Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2004 00:24:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: St: Pleasure Slave, PArt 8 (MM NC BDSM FANT)

PLEASURE SLAVE, By Pete Brown. petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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Part 8

Somehow it seemed much easier and more natural to be
in the showers with Gary now.  Well, I mean, when
you've jerked a guy off, there's not much reason to be
shy, is there?    There were some of the other guys in
there, too, and I reckoned I was getting used to this
very communal life as I hardly noticed as they pissed
and crapped in the open lavatories along one wall, and
as I needed to go myself, I almost felt relaxed as I
sat there.

Gary was chatting to the other guys, and they were
swapping stories about the clients they'd been with
that night.  Almost to my horror I heard Gary say
"....and of course I was just having fun, in the close
confinement cage with Steve!"

One of the guys laughed, slapped my butt playfully
(something else I wasn't used to - this casual body
contact between strangers in the shower) and said
"He's a good fuck, isn't he?"

"I don't know, we didn't...."

"Hey, Steve, you don't know what you're missing!
Gary's really hot, and it makes a great change to have
a firm young guy like that - most of the clients are
pretty old, and not in good shape....  You've really
missed out there...."

Once again this casual, shame-free attitude to sex was
almost shocking.  I mean, you just don't talk about
fucking like that, do you?  Especially not fucking
other guys?

Gary didn't stay as I sat there and munched my way
through the tiny helping of slave chow - I was now
really starting to feel hungry with the reduced
rations they were deliberately feeding me - as he said
that he'd got to go off and help Master Brett shower,
shave and dress.  As I had assumed when I'd first
seen Master Brett, I knew that his immaculate
appearance could only be achieved by the efforts of a
slave, and it seemed that Gary was that slave as he
was Master Brett's valet, as well as, he told me,
being his sex toy when Master Brett did not want any
of the other slaves.  Gary didn't seem to mind saying
this at all, and I realised just how much the
attitudes of a slave really did differ from those of a
free man - I mean, fancy a twenty-two year old guy
seeming happy to say how he was used for sex by an
older guy!

I spent the morning working out, interspersed by small
intervals of meeting some of the other guys and
generally chatting.  Actually, I suppose, what the
other slaves had said yesterday was right - this
wasn't such a bad life.  I mean, I like using my body,
liked working out, and here I had a superb gym and
other in-shape guys to exercise with, too:  it really
makes a difference, doesn't it, to look around the gym
and see properly toned bodies working hard, rather
than a lot of flab?  And compared of some of the jobs
slaves had, it was a veritable paradise.

I got fed at lunch time, again, a very small portion
of chow compared to what the other guys seemed to get,
and it obviously wasn't the practice to "share" with a
new guy.  They looked a bit pityingly at me as I
emptied every grain from my bowl, but said that it
wasn't allowed to give your food to another guy as our
diets were "scientifically"  controlled.  "You can go
down on me and have a big helping of my cum, though,
for dessert", one said "Our owners don't mind that,
and if you're really hungry....."

It wasn't clear whether he was joking or not,  but
from the way the others were nodding, I suspected that
it was for real.  I began to wonder just how hungry
I'd need to be before I would willingly suck a guy's
cum out from him - although it clearly was no big deal
for them.  Again, another example of how very
different my life as a slave now was from that which I
was used to.

I was going to work out all afternoon, too, but I'd
barely started when a guard came over and said that
Master Brett had ordered me to go to his room.  I was
about to go straight there, when one of the other
slaves said "Hey, Steve - are you going for
education?"

"Yes, I guess so...."

"So you'd better get through the showers.  Clean
yourself inside and out.... Master Brett will have you
whipped if you get any of your shit on him...."

Look, the first time you have an enema it's awful.
The cold of the nozzle on your ass, the difficulty of
getting it through your sphincter, that awful feeling
of the water filling you up, and the way that all your
belly muscles feel they're being stretched.  Then when
you take the nozzle out, that mad rush to get over to
the bowl and expel it all, before you have to leak all
over the place.  In one way I was really glad I was
alone in the showers at that time of day, as I don't
think I could have stood having other guys watch me go
trough all of this humiliating experience - I know I'd
seen the other slaves do it yesterday, and that was
how I knew whet needed to be done.  But I wasn't ready
to have other guys watch - and listen - as my bowels
erupted explosively into the lavatory bowl.  Mind you,
it was different, I suppose:  you know how it is if
you've got chronic gut cramps and you're bursting to
go, then finally get to a lavatory - the absolute
sheer relief of it.  Well, I suppose it was a bit like
that, really.

It took me three changes of water before what seemed
to be coming out of me was clear, and I hoped that was
enough.  I pulled on a fresh pair of shorts, made my
way along the corridor, knocked quietly at Master
Brett's door, then stood there, head bowed, as I'd
seen Gary do the previous day.  You feel really stupid
waiting there - just like when you've had a problem at
school and have to wait outside the principal's
office.  Some of the office staff walked by in
"normal" clothes, but never gave me even a second
glance - evidently having a slave mostly naked,
standing in the office just in those tiny shorts, was
an everyday occurrence for them.  It was almost a
relief when I heard the call of "enter" from inside.

Once of the oddities of my new home was that you were
never really sure of the time.  There  was a lack of
clocks, and I of course no longer had a watch.  Of
course you could look out of the windows and see the
sun and so on, but even then, the whole atmosphere was
designed to create a mood:  when I went in to Master
Brett's "office" the heavy curtains had been pulled
across the windows, and the room was dark and
mysterious, lit only by the dim pools of light from
the shaded lamps, and the flickering of the fire in
the big fireplace.  It might have been early evening
in winter, in some old farm house in Vermont or
somewhere.

Master Brett was sitting at his huge desk, and I went
and stood in front of it.  He just went on signing the
papers in front of him, not seeming to notice me at
all, until he suddenly said "Steve, assume the 'rest'
position when you're waiting for me - head bowed, feet
apart, hands neatly clasped behind you!  Don't move,
don't shuffle - stand stock still, until I recognise
you.  That's the proper slave way."

I did as he said, and just stood there for several
more minutes.  Somehow, having to do this emphasised
the control he now had over me -  I couldn't wander
around the room and look at the books on the shelves,
I couldn't scratch an itch,  I couldn't even move my
head to look around.  Fortunately, though, Master
Brett seemed to finish what he was doing, and looked
up at me.

"Right, Steve - we're going to continue your initial
training today.  Young Gary has told me that you had
an introduction to masturbation last night.... And I
think I'll let you explore that for yourself.  There's
a lot to be learned, though - most men think they know
how to do it, and of course you know how you like to
wank yourself.  But there's a lot more to learn about
the whole thing, as after all you are supposed to be a
pleasure slave, and the men who hire you will expect
you to do it in a way that pleases them, not the way
that pleases you!  So be sure to spend a lot of time
with the other off-duty slaves, and really explore the
topic properly.  And the same with cock sucking - you
had a little introduction yesterday, but you need to
become really experienced:  I'll expect you to be able
to take any dick that's presented to you and be able
to really cause its owner to have a lot of fun, if he
prefers not to use your ass."

"Still", he went on, "You've got a month.  That's how
long we give you.  After our meeting I'll give you a
record sheet listing all the slaves here and you need
to 'tick off' the ones you've been with, and what you
did with them.  It's pretty tiring, as we expect you
to jerk off, suck and fuck each of them, and they to
do it to you, so you get a proper experience of being
with all kinds of different men with all kinds of
different requirements for fun.  And bear in mind that
you can only do this on days when your fellow slaves
are not working with clients - be sure to do the
scheduling properly, and not get to the end of the
month and find that there are three or four guys you
can't go with, or have to go with all in one day,
because of the exigencies of the job."

"You'll also see that you need to go with some of the
slaves several times - in particular, you'll spend a
lot of time with the nigga, as I won't tolerate
prejudice here and you need to be as comfortable at
taking black meat as white.  And, of course, from time
to time I'll call you in here and have you demonstrate
on young Gary how well you're learning your lessons.
Now, is that all understood?"

"Sir, yes."

"Good.  Remember, I run a tight ship here, and failure
to obey orders is not tolerated.  So make sure you're
properly on top of things - if you work it all out
properly, you'll only need to cum about four times a
day during training, and a fit young guy like you
should easily be able to manage that."

He got up from the desk, and to my amazement there was
a kind of scrabbling sound and Gary got to his feet -
he'd been kneeling under the desk, as  Master Brett
had been working away.  As I watched, Master Brett
tucked himself in and zipped up the fly in his elegant
suit  - evidently Gary had been servicing him as he
worked away.  Gary just smiled at me, looking pleased
to see me, and scurried to find his owner's suit
jacket and carry it to him.

"No, you fucking idiot, Gary!  What do I want that
for?  It's cherry picking time, and that always makes
me hot and sweaty.  The last thing I need is a
jacket."

Turning to me, he went on "Now, Steve, there's a
little custom we have here when we have new recruits,
especially new recruits like you who have not
experienced other guys before.  Master Jed and I like
to be the first up that virgin ass of yours, to be the
first to take your cherry.  So it's cherry picking
time, as we say!  You'll have lots of other dicks up
your ass before you're very much older, but a man
always remembers the first time... I like to think
that when you're old and grey you'll still remember
me, the man who first put his dick up your lovely,
tight, virgin, ass."

"Please, sir...."

"Steve, you don't speak unless you're spoken to!  I
ought to take the cane to that ass of yours  - in
fact, I might, as it enhances the experience of
fucking... well, at  least for the guy delivering it!
But I'll indulge you this once.... What is it?"

"Please, sir, do we have to do this?  I really don't
want to go with guys, sir.  Couldn't I work for you as
a slave doing something else?  I could be a gym
teacher, work on reception... Something like that."

"Now, Steve, don't be stupid!  The other guys here
don't need teaching in how to use the gym - our little
system of recording and punishment sees to that.  And
we have a slave for reception - a cheap slave, one who
cost a lot less than you!  You're a pleasure slave,
one who's going to be properly trained to give our
clients a whole lot of satisfaction, and in return
they will give me a whole lot of money, which will pay
back my investment in you.  You cost a lot of money,
you know - handsome, fit, young guys with a good
length of servitude always do, as you'd expect.  If
you add it the time it takes to train you, and the
costs of providing you with this great place to live,
right in the centre of the city, warm, comfortable...
Perhaps you don't realise how much all that cost.  And
it has to be paid for, and the only was that happens
is when clients pay fees, high fees, for you.  So the
only way  I can make a profit is if you are working at
a high-revenue task.  So that's why you need to be
fucked.  And that's all there is to it - it's a simple
matter of profit and loss:  unless you know some way
of bucking the basic laws of economics, which, as
you're not the US Government, who can spend and spend
as they like, I doubt."

I decided to risk even a caning, and have one last go.
 "Sir, please... I don't like sex with men...."

"That really ought to earn you a thrashing, Steve!
Never, I repeat, never, lie to me again!  Gary here
has told me about the fun you two had in the close
confinement cage last night.  You fucked him, as near
as damn it, so I don't understand why you're so
worried about the real thing.  Anyway, it really
doesn't matter - I have decided, you're my slave, and
so you'll do as you're told.  Slaves don't decide on
these things for themselves, Steve - they obey their
owners!  Your opinion is utterly worthless, as it's a
slave's duty to obey, not to do as he would wish.
Now, before I lose my temper with you, bring that
punishment horse over in front of the fire..."

The horse, on which I had been caned the day before,
was still standing in the far corner of the room,  I
went over to it and was surprised at just how heavy it
was - still, I suppose it was solid oak, and it needed
to be really massive to be able to restrain a slave
like me.  It was a real struggle to get it across the
room and on to the deep pile rug in front of the fire,
and I could feel myself breathing hard as I stood
there.  What the fuck was going to happen now?  Surely
he wasn't going to cane me again?

"Lose the shorts, Steve, and on the horse!  You know
how.  And Gary - leave his nose free this time, but
restrain his wrists."

I felt the heat of the fire on my naked butt as I
stood there for a moment, then the faint shock of the
cool leather of the horse's "back" as I lay on it.
Gary at once knelt at the front legs, and I heard a
couple of "snap" noises as my wrist bracelets were
attached to the front legs.  I was able to turn and
see Gary helping Master Brett undress - his shoes,
suit trousers and cotton boxers were all taken and
neatly folded.  Master Brett then stood there as Gary
unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it - he
didn't have a T on, I saw, and so he was now as naked
as I was.

Master Brett walked slowly around behind me, then I
got a shock as he pressed his body against my butt -
it was the sheer unexpectedness of feeling the warmth
of his skin against mine.  He leaned forward and ran
his hands down my back, from my shoulders to my waist,
as if savouring my flesh.  My whole body trembled -
was it in fear, was it in anticipation, or was it some
more basic instinct, that said that this was what a
body was for, to be caressed and used by another man?
I felt something soft yet firm pressing at my butt,
and Master Brett was rising and falling softly on his
feet, so that this delicious sensation was heightened
- I cold feel his wiry pubic hair scraping over my
tender butt, and knew that it must be his dick that
was rubbing up and down the cleft between my butt
muscles.

"Now, Steve....", I heard him say, then his hands came
up off my back, and the next instant I felt them
resting on my ass cheeks, then his thumbs were gently
prying them apart.  I started to shuffle uneasily, as
my feet were free to move, but he almost whispered
"Easy, boy.... We've got a long way to go yet... Let
me just look at that asshole of yours...   Now...."

The sensation came back again, but much firmer, more
solid.  His dick must be pressing into the widened gap
between my cheeks.  And then I shivered with
excitement, as his warmth actually hit the tender
puckered skin of my asshole itself.  I'd never felt
anything like it, never experienced another man's skin
against mine here - after all, even when you have a
rectal examination at the doctor, he uses a latex
glove!  It felt so strange - I had expected it to be
awful, to hate it, but instead it was exciting,
different, exotic....  I heard myself give a low moan
from deep down inside myself, driven as it were by
some primeval instinct.

He carried on rubbing himself up and down against me
for what seemed like an age.  I was moaning and
groaning with pleasure, and wasn't sure whether the
sheen of sweat that had broken out all over me was
caused by this or by the heat of the flickering fire.
The only sounds in the room were of his body against
mine, my animal-like expressions of something, and the
crackling of the logs.  It was as if the world outside
this place, outside the interaction of the two of us,
had ceased to exist.

Suddenly he stopped, and came around to my front.  I
saw his big white body, over weight and faintly
flabby, standing my me, his dick jutting out at right
angles from underneath his belly.  "So, Steve.... Not
so bad, is it?"

"Sir, was that it... "

"Oh, Steve, you are an innocent!  Of course not!
Don't you think you'd feel it when this big solid dick
actually docks inside you?"

As he spoke, he was rubbing his dick, and it bobbed up
and down excitedly close to my face.  I could smell
that smell that I'd learned yesterday, and it served
only to make the whole atmosphere even more erotic.  I
shuffled on my feet, feeling my buttocks, now together
again, sliding over each other - it's odd, isn't it -
you don't think of your muscles moving against each
other there, until they've been pried apart, then
allowed to come back together again.  Or perhaps it
was that there must have been some pre-cum leaking out
of him, and they were now lubricated slightly.

"No, Steve, there's a long way to go yet.  But this is
your first time, and I want you to enjoy it. I could
just stab my dick up into you - you couldn't stop me,
as you're restrained, and though that might be
exciting for me, you really wouldn't like it, and it
might even damage you - a guy's sphincter can get torn
by a real rape, you know.   But we're going to do this
properly - stretch you and relax you, so that when I
do get to slipping inside you it will be just that -
your ass will welcome my dick just as if it's a long
lost friend, that it wants to throw its arms around
and welcome, before squeezing it with joy... That way
we'll both enjoy it, and you'll have some reason to
really remember your first time."

"Now, then, I need to lube you properly and stretch
you a bit.  I'm a bit of an environmentalist myself,
and don't like to use all those artificial lubes,
especially when the body provides its very own,
specially formulated to make skin slip and slide...
Gary - milk Steve here, and be sure not to lose a
drop!"

Gary went out of my field of vision, but I knew that
he must have knelt behind me, as I could feel his
breath against my naked ass.  I closed my legs,
instinctively, to hide my hole and my dick and balls,
but I felt Gary's strong young hands trying to force
their way between them.   But I've got strong muscles
there, and by clenching my butt firmly and not
allowing my feet to move apart, I was able to resist
him.  The next instant I felt a resounding slap on my
ass, as he must have hit me!

It actually stings, you know.  You don't have to use a
cane to hurt a guy's ass - a strong open-palm slap on
your bare skin can be quite painful.  I sort of
yelped, and shuffled my feet, to try to ease my
discomfort - and then Gary was right in!  I heard him
say "OK, Steve, keep your legs open", and then he was
holding my dick.   I couldn't resist now, could I? - I
mean, his hand was right around my dick, so close to
my balls.

My body wasn't helping in any of this - I went
completely erect, in spite of knowing that this was an
utterly humiliating position to be in.  Gary now
pressed his face against my ass - I could feel his
rough stubble on my sensitive skin, and pulled my dick
downwards and backwards.  That only made my erection
worse, as I tried to fight it - I could feel his hand
really gripping my dick, and he almost pulled it back
between my legs before he began to stroke it, gently
at first, and then with increasing vigour

I know a slave isn't supposed to do it, but I started
to curse him, telling him to fucking leave me alone,
that he was a little bastard, and that I'd really beat
him up the moment I was free.  Master Brett seemed to
be laughing at this, and his dick bobbed up and down
as if he actually found it funny.... And all the time
Gary's stroking of my dick went on and on.

Actually, looking back on it, it's the sort of
situation that's a bit of a turn on - I was powerless
to do anything about it as my wrists were secured to
the front of the horse, and I had a young guy actually
"milking" me, using me to produce semen for my owner,
as my owner watched.  I don't know if you've ever been
"milked" from behind like this, but it's a really
different sensation from a normal jerking off, even if
that normal jerk-off is being done by another guy.
Somehow, having your stiff dick pulled backwards and
stroked through the inside of your thighs is a
completely different feeling, especially when the guy
doing it has his face pressed into your ass!

I couldn't help myself - very quickly indeed I shot my
load, and lay there on the horse, panting slightly
from it all.  I heard Master Brett say "Good boy,
Gary", then he disappeared from my field of view.  A
moment later he was rubbing and pressing himself into
my ass again, something that he evidently found very
satisfying as I could hear small grunting noises from
him, then it stopped.

The firm pressure of his hands on my ass cheeks told
me that something new was about to happen - I was
being spread apart.  And then there was a pressure on
my hole, a firm, insistent pressure that wouldn't go
away.  I could feel something wriggling around,
pushing, urging, trying to make an entrance.

"Relax, Steve", Master Brett said.  "It's only my
finger, and it's for your own good.  You need to let
me stretch you a bit, and to lube you.... Now, just
relax, and let me in...."

I tried my best, but as you probably know, you can't
really stop a guy's finger from penetrating you, can
you?  It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be,
actually - once I'd got used to the idea that my hole
could be violated in this way, the actual sensation of
the finger sliding in and out wasn't so bad.  He
withdrew it frequently, and each time he went back in
it got easier and easier.

"There, see?", he said quietly.  "Your own cum is a
good lubricant, and as I spread more and more of it
around, it gets easier and easier, doesn't it?
Now.... For the next stage...."

I grunted again as he now pushed two fingers into me,
and of course once that had happened, he was able to
begin stretching me:  it's a funny sensation, isn't
it?  The way that you kind of know your ass is being
opened out, but it feels good.  And when he then put
three fingers in and really began to stretch me, it
didn't feel any worse.

I've no idea how long it went on for - the warmth of
the fire, the relaxing atmosphere in the room, and the
casual way that Master Brett was playing with my body
all combined to make me feel very lethargic, and there
was a huge sensation of being at ease with the world
that swept over me.  So when I felt something quite
different pressing against my asshole, I really didn't
care much.

This was totally different - warmer that his fingers,
and somehow more insistent.  I could also feel his
naked legs pressed against the back of mine, and I
heard him say "Now, Steve, this is it - a man's dick
into you for the first time.  Just relax...."

But I didn't, of course!  The thought of his huge fat
dick pushing into me was too much.  "No, Master,
please, no...", I half whimpered.

"Now, Steve, don't be silly!  You know this is
inevitable.  An owner always takes his slave's cherry.
 Just relax - try to push out, as if you're dropping a
turd, and it will all be over in a moment."

In spite of my terror, I tried to do what he said, and
then I felt him pop into me.  I just knew that his
dick head had breached my sphincter, and he was now
inside me.  I was no longer a virgin.  I was no longer
a proper man - I was being fucked by a guy!  I wanted
to cry, or to scream with impotent fury at what was
being done to me, but what was the point?

Slowly, very slowly, he carried on pushing, and more
and more of his dick slid into me.  It mostly felt OK,
no, more than that - it actually mostly felt good.
But sometimes there was a sharp pain, and I winced.
At once Master Brett would stop, run his hands
encouragingly up and down my back and whisper "OK,
Steve... Take it easy... there, now, that's better,
isn't it.... Now let's move on....".

I knew his dick must be buried right inside me as I
felt his pubic hair scratching at the tender skin of
my ass, and he leaned right over me and whispered
"There, Steve - you've taken my dick now.  You're
skewered on your owner's dick, and I now possess you
totally and utterly.  Now, let's do some serious
fucking...."

He was really good at it.  As you probably remember
the first time you were fucked, it's a bit scary.  And
your body doesn't really know whether to gasp with the
sheer pleasure of it, or cry out with the pain - that
special, very special pain, that only comes when a
dick is sliding in and out of your delicate membranes.
 Master Brett varied the length of his strokes,
sometimes taking long, slow ones, and sometimes a
whole series of little short ones;  he varied the
power, sometimes just being gently assertive, and
sometimes almost slamming his body into mine at the
end of a stroke; and he paced it well, sometimes
stopping for many seconds to let me recover, or to
anticipate the next series of movements.

All the time I could kind of hear myself - I seem to
have lost conscious control of my voice - making moans
and groans of pleasure, or tiny yelps as that
exquisite pain from a well controlled dick struck me.
 When I heard him shout "Jesus Christ!  Yes,  yes, I'm
cuming....." and slam into me one last time, I was
almost sad it was over.

He fell forward onto me, his dick still buried into
me, and I had to take the weight of his big body on
mine.  It felt good, though -  he was hot, wet with
sweat (as was I), and somehow it felt good to feel his
heart pounding and his lungs sucking in the air as he
lay on top of me.

Finally, very slowly, very slowly indeed, he pulled
out of me.  I felt empty - figuratively as well as
literally, and just lay there.  He came around to
stand in front of me, and I could see his flaccid dick
hanging there now, shining with cum and sweat.

"One last thing, Steve:  clean me up.  Get that tongue
out, and clean my dick and balls."

"No, Master, please, no..."

"Yes, Steve.  It's only our cum, our sweat, and your
ass juices, after all - all good wholesome fare!  I
like to teach you slaves to do this from day one, as
it reminds you of the importance of really cleaning
yourself out before you go with a client:  if you had
been negligent in that, it would be a very unpleasant
job indeed! Now, come on, lick me clean... Get that
tongue out.  A lot of guys find this bit of it almost
as sexy as the actual fucking, you know."

I didn't want to do it.  I didn't want to take his
vile dick anywhere my mouth, especially as I could
smell the cum and sweat assailing my nostrils.    I
did everything I could to try to stop him, but he
hooked a finger through my nose ring and pulled my
head up off the bed of the horse, then guided my nose
and mouth in to his crotch.

"See, Steve - these little control things we have on
you can come in useful, can't they?  Now, be a good
boy, and lick me clean.  I'd hate to have to get the
cane out and 'encourage' you, after we've had this
fantastic  time together."

So I did.  And, like a whole lot of things in life, it
wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  And as I then
lay there watching Gary help him dress, I thought that
my life had now irrevocably changed:  I was no longer
a  real man - I truly was now a slave, something to be
kept to amuse my owner.  It was as if the last
vestiges of my freedom had vanished, along with my
virginity.

End Of Part 8