Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2008 07:07:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tom Series - Chapter 14

I was led through the house to a section I hadn't seen.  In the center of
the room was a glass enclosed shower.  Sir led me in, then left and closed
the door.  I leaned against the side of the shower.  I opened my eyes and
saw that the men had followed us into the room and were gathered around the
shower.

Evidently the show wasn't over yet.  Oh, fuck, I thought to myself.  Then
the freezing water hit me.

I gasped and then fought back the exclamation that I wanted to escape.
There was no escaping the powerful stream and I was almost instantly
shivering.  Moments before, I had been hot and sweaty, but now I knew my
dick had shriveled up and my balls had tightened up.

Over the pounding water I heard laughter and knew again that I was on
display and humiliated.  I kept my eyes closed.

I stood with my arms wrapped across my chest, waiting for what came next.

Either the water warmed a bit or I became used to it.  Then I felt a stiff
brush being applied to my backside.  I opened my eyes and looked over my
shoulder to see George using a long handled stiff bristled brush on me.
Even when he didn't apply pressure, I felt it scraping my skin.  Evidently
he had instructions from Sir, because he continued on with his work despite
the look on my face and my reactions.

He ran the brush between my legs and I had to spread them apart.  He
scrubbed along my crack and down my legs. He had already done my back,
shoulders and butt.

When he reached my feet, he pushed on my leg indicating I should turn
around.  I did and he started at my feet and scrubbed up my legs.  At my
crotch, he got one swipe across before I pulled back from the rough brush.
Once again I heard laughter.  I blushed.

He moved on and covered my stomach and chest with the brush and then worked
on my arms.

I saw he was going to go for my head, so I leaned forward and presented my
head.  The bristles once again bit into my skin.

When he finished, he put down the brush and picked up a large sponge.
Judging by its odd shape and tan color, I assumed it was a true sponge.

He used it on my crotch, and I felt the silica spines as he cleaned my
crotch and balls.  He motioned for me to turn around and pushed me to bend
over.  When I did, he ran the sponge along my crack a couple of times.

When he finished, he set down the sponge, picked up the brush and handed it
to me.  He then turned and presented his back.

He was shivering as I began scrubbing him.  From his reaction, I could tell
that I was being too rough, so I lightened up.

I scrubbed him as he had done me, but, when he turned around so I could do
the front, I saw that he was boned up.  He had been holding his hands over
it, and when I went to do his arms he had to let go.  His dick pointed
nearly to the ceiling, and there was laughter again.

He blushed.

I used the sponge on him and found myself enjoying rubbing his crotch,
balls and then ass.

When I was finished, the water was turned off.

The door was opened and we stepped out.

A towel was tossed to George.  "Use it to dry him and then he will dry you,
boy." Sir said.

I stood there and George approached.  When he started with the towel, I
found that it, too, had a very rough texture.  But the roughness seemed to
warm me up as he bent to the task of drying me.

I was thoroughly pink from the scrubbing and the drying when he finished,
and my dick was filling out from his work on my crotch; the humiliation of
being on display; and being watched as if I was some pet or ... slave.  The
latter gave me pause.  That is definitely what I was.

I took the towel from George and dried him off.  He looked around the room
once while I was doing this.  His eyes welled up.  I whispered, "Are you
okay?"

He gave the smallest of nods.  I used the towel to wipe his face and to
clear his eyes.

When I was done, he was just as pink as I was.  His cock had risen as well.

A bucket was then placed in front of us and it didn't take much for me to
figure out what it was for.  I didn't know if I could do this.

I had to close my eyes and try to block out the fact that I was standing in
front of a group of men who were watching me intently.  The room was still
and quiet -- not a sound.  That helped me a bit, and I took myself to a
stream in the forest and, after a bit, I could start pissing.

When it hit the bucket, the sound was loud in the silent room.  I managed
to get a good stream going and it sounded like a waterfall filling the
bucket.

A moment or so later, I heard another stream join mine, and knew that
George was going as well.  I opened my eyes then and saw him pissing.  Then
I glanced up and saw the men watching us intently.  I lowered my head as
Sir's form came into view.

When we finished, several men stepped forward and, without a hesitation,
began to piss in the bucket as well.  Soon, the room was redolent with the
smell.  I couldn't believe how much these guys added to the bucket.

When they finished, someone produced a dipper.  Something I had only seen
pictures of, but they dipped it into the bucket and then held it up to me.
"Don't get a drop on your clean body, boy," I heard Sir say.

I took the dipper and felt the warmth of the contents as I brought it up
towards my face.  The smell was even more powerful now.  I closed my eyes
and lifted it to my lips.  I took a swallow and almost gagged.  There was
some chuckling, but I got no reprieve.  I took another swallow, trying to
take more.  I felt shame wash over me, and my ears get warm.

I decided to just do it.  I drank down in big gulps trying to get it done.
When I finished, I gasped for air.  I hadn't taken a breath during the
process, not wanting to get anymore of the smell.

My mouth tasted terrible, but I was done.  I hoped I would only have to do
one dipper, but I had no idea if that was true or not.

The dipper was taken from me and I opened my eyes and watched as it was
filled again, dreading that it would be handed back to me.

Instead, it was handed to George.  His hands trembled as he took it.  He
looked around and, as the saying goes, he looked like the deer caught in
the headlamps, not knowing what to do.  A tear rolled down his face and his
face flushed red.

He took a sip and gagged.  "Drink it, boy," someone said.

His hand shook as he raised it to his lips again.  He squeezed his eyes
shut, causing another drop to thread its way along his cheek.  He held his
nose with one hand and used the other the other to lift the dipper to his
mouth, swallowing.  There was laughter at that.  But he finished the
dipper, then coughed and held his hand over his mouth.

"If it comes back up, boy, you will be drinking it all, plus what comes out
of your mouth," a stern voice said.  It wasn't Sir, but I couldn't tell who
had said it.

George's shoulders shook.  I couldn't tell if he was crying or fighting off
puking.  He had his hand on his stomach.

Finally, I saw his Adam's apple bob a couple of times and then he nodded
his head to indicate he had it under control.

Someone else said, "Good boy."

He wiped his eyes and kept them looking at the floor.

"I'll take that boy for training," another man spoke up.

George looked up quickly, but couldn't see who had spoken.  His eyes were
wide with shock and disbelief.  I saw him tremble again and look around as
if he was looking for a way out.

"Tomorrow, after I have talked with him, he might be up for grabs," Sir
said, and again George reacted as if he had been shocked with an electric
current.  He jerked a bit, and looked at Sir with his mouth open and eyes
wide.

"Tonight, he is just a guest and I still have things planned for him," Sir
spoke with an ominous voice.  I wondered what was planned.

I felt completely drained.  I didn't know if I could stand much longer.  I
didn't know how long I had been down here or how many times I had come or,
for that matter, how many guys had fucked me and how many I had sucked.

Just then, my stomach gave out a mighty growl that everyone must have
heard.  I think my empty stomach and the piss were fighting.  I held my
stomach as some of the guys laughed.

I heard some noise and movement.  Then I saw a bowl of something being
placed on the floor in front of me and another in front of George.

"Eat, boy," Sir said to me.  Then he gave George the same instruction.

Fighting the heat that suffused my ears, I knelt on the cement floor and
put my head to the bowl.  It was a large dog bowl, but what was in it was
warm and tasted like some sort of hamburger helper.  There was meat and
vegetables, plus some cheese and pasta.

The smell made my mouth water and that made me want to get the taste of
piss out of my mouth as well.  I took a tentative bite and found it tasted
wonderful.  Whether it was because I was starving or because it was good, I
went back and began to eat eagerly.

I saw George out of the corner of my eye, doing likewise but at a bit
slower pace.

I heard laughter and comments from the men around me about being a good dog
and being trained well.  Other's made derogatory comments that were
humiliating to me, "How low can a guy go?  Eating out of a dog bowl on all
fours; it's disgusting!"

It began to dawn on me then that some of these comments were probably being
said only to humiliate me.  Nevertheless, they worked on me, because my
dick swelled and my ears turned pink.

I finished up the food quickly, because I was ravenous.  I caught myself
licking the bowl, and stopped.  I sat back on my haunches and waited for
more instructions.

I saw George still with his head in the bowl.  His whole face was red, and
tears streamed down his face.  I could tell he was fighting swallowing
around the emotion that was stuck in his throat.  I knew what it felt like.

That made me think about him; here he was - this guy that I didn't know
yesterday.  And here he was being treated like a slave.  What must be going
through his head?  Something like "what did I get myself into?" and "am I
ever going to get out of this?" and "Oh, this is so fucking mind blowing!"

I could see that he was still hard as he knelt and finished his food.

When he was finished, Sir said, "Stand up, boys."

I stood up, and George did as well.  I looked at George.  He looked shell
shocked.

"That's it for the evening gentlemen," Sir stated.

The guys filed past us and, as they did, they touched us, boldly and
intimately.  Hands touched my nipples and tweaked them.  Others grabbed,
tweaked, or rubbed my dick and balls. My ass was also pinched and slapped.
Hands seemed to be everywhere on my body at once.

The sensations were overwhelming.  I had never felt so many hands at one
time, and my brain was on overload trying to process it.  I had to close my
eyes to eliminate that input.  I swear it felt like 100 men were molesting
my body.

When it stopped, I staggered back and had to catch my balance.  It was like
all of those hands had been holding me up.  I turned to see the last of
them exit the room.

I lowered my gaze to the floor in front of me.  Several minutes passed
before Sir spoke.

That gave me time to think about George again.  I know that when the fog
clears and reality kicks in things can seem pretty strange.  And this was a
lot to assimilate.

He had first seen me this afternoon in a men's room and now he was taking
instructions from Sir, and had been through a very complex and trying
situation.

I saw him try to regain his balance as well. He put his arms out to steady
himself.  I guess he had been through the same kind of touching sensations
that had overwhelmed me.

I saw Sir step towards George.  He put his hand out and took hold of
George's arm.  He squeezed his arm and said, "Well, did you get your
questions answered?"

"I, ah, I, ah, mean, I am..." George stammered.

Sir reached out and took the other arm as well.  He gripped both arms
tightly and said, "George, focus, and listen to me."  He said it with
force.

George jerked a bit in his arms, and Sir said, "I know that you have been
through a lot.  In fact, a tremendous amount.  I tried to let you
experience something I thought you wanted.  Did I push you too far?  Did I
make you do too much?"

George crumpled into Sir and fell against him.  Sir held onto him and
George cried.  This was such a different side of Sir.  I had never seen him
be so concerned and tender.  Well, maybe I had, but this was towards
someone else.

He had always treated me as his.  He tested me and stretched me.  But it
was quite apparent that I was his and he knew that.  He had put me into a
contract, one that I had agreed to; one that had changed my life in ways I
couldn't have imagined.  And I was sure, especially after tonight, that
there were more changes coming.

George reached up and wiped his face.  Snot was running down his face.
Then he wiped his nose, and Sir reached out and brought a hand towel out
for him.  Again, I was touched by Sir's thoughtfulness.

When George had it together, Sir said again, "George, did you get your
questions answered?"

He nodded and then said, "Yes, Sir."

"And.." prompted Sir.

"I'm scared," he said in a quiet voice.

"Why is that?" Sir said, but I had the feeling he knew the answer already.

"Because I liked it," he said even more quietly.

Sir didn't say anything then for a moment or two.  Then "And .."

George took a deep breath and said, "I am afraid, but I," he paused,
swallowed, and then continued, while looking at the ground; "I would like
to be a boy.  Your boy." The last was added almost in a whisper.

"I thought you might, judging by your reactions tonight."  Again a pause,
"But I can't take another boy right now.  I have one.  But I can arrange
for you to be given to a man who can use you and train you."

I saw George sag a bitm and Sir responded to it.  "You don't have to make a
decision tonight. In fact, for you, you need to really understand what it
means.  I don't know you like I do my boy, so there are many things that
need to be discussed before anyone could accept you as their boy."

He took George by the arms again and pulled him up. "Why don't you spend
the night with us, and in the morning we can talk some.  I don't think it
is wise right now for you to drive or to be alone."  He paused, as if
deciding to continue or not.

"Sometimes, when a man has been through what you have tonight, they have a
hard time looking reality in the face.  They wonder if there was something
wrong with them for allowing themselves to be treated this way.  All kinds
of thoughts run through their heads, and not always constructive ones."

Was he saying that guys have thought about or attempted suicide as a result
of this?  I could imagine it.  Allowing yourself to be degraded, doing the
things you had done, or having them done to you, and then wonder how could
I do that?  It could get a bit overwhelming.

"I think you boys are tired, both physically and mentally.  Let's get you
boys outside, and then upstairs."

He led us back upstairs and through the house.  I saw George's ears redden
as we passed Mrs. H.  He led us outside and I knew this was my chance, but
realized I had been cleaned out and didn't have to go, so I just peed.

"This is your time to go.  If you don't go now, you will not be let out
again until the morning.  You really shouldn't have much in you after this
evening, but I wanted to make sure."

He paused, letting George think about it.  "By the way, that bucket of
urine that was created tonight went home with one of the men.  He paid
quite a bit for it.  Just wanted you to know that we don't waste much
around here."

I was a bit shocked by that statement.  What was the guy going to do with
it?

George looked around, trying to figure out if anyone could see him outside
naked.  He looked over his shoulder at the windows on this side of the
house.  He shook his head, and Sir said, "Okay, inside you go."

He took us back through the house and to his room.  He brought out a couple
more blankets and made a place in the corner for us.  But first, he had me
remove his t-shirt, shorts, and jock that he had managed to get back on
while we showered.  When I removed his shoes and socks, he had me lick his
feet clean, focusing on the area between each toe, and sucking his big toe.

His heady masculine musky smell pervaded his feet.  I was lost in a sexual
lust again that the smell caused in me.

When I was done, he told us to lie down in the corner.  We had blankets to
lay on and to cover ourselves with.

George was down and curled up into a ball almost immediately.  I felt
concerned for him, and I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

He snuggled back into me.  It was so strange to snuggle up like this to a
naked man, but I enjoyed the warmth of his body, and my cock wedged along
his crack.

We listened to Sir in the bathroom, using the toilet and the sink. As he
walked past us, I could see he was naked, as he usually was for bed.  And I
followed first his dick, and then his ass, as long as I could, reveling in
the sight.

Then he clicked off the bathroom light, went to his bed, pulled back the
covers and climbed in.

He switched off the lights and we were left in the dark listening to each
other's breathing.

After a bit, I heard Sir's breathing modulate into a deeper rhythm, and
then he began to softly snore.

George turned to me then and said, "Are you awake?" in a whisper.

"Yes," I whispered back.

"Can I talk to you?" he paused, and then added, "Or will we wake him up?
Or should we go outside the room and close the door?"

I started to answer when I heard, "You cannot leave, but you may whisper
there in your corner.  I don't mind," Sir said in a sleepy voice.  Wow, he
must be a light sleeper.

"Sorry," George whispered.

"'Sokay," I whispered back.

He waited a bit and then said, "Should I do this?"

I started to answer quickly, but then hesitated.  I said, "Only you can
answer that."

"What would I have to do?"

"In my case, I had to give up everything for one year.  I can have no
contact with anyone, no clothes, no car, no money, nothing, and I do
whatever he says."

I heard him swallow, so I asked, "Is that something you can do?"

He thought for a bit and then said, "I don't know.  I don't have much
family, and very few friends.  I hate my job.  But to do this...I don't
know."

He was quiet for a bit and then said, "What if this other guy he gives me
to is mean and beats me or even," he paused again and said even more
quietly, "kills me?"

"I would talk to Sir about that.  He seems to know these guys pretty well,
from the little I have seen.  And everyone seems to respect him and look up
to him.  I wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't trained some of the men that
were here tonight."

"And what about this woman in the house? Doesn't that embarrass the hell
out of you to have her see you naked and doing these things?"

I thought for a moment. "Yes, it does, but I think the humiliation plays on
me and has an effect on me."  That was difficult to admit, but I realized
that it was true.

He shook his head.  I reached down a bit, and realized he was hard again.
I smiled; he was getting turned on by the whole thing.

"And what about the piercing, shaving, and tattoos?  Does that bother you?
I mean the tattoos are permanent."  He whispered urgently.

I chuckled into his neck.  "I really didn't have any choice.  And it isn't
like it says, `slut' or `cocksucker' or something."  But that made me
wonder that if Sir wanted it, would I have any say in something like that?
Was he listening to what I said?  Was I giving him ideas?

I felt George shiver, and I wondered if the thought of being tattooed or
having something like that tattooed on him was the cause.

"And do you have to keep yourself shaved?"

"Yes," I said. "It is something I must maintain."  Then I told him the
story of being taken into the shop the first day, stripped, and shaved in
front of those guys and that boy.

I felt him shiver again, but his cock in my hand swelled.  This was really
getting to him.

So I told him about the tattoo place and the piercing.  He asked questions
about what it felt like, and how I reacted to being stripped naked and put
on display.

He then asked about the scene he saw in the diner, and how I could do that
in a public place.  That made me cringe, but my own cock was swelling in
his crack.

I talked about the humiliation and degradation.  Talking about it helped.
Then I told him about the times in the van, the policeman, the
drive-through, and all.

He was getting hyper in his breathing and his questions.  He couldn't
finish with a question or a statement before he asked or said something
else.  I noticed that he was thrusting into my hand.

His breathing became ragged, and he was whimpering as he thrust into my
hand.  He stopped asking questions or commenting.  I think it was swirling
around in his mind, and he was envisioning himself in this kind of life,
and it was driving him wild.

If Sir had asked him the question at that moment, there would have been no
question what the answer would have been.

He was breathing through his teeth, and I felt him stretch out and tense
up.

"Faster, please," he whispered urgently.

I used my hand then and helped him.  He moaned and took my other hand and
put it over his mouth.  He was breathing ragged through my fingers,
groaning, and pumping away on my hand.

I squeezed tightly and rubbed my own cock along his crack.  I heard him
gasp and knew that he was there, and felt my hand being filled with warm
cum.  He pumped several times, and then held still.  I squeezed his dick
hard, and he shuddered and went completely limp.

"I hope you boys are done now, so we can all get some sleep," Sir said.

I chuckled to myself, and thought he had been very patient with us tonight.
What did that say about his thoughts on George?

I felt George shaking again and thought, at first, that he was laughing,
but then I realized he was sobbing.

I held him tightly, and finally he calmed down.  He swiveled around and
wrapped his arms around me.  He kissed me quickly on the mouth and
whispered, "Thank you for being there for me."

He turned back around and pushed back into my hard cock.  Then he was
still.  I imagined that everything, including the last action, was tumbling
through his mind, and I knew from my experiences that he was going to have
a troubled night.

Then it was my turn to review the events of the last few hours, and my
heart raced as I realized all that had happened and what I had done in
front of all those guys.

I pumped my cock up and down his crack a couple more times and then sighed.
I was exhausted.  I shut my eyes and was gone.

At one point in the night, I was dreaming of being beaten with whips and
being pummeled.  Then I woke, and realized that George was thrashing in his
sleep next to me.

I gripped him tightly until he stopped.  I heard him whisper, "Please,
more, please, Sir." Then he was still.

I thought for a moment that he had passed out, but he moved to adjust his
position.  I closed my eyes and was out again.

I dreamed I was on my knees and working my way down an endless line of men,
sucking them off and being filled with cum.  I sighed and looked for the
next cock.

Apologies for the delay.  Thanks again to my editor, Jere, and to all of
you that write with comments, suggestions and pictures -- always
appreciated and answered -- harryrod575@yahoo.com

Have fun

harry