The Silo

This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life.   Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

All characters depicted in this story are willing participants in all the scenes they appear in.  No one was coerced or paid to appear in this story.

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Branded For Life

Tomas and Ted have been friends ever since they’d met in kindergarten, not realising that they both lived in the same street, just on opposite sides, and opposite ends of the street.  Ted has three siblings, all older than himself, a brother and two sisters, while Tomas had none.  Ted’s family were Ok financially, whereas Tomas’ parents were considerably wealthy.  The boys played with each other in the street, or each other’s houses went to school together, Tomas’ parents had his name down at some of the most prestigious private schools in Melbourne.  So the boys wouldn’t be separated Tomas’ parents paid the bulk of the fees so that Ted could go as well.  Just so the boys wouldn’t be separated, and of course, they spent the weekends at each other’s houses.  They were as close as two friends could be, in fact, they were closer than brothers.  They not only went to the same Private School together, but they were in the same class.  The boys became inseparable.

The night Tomas’ parents died, typically Tomas was spending the night at Ted’s house.  It wasn’t too far past Tomas’ thirteenth birthday when the Police came knocking on Ted’s parent's front door.  Naturally, the boys didn’t know anything about it until Ted’s mother came upstairs and woke Tomas up, and because the boys were in Ted’s room, Ted was woken up as well.  Ted’s mother told him to go back to sleep while telling Tomas to put something on and to come downstairs.

Whether it was because he was an only child or not, or it was just something he’d decided to do at some point, Tomas had been sleeping naked since he was about ten.  So, Tomas got up and pulling on a pair of shorts, headed downstairs to see what Ted’s mother wanted. It wasn’t until Tomas walked into the lounge room that he first saw the two Police Officers standing there.  Tomas froze in the doorway while he tried desperately to remember if he and Ted had stolen or broken anything lately.  While he was trying to think of what he might have done, the male Police Officer invited Tomas into the room and suggested that he might like to take a seat.  Ted’s mother patted the spot beside her on the lounge, and gratefully Tomas went and sat beside her.  Ted’s mother laid her arm across Tomas’ shoulders in a protective way.

The Police Officer had just cleared his throat and was about to begin, when Ted burst into the room, stating that he’d done it too.  Whatever they were there to arrest Tomas for, Ted stated that he’d done it too.  The Police Officer looked at Ted suspiciously while he told Ted that they weren’t there to arrest Tomas that Tomas wasn’t in trouble.  With the ‘Oh’ dying on Ted’s lips, his mother patted the couch on the opposite side of her to Tomas, and Ted obediently went and sat beside his mother.  It was then that Ted realised that his mother had been crying.  The Police Officer cleared his throat again and informed Tomas and Ted that Tomas’ parents had been killed in a car accident.  The Police Officer assured Tomas that his parents hadn’t suffered, nor was the accident in any way their fault.  The Police Officer assured Tomas that his parents would have died almost instantly and not suffered at all.  Tomas just nodded as he stared at the floor.  The police Officer went on to say that there was a Next of Kin listed on Tomas’ father licence and Tomas told the Police Officer that it was his Uncle, his father’s brother.  The Police Officer explained to the Tomas that they were going to go their next and asked Tomas if he wanted to go with them.

Ted’s mother grabbed Tomas into a fierce bear hug and told the Officer that Tomas would not be going anywhere tonight other than back upstairs and to bed.  The Police Officer nodded his head and said that he would inform Tomas’ Uncle as to his whereabouts and that Tomas would be staying where he was for the moment.  The Officers offered Tomas their condolences and bade them goodnight.  Ted’s father showed the Police Officers out while Ted’s mother hugged Tomas closer to her.  When she eventually let Tomas go, she asked him if he wanted anything, but Tomas thanked her and said he was going back to bed.

The Two boys trooped back upstairs and went into Ted’s room.  The shorts Tomas had been wearing hit the floor, and Ted was treated to the sight of his friends’ large creamy white arse disappearing under the covers.  Without thinking, Ted said, “Fuck, you have the largest hairy butt I know,” as the light caught on Tomas’ golden downy hair on his arse.  As soon as he realised what he said, Ted hit his forehead and started to apologise, but Tomas just told him to “Fuck off” over his shoulder, just as they always did, as he pulled the bed covers back over his naked body.  Ted climbed back into his own bed and settled down to go back to sleep.

Not knowing what had woken him a short time later, Ted got out of his bed and slipped into Tomas’ bed and slid over until he was spooning Tomas.  The only problem was that Tomas was a lot taller and broader than Ted, more so now as Tomas had hit puberty a lot earlier than Ted.  So, for poor Ted, it felt like he had a very large ball in his lap while his head barely came to Tomas’ shoulders.  But he flung an arm protectively around his naked friend, and that was how the two boys slept the rest of the night.

For the rest of the week, neither boy attended school, and they just hung out together on their own up until the day of the funeral.  Ted’s mother told Tomas that he needed to have a shower, but he didn’t want to, he didn’t want to get out of bed.  Ted told his mother to go back downstairs, and Ted pushed, pulled, and cajoled Tomas until he got him out of bed.  Ted pushed Tomas into the bathroom and got him under the shower.  Ted made sure that he washed himself properly as well as washing his hair, and when the boys had finished in the shower, Ted made sure that Tomas had dried himself properly.  Ted even helped Tomas shave.  Then Ted forced Tomas back into their room and got Tomas to dress himself, and the boys went downstairs and went to the funeral.  Ted’s mother had kept an eye from the landing on the stairs, so she was treated to the sight of a very naked Tomas being pushed and bullied down the passage by Ted.  When she saw the two naked boys emerge from a very steamy bathroom, she went back downstairs.

Tomas’ Uncle only tried to talk to him the once before the funeral, but Ted’s mother intercepted the call and informed Tomas’ Uncle that he was Ok where he was and that if Tomas needed anything that they would call them.  Ted’s mother couldn’t help feeling that Tomas’ Uncle sounded very relieved that they weren’t going to have to look after Tomas for at least a little while longer.

As Tomas was the sole beneficiary of his parents Wills, the Courts appointed a Trustee to safeguard Tomas’ money.  Tomas’ Uncle wanted Tomas’ house sold, and the money from the sale used to fix up his own house stating that it was all for Tomas as Tomas was going to be living there from now on.  Thankfully, the Trustee spoke to Tomas and Ted’s parents, and they told them that Tomas’ Uncle had only called the house once since the accident to see how Tomas was.  The Trustee ruled that Tomas’ Uncle would only be getting an allowance for looking after Tomas, but realising that Tomas would not be spending a lot of time at his Uncle’s place.  He gave Ted’s parents a bigger allowance to look after Tomas; the Trustee had some repairs, and an extension was done to their house, as he reasoned that Tomas was going to be spending a large part of his time there.  And Tomas was a growing boy

Consequently, Ted would need a bigger room, and the two boys would need bigger beds, so it was that Tomas spent most of his time at Ted’s.  Since the night of Tomas’ parent's accident, both boys just took to sharing the same bed.  They weren’t doing anything untoward as one of them still wore his underwear to bed, and as no one could see the harm in it, the two boys were allowed to continue sharing the same bed.

Even when he hit puberty himself, Ted did not grow to be as big Tomas.  Tomas was always going to be taller and broader if anything Tomas’ hair became blonder while Ted’s hair became darker until it became jet black.  Tomas threw himself into the athletic clubs in Secondary School, so he continued to develop his muscle mass and developed his body.  Ted liked sharing the bed with Tomas; he loved the feel of the ridges in Tomas flat stomach as he still flung a comforting arm over Tomas and both boys marvelled at the way their bodies developed differently.

Until Tomas became of aged and he was given control of his bank accounts and given the keys to his family’s home, and slowly over time, Tomas began to spend more and more time in his own house.  Until the day when he was living permanently in his own home, but of course, the two young men were still inseparable friends. They went on to college together, and while Ted became an Accountant, Tomas became a Computer Program and did a double major in Accounting.  Neither man could honestly say whose idea it was to grab guys off the street and fuck them stupid, nor could either of them say how they got some of their friends involved.  The only thing both men could say was that they loved their lives now.  Ted was working in an Accountancy firm, while Tomas was working on building sites as a labourer, Tomas just didn’t like the idea of being stuck in an office.  Maybe that was how they came up with the idea of using the building sites at night for their hunting grounds.  Who could say?  While Ted settled down and got married and started a family.  Tomas didn’t feel such a need, so he continued to play the field and seemed to have a new girlfriend every other week.  Much to Ted’s mother’s disgust as she tried to talk him into settling down and starting a family like Ted, but it was all to no avail.

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“Hey, Ted.”

“Yeah?”
“I was tooling around on the dark web…”

“Are you nuts?” Ted exclaimed, “haven’t you heard the stories about what happens to people who aren’t careful?  Fuck!  I hope you haven’t been to any of those paedophile sites?”

“I thought you knew me better than that, Tomas said with a frown on his face.  “Do you want to listen or not?” Tomas asked with his right eyebrow cocked.

“Ok,” Ted said resignedly, “what did you find?”

“Follow me,” Tomas said as he headed towards his computer room, with Ted trailing along after him.  Ever since Tomas was about ten, for some reason known only to himself, he’d decided that he was going to sleep naked.  Then a bit after that whenever he was in his room for any length of time he’d strip off.  One day he forgot he was naked and went out for dinner, after that even though both his parents complained about it, Tomas stripped off the moment he walked through his front door.  It just became the norm for everyone, even when he stayed at Ted’s house he slept naked.  Ted’s parents knew, and they’d sat him down one day and told him that he could sleep naked, as long as Ted didn’t mind but otherwise he had to be clothed around the house which is probably why Ted doesn’t bat an eye when Tomas answers his front door naked.  When Tomas’ parents died, Tomas lived almost full-time with Ted’s family, and the two boys shared a room, and like most boys going through puberty, who were as close as Ted and Thomas, they compared their bodies.  Ted was dead jealous that Tomas’ cock was so much bigger than his own, plus the fact that Tomas was uncircumcised, while Ted’s was circumcised.  Both boys were fascinated by Thomas’ foreskin.  Ted was also jealous of the fact that Tomas’ nuts were the size of chicken eggs and Tomas’ ball bag was dead smooth, and the skin felt velvety soft, while Ted’s nuts were nowhere as big as Tomas’ and Ted’s ball bag was a wrinkled hard, shrivelled looking thing when they compared it to Tomas’.  Sometimes if they were doing their homework together, Ted’s left hand would stray down into Tomas’ crotch and either play with Thomas’ foreskin or his ball bag.  He’d either, stop of his own accord, or Tomas would shift position naturally, and Ted’s hand would fall out of his lap.

So, following Tomas’ naked arse, as he led the way down the passage, was perfectly normal for Ted.  When they got to Tomas’ computer room, Tomas pointed at one of the computer screens with a flourish, which he pulled off quite nicely considering he was stark naked.  Ted sat in the chair and pulled it closer to the desk and very quickly scanned the screen in front of him.  Tomas was rewarded with a very quiet ‘Fuck me!’ from Ted.  Ted spun around to look at Tomas leaning back on the edge of one of the other desks in the room.  “Is this for real?”

“Yep!  It’s all on the up and up.”

“How the fuck can you know that?  If I’ve understood this correctly ‘they’ buy ‘slaves’….”

“Yep!  That’s right.  And it’s surprisingly simple…”

“What’d ya mean?”

“Look, it’s easy.  All we have to do is take our cum-dumps and get them pierced.  “They’ have a GP that ‘they’ use who does a very thorough medical examination.  Then when the cum-dump is cleared medically, then the GP issues us with the paperwork verifying that, as well as a Death Certificate…”

“Death Certificate???  What the fuck do we want that for??”

“Fuck, Ted!  If you’d just shut the fuck up for one minute and listen, I’m trying to tell you.  We need that just in case someone comes looking for the cum-dump.  Then we get an Enduring Power of Attorney, with us as named as Next of Kin.  Get our names put on their bank account and lease.  Then, when everything is ready, we tell the cum-dump to quit their job and deliver them, along with the paperwork, to the ‘slavers’.”

“How do you know all this?” Ted asked derisively.

“Simple.  Because I’ve done it.  I sold one last night!”

“You what??”

“I sold one…”

‘When???”

“Last night!  So, I know it’s as easy as it sounds.”

“But how?”

Tomas smiled at Ted; he loved getting one up on him from time to time, only ‘cause Ted always acted so smug and superior at times.  Tomas loved taking him down a peg or two.  “I rounded up one of our old cum-dumps.  Who was surprisingly happy to see me actually, ‘it’ was pathetically actually when it opened the door and saw me.  The first thing it did was drop ‘its’ eyes and look hungrily at my crotch,” Tomas said as he absentmindedly rubbed his naked cock and balls.

“So, how much did you make?”

“I don’t know yet.  They keep ‘them’ somewhere and train them up, or whatever…”

“How long do they keep them for?”

“Between six to twelve months, that way they can see if anyone comes looking for them, I guess.  But I could make up to $60,000.00.  Not bad for six weeks work, now is it?”

“No.  No, it isn’t,” said Ted absentmindedly, and Tomas could almost see the cogs turning inside Ted’s head.  “But, $60,000.00 between the twenty of us is not a lot of money.”

“Yes, but,” Tomas replied, “we don’t tell all the guys what we’re doing with the cum-dumps when we’re finished with them…”

“Oh,” Ted replied nodding his head.

“If we let Matt in on it, and maybe one or two of the others, that means we could all make up to $12,000.00 each.  If we round up some of our old cum-dumps and sell them, we could start out with a very good financial base.” Tomas continued, as Ted nodded his head as he thought about what Tomas was saying.  “The only downside…”

“What,” said Ted as his head shot up, “there’s a downside???”

‘Well, yes and no.  It all depends on how you look at it.  We have to pay them $50,000.00…”

“What!”  Ted almost exclaimed as he shot out of his chair.
Thomas laughed at him, “relax.  Will ya, Ted.  I can afford to put up the money, I mean it’s as safe as a bank, and we get it back when they sell ‘them’.”

“Oh.  Ok.  Um, would you mind doing that though?” Ted asked.

“Like I’d miss it,” Tomas laughed at him.

The two friends set about talking to those in their ‘group’ who they thought would go for it and began rounding up their old cum-dumps and putting their great plan into action.

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Ted turns up at my flat Saturday morning.  I was sleeping in because I had a lot of the guys come and use me last night.  I didn’t know he was there until I felt someone slapping my bare butt.  I woke up with a yelp.  “Get up boy.  We got things to do today, and times a-wastin'.”  I rolled over and looked up at him, trying to blink the sleep out of my eyes.  Unfortunately, I obviously wasn’t fast enough for Ted, ‘cause the next thing I know he punches me right in the nuts, with too much force I would have thought. I curled up on my bed, gently cradling my nuts, and trying to breathe, and trying very hard to not think about puking my guts up.

Ted reaches around to my butt and pulls out my butt plug.  He threw it at me to clean, so with one hand gently cupping my tender nuts.  I lick my butt plug clean.  I hand it back to Ted, but he tells me to just leave it on my bed.

He slapped my arse again and told me to get in the shower.  I jump off the bed and head into the bathroom, Ted stopped me just inside the door, “where’s your razor?” he asked.  I gave Ted my razor. I gave him my shaving crème without needing to be asked.  Ted just looked at me with a grin all over his face, told me to put my hands on my head and proceeded to shave every single hair he could find of my body.  Having finished shaving me, Ted ordered me to have a shower.

I went back to my bedroom to get my butt plug, but Ted told me to leave it on my bed.  I just looked at him dumbfounded; it would be the first day since this whole sorry saga started that I haven’t had it in my arse and it was going to feel strange.  I mean the only reason I have ever taken it out was to shower, shit, or someone wanted to fuck my arse.  I bent over so he could fuck me, but he told me we didn’t have time for that either, and that I’d better hurry up and get dressed.  So I grabbed my tighty whities and thongs and head for the door.  “Hang on,” Ted calls after me, “you need to get a t-shirt as well.”

I ran back to my room and grabbed a t-shirt.  I pulled it on over my head, and we headed out the door.  To my surprise, Ted had parked the van right in front of my block of flats.  I went and stood by the back door of the van, and had just hooked my thumbs into the top of my undies.  When Ted told me to sit up front, I was stunned.  I’ve never sat in the front of the van, ever.  So with some trepidation, I jump in the passenger seat, and we were off.

I knew better than to ask where we were going, so I just sat back and enjoyed the ride.  It felt odd not havin’ my butt plug in though, and I was squirming in my seat.

We drove down to Prahran.  Ted told me to get out, and I followed him as he led the way.  He disappeared into a doorway that opened onto a set of stairs.  I followed him up the stairs, and we came to a shop where they do piercings and tattoos.

Ted pointed to a spot and told me to stay, so I stayed put.  I’m nothing now, if not obedient.  Ted spoke to a woman behind the counter.  Then she disappeared through one of the doorways covered by a curtain.  Ted waited at the counter until a man appeared they shook hands, and Ted indicated in my direction.  They had a discussion.  The man indicated one of the doors.  He went through the door, and Ted came over to me.  He told me to follow him and headed towards the door, and I followed him.  We entered a small room.  It had an examination table in the middle.  I was told to strip and assume the position, I complied.  The worker looked over at me and whistled appreciatively.  ‘So, Ted, this is your new cum-dump.”

“Yeah.  Do you want to try?”

“Oh, it wouldn’t be a good idea, with what’s being done today.”

“Not a problem.  He gives great head.  Get ya dick out,” said Ted.  Then he looked at me, “get over here and suck my friend off.”  I walked over and dropped to my knees, as the guy undid his pants and got his cock out.  I opened my mouth and hoovered in his cock into my mouth.  I began to suck on the guy’s cock and could feel it starting to thicken, as he became erect.  I kept licking and sucking his cock until I felt it grow to its full size.  By then the guy was so aroused that he’d grabbed the back of my head and began raping my mouth.

I felt his cock start to quiver as he shot hot ropes of cum down my throat.  When he had finished, I continued to suck his cock to make sure I sucked all of the cum out of his cock.  I heard his startled yelp as he started to piss in my mouth, but I just swallowed it all down, without spilling a drop.  Damn, I was getting good at this.  Then realised with a sinking feeling what it was I had just congratulated myself about.  Fuck.  Could I sink any lower, I wondered?  Not for the first time, and I’m sure with my Masters, that it wouldn’t be the last time.

When he recovered, he told me to get up onto the table.  On my back.  With my legs spread apart.  The table was narrow, so I hung my legs off the side of the table.  I had to lift my cock and hold my balls and hold them out of the way.  He made some marks on my perineum and asked Ted which spot he liked best. 

Ted indicated which spot he preferred.  The guy then grabbed a bit of the skin there and felt like he was squeezing it very tight with some device he had.  There was a sharp pain, and I could feel something piercing the bit of skin he’d grabbed.  Then he let the skin go but left whatever had pierced the skin in place, and I could feel the edges, quite sharp on my inner thighs.  I then felt him drag something through the hole, and him tugging and pushing at it.  He got another tool and clamped it closed.  Then he declared himself finished.

Ted had a look and said he was impressed.  He ordered me off the table and told me to grab my things.

When I stood up, I felt a bit sore and could feel something there.  It felt huge, but I could tell that Ted was in a hurry.  So, I got my things, and we were led through another door into a tattoo studio.  I waddled behind Ted.  Ted greeted the tattooist and was shown some designs, which he seemed to be happy with.  Again I was ordered to lay on the table, but face down this time.  Obviously, I was getting a tattoo.  What I didn’t know was that they were only temporary.  I ended up with three tattoos, one in the middle of my lower back as well as two on my arse.  I discovered, later, that the tattoo on my back said ‘cum dump’, the one across the top of my arse, just below the base of my spine said ‘open all hours’.  The one at the base of my butt, just above the top of my thighs said, ‘nothing under 6.”’ 

It was now my responsibility to come back every two to three weeks to get the tattoos redone, Ted told me.

So that was how I got my guiche piercing and my tattoos — all at my expense of course.  The upside was I didn’t have to have anal sex for a little over two weeks while the piercing was healing.  I didn’t even have to wear my butt plug.  Of course, I still had to orally service anyone and everyone who wanted me too.  Whenever they wanted me too.  So now my proper place in life was marked on me for all the world to see.  I truly was nothing but a cum-dump, and now truly marked as Teds’ property.  But I’m not as upset as I thought I would be, in fact, I’m thinking that I’m liking this??  Could I actually like being a sex slave for all these guys?  Fucken hell.  Did I just call myself a sex slave??  Is that what I truly am now?

Let’s look at my life now:

1) I am totally denuded of hair from my neck down, with a buzz cut, which I maintain willingly.

2) I wear a butt plug 24hrs a day unless one of my Masters is using my hole, or I am having a shit or a shower.

3) When my butt plug is removed by anyone, including myself, I lick it clean, even if I am in my flat on my own.

4) I spend all my time in the flat totally naked with all the doors wide open, including the front door, every waking moment.  So as to be available to any of my Masters at any moment.

5) All my Masters have a key to my flat, so I am available to be used 24hrs a day.

6) I have cameras in every room of the flat so that any of my Masters can monitor me anytime they want to 24/7.

7) I let any Master who wants to, fuck my arse, or if they want they can fuck my face, or do both.

8) They also can piss in me if they want to, and I don’t spill a single drop now.

9) I go to them if they call me for a ‘party’, and I allow them to tie me up naked outdoors.  With no guarantees that they will release me.

10) When I go out with them, I only wear my thongs and tighty whites, which have all been ripped, so the tip of my foreskin hangs out.

11) Before I am allowed into the van, I have to give my Master my undies, regardless of where we are.  On a public street, or anywhere else my Master has decided to park the van.

12) If I travel in the van I do so naked and strapped in so anyone, who looks hard enough through the back window, can see my naked arse and butt plug.

13) All this seems normal now, and I know I would miss it if it all stopped.

I’m not sure why Ted had my perineum pierced, but I’m sure he had a good reason.  Even if he doesn’t, it is of no concern of mine.

When the piercing healed I inserted the butt plug myself and was able to surprise Ted, because he thought I wouldn’t want to put it back in, and he’d have to force me to do it.  I still meet Rodger at the pub from time to time, and we’d have a boy’s night.  But I never told him about the fact that I was now a sub.  It wasn’t that I wasn’t proud of who I was now.  It was more of a case that both situations are different facets of me. 

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Friday night and Ted invited me into the city for a meal.  I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. We’ve never been out socially together, and after what Isaac had told Pieter about how I was made into a cum-dump in the first place.  Well, I just didn’t think the relationship would have been anything different.  So, with some trepidation, I went home, after work.  Showered and dressed and went to meet Ted in the city.  We weren’t meeting up till 9:00 pm.  I was going to go to my local pub for a drink first but didn’t want to bump into Rodger.  Just in case he wanted to play the pokies.  Instead, I decided to hang out in the city until it was time to meet Ted.

Promptly at 9:00 pm I was at the restaurant, and Ted arrived a few minutes later.  We were shown to our table and made small talk.  When the waiter came for our drinks order, Ted ordered white wine for us both before I had a chance to order anything else.  But I don’t mind wine, so I guess it was Ok.  Ted asked me if my bladder was full, that was the one request he’d had about tonight, was that I was to turn up at the restaurant with a full bladder.  As I hadn’t peed since I got to the city 2hrs ago, I was able to tell Ted that yes I did indeed have a full bladder.

Good, he said as he fished a plastic hip flask out of his bag.  He told me to go into the bathroom and fill it with my urine.  As I still hadn’t cottoned onto why he wanted a hip flask of my piss, and I knew that it was of no concern of mine anyway, I went into the bathroom, and inside one of the stalls I filled the hip flask with my piss and took it back to the table.

The waiter had not long left our glasses and a bottle of white wine, but Ted didn’t let him pour, stating that he wanted to wait ‘till I had returned first.  Ted asked me for the hip flask, which I gave to him.  He then took my glass and filled it with my own piss, while pouring himself a glass of white wine.  Both looked roughly the same colour so, if no one got a whiff of my piss, it looked like we were both drinking wine.  For the remainder of our meal, I drank nothing but piss, while Ted had the rather good bottle of white wine.

I knew that there was a catch to tonight.  I knew Ted didn’t really want to spend time out with me unless it was for sex or to humiliate me in public.  So I guess tonight is all about humiliation.  Oh, well if this is all I have to do to spend time with Ted without having him fuck me, then I guess it was a small price to pay.

But was I feeling disappointed that he wouldn’t want to fuck me here in the restaurant?  Fuck.  What was happening to me that I was now being disappointed that I thought I WASN’T going to get fucked, or be able to suck his cock?

The waiter kept asking me if I was enjoying the meal or offering to get me something more to drink.  So much so that I asked Ted if he was ‘in’ on the whole thing.

Ted laughed and said that he hadn’t told the waiter of our ‘relationship’, but he had told him that it was my birthday.

We didn’t finish the meal until after 11:00 pm.  It was beginning to bug me that he was taking so long.  I tried to hurry him up as I didn’t want to miss my last train home.  Finally the meal was finished, and after I’d paid, naturally, Ted wanted to walk with me to Flinders St Station, and of course, I couldn’t refuse.

We got to the station just before the last trains were to go.  I’d bid Ted a goodnight and thanked him for the lovely meal, although I have to tell you that seafood and piss don’t go well together, but Ted wanted me to travel with him on the Belgrave line.  Stating that I could change trains again at Richmond Station.

So knowing I had no other choice, and seeing as his train was leaving before mine, I agreed.

We caught the train just as it was about to leave.  In fact, if I hadn’t jumped in the doors, they would have closed on me.  We were in the last carriage, as was typical for the later running trains, it was the only one of the three carriages lit up.  Ted led me to the connecting doors to the next carriage and withdrew a ‘key’ from his pocket to unlock the connecting doors.  He told me that a friend of his was a train driver and had lent him the key.  He unlocked the connecting doors and led me into the next carriage that was in almost total darkness, except for the light coming in through the windows, which thankfully gave enough light to see by.  He turned and locked the doors behind us.  We walked through the darkened carriage, and again he unlocked the connecting doors to the next carriage, and led me through and locked the doors behind us.  We were now in the front carriage in the dark, just as the train was pulling into Southern Cross Station.  Ted pulled me against the far doors so that we wouldn’t be easily seen by the passengers who wanted to get on.  They all traipsed down to the last carriage, and the train took off again.

As we headed into the underground loop, Ted told me to strip.

“Sir?”  I queried.

“You heard me, boy.  Strip!  And I mean now!”  He growled.

So I started to undress.  I took off my jacket and laid it on the seat, then my shirt.  I fully expected Ted to stop me, but instead, he backhanded me and told me to hurry up.  Having removed my socks and shoes.  I shucked out of my pants and undies and was now standing naked in front of Ted in a darkened carriage, as the train raced through the loop.

Ted gave me two sets of handcuffs and told me to put them on.  Which I did, one on each wrist.  He then told me to stand in the standing area near the front doors, but so I was in the middle of the carriage facing the way the train was travelling.  When I complied, he grabbed one of the handcuffs and attached it to the bar the straps, to hold onto if you were standing on the train, hang from.  Before I could make sense of what was happening he had done the same with the other pair of handcuffs.  So, now I was standing, with my wrists manacled in a darkened train carriage racing through the loop.

The train pulled into Flagstaff Station, just as Ted was putting a blindfold on me.  I was just about to ask him what was going on when he put a gag in my mouth and fastened it behind my head.  When he attached the spreader bar to my ankles ensuring my legs were spread wide, he asked me if I was comfortable.  I couldn’t say anything, so I just nodded.  “Good”, he said, “this is my stop.  I’ll be waiting for you in Belgrave.”

With that the train slowed down and stopped at Melbourne Central Station, I heard Ted chuckle as he forced the doors open, and left the carriage.  I heard the doors slam shut, and I was on my own, tied spreadeagled, and naked in a public train carriage.  On my way to Belgrave, which was over an hour and a half away, and no one knew I was here.  Except for Ted, who had left the train.  I had started to sweat.  I had a raging hard on that I was sure was dripping pre-cum and the fact that I was going to be locked in place here in an empty carriage for over an hour and a half.  My mind went into overdrive, and my cock felt like it was going to split along the seams, it was so engorged.  I tried to relax.  Reasoning that I was locked in here, so nobody could get in without a key.  Sure you hear of people forcing the doors all the time, but at this time of night, there’s not going to be too many people around.  Besides they leave it till they’re packed in like sardines in the end carriage before they open the first two carriages.

So after a few stops, I started to relax.  In fact, it was a bit of a turn on.  Racing through Melbourne.  On a train.  Naked and tied spreadeagled, with no hope of getting free.  Until the end of the line, more than an hour and a half away.  We’d gone through Blackburn Station, and they still hadn’t had to open the front two carriages, so I was feeling better.  More secure in the fact that I wasn’t going to get sprung bound and naked on public transport.  As I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain this one or pay the fine.

We were pulling into another station, which as I was hoping was Ringwood Station.  So I knew we still had a ways to go, but I was very confident that if they hadn’t needed to use the two front carriages by now, then they wouldn’t need to use them at all this trip, so I was beginning to think I wouldn’t be sprung.  When suddenly I could see some light coming in around the edges of my blindfold. And then I heard the announcement I had secretly been dreading the whole trip.  Over the loudspeaker, I heard the train driver say that they were opening up the front two carriages and that if the people wanted to, they could move up the train and give themselves more room.

I fuckin’ panicked.  I nearly shit myself.  If it weren’t for the butt plug, I probably would have.  I tried to pull my hands out of the handcuffs, or at least break the rods they were attached too.  But no matter how much I tried, I knew I was stuck here for anyone, and everyone, to find.  I heard the train doors being opened, and what sounded like a lot of people getting into the carriage, all talking loudly amongst themselves.  I heard one of them say ‘fuck me’, as he obviously caught sight of me up the other end of the carriage, then there was dead silence.

My boner, which had finally started to go down came back instantly, so hard that I thought it was going to try to detach itself from my pelvis.  I heard someone right behind me say, “Fuck, what an incredible bubble butt”, as I felt an appreciative hand slide over my butt.  “Hey, guys”, he called out, “come and look at this,” he said as he spread my butt cheeks.  “The fuckin’ poofs gotta butt plug in there.”

“There is a good looking naked male tied up in the carriage, and all you’re concerned about is a butt plug?”

“Fuck me,” I heard someone standing very close to me say, as I felt a hand run down my chest, over my abdomen, and then encircle my engorged cock, and take a firm hold.  “I’ve never seen one as big as this,” he said, “come and look at the size of this dudes’ cock.  It’s massive.”

“What are ya,” someone else said, “a poofter or something?  Let his cock go.  Poor bloke.”

I was just beginning to think I may have a defender when someone pulled my butt plug out.  “Fuck me!  Hey!  Get a look at the size of the butt plug he had up his arse.  It’s massive.”

“It’s also covered in shit, ‘n’ stuff.  Ew, and you’re holding it!”  I heard someone drop it on the floor.

I felt someone crack my butt open, “Yeah, but look at the size of his hole.  I wonder if he can even close it?”

Someone belted my arse and said, “Hey poof.  Close ya fuckin’ hole.”

I tried to close my hole, but couldn’t quite do it.  I felt something being shoved in my hole.

“Hey, what’d you do that for?”

“I just wanted to see how big his hole is.”

“Hey, look at all this stuff laying on the seat.”

Suddenly it felt like my arse was on fire as someone hit me with some kind of whip.  “Hey, let me have a go.”

So then they started to take it in turns, whipping my arse and back.  I yelled and screamed into my gag, but they kept on hitting me.  Getting harder and harder.  There must have been some kind of paddle there as well because it didn’t take long before they started to use that in between hits with the whip.

“Hey, Frank, you finished with your can?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Chuck it here will ya.  I want to see if I can get it into his arse.  His hole looks pretty big to me.”

Suddenly everyone started to laugh and egg him on.  This time he slapped my arse and told me to make my hole bigger as someone held my butt cheeks apart.  Knowing I had no other choice, I tried really hard to relax my sphincter.  “Fuck, me.  Look how much he can open his hole.  I can see inside his chute.  Oh, god, that’s gross.  Fucken hell, someone had better put something in that hole, before I puke.”

I could feel someone trying to work something into my arse that was very cold and hard.  I felt them stretching my hole, and just when I thought they were going to cause me some damage.  I could feel them stop pushing.  They must have been able to work the can into my arse, as it was feeling very full, and very sore.  Everyone standing around started to laugh, and there were some appreciative comments, and some disgusted comments as well.

But I noticed no one was trying to take it out.

Someone else put some kind of clips on my paps, and they hurt like hell.  So now not only was my arse on fire, but my bloody tits hurt as well.  Then I could feel more clips being attached all over my chest and abdomen.  More than one person ran their hands all over my naked body, and I was powerless to stop them.

They must have found another whip because, now, while they were still whipping and paddling my arse, someone was whipping my abdomen and chest as well.  Occasionally knocking the clips on my tits and torso off.  Which only added to the pain in my chest and abdomen.  I was in agony.  I just kept screaming into my gag, until I felt myself cum, and I must have shot bucket loads of cum all over the floor.  The people all around me cheered.

I sagged into my bonds.  It was such a high that I didn’t care what they did to me now.  I just hung there almost lifeless.

Suddenly the blindfold was ripped off, and I was staring right into Teds’ face which had a dirty big shit-eating grin plastered all over it.  As my eyes became accustomed to the light, I could see I was surrounded by most of my Masters.  They must have planned the whole thing. 

There was someone standing in the crowd I didn’t recognise; he must be the train driver, who was probably the friend of Teds’. 

No one seemed to be in a hurry to release me.  In fact, Ted had a glass in his hand, with a lot of cum in it.  Ted held it up for me to lick clean and knowing I had no choice.  I licked all of my cum out of the glass — much to the delight of the gathered crowd.

It was hours before they released me.  During that time they made me cum another six times, and they all fucked my arse a few times each.  By the time they let me go I was rung out.

They had to carry me to the van, as my legs wouldn’t bear my own weight.  I was still strapped into the back of the van.  Then they just dumped me out on my nature strip, and I laid there until I had recovered enough to make my way up the stairs, on very rubbery legs, to my flat and went to bed, thoroughly exhausted.

I must have slept most of Saturday.

My fuckin’ arse hurt so much; I think they must have done some real damage to my hole this time.  Fuck your anus isn’t made to open that much, is it?  I rolled out of bed and grabbed something to eat, and headed for a shower.  It was then that I discovered that I didn’t have my butt plug in, as it was sitting in the base of the shower stall.  While I was under the shower, I washed my plug as well.  I dried off and tried to reinsert my butt plug, but fuck my arse hurt too much.  I decided I was going to go to the pub and get a drink; I think I’ve earnt it after last night.

I entered the pub and went straight to the bar and bought a beer.  I cast my eye over the patrons of the pub, and not finding anyone I knew.  I went and played the pokies for a couple of hours, and had an enjoyable evening.  On the way home I did my usual trick of walking through the construction sites, which I now did impudently.  I knew my masters were out there, and what they were capable of, so it didn’t concern me so much now, and it was a brilliant late summers evening.  It wasn’t ‘till I was in the middle of all of the construction sites, that I became aware of a ruckus happening close by.

I decided to investigate, which was probably the most stupid thing I have done in this whole sorry saga, I crept closer to the noise.  As I peered around the corner of a building that I saw the group of all my Masters, and in the middle of their rough group, was someone tied naked to a sawhorse.  Just like I was the first few times.

Bits of the conversation that Isaac had with Pieter came back to me, ‘we have a fishing party and see if anyone stumbles into our little group.’  ‘We check to make sure they’re straight, and then we break them in.’  ‘See if they’re dumb enough to come back again….three times, then they’re ours.’

I left.  I headed home with the question, ‘what do they do with their cum-dumps when they are finished with them?’ Running through my head.  It was still looping through my head when I got home.  As I got ready for bed, it was still nagging at me.  As I fell asleep, it was my last thought.

Sunday dawn is bright and clear.  I’d had a good night’s sleep, but today that thought didn’t thrill me as much not after what I’d witnessed last night.  I couldn’t get that damn thought out of my head, am I being replaced with a new cum-dump, and if so, then what’s gunna happen to me?  What did they do with their old cum-dumps when they had finished with them?  Did they just let them go?  What do I do then?  I know it’s only been two or three weeks, but I don’t think I could go back to my old way of life.  Could I?  Could that be what’s gunna happen?

I was plagued with these questions all day, as I went around cleaning my flat.  Doing my washing.  All with my butt plug in situ, and me totally naked with all the doors open.  Only now, I was hoping one of my Masters was going to turn up.  Great now I’m wishing someone’d fuck my arse.  What have I become?

Deciding I’ve had enough of cabin fever; I got dressed and headed out.

I knew I couldn’t find any of my Masters, not only did I not know where they lived, but I didn’t even have a contact number to ring any of them.  Besides, what would I say?  How could I ask if I was being replaced?  What would I say if they were?  What would I do?  What could I do about it?  Absolutely fuckin’ nothing!  I had no choice in any of this, as I’ve always had no choice in any of this.  I now realised more than ever that I was totally at their mercy.  Fuck it, if that wasn’t how I really wanted it to be.  Let’s be honest here.  I don’t think I love them.  Or do I?  No!  No, I don’t love them, at least I don’t think so!  But, fuck, I need them.  Oh, Christ, I need them to define who I am now.  I can’t do it on my own.

While I was wrestling with my inner demons, I’d gone and done my weekly shopping.  It wasn’t until I was in the refrigerated section that I realised that I had gone out on my own in just my tighty whiteys and thongs.

‘Fuck’, I thought to myself, ‘I must be losing my mind.’  Obviously I couldn’t change anything about it now, so I finished my shopping and walked home.  In my tighty whites and thongs, and puzzled over how I could have sunk so low.

I put my shopping away, and looking down I wasn’t surprised that I had stripped.  This was all becoming too automatic.

Fuck it!  I decided to ring Rodger and see if he wanted to go to the Pokies or something.  He said he would.  He told me to wait out the front, and he’d pick me up.  So five minutes later I was standing on the nature strip as Rodger pulled up.  I opened the passenger door and was just getting in the car.

“Hang on, mate,”

“What?”

“You can’t go to the pub dressed like that,” he said, looking at me rather pointedly.

I looked down and realised that I was only wearing my tighty whities and thongs again.  I mumbled an apology.  Complaining about the heat, I told him I’d be back.  Not realising that he had followed me up to my flat until I heard him exclaim, “What the fuck!”  As I had stripped the moment, I walked in the door, without giving it a second thought.  I was so surprised to hear him behind me that I automatically spun around on the spot which gave him a great view of my pendulous cock.

“Fuck buddy, great cock and balls.  And not a bad bubble butt either, by the way.”

I flamed red instantly, which only caused Rodger to laugh at me, particularly as my cock sprung to attention.  I dropped my hands to cover my crotch.  Which only caused Rodger to tell me that it was a bit late for that.  He told me to turn around again, and a bit puzzled I turned on the spot.  It wasn’t until I heard him give a low whistle that I suddenly remembered that he’d never seen my tattoos before.  Come to think of it.  He’d never seen me naked before.

“So.  Do you want to tell me what’s going on here?  I know we’re probably not best buds, but something really isn’t right here.  And I know it’s none of my business, and it’s something we’ve never talked about.  It’s not something I have a problem with, but I’m guessing from your butt, that you’re gay.”

Suddenly, with the strain of the past 24hrs, I just started to cry.  Not just tears but great heaving sobs.  Rodger raced over and wrapped his arms around and was telling me, soothingly, that it was Ok.  That he didn’t care what I was, or what I did.  It didn’t change our friendship.  He didn’t care either way — all of which he said, as he ran his hands up and down my back.  Occasionally running a hand over my arse as well.  All of which only made me cry that much harder.   Eventually, I ran out of tears.  Rodger got me to sit on the couch, while he went into the kitchen and made us coffee.

When he came back, if he was surprised to see me still sitting on the couch naked, he didn’t say anything.  He just gave me my coffee and sat down beside me.  Eventually, I slowly told him the story of the whole sorry mess.  But I had to be honest, and I told him how I think I actually loved my new lifestyle now.  Poor Rodger just looked at me incredulously, until I pointed out the cameras and the laptop on my dining room table.  But again I stated that I wasn’t a poof!

Rodger just looked at me, “after what you’ve just told me, mate, I don’t see how you can think you’re anything but.”

It was at that point that Tomas turned up.  As soon as he was through the door, I threw myself across the room.  I ripped his cock out of his pants and started to suckle on it before I even realised what I was doing.  I was just so happy that one of my Masters had turned up to use me.  That was until I heard Rodger exclaim, “What the fuck!”

My head started to jerk back as a reflex action, but Tomas was quicker.  Putting a restraining hand on the back of my head.  So I had no other option but to stay on my knees.  With one of my Master's cock down my throat.  And the realisation that I had done it all willingly in front of Rodger.

“So.  Who are you,” Tomas asked Rodger, as he motioned for me to keep going.

So with no other option, I continued to slurp and suck my Master's cock.

“I’m a friend of Ricks’…”

“Rick?  Who the hell is Rick?”  Asked Tomas.  “Oh,” he said after a moment’s thought, “is that your name?”  He asked, looking down at me.

I tried to nod while I was slurping on his fat cock.

“You mean to tell me that you don’t even know his name?”  Asked Rodger incredulously.

“Why should we?  He’s nothing but a ‘cum-dump’ to us.  Isn’t that right?”  He asked me.

And I had no other option but to try and nod with the fat cock pistoning in and out of my mouth.  Knowing full well what it must look like to Rodger.

I felt Tomas’ cock stiffen and then shudder as he shot his hot ropey load down my very willing throat, I realised.  When he had finished, I hungrily slurped the rest of his cum out of his cock and cleaned his cock off for him when I had finished.  Forgetting, again the Rodger was there until I heard gagging sounds from behind me.

This time Tomas let me remove his cock from my mouth.  “So, do you want a go,” he said, as he patted my head telling me that I was a good ‘cum-dump’.  Tomas stood in the doorway with his pants undone and his cock hanging down.  I was sat back on my haunches eyeing his cock hungrily.

Rodger got to his feet, “no.  I don’t want a go,” he said.  I swung around to look at him.  “Don’t call me again.  I can see how much you ‘love’ this,” he said to me as he pushed past.

I was about to jump up when Tomas put a restraining hand on my head.  “And just where do you think you’re going?”  He said.  I looked up at him, and realising Rodger was right, I just hung my head and said, “Nowhere, Sir.”

“That’s what I thought,” he said.  “Now, stand up and bend over.  I’m not finished yet.”

So I got to my feet, bent over and removed the butt plug.  I heard Rodger drive off as Tomas eased his cock into my willing, waiting arse.

Tomas fucked and cum in my arse, and then dropped another load of cum down my waiting throat.  Patting my head as he left.  I stayed there on my knees, long after he had gone contemplating the loss of Rodgers’ friendship.

As I was contemplating if the price was too high, I swallowed and could taste the remnants of Tomas’ cum in my mouth, and I knew that this, this is what I wanted to be.  That being their cum-dump was more important to me than anyone’s friendship.  That was the sad truth.

With that thought in mind, I got off my knees and started to clean up.

Keep letting me know what you think guys I do appreciate it.

Bastian