listening? Are we going to go through another charade and waste a couple of days? Now, obey, or I leave you. You know you're going to do it at some point, one, so save us both unnecessary time and trouble and do it now."

Blushing deeply, the slave started to manipulate himself - rather half-heartedly, I thought! It took him a very long time to cum, but I was patient as I know a lot of men are extremely nervous and ashamed the first time they have to masturbate in front of others, and it affects their performance. I noticed him starting to cum, and snapped

"Catch that cum in your other hand! I don't want it going on the carpet!"

The slave did, and knelt there, looking at the pool of sticky white fluid in his palm.

"Now, no more of that silly shooting of your cum down the crap hole! Real men eat their own cum. So lick it off your hand, and swallow it down!"

Seeing his look of total surprise, I continued

"Yes, slave, I know how you have been relieving yourself. I have watched you on close-circuit TV, as even when this rea is dark, it is flooded with I-R light. That's why it is so silly of you to be embarrassed at masturbating in front of me - quite apart from the fact that I am your master and nothing you do can embarrass me, or be embarrassing to you - I have seen you do it before anyway! In just the same way as I have seen you piss, and crap - I expect that's the next thing that you will find humiliating, when I order you to 'go' whilst I watch - but I have seen it already, you know!"

"Now, do as I command, lick your palm clean and swallow your cum!"

Very reluctantly, the slave put his hand to his mouth and put out the tip of his tongue to "taste" the cum. How amusing, to find a grown man who is not used to the taste of himself! And, like everyone I have ever known, he was obviously surprised at the bland, not sweet, not sour, taste of it - it's curious, isn't it, that it smells so differently from its taste?

"Good boy!"

I went over to the cupboard, took out a further biscuit and came over and fed it to him as a reward.

Before I left I turned the TV to another of those old "slave" films - "Gladiator", I think it was called - so he would have something to help him pass the time.

I was extremely pleased with progress. From my despair when he had first refused to shave himself, I was now somewhat elated: only a very small amount remained to be done, I thought. Once a slave has humiliated himself by masturbating to your command, he has gone 80% along the road to total subservience. Every time a "free" man gives up some control - stripping, shaving, masturbating - it makes the next step easier as it is harder for him to justify to himself that he ought not to do it.

End Of Part 3