Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 23:36:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Brown Pete <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Story: Training The Marine, Part 3

TRAINING THE MARINE - Part 3

By Pete Brown.  petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His biceps were very good - they had matured properly
as he was now in his late twenties, and were obviously
used to working hard.  Even at this early stage I was
considering whether I should have him ornamented, and
if so, how.  I've mentioned that absurd marines tattoo
on his upper arm already, and after I had had it
lasered off as far as possible, I knew it would need
to be covered - but that's not a huge problem as those
"tribal" tattoos with long streamers of dark black are
extremely fashionable and I could easily have his
upper arm and part of his chest and part of his
shoulder covered.  My main concern was whether to have
those upper arms ringed - lots of men in the West do,
I know, wear leather arm bands cinched above their
biceps to show them off better, but I don't like this.
 To my mind, if a slave's arms are to be banded it
should be permanent, with stainless steel bands fixed
firmly and immovably.  The problem is that I think it
is better to have both arms done so that the slave is
symmetric, but then the one on the arm with the tattoo
might interfere with the purity of the design.  I
decided to postpone a decision on this until after the
tattooing, and perhaps get the jeweller around then
and have a small trial.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, master."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Any way, it's over now."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I realised he had not understood what I had meant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No way!"

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now turn around, and spread your ass cheeks."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It is in both our interests that there should be no
more incidents of the kind that preceded your shaving.
 I do not want to waste my time, as I want you fully
trained and obedient as soon as possible.  And you do
not want to risk damaging your body or metabolism."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Seeing his look of total surprise, I continued

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

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

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

"Good boy!"

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

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

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

End Of Part 3