BadBob

'Craving' is the perfect word for describing my need for being fucked raw. I need that intimate contact and the knowledge I have seed in me.

Same with me. Mostly psychological I think, although it does feel better.

1,3 or 5.

Oh yes😈

Married to a woman for 27 years. Married my best friend and never had sex. She knows I'm gay an have sex with men.

Many thanks. Sorted👌

Sincere apologies. I've just tried to delete my account by mistake. I was rushing and trying to delete an account on another site and attempted to delete this one in error 😤 Can my account be kept as is. Regards Bob.

*****13***** The Master seemed pleased with me the following morning. He told me I would be fine now had fixed me. He said he had arranged for a master he knew to loan him a slave who had been taught waxing, to spend some time with us and teach a couple of us how to do it properly. We would then be responsible for maintaining the other slaves. He said 3 would be the other boy. He also told me that there would be a "Gathering" next week and that all slaves would need to be in first class condition as they would be viewed and inspected by other masters. He said he took great pride in his slaves and how they looked and how they behaved. He told me to pass on this information to the other slaves and then said "Tell them if any of them let me down they face severe consequences" He looked at me and said "Like you did. You will be responsible for their condition. Make sure they are waxed and cleaned, inside and out. Don't let me down" I said Thankyou for trusting me to do this sir" At which point he told me to leave. I thought about what he had said about the 'Gathering' and what that meant exactly. Obviously there would be lots of sex but, I wanted to find out how it went down. 3 told me he hadn't been to one and wanted to know as well. So, we approached 2. He had been here the longest, at least three years he thought. "I've been to six. The other masters bring some of their slaves or we go to them. The Masters take their pick and fuck who they want. A couple of times they've made a slave fuck another slave while they watch. Sometimes a Master might take a slave to another room to fuck. Some are very cruel. One time a slave refused to clean a masters hole after he had a shit and the slave was badly beaten then infront of everyone then had his tongue cut out. The Master said he didn't deserve a tongue if he refused to use it. Once a Master brought a new slave with him and allowed another master to poz him infront of everyone. Sometimes a master will put a slave up for sale or have an auction for a particular slave. All we have to do is do what we're told. There's no set procedure" A few days later the Master called for 3 and I to attend him in his office. There was another master present and a young slave. He was to instruct us in different types of waxing. The Master said we were to practice on each other. The other master was quite old and had obviously been told of my castration. My Master said "Come here and show Master David your castration scar" I felt very self conscious as I walked over this man I had never seen before and lifted my gown. Master David lifted my cock out of the way and ran his forefinger along my scar. "A very nice job. I do like a young eunuch. I'll be looking for you next week at the gathering" At which point he turned me around and gently ran his hands over my buttocks. "Mmmm, quite delightful" Then he told us to go and learn how to wax. The other slave we learned was called 'Paul' That was the name his master had given him. I had assumed all slaves were given numbers but apparently it was up to each master to choose names which is as it should be. He told us that his master was very kind and despite his age had a huge sexual appetite. He had nine slaves and would occasionally fuck them all in a day. The instruction went well. I hadn't realised there were so many different types or ways to wax a body. ***To be continued ***

******12****** When I return to the cellar the anaesthetic began to wear off quite quickly. The following day the pain from my castration was worse than before. I felt filthy with the weasels sperm leaking from my arse and in my body from the load I had swallowed. I couldn't shower because the wound had to be kept dry and now I was starting to feel ill, like I was coming down with a cold. I thought maybe the wound was becoming infected. By midday I had thrown up and I had a temperature. As the day went on I was unable to get out of bed which was soaked from my sweat. 3 was so concerned he went to see the Master who arranged for the weazle to attend. I was delirious by the time he got there and I only have a feint recollection of his visit. Apparently the wound was fine but, he gave me a penicillin injection anyway. He said in all likelihood I was converting after being infected with the Masters HIV. I didn't hear any of this conversation I was so out of it. A couple of the other slaves nursed me through all this and I am forever in their debt. I had never been so ill before and never so, since. The fever lasted for a five full days and it took me another week to recover. By then my wound had started to look alot better. I was able to have a gentle shower and although still slightly swollen I liked the smoother look. I hadn't had an erection since I'd been castrated but, then I had had the fuck flu, as 3 had called it, for two weeks including my recovery. I hadn't seen the Master since the day my testicles had been removed and I wondered if he would ever want me again. I also wondered how 5 was. I hoped he was okay and knew I would never see him again. I hope he hadn't suffered the same fate as me. 3 assured me he wouldn't have as he was the passive partner. It was another couple of weeks before the Master demanded my attendance in his bed chamber. As I knocked on the I was extremely nervous. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to show him that I wanted to be a good slave. To serve him in anyway he desired. I would do anything to prove myself. "Come" He shouted. I opened the door then closed it behind me. He was standing with his hands on his hips looking me and down. "Strip" I was shaking as I de-robed. My cock looked tiny. He looked at it and nodded his approval. "Good I see your dick is behaving. Come here" He commanded. He took hold of my cock and began to stroke it softly, paying particular attention to the glands. I can't say it wasn't pleasurable, it certainly was but, there was no physical reaction, not even a drop of semen. He looked pleased as he removed his dressing gown. He told me to lay back on the bed and spread my legs. He lifted my limp cock and examined the fading scar where my testicles and scrotum had once been. He made a sound of approval. "I think I'm going to have to castrate all my slaves. It looks beautiful. Now turn over, I'm going to fuck senseless, eunuch" It had been so long since he fucked me I felt like a virgin as he ripped into me. He pounded me hard and the pain was immense but I didn't care. When he filled me with his seed he thrust deeper than any man had ever been. I could feel his cock throbbing as pumped it into me, filling my guts. I didn't need telling to clean him afterwards and true to form he was soon filling my mouth with his second load. I served him another three times that night. Each ejaculation was as large as the first. I admired his large balls that were able to produce so much seed. I love to lick them and feel their weight in my hands. Now I have no balls, he feels like a real man. ***To be continued ***

*****11***** I remained shacked to the cross for the rest of the evening and through that night. Initially my balls throbbed painfully but as the hours went on the feeling lost its intensity and eventually they were completely numb. My position on the cross became more uncomfortable as my balls became less painful as they were dying in my sack. My arms and legs ached. Every now and then I would weep at my predicament. The realisation that I was slowly being castrated I found conflicting. I had often thought that the ultimate submission would be to be pozzed or be castrated. I was now to be both. I could occasionally see the other slaves looking through their cages at me. Most were scared to acknowledge me but 3 would regularly look over and put his hands together as if in prayer with tears in his eyes. I now noticed that along with 5's cage being empty so was 8's. I felt very weak by morning. The others were getting up and starting their day and I was still shackled to the cross. I felt desperate. I had pissed on the floor and was so thirsty. I glanced down at my once large healthy balls which had turned black. Everyone had finished their jobs for the day when the Master, the weazle and 8 appeared. 8 was carrying the Masters chair. They descended the stairs and stood infront of me. 8 put the chair infront of me and the other slaves lined up outside the cages facing me, as they had been the night before. The Master said "Your balls are dead. You won't produce your inferior seed anymore. Pretty soon you won't be able to get hard. Your not a man anymore. Your a castrati, a eunuch. Your lack of testosterone will make you into a pathetic weak faggot" He looked at the weazle and said "Take them" Weazle produced a scalpel from a small bag he was carrying and walked over to me. The fear of the pain made me cry out but as the blade cut through my dead sack the pain was mild. I watched as the weazle holding my now severed balls held them up for the other slaves to see. The Master turned towards them. He said in a loud voice full of authority "All I demand is your loyalty and obedience. If you fail me you will suffer the same pain. You came here of your own free will. Just remember I fucking own you now" With that 8 picked up the chair and began to walk toward the stairs. The weasel came to me a unlocked the shackles on my ankles and knees then my wrists. I was so weak J collapsed on the floor in my pool of piss. It was a few days later when I was still recovering that 8 lead me upstairs to a room with a bench. The weasel was there. He told me he had come to remove what remained of my scrotum and tidy it up. He administered a local anaesthetic and performed the procedure. 8 looked on smirking. The weazle finished and cleaned up. He looked at me and said "You'll look nice and smooth once the swelling goes down" He really was horrible. Sleazy and seedy, a dirty old man. "Get up now and bend over the table" I thought he wanted inspect his handy work from behind, but as I learned across the bench 8 grabbed my wrists firmly and I heard the weazle undoing his flies and his trousers fall to the ground. I said "What the hells going on" As the weazle shoved his cock up my arse he said "I don't do this for free, this how I get paid" I looked up at at 8 who was smiling now. The weasels cock wasn't very big and he didn't last long before he shot his load in me. He slipped out of my hole and said "Clean it" I hesitated and 8 said "Get on with it, you really don't want to upset the Master again. You've only got one more thing he would cut off and your lucky to have that" With that I took the weazle in my mouth and sucked him until he was squeaky clean and hard again. As foul as he was I sucked his cock until he ejaculated his filthy load in my mouth and swallowed it down. Now I truly felt like a slave. I had just pleasured the man who had unmanned me. Made me a eunuch. ***To be continued ***

Apologies. It chapter 9!

If you can change it that would be great. It's a very small point, but anyone following the story closely would notice and maybe confused. There are two mentions of '7' in chapter seven, one in the second paragraph and one at the end of the chapter. If these can be changed to '8' that would be great. Thanks, Bob.

Hi, I need ti edit part of a story I'm writing 'The Master and his slaves' Can one of the moderators assist. Bob.

****10***The next thing I remember was waking up in a small, cold, damp room. I had no idea how long I had been unconsciousness and only a presumption that I was still somewhere in the house. My head was still sore, my throat dry and I felt groggy from the drug, whatever it was it had been very strong. The room was empty apart from a bare wooden bed and a bucket. The door was locked. The No mattress and no blanket. I felt so cold and curled up in the foetal position in order to try and retain some body heat but, I still shivered. I wondered what had happened to 5. I desperately hoped he was okay although probably in the same situation as myself. I don't know how long I remained in that room, that was basically a cell, but it seemed like hours. Eventually I heard a couple of sliding bolts being slipped on the outside of the door. The door opened and 8 stood there, un-smiling. He didn't say anything and walked over to bed. In his hand he held a pair of handcuffs. I felt so miserable and had no energy or fight in me. To be honest I just wanted to get out of this room. So, I just submitted and held out my hands for him. He placed the cuffs on my wrists and closed them tightly. I stood and he moved behind me pushing me with the palm of his hand roughly in the middle of my back. I was in a corridor with a cold stone floor and no footwear. I walked slowly and every now and then I felt the hand push me in the back. We went through a couple of doors before passing the room I been in when I first came to the house, then followed the same route down to the cellar. As we descended the stairs I saw all the other slaves standing outside their relevant cells, almost as if at attention, facing the wall fixed with shackles and chains. I also noticed a new addition, a wooden cross on a heavy wooden base. The cross looked like a multiplication sign rather than a crucifix. The Master sat in an ornate wooden chair also facing the wall and next to him an elderly small weazle of a man, wearing a suit and wire rimmed glasses. 8 lead me to the cross. I was more scared than I ever had been in my entire life. I was shaking and needed the encouragement of 8 behind me to keep moving. 8 turned me around and unlocked the handcuffs. If he hadn't then shacked me to the two high sections of the cross I would have collapsed, I was so petrified and my legs were shacking with no strength to take my weight. I really thought I was going to killed or tortured. The Master didn't look at me until 8 had shacked first my feet and then my knees to the lower sections of the cross. My legs were spread far apart painfully. All the other slaves looked on looking almost a scared as I felt. I noticed the absence of 5. His cage was empty and all his belongs had been removed. My heart sank and I wondered if he had been attached here before me. I noted that my own belongings remained where I had left them. I was crying now fearful of what was about to happen to me. The Master eventually looked at me. His black eyes looked at me with a desgusted look on his face. "You have betrayed my trust and dishonored me. You surrendered yourself to me and within two weeks you have broken your promise to me and worse of all you have defiled a piece of my property that has had to be disposed of" I couldn't believe what I was hearing 'Disposed of' I was openly crying now. "You will never damage anymore of my property. You have done this to yourself " He nodded to the weazle next to him who stepped forward holding a tool that looked like a large pair of scissors but, had stretched between the ends a piece of orange rubber, like an elastic band but thicker. I looked in horror as he grabbed my balls and stretched them hard downward. I cried out in pain. He let go and placed the tool and the rubber band over balls and pushed it high up just underneath my cock, then with his other hand pulled my balls down even harder. I heard a snap and the weazle withdrew the tool leaving the band tight around my scrotum. Unbelievably my cock had grown hard and was pointing upwards. He placed another orange band on the tool and placed it over my balls and snapped it shut just below the other band just as I shot the last load of sperm I would ever ejaculate. I was crying with pain now. The Master looked at me and said "I hope 5's new master treats him with the same regard" I felt some relief. At least 5 was still alive, although I would never see him again. **To be continued **

*****9**** As our bodies pressed together I felt conflicted but, the warmth of 5's body, the softness of his lips and hardness of his cock was all consuming. His arms enfolded me and pulled me towards him. My cock made physical contact with his own and then pressed against his smooth belly. I could feel precum leaking from me onto his stomach and my cock sliding around in the warm fluid as we embraced. I was lost in the feelings both physical and emotional. He turned in my arms and with his back to me my cock head, lubricated by my precum, slipped into the the crack of his arse. I'm not a top or even versatile but, at that moment in time, my desire to be inside 5 was as strong as anything I've ever felt. I pushed myself forward and my cock found his hole easily and I slipped inside him. He gasped as I moved inside his body. He felt wonderful on my cock as I began fucking him. The last time I penetrated a guy was at least a couple of years ago. It wasn't the natural position for me and whilst I had cum I hadn't really enjoyed the experience. I think I'd felt pressured on that occasion but, this was different, this felt natural and wonderful. I thought I heard a noise behind me and glanced back. I wasn't sure but I thought I saw a shadow emanating from around the entrance to the shower but, I was so involved in 5 I didn't give it anymore thought. I wasn't long before I felt the pressure in my loins begin to grow. I was kissing 5's neck and nibbling his right ear when I felt I couldn't hold off any longer and ejaculated a huge load into 5. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. My cock kept pumping for a few minutes after the initial release and completely empty, my balls completely drained. I rested my head on his shoulder and kissed his neck. He turned and we kissed. "God, that was wonderful" He said, as we kissed passionately. We were both so into each other we didn't hear him behind us. The first thing I became aware of was 5 looking over my shoulder and the look of fear that immediately registered on his face. I looked behind me and saw the Master and number 8 looking at us. The Master had a look of anger and rage on his face, he shouted something and moved forward at speed kicking me so hard in the balls I doubled over in pain immediately and, didn't see but, heard 5 shout in pain as he'd been kicked or punched somewhere on his beautiful body. I was still bent forward when I felt a kick to the back of my left knee causing me to fall onto the floor, followed by a kick to the head. His attention was then turned on 5. I could hear the blows and the screams but due to the pain I was couldn't raise my head. All this time the Master was ragging and swearing at us. I felt a needle stuck in my right buttock and began to fade into unconsciousness. As I drifted away the last thing remember was a voice in my telling me I hoped I'd enjoyed my last orgasm, but it wasn't the Masters voice but 8's. ***To be continued ***

******8******* I returned to the cellar apprehensive about what the Master had planned for me but, also resigned to whatever he planned I would happily submit to. One of my duties that day was to clean the toilets and shower area. 3 had already cleaned the toilets for me as he was unsure how long I would be with the Master. He done a great job and it was really kind of him. I thanked him and told him I'd do the shower area myself. I'd almost finished when 5 stuck his head round the door and asked if I'd finished and if he could he use the showers. I told him he didn't need to ask and said I'd finished anyway. All I had to do was wipe around the half dozen sinks that were on the opposite wall to the showers. As J cleaned the wash basins and the mirrors above them I couldn't help but watch 5 washing himself. He really was beautiful. His body was firm and slim with a well defined chest and firm butt cheeks. I finished cleaning the last basin and was observing him in the last mirror when he caught me looking at him. He smiled and told me he had been summoned to the Masters room later that evening. "I'm afraid I'll have to shave myself again before I go to please the Master. My hair grows so quickly. The more I shave the thicker and quicker it seems to grow. I thought I'd be okay but washing myself just now I could feel a faint stubble on my cheeks and my crutch" As he said this he rubbed his fingers over his belly just above his cock. All guys here were attractive but 5 was stunning. I could feel myself starting to get aroused. 5 noticed the tent beginning to form in the front of my thin cotton gown. "Would you help me shave my arse, I find it difficult to do myself" Of course I said I would. I'd helped 3 shave himself already but, I didn't feel aroused when I did it. I told myself I would just help 5 shave and that would be it. 5 bent forward so I could put some gel around his hole and his buttocks. His hole gapped just a little, obviously enlarged by being used by the Master. I could just see the pink interior of his sphincter. He pulled his cheeks apart so it was easier for me to shave between them and his hole opened a little more. As I shaved him I became fully erect. I knew I shouldn't. I had committed myself to our Master, but my cock had a mind of its own. Tonight the Master would to alleviate the problem, but now I just couldn't help my raging hard on. I finished shaving 5's arse and he turned round so I could help him shave his cock and balls. I was surprised to see his cock fully erect. There was a tiny dribble of precum at his piss slit. I had been bending forward while shaving him, but now I stood and looked into his face. I could see the look in his eyes and the slight smile on his lips. I couldn't help myself as I leaned towards him and kissed him on the lips. I felt hot, horny, overwhelmed and afraid that if caught we would be in serious trouble! **To be continued **

An overnight session at a Sauna in Brick Lane (can't remember the name) Got there at around 11pm and left at 7am the following day. Great night.

Swallowed 6 loads and 2 up my hole at the Greenhouse in Luton.

Mmmmm, delicious 😋

Great story 👏

Yes. Why not. If you don't want to be infected you don't have to be these days. What's more important is the connection you have with the person.

****7**** We showered together. The pain in my cock had mostly subsided. It was now a dull ache. The welt was forming into a bruise, dark red and a little blue. 3 told me a couple of slaves had been dealt with in the same way. "He doesn't like to see us getting any pleasure when we're with him. It's all about his own desires and dominating us. You need find a way to keep yourself in check, otherwise he'll get angry. I've heard of slaves belonging to other masters who've had their slaves cock hobbled. Apparently there's a nerve in your cock, that if it's cut you'll never get hard again" I looked at 3 in disbelief and horror. Inside I felt sick and scared. "They'd really do that to us" 3 said "They do alot worse" I remember what 5 had told me about the castrated slave and told 3 what 5 had told me. 3 said "Yes, some have been fully neutered. Had their cock and balls removed. If a slave is rebellious it calms them. You have to remember that not all slaves voluntarily give themselves to their masters, some are taken into captivity forcibly. Even if they do give themselves willingly, like us, they may have a change of heart and try to escape. Our world is very secretive. Anyone who tries to escape, go back to the other world, is seen as a risk to all of us" I had no doubt about my decision but, I could definitely see that it was not life everyone would want. I would try to control my urges infront of the master but, what could do. The following morning there were five of us having breakfast in our kitchen. I hadn't slept well. I must have looked a little worse for wear, as a couple of slaves had told me I looked rough. I told them that I hadn't had much sleep and told them about my involuntary erections. Number 1, who I'd only spoken to briefly before said "You should go to The Master and ask or beg for forgiveness. You don't want to start your life here on the wrong foot. You need to show him your commitment, your devotion to him and convince him your a worthy slave" I said "But, how can I stop getting hard when I'm with him. I just get turned on when I see his body, his cock and think he wants me. Surely it's a natural response" The problem was that's exactly what it was for me. A natural response to being seen as a fuck hole. I'd aways been the same around dominant alpha males. Their aura of power and dominance was exciting. That's why I was first drawn to the idea of being enslaved. That morning, after breakfast, alone in the kitchen I had a sudden epiphany. I would go a see The Master. I would ask for forgiveness and for something else, something that would, if not please him, hopefully convince him of my commitment to becoming an obedient, worthy slave. 4 was to collect The Masters bedding to be washed and service his room today. I asked him if he would relay a message that I wished to see the master. 4 looked doubtful. He told me that it was rare for a slave to ask for an audience unless it was on a serious matter. I told him was. It was evening when 5 approached me and told me that The Master wished to see me. He told me he was in a fowl mood and in office. I had no idea where his office was but, 5 gave me instructions and I found it easily. The door was closed and I could hear the Master shouting at someone and throw something that broke. I regretted my timing immensely. Should I wait or come back later? No, he had asked to see now. He would surely be even angrier if I failed to attend when asked. I knocked on the door. "Come" He shouted loudly and I entered. It was what I expected. The room was modern and functional, almost sterile. A desk, a couple of chairs and table were the only pieces or furniture. On the desk we're two laptops, both turned on and on the floor a telephone, which I presume he had thrown having been arguing with whoever was on the other end. "Ah 7, yes what do you want" He said in a gruff angry voice. I was very nervous, scared and shaking slightly. "Sir, I want to apologise for last night. I'm desperately sorry for my behaviour. Please sir, I will do anything to please you, to show my commitment to you. He looked at me dispassionately. "You're talking about your renegade cock. I'm not sure there is anything you can do about it but, there's certainly something I can" I said "Sir, I could wear a cock cage to stop my cock from ever getting hard again" He said "I'll think about it boy, I've a few ideas of what to do with you, but now you've come at a very good time. I'm feeling fucking stressed. I don't like being stressed and you can relieve me, while I think about a solution to your pitiful prick. Come and suck me off" He undid his zipper and flopped his cock out. He wa semi hard and it looked as angry as he was. He grew quickly. By the time I had walked the few paces to him he was fully erect. I slid my mouth onto him and as I did so I could feel my own cock stiffen. He tasted and smelled slightly musty. He hadn't showered since fucking 3 last night. I was glad I'd cleaned him well afterwards. His cock felt hot in my mouth and I could already taste his salty precum. I worked my mouth slowly up and down his shaft. He was was making appreciative sounds in time with his breathing. My right hand gripped his cock at the base and I was squeezing and releasing pressure as I sucked him. He was getting close, as he took hold of my head and started pumping my mouth and throat with his cock. His breathing became erratic and I felt his cock spasm as the first dose of his sperm was pumped into my willing mouth. A second, third and forth quickly followed with considerable force against my throat and the walls of my mouth. There was such a large amount I could barely swallow it fast enough before some escaped my mouth. I could feel him relaxing now and his cock followed suit. "Thankyou boy that was wonderful. I knew you'd be a good candidate the moment I saw you" A feeling of warmth and contentment came over me. It felt wonderful that I had pleased him. My own cock was dripping copious amounts of precum, so much that I couldn't hide it. The Master looked at wet patch on the front of my gown as I stood before him now. He just said "Come tonight and I will fix you. Go now" His voice was calm and even now. The aggressive, angry tone gone. As I left his office I wondered how he was intending to fix me. I wouldn't have to wait to long to find out.

*****6***** I had been there for four or five days, I was starting to lose track of time already, when one evening 3 told me The Master wanted us in his bed chamber. We were to make sure were shaved or smooth and clean. My hole felt significantly better today and was ready to be used again. I felt exited and hoped I would be able to please him. I was still very smooth from being waxed, but 3 said he would need to shave and need some help to prepare himself. He had a nice slime body and like most of us, was very fair. It seemed the master preferred our type. 3 was able to shave his head, arm pits, the little hair he had on his chest and his legs, but I helped him with his buttocks and his hole. As I applied the clear shave gel to the area around his anus and the flesh between it and his scrotum I noticed that his hole gapped slightly. I could see up inside him quite easily. I mentioned this and he said it was like that permanently. He said he thought The Master had destroyed his sphincter with his incessant fucking but, he didn't mind as long as The Master fucked him regularly and he has pleassd him. As I carefully shaved around his hole and between his legs 3 told me that for the first time in his life he had a purpose for living. To serve and make The Master happy was all he wanted and doing so as best he could made him happy. He asked if I would shave his scrotum as he always missed bits. I applied the shaving gel and shaved him as I shaved myself. First lifting his balls upwards and keeping the sack skin taught and shaving the underneath then pulling one side then the other to get the bulk of the job done. I was very careful not to cut his sack. He then finished himself off, shaving his cut cock. I always found it easier to shave my own cock when I was fully hard and the very act of shaving myself always had that effect. Once happy with his preparations we both took showers, dried ourselves properly and dressed in clean gowns and made our way up The Masters bed chamber. 3 knocked on the door and we heard the command "Come" 3 opened the door and we entered. I closed the door behind us. The Master was again at his desk, working on a laptop. He told us to strip and wait. We did as we were told. My cock had started to get hard at the anticipation of sex. 3 looked over in alarm and shook his head. I'd been told the any sign of arousal, pleasure or enjoyment was not approved of. I tried to calm myself but, the more I tried the harder I got until my six inch cock stood proud. Luckily The Master was still concentrating on the laptop and facing in the opposite direction. I looked at 3 and gave him look that said "what the fuck can I do? He just raised his eyebrows and shook his head. I actually had a dribble of precum forming and short hanging string now. The Master closed his laptop, stood and turned. He noticed my predicament and frowned but looked amused at the same time. He walked past and behind us. I could hear him picking something up then there was silence. Suddenly I heard a swooshing sound and felt a really painful sting on my arse. "Lose that boy, or you'll lose it permanently" unfortunately the whip on my arse had the reverse effect and I was now stiffer than ever. This time the whip made contact with the end of my hard on. The pain was unbearable and tears ran down my face and the sting spread up the length of my now diminishing erection. I looked down and a welt had begun to appear. The Master dropped his gown and stood in front of us. His cock was hard. He looked down at it then at mine, which was now flaccid, then directly into my eyes. "There's only one cock that's going to be satisfied tonight and it's not yours. I'm going to have to fix you before our next party" I shuddered as to what he might do me. He pushed 3 onto the bed on his back. Instinctively 3 opened his legs. The Master applied lube his hole and to his own cock before unceremoniously ramming it into 3's hole. I still stood watching. The Masters balls were banging against 3's hole. He fucked him for what must have been ten minutes before pulling out and turning him over onto his stomach. The Master turned and said "Clean it" I took his cock in my mouth and greedily sucked him. I could taste and smell his cock, precum and the scent of 3's arse. "Enough" He said and pulled out of my mouth and straight into 3's arse hole. 3 hadn't made a sound since he'd started to be fucked. The Master really fucked him hard. His enormous balls were smashing against 3's own and he must have been in pain but still made no sound. After what seemed like ages The Master made a loud grunting sound forcing himself hard into 3. I could actually see his cock muscles pumping his load into 3. He rested on him for a minute or so then extracted himself. As he did so, a huge wad of his cum was sucked out of 3's hole. It formed a jelly like pool on the bed between 3's legs. The Master looked at me and said "Clean my cock, then his arse and my bed" I hesitated for a second then, again, took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him thoroughly, even licking his sperm from his mass of pubic hair. When he was satisfied he said "Enough, now clean up that mess" He said pointing towards 3's arse. I started on 3's gapping arse hole, slotting my tongue as deeply as I could inside and sealing my mouth around the hole and sucking in The Masters cum. Then between his cheeks and then the bed. I know I wasn't supposed to be enjoying iit but it was wonderful. The taste and smells were heavenly. I even started to get semi hard but the pain from the whip was still present and thankfully it subsided. When I'd finished The Master told us to get dressed and go. I was disappointed that he hadn't wanted to fuck me. I actually felt upset. We closed the door to the bed chamber and made our way back to the cellar. 3 told me that I must have really annoyed The Master because that was a really hard painful fucking he'd been given. He told me he really enjoyed my soothing tongue fetching his arse and smiled at me. **To be continued **

*****5***** My arse was sore but, I felt good knowing I'd been given The Masters seed and his sperm was at work in my body. He was very gentle and even tender afterwards, kissing and caressing me. I thought how kind he was now. Maybe, now I had given myself to him, he would treat me well and prove to be a considerate and kind master. I couldn't have been more wrong. However, on my first night he appeared to be the perfect gentleman. I spent the whole night with him. Not long after he had bred me he was hard again and I took the initiative and took his cock in my mouth and began sucking and sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, paying particular attention to the glans underneath the large domed head and cupping his enormous balls in my hand. It didn't take long before he was grunting and filling my mouth with a huge load, that was so large it actually filled my mouth completely before I swallowed it down. He had a huge sexual appetite and fucked me twice more that night, filling my guts full of his cum. The following morning, it must have been fairly early as the sun was just rising in the June sky, there was a knock on the door. The Master told whoever it was to come in. An unfamiliar slave entered. He was carrying a tray with The Masters breakfast on it. The Master looked at me dispassionately and said "Go" I was taken aback that someone who had been so attentive, kind and considerate during the night could now appear so cold. However, I realised I was a slave and now he had used me to pleasure him, he was finished with me for now. I picked up the gown, stained with his seed and my blood and placed it on me and tied the cord around my waist. The new slave led me to the door of The Masters bed chamber (I learned later that this was the term the other slaves used) he then turned and bowed before leaving the room. I did the same or though hadn't been aware that this was the usual way to honor him. The slave told me he was number five. He looked at the staining on my gown and said he would get a clean replacement when he had shown me my accommodation and showered. He was a friendly young man, a little younger than me with fair skin and deep blue eyes. He was, I thought, quite beautiful. He lead me back the way I had come the night before through the two large doors and into a landing, down two flights of stairs and into a lobby. There were a number of doors leading grand looking, well decorated rooms. He opened a door that was closed with a card key, that he'd removed from a pocket in his gown. The door opened into another large room with several large sofa's, padded platforms, plinths and a set wooden stocks. I guessed this was for when The Master was entertaining his guests while they used his slaves. On the other side of this room was another large door and beyond that, once opened, again with the card key, a metal staircase leading to a cellar. Five explained that this was where I was to live with the other slaves. There were cages set in a row with numbers on painted plaques on the side of each one. I guessed mine was number seven. I saw other slaves cleaning the floors and making and changing bedding. As I descended the stairs they all looked up and me, eyes drawn to the stains on my clothing. As I reached the floor they all approached and greeted me. Each telling me their name, their number. They told they told me how long they had been here and most seemed happy enough. Number five told me that as long as we did whatever The Master wanted we were fairly well treated though obviously we were considered by him and his friends to be objects rather than human beings. I had never thought this would be the case but, on reflection, it seemed obvious. He said we had to sleep in cages so that there was chance of us messing with each other. Sex between slaves was forbidden and considered a very serious breach of trust. Punishment for any breach of regulations was severe but this, together with failing to perform a duty, comply with an order, assaulting another slave, saying anything inappropriate to The Master or his guests or trying to leave were the most serious offences and carried the harshest penalties. I asked what the penalties were and five gave me a fearful look. He told me being beaten or whipped by The Master infront of the other slaves to encourage discipline was not unknown but rare. Another punishment was called riding the steak. There is a large wooded steak in the floor, about four feet tall. It is perhaps six inches across and the steak itself is surrounded by a wooded frame. The offender is tied to the wooden frame by the hands and feet and the steak inserted into his arse. The weight of the offender and gravity force the steak slowly and deeply into his body. The pain, as you can imagine, excruciating. Apparently the master has only ever used this once as it ruins the arse forever and slave is useless for fucking afterwards. Lesser punishments are long periods or permanent fitting of a cock cage as some of his guests don't think a slave should show any pleasure whatever they have to endure. One of the older slaves has been castrated. But, it was done to him before he came here. He has also had his tongue removed. Apparently he tried to escape from the service of another master and then shouted abuse at that master when he was detained. I must have looked shocked, I certainly felt it. Five put his hand on my shoulder and smiled. He told me that I must understand that we have willingly surrendered ourselves. Our bodies, our minds, our lives for men to use us. We wanted this and now we have to accept it. We know the rules and what happens if we break them. As long as we do as we are told and serve The Master he will take care of us well. If we are sick, he knows a good doctor to call and spares no expense for treatment. Enough for now, he told me. Let's get you showered and a clean gown. I followed five to the shower area. A wet room at the far end of the dimly lit cellar where I removed my gown and five took it. Fitted to the wall were shower gel dispensers, which I noted had been recently filled. As I washed my arse hole it still felt open, slightly gaping and when I looked at my hands there was fresh blood on my fingers. I guessed it would take some time for me to heal after the beating my hole had taken last night. Five returned and handed me a towel and a fresh gown. He asked if I was hungry and I said I was starving, having not eaten since the following day. Half way down the stairs was a small door I hadn't noticed before. Behind it was a small kitchenette and at a table sat two more slaves who introduced themselves as one and three. One was the driver of the van who had collected me the previous day. Five told me to sit. I sat carefully, mindful of how sore my arse was. The two at the table noticed how gingerly I sat down and two said "Are you okay. The Master is big but, you'll get used to it. Were you poz before you came here" I said that I wasn't but, thought I would be now after the fucking he had given me last night. One said "The Master likes to make sure you are. That's why he gave it to you hard last night. Did you bleed? "Yes and I'm still bleeding. There was fresh blood when I had a shower just now" Five said "I was negative when I came here and he did the same to me. He breeds like that to ensure your converted. After it was done and I was confirmed as infected I was glad I was neg when I came here. I feel there is a special bond between us and I'm very happy to serve him. It makes me feel even more devoted to him" Five had made me a bowl of muesli and fruit. They explained that the diet is very healthy and designed to keep our insides easy to clean out. Three told me that I should just take easy over the next few days, find my way around, not that there was much find, and that The Master won't demand anything from me a few days as he knows I'd be recovering. Five said he didn't serve The Master again until he'd had the conversion flu. So, over the next few days I got used to my new life. I did lite work in the kitchen, cleaning and a little cooking. I got to know the other slaves a little better and loved my cage. I felt secure and safe in it. Occasionally at night I could hear shuffling under the covers of my neighbours as they masterbated, presumably wishing they were the choice of The Master tonight. He always had one slave visit him. Usually a different one but, I noticed he favoured Five twice in one week. I could see why, he was stunning. ***To be continued ***

****4**** I slept on an off for the next few hours and when I awoke fully I realised I was completely naked under the fleece blanket. The young man who had brought me tea earlier had been replaced by an older man, possibly in his late forties or early fifties. He was very thin and although his head was shaved it was fairly obvious that his hair had receded anyway as the skin on his skull was very smooth. He was wearing a white cotton one piece gown tied at the waist with thin cord. He smiled and asked if I was ready to get up. He said I could shower if I liked and he would get me a gown. He lead me through into an adjacent bathroom and stood and watched as I showered with a slight grin on his face. I felt much more awake now as he handed me a towel. He told me that The Master would expect to see me when I was ready. I said I was ready and the man smirked at me and looked me up and down as I placed the gown over my head and tied the cord around my waist. He lead me past the room I had been in to a large gothic looking wooden door and pushed it open. This lead into short corridor and at the end was a matching door. The man told me to wait and knocked on the door. It was a few seconds before I heard The Masters voice shout "Come" The man entered and said "The new man is here sir. He has showered" The Master said "Good bring him in. Obviously I don't want to be disturbed for the rest of the evening five" The man replied "Sir" The man, who I now believed to called 'Five' stepped aside and waved me inside the room. It was a huge room with large floor to ceiling windows a desk and chair and the biggest bed I have ever seen. The room was warm and tastefully decorated. The Master stood un-smiling looking at me. "Are you refreshed" I replied "Yes sir, thank you sir" His eyes were on me, looking up and down. I was nervous, afraid and not a little turned on. He told me that he was pleased I had decided to become his property and that he was going to initiate me now. I knew what this meant, I just didn't think it would be immediately on my arrival. He had told me the rules and what would be expected of me in great detail during the two times I had met him and in the various emails I had received. He said "You will be called 7" You will forget the name you were called before you came here and never say it again, do you understand " I said "Yes Sir" He crossed to the side of the bed and told me to take off the gown. I was hard now, my cock was making a tent in the front of the cloth. He said "I see your ready, we might have to something about that " I removed the gown over my head and stood with it and the cord belt in my hand. His eyes narrowed and he shouted at me to drop it. I was shocked by the volume and the aggressive tone of his voice and my hardon wavered slightly. When he spoke again his voice was back to its normal volume and tone. "Come here" I walked across to where he stood and he reached forward and cupped my testicles in his hands. My cock which had become fully hard again leaked a little precum on his hand as he did so. He remarked how nice an smooth my sack was and I thanked him for the compliment. He sqeezed by balls quite hard and pulled them downward and I gasped. He smirked and told me, that like the rest of my body they belonged to him now and he could do whatever he wanted with them. My eyes were watering as I answered in the affirmative. He smiled removed hand then slapped my balls hard. Then pain shot through my body and I couldn't breathe for a few seconds. As I recovered the master was removing his own gown. I was physically shocked to see the size of his cock. It was at least ten may twelve inches long and as thick as my arm. His body was extremely hairy and his huge balls hung low. He was in reasonably good shape but had the start of a belly. "Suck my dick he commanded" I got down and took him in my mouth. I had to stretch my lips to get him inside. He rammed his cock down my throat cutting off the air supply and held it there, his hands on the back of my head. I told myself not to struggle, to just let it happen. I was his property to dispose of as he wish but, eventually the natural instinct to struggle took over and I tried to push myself away from him. It was useless, I couldn't escape, then suddenly he pulled out of me. I was still chocking and I was coughing up saliva and mucus. He turned away unconcerned at my state and walked to the desk. He pulled open a drawer and removed a bottle containing a clear fluid and walked back towards me. I could see that his cock had swelled and was completely erect. With his cock out of the way his balls looked even bigger. "On the edge of the bed, face down" He commanded. My own cock had shrivelled to nothing after nearly being chocked to death and the thought of his enormous member tearing me apart. "Remember you wanted this. I'm your master now. You belong to me. To use and dispose of at my will. Once my seed is in you'll be pregnant for the rest of your life" I was truly scared, shaking with fear but, he was right. I had and still wanted this. Wanted him to breed me with his huge cock and impregnate me. I felt the cold lube on my hole, a small mercy, as he could have just fucked me dry. His thick fingers were inside me now coating the inner surface of hole with lube. I felt something else enter me now, it was the nozzle of the lube container. I felt the cold fluid being sqeezed into my hole followed by a couple of his fingers. I did my best to relax my hole, letting my sphincter be stretched beyond normal limits. I felt another finger join the other two. I was actually starting to enjoy this and let out a small sigh. This was a mistake. I wasn't supposed to enjoy it. I was there to be enjoyed. He removed his fingers and picked up my smock to wipe his hands on then threw it back on the floor. "This is it boy, your mine forever" I felt the head of his cock on the rim of my hole then he pushed himself into me. My arse was being stretched beyond its limit of elasticity. As he pushed in further the soft yielding flesh of my guts felt like it was being torn to shreds. The pain was immense. He continued to push on regardless of the cries now coming from my mouth. I began clawing at the bed trying to move forward and away from the huge invader I was impaled on but there was no escape. He was up to the hilt now. I could feel the mass of his pubic hair between my freshly waxed arse cheeks. "There you have it all now" He said. He held it there for some time allowing my body to adjust to his size. Then he began moving slowly. Just short slow movements at first, not pulling all the way but still deeply penetrating me. He moved like this for a while, slowly moving further in and out with each stroke. My body had started to become accustomed his large member. It was still uncomfortable and I couldn't imagine it ever would be comfortable but, I had voluntarily given myself to him and I would endeavour to gladly give myself to him in this way whenever he wanted me. After ten minutes or so he began to fuck me properly. Sliding his cock all the way out then all the way back inside me as deeply as he could. A few minutes more and he began to pick up the pace. He got faster and faster and after fifteen to twenty minutes he was ramming himself into me. There was no doubt that he had done some damage to the deep flesh inside me, tearing the soft tissue. When he came he would certainly inseminate me with his toxic cum. The thought of this turned me on massively. He fucked hard me for at least three quarters of an hour then I could hear his breathing deepen and he fucked even harder. I could tell he was close. It felt like he was ramming his cock in me even harder and deeper when suddenly he shouted and filled me with his huge beautiful load. It must have been huge because I could feel it inside me as his cock pumped it in. I could feel his cock spasm as it pumped. I knew He had gifted me. I could feel his seed entering my blood stream. Soon his seed would be in every organ of my body, every cell, changing me forever, making me even more his. His cock kept pumping seed into me for a few minutes before he lay still on top of me. He stayed like this for a short time before sliding himself out of me. As he pulled out there was a slopping sound and I felt his juice pour from my arse and over my balls. He rolled off me and lay beside me. His cock was coated in his sperm and my blood. He looked at me and finally smiled. "You're definitely mine now, clean my cock" Greedily took his still semi hard cock in my mouth and cleaned every last drop of his seed from him. ***To be continued ***