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.

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THE FARM

As soon as Ted arrived home from putting Tomas up for sale and making him a slave, he told his wife that he wanted a divorce.  What Ted didn’t tell her was that he was going to keep Tomas’ millions that were now his anyway, all to himself.  Ted told her that she should get a good Solicitor.  With that, he went upstairs and shoved all his clothes and toiletries that he wanted into bags and went back downstairs.  Ted told his wife that he was going to stay with Tomas.  He also told his wife that he was putting the house on the market first thing tomorrow, so she’d better start looking for somewhere for her and the children to live.  With that Ted left the house and got into Tomas’ sporty little car.  No, wait!  It belonged to him now!  Everything Tomas used to own.  All his money.  His house.  All his belongings now belong to Ted.  Ted was so fuckin’ rich.  He wanted to scream out at the top of his lungs.  And best of all.  Tomas, that smug fuckin’ stud belonged to him too, and Ted planned to be the one to take Tomas’ fuckin’ cherry.  And Tomas is going to love him for it.

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Tomas slowly came too.  He felt like he was hung over, his head was pounding, his mouth was incredibly dry, and he had a need to pee.  He opened his eyes but couldn’t see anything.  He could hear something or someone moving around, so he tried to call for help, but he couldn’t make a sound as his throat was so dry, all he could manage was a croak.

He tried to sit up but discovered that he was tied down, and it was then that he slowly remembered what had happened to him.  His being sold as a slave by his former best friend.  His being stripped naked in front of a room full of men who leered at him as he slowly revealed his naked body, the body he had once been so proud of.  The body he’d worked so hard for.  Then being strapped into the box.  Being drugged and loaded onto some kind of a vehicle and then being shipped off to who knows where which is when he mercifully passed out.  Realising that he couldn’t move, even though he suddenly desperately wanted to, he lay there and tried to work out where he actually was.  As he listened, he could hear other people moaning and groaning, and he could faintly hear someone yelling and screaming.  So he knew he wasn’t the only person trapped in a box.  He could hear and feel the rumble of a motor, so he assumed he was in a truck or a van of some kind.  And it was on the move, Tomas realised, as he became aware of the box shuddering and he could feel the curves and bumps in the road, as well as the hills they went over.

He realised that it was pointless trying to call for help because slavery was illegal in this country, fuck, it was illegal all over the world, and these people had been doing this for a very long time.  Seemingly with impudence, if they could ship a slave all over the world and not get caught.  So, he was sure they would have some kind of soundproofing so that people outside the vehicle wouldn’t be able to hear anyone inside the vehicle.  As he laid there, he silently apologised to all the guys he’d sold into slavery, over these past few months, as now he was experiencing the same thing himself, and he didn’t like it not one bit.  He scolded himself bitterly because this is what he’d condemned his slaves too, however unknowingly.  Neither he nor the other guys had given any thought about what would actually happen to their ‘slaves’ once they’d sold them.  All they had thought about was the money, and how much they all stood to make out of the deal.  Hell, they’d even talked about giving up their day jobs and becoming full-time slavers, it seemed like such easy money.

Tomas vaguely wondered if he would run into any of the guys he’d sold wherever it was he was going to.  He did feel a bit uneasy when he wondered if they would remember him, and what their reactions could be after seeing him again.  He hadn’t even given a thought as to what the guys they’d ‘mastered’, and released when they’d finished with them, were doing now.  Had they gone back to their old lives, were they still capable of doing that or had they been doomed to a life of trying to find a Master to please, and how would those formally straight guys cope with that.  Now he had to live with the knowledge that he’d been sold just like a piece of meat, like a bit of property, something someone didn’t have any further use, for now, a chattel, just like so much livestock.  And, by none other than his best friend in the whole world, the friend he had thought of as a brother, and this how his friend, his ‘brother’ treated him.  If he hadn’t been tied down so tightly, he’d have kicked himself again, for begging Ted to be his next of kin.  For insisting that Ted have Enduring Power of Attorney.  How he’d let Ted talk him into needing life insurance and naming Ted as the sole beneficiary.  How he let Ted talk him into going to see that fuckin’ Dr they took the slaves to, and getting him to do a ‘complete’ physical.  Fuck, he had to be the biggest mug on the fuckin’ planet.  Then to top it all off, he had to go and get himself a guiche piercing because he thought having an ear ring’d make him look too poofy.  Well look at him now, right now he’d settle for looking fuckin’ poofy.  Right now there was nothing wrong with lookin’ poofy.  Tomas’d decided that he’d rather look poofy than be in his current predicament.

Fuckin’ Ted, he wondered when Ted’d come up with the idea of selling him into slavery.  Was it when he’d found out that they’d sold their first couple slaves.  Actually, come to think of it both he and Stieg had disappeared upstairs while he’d been on the loo the last time they were at the silo, and Tomas wondered if they had in fact discussed selling him as a slave then, was it then that Ted had decided to sell him as a slave.  Why on earth had he got himself pierced!  If only he hadn’t found that stupid fuckin’ website, to begin with, he’d had no business fuckin’ around on the dark web, and of all things, it was Ted who was the one who told him so.  If only he hadn’t downloaded all that literature.  If he hadn’t shown the other guys and convinced them about all the money they could make, god he felt sick.

Tomas lost himself in his musings, his self-loathing, his hatred of Ted and the other guys, his hatred of the slavers and the life he’d condemned himself, and the others, too.  So much so that he lost track of time, and must have fallen asleep again, because when he woke up this time, the vehicle wasn’t moving, and he couldn’t hear the rumble of the motor either.  Then the fear factor kicked in, what if they’ve been in an accident.  Fuck, what if someone breaks into their boxes and find all these naked males secured inside?  That is unless they had women in here as well.  What if they were just left in the boxes to die?  A part of him knew that they wouldn’t do that because of the money they stood to make from the sales.  What if HE was the only one left in the box, off in some corner somewhere, in the hope that HE would die?  He knew it wouldn’t matter to Ted anymore, fuck no Ted was a wealthy man now thanks to Tomas, sure if they sold him, they might be able to make a shit load more money.  Tomas was beginning to wonder how greedy Ted actually was.  How could that bastard Ted take money over their friendship?  He’d loved Ted like a brother.  Fuckin’ brothers didn’t do this to each other.  Did they?

Tomas’ train of thought was broken into when he thought he heard someone opening the back of the vehicle.  He tried to strain his ears.  Was that the sound of another vehicle?  Then he heard the chains on his box rattling, and he was more relieved than he thought he would ever be.  He knew that he was going into a life of slavery, but right now he didn’t care.  All he wanted was to get out of this damn box so he could pee.  He’s not claustrophobic normally, but the front panel of the box was only a couple of centimetres from his face, not that he could see it now, and he knew the box wasn’t a whole lot wider than himself, nor was there much space between the top of the box and his head.

Again his musings were broken into when he felt his box being moved and he almost cried with relief.  He felt the box being moved out the back of the vehicle, and then the box was stood up, but he was left locked in the box while they got the other slaves out.  It took 30mins, not that Tomas had any way of telling the time, to get all the boxes out of the vehicle and stood up on their ends.  Tomas heard them opening the boxes one by one, and the warning that was given to all the slaves, so by the time they got to his box he could almost recite the warning word for word.

They took the front of his box off, and Tomas had to squint into the light that was flooding into his box, and Tomas assumed, rightly, that it was probably morning.  The first morning of his servitude.  He heard the sides of his box being unclipped, and by the time they came to undo his straps, his eyes had grown accustomed to the light.  He could see one of the guards standing in front of him with a taser in his hand.  “Ok, slave; you know what this is, don’t you?”  Tomas nodded, remembering what happened back at the silo when he spoke without permission, “Good.  Then this is what’s going to happen.  We’re going to undo your straps; if you try any funny business, I’m going to zap you.  Now I know you were zapped at the silo, but I promise you that that will feel like a little tickle compared to this one.  Do you understand?”  Tomas nodded.  “Good, boy.”

With that the guard stood back while two other guards came and undid Tomas’ straps, they left the chain tethering him to the bottom of the box by his guiche, till last.  They told him to step out of the box, and although his legs felt a bit rubbery, and wondering if they’d hold his weight, he stepped gingerly out of the box.  While he revelled in the space he suddenly had all around him, he was struck by the cold, and he actually started to shiver a little bit.

The guards had the slaves standing in a line behind each other, and their chain that was attached to their guiche was attached to the guiche of the slave in front of them.  Tomas could feel the chain of the slave behind him being attached to his guiche.  He soon realised that if he tried to pull away from the slave in front, then he’d probably rip the guy’s guiche out, and the same would happen to him to him if the slave behind him tried to run.  Knowing where the piercing site was, he figured that they’d probably bleed to death before anyone could save them.  If anyone wanted to save, then that is.  Tomas was now beginning to understand why the deposits on the slaves were so high if any slave died, then they still had the $50,000.00 deposit that had been paid by the seller, which wasn’t too bad he supposed not knowing exactly how much they could sell a slave for.  Before Tomas realised what was happening, one of the other slaves began to piss, and as the guards seemed not to care, slowly all the other slaves, including Tomas started to piss as well.  Tomas thought it felt like heaven to finally be able to relieve himself.

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Ted woke, in what was formally Tomas’ but now his, king-size bed.  Ted stretched luxuriantly and marvelled in the fact that no part of his body could touch the edge of the bed.  Ted lay there thinking about what a great thing he’d done for his best friend in the whole world.  Stieg was right, Ted decided, someone’s going to pay a fuckin’ small fortune for Tomas, and they’d treat him accordingly.  But, Ted decided, as he rolled over, and over to get to the edge of the bed, so that he could reach the remote for the TV that was hidden in the wall of the bedroom, that he was the one who was going to pop his best friend’s cherry.  Because, after all, it was his right, Ted’d decided, seeing as Tomas was HIS best friend in the whole world.  Ted’s thoughts slowly came back to the head job that Tomas had given him, and just because Ted‘d told, no, not told, ordered Tomas to do it.  Fuck, Ted thought, who’d have thought anyone’s mouth could be so velvety soft?  Ted was sure that none of their ‘cum-dumps’ mouths had felt so warm and moist, and when Tomas’d sealed his lips around Ted’s cock.  Fuck, no one’s mouth had ever felt like that before, not even his wife’s.  And then when Tomas’ had begun to apply pressure to the underside of Ted’s cock, with his tongue, fuck, Ted thought he was in heaven.  That was until Tomas had begun to bob up and down slowly on Ted’s cock.  The feel of Tomas’ nose being buried deep in Ted’s pubic bush.  Fuck, if Ted’d only know what a great cock sucker Tomas really was, fuck he’d have had Tomas sucking his cock a long time ago.  Before he realised what was happening, his cock erupted, all on its own, and Ted shot his first load of cum, in his new bed.  His cum went all over himself.  On his abdomen.  His chest.  He even got some in his face, as his eye began to sting Ted knew he must have got some in his fuckin’ eye.

Ted rolled over and wiped his cum off himself onto his new sheets, but Ted didn’t care if he ruined them.  He had more than enough money to buy new ones, fuck; he could buy a new bed every day if he wanted too, and probably still not run out of money.  He’d have to get a housekeeper, Ted decided, but then he remembered who he was and how his life had changed recently and decided that what he really needed was a slave.  Fuck, he’d have to check his new bank balance, he might even be able to afford to buy Tomas himself.  Fuck Ted never realised that Tomas could give such great head.  Man!  Had Ted ever been missing out!  Ted knew that he had to try Tomas’ arse out.  Ever since Ted had got to be the first one to pop one of their new ‘cum-dumps’ cherry, he’d tried to always be the first one to bust their arses open.  Ted loved the tight feeling on his cock as he forced it past the new cum-dump’s sphincter, nothing had ever felt so tight to Ted in his life.  Ted couldn’t even squeeze his cock that hard when he was masturbating.  Ted had decided that first night that he was never taking sloppy second ever again, and it’d be the same with Tomas.  Ted knew that Tomas’ arse would be so much better, fuck Tomas’ arse is huge, just tryin’ to separate the boy’s arse cheeks Ted’d probably need a crowbar.  But it’d be fuckin’ worth it, Ted’d decided.  Yes’ Ted knew after that night in the Dr’s surgery when Tomas had flashed both him and the Dr when they watched Tomas’ arse cheeks separate, man Tomas’ tightly puckered hole looked so tight.  Like a little bright pink dot.  Ted couldn’t wait for the chance to force his thick throbbing cock up Tomas virgin hole, but what happens when Tomas gets sold.  Ted decided that he’d have to find a way to accompany Tomas to wherever he was going.  Ted was sure, that once he explained his relationship to Tomas’ new owner, how they are best friends and why Ted had decided to sell Tomas into slavery.  And how Ted just wanted to protect Tomas, how could Tomas’ new owner possibly refuse him then.  Yes, Ted was sure he was on a win/win situation here.  The more Ted thought about popping Tomas’ arse; the more aroused he became, until he shot his second load of cum for the morning, again hands-free I might add, and just from thinking about popping Tomas’ cherry.  Fuck, Ted could only imagine how much better it was gunna be when he actually gets to fuck Tomas for the first time in real life.

Ted finally rolled over and got out of bed, again rubbing the cum off himself onto the sheets.  When he got out of bed he looked back at the bed and decided that it was going to be too much effort to change it, so he decided that he just had to get a housekeeper in.  Ted wondered if he could get a male one.  Ted walked naked into the en-suite and turned on the water in the shower recess.  Fuck, Ted though when he walked into the shower recess, there’s enough room in here for three people to shower in, Ted decided yet again that he’d have to get himself a slave.  Ted finished showering and decided that he’d get breakfast before he got dressed, and knowing that there was no one else around, Ted decided he didn’t need to put anything on.  So, he walked out to the kitchen in the buff, and in his minds’ eye, Ted thought he looked every bit as good as Tomas did when he was strutting around in the nude.  Totally forgetting that his cock and balls were nowhere near as big as Tomas’, nor had Ted spent any time in the gym.  Consequently, he was carrying a bit of access weight, particularly around the middle, but in Ted’s minds’ eye he looked every bit as buffed as Tomas, Ted rummaged around in his new kitchen and found something for him to eat for breakfast.  Then leaving his dishes and mess, Ted got himself dressed and went to work.

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“Right, you fuckin’ ignorant slaves,” one of the guards’ said, “you’re going to be checked by the Dr’s.  They will be grading you for the areas you will be trained in,” with that he grabbed hold of the lead slaves’ chain and told him to follow him.  Naturally, all the other slaves followed along behind, ‘cause none of them wanted to rip out the guiche of the slave in front, and each slave silently hoped that the slave behind him would follow them for the same fears they had about their own guiches.  So, they walked barefoot out of the shed they were in, and walked across a large concrete yard, in bright sunlight.  Looking past all the naked slaves in front of him, it looked to Tomas as if they were heading to a large squat white building.  Sure enough, they were taken inside the building, which was obviously an administrative block of some kind, as they passed a lot of offices as well as some larger rooms that Tomas had no idea what they could be used for.  Eventually, they ended up in a long room that was some kind of medical room, as there were all sorts of medical equipment spread out around the room, including some examination benches, some scales, and other stuff.

They stood where they were left in a room by the guards and waited.  Tomas wasn’t sure how long they had waited, but eventually, a door opened at the other end of the room, and some men came in wearing white coats, so Tomas assumed that they were the medical staff.  They worked their way down the line examining each slave in turn.  When it was Tomas’ turn, they checked his hair, eyes, and teeth, none too gently as far as he was concerned.  They ran their hands all over his body, making note of his muscle tone, one of them picked his cock up and rolling back the foreskin and checked his clans for any abnormalities.  They even forced his piss slit open and checked down there as well.  While it didn’t necessarily hurt per se, it was very uncomfortable, and while Tomas had no problem with guys looking at his naked body.  In fact, he loved watching guys drool over his body; especially when he was at the gym, he loved the rush of power he felt, but this.  This situation was totally different, here he had no control over his body whatsoever, and what’s more, his traitorous cock seemed to be liking the attention it was being shown, as he could feel it slowly growing.  Before he could do anything about it though, one of the men in white coats pulled a taser out of his pocket and zapped his cock near the base, and while it wasn’t as big a shot as he had received at the silo.  It was enough of a shock to make his cock change its mind almost immediately as it deflated instantly, and Tomas almost screamed from the pain, but with a lot of effort on his part, he held it in.

They bent Tomas over while they checked his piercing site and then started to shove things up his arse as they checked that out as well.  It hurt so much that he assumed they had some kind of speculum shoved up there as it felt like his hole was stretched so wide that they could have walked in there and had a look if they’d wanted to.  After what felt like an eternity, they were obviously happy with their examination as he felt the speculum pulled out of his arse, again none too gently, and mercifully they moved on down the line of slaves.

Finally, they were finished examining them all, and all the results were entered into a notebook computer that one of them carried, and the men in the white coats left out the door they had come in.  As they left, the guards returned, and this time Tomas along with the rest of the slaves were led out the door they had come in, back down the corridor they had come down when they had entered the building in the first place.  The guards opened one of the doors they had walked past, and they entered a small room with another door at the other end.  This room had no windows, so the slaves had no idea what was happening around them, nor why they were in this particular room.  One by one they were led out through the door at the other end of the room.

Finally, it was Tomas’ turn, he bent over at the waist when he was instructed to, and he wondered if he would ever get used to revealing his hole to anyone who wanted him to.  To get Tomas to bend over anytime, they wanted him to and waited for the chain from the slave behind him to be unhooked.  The guard told him to stand up as he picked up Tomas’ chain, ensuring that Tomas would follow him.  Tomas did have to marvel at the effectiveness of that particular method of control because Tomas didn’t think anyone would want to pull against it fearing they’d pull it out, and Tomas for one didn’t want that to happen to him.  So he followed meekly along behind the guard as he was led through the door.

Tomas was led to the centre of a room beside a small box, and there the guard left him and went and stood in the corner of the room.  Tomas looked at the other men wearing white coats in the room and wondered what was going to happen to him now.  The men surrounded Tomas, and they poked and prodded him again, and talked amongst themselves in quiet voices so that Tomas couldn’t work out what they were saying to each other.  After they had all looked into his eyes, and checked his teeth, and ran their fingers around the inside of his mouth, they ran their hands over every inch of his body and, he hoped, marvelling at his great physic.  They had him bend over, and they all managed to shove at least one finger up his poor abused hole; that felt like it was so stretched now it wouldn’t have surprised him if they couldn’t have driven a truck up there.  Finally, they all poked, prodded, and weighed his cock and balls, and again because of all the attention they were paying his cock, it began to rise to the occasion.  No matter how hard Tomas tried to think of something else, he was almost in tears when his cock was ramrod stiff and almost pointing straight up his belly, but still they teased his cock and balls, until Tomas couldn’t hold it any longer, and his cock exploded; spraying cum up his chest and over the floor.  Tomas was frightened that he was going to be punished for cumming and he was almost right, as one of the men ordered him to clean all the mess up.  Tomas just looked at him uncomprehending the instruction.  When the man told him to clean up all his cum the second time, slowly an understanding dawned on him, he scooped all the cum up off his chest and abs, and then looked around for somewhere to put it.  One of the men sighed heavily, and at that moment he noticed, out of the corner of his eye, a guard starting to move in his direction, pulling his taser out of his belt, as he approached.  Not knowing what else to do he licked and sucked all the cum off his fingers and hand, “Finally,” one of the men said.

After he finished licking his fingers and hand clean he stood and looked directly in front, “What about all the fuckin’ mess on the floor; you fuckin’ stupid slave?  Who do you think is going to clean that mess up, you fuckin’ stupid slave?  Maybe I should get down and clean up your mess for you, hmm?  Maybe you think a real man should have to clean-up after a dumb fuckin’ slave like you.  Is that it?  Hmm?”

Tomas looked at him in growing distress; again he could see the guard leaving his post in the corner.  Finally one of the other men barked at him to, “Get on your fuckin’ knees, slave, and clean up your fuckin’ mess!”  With that Thomas fell on the floor, on his hands and knees, and then realised that he had nothing to clean the floor with, so without stopping to think he licked every spot of cum up off the floor he could find.  He was about to get up when he noticed a couple of spots on one of the men’s shoes, and without being told too, he crawled over and proceeded to lick the man’s shoes clean of all the spots of cum that had landed there as well.  Leaving him on his hands and knees, one of the men walked over to a table and picked something up.  He told Tomas to kneel, and Tomas complied instantly, then he heard and felt the clippers being run over his head, and because of his nudity, he felt every hair that fell from his head.  The man then proceeded to shave Tomas’ entire body until there was not a single hair left on his body, except for his eyebrows, he’d even had to stand and spread his arse cheeks so that his hole could be shaved.  He was sure it wasn’t going to be for the last time that he’d mentally beg for forgiveness not only from the slaves he sold into this hellhole, but from all the men he had helped to turn into a cock lovin’ bitch for him, and his so-called friends, to use and abuse.

He knew he’d never get out of here a free man ever.  When he’d been totally denuded of hair with the Clippers, they went over his body again with a razor and shaving crème, so by the time they had finally finished shaving him, he was as smooth as the day he was born.  He even had goose pimples; he’d never felt so cold in his life.  When he looked down at himself, his genitalia looked huge and seemed to be hanging off his body obscenely.  So much so that he wanted to cover himself with his hands, but correctly thought that he might have got punished for that.

“Ok, slave, now I want you to stand and display.  Stand up straight with your feet shoulder width apart, and your hands locked behind your neck.  From now on you will never look a real man in the eye again, is that clear?”

Tomas nodded, while he moved to assume the position he was told to stand in. “Good boy,” Tomas cringed inwardly, “now while you are being spoken to you will have your eyes downcast at all times.  Is that understood?”

Tomas nodded and looked at the floor, “Good boy, we have decided that you will be a houseboy.  We think you are too good a piece of slave flesh to be squandered in the paddocks and fields.  Do you have any questions boy?”  Tomas was about to open his mouth when all the men around him roared with laughter, and Tomas realised that he had no opinion as far as these, nor any man he would meet from now on, were concerned.  So he wisely kept his mouth shut.  While he could feel something deep inside of him die.

One of the guards came over and told him to stand down, not being very sure what he meant he unclasped his hands from behind his neck and left them by his sides.  The guard told him to follow, and without a backwards glance, or taking him by the chain, he walked out through one of the doors set into the back wall of the room, with Tomas following him as best he could with the chain dangling between his legs from his guiche.  Tomas was sure it wasn’t going to be the last time he cursed himself for getting himself the bloody thing in the first place.

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Ted had finally got himself dressed and drove to work, as much as he hated his job it did offer a good cover for all the money he now had, thanks to his good buddy, Tomas.  When Ted arrived at his desk, he called the legal department and asked them if they could suggest a good divorce Solicitor, as a friend of his was going to need one real soon.  Ted wrote down the contact details and called the Solicitors’ office and made an appointment for his lunch hour.  Next, Ted looked up housekeeping services and rang around until he found one that had males on the staff and organised to have a few come by the house that night so he could interview them.  The last thing he had to do was call a Real Estate Agency and see how soon he could get his house listed for sale.  As they were only too happy to help, they could view the house today if Ted liked and give him some kind of estimate market value.  Ted thanked them and told them that today would be great.

With that, all finished Ted settled in to do the work that was ahead of him this morning.  Without realising it, Ted had totally forgotten about Tomas and what might have been happening to him.  No, all Ted was interested in was how much money he actually had now that he owned everything of Tomas’.  By the time Ted’s morning tea break came around, Tomas was licking his own cum up off the concrete floor.

Ted made his lunchtime appointment and had started divorce proceedings between him and his soon to be ex-wife, and the Solicitor assured Ted that his wife would be served no later than close of business the following day.  Ted had just enough time to grab himself some lunch and get back to the office.  Yes. Thought Ted on his way back to the office, this was turning out to be a great day.

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Training his eyes on the heels of the shoes of the guard in front of him, Tomas walked back across the concrete yard to the large house he had failed to notice on his last trip across the yard.  The guard stopped at the door, and Tomas stood behind him and waited. Then without any warning, the guard spun around and backed handed him across the face, hard enough to knock him to the ground.  “What the fuck are you waitin’ for, you fuckin’ useless maggot,” he yelled at Tomas, “get up off the fuckin’ ground and open this fuckin’ door for me so I can get in.”  Tomas scrambled to his feet and ducked around the guard and held the door open for him.  Without so much as a glance at Tomas, the guard walked through the door, and Tomas followed him with his eyes downcast.  Tomas’ perineum hurt, as in his rush to get back on his feet after the guard had knocked him to the ground, he’d accidentally stood on the chain and it, in turn, had pulled on his guiche, but he didn’t think he could feel blood coming from the site, but he’d certainly seen stars.

He hobbled down the corridor after the guard, making sure he kept his eyes downcast, so all he could see were the openings of the rooms he passed, and trying to keep up as best he could, as he didn’t want to get hit again.  He also became aware of someone, or maybe it was more than one person screaming somewhere in the house and found himself wondering what had he got himself into again, for the umpteenth time since this whole sorry saga had started.

The guard stopped at one of the doorways and telling Tomas to wait he entered the room, and after a little bit, totally ignoring Tomas, the guard came out of the room and went back the way they had come.  Leaving Tomas standing in the corridor, unsure of what he was supposed to do now, so he just continued to stand there with his eyes downcast, and waited.  Eventually, someone’s bare feet came into view, but Tomas had learnt better than to look up, or to speak without having permission to do so first, fuck, he’d certainly learnt a lot in the last twelve hours or so.  He still wasn’t sure how long he’d spent locked up in the truck.

“So, slave, first day’s a bitch ain’t it?  Speak!”

“Yes it is, Sir,” Tomas said with feeling.  The slave looked horrified, “don’t ever call another slave, sir again.  Is that understood?  If any of our Masters hear you, both you and the slave you address as sir will be flogged.  Do you understand?” the slave hissed at Tomas.

“Um, yes, sorry s…” Tomas managed to stop himself just in time.

“Follow me,” the slave said as he led the way into the room.  Indicating a chair, he told Tomas to sit.  “Now, I am going to tell you the list of rules for us slaves, and you are expected to remember each one.  Is that understood?”

“Yes, s...”

The slave just rolled his eyes, “Ok, your toilet.  You will be assigned another slave, and you both will be responsible for making sure each other is totally shaved every day.  If the slave you have been assigned to is found with so much as stubble anywhere on their body, then both of you will be punished.  Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good.  It’s your responsibility to ensure that he has crème rubbed into his pubic area, his armpits, and arse crack to prevent chaffing and any other nasties.  Neglect to do this and you will be punished.  Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good.  You will also be assigned one of the guards, and he will instruct you on how to shower him correctly and learn how to attend to his toilet, to his satisfaction.  If you don’t learn how to do this on the first day, then you will be punished each day until you learn how to do this correctly.  Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good.  When you have learnt how to perform his toilet to his satisfaction, you will then be reassigned to another guard, and you will be expected to learn his toilet routine, and so on until you have performed this service for all the guards.  Then when you have performed this service for all the guards, to their satisfaction, you will then be expected to perform this service for the masters.  Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now come with me, and I will show you around the lower floor.”  With that, the slave stood up and led the way out the door, with Tomas following close on his heels.  Tomas noted that the slave walked with a wider stance than he’d seen on anyone, and it didn’t take Tomas too long to be reminded that that helped prevent the chain from wrapping itself around his legs and tripping him up.  “Now, when you are walking through the house you will walk as close to the left-hand wall as you possibly can.  Is that understood?”

“Yes,” said Tomas as he moved against the wall.

“Good.  If a master or a guard approaches you from either direction, you will stop and wait for them to pass you by, and of course, you know that you have to have your eyes downcast at all times.  Is that understood?”  Tomas said he understood.

“Good,” and so it went on, and Tomas was told a long list of rules as they made their way downstairs to the slave's area.  The slave pointed out their sleeping quarters where there were rows of bunk beds and showed Tomas where his assigned bunk was, and it was explained to him that the slave he shared the bunk with, would be the slave he would share grooming duties with.  He was shown the dungeons, and it was explained to him that there would be regular bondage sessions, something that Tomas was definitely not looking forward too.  Particularly when he remembered some of the things both he, and his former friends had done to some of their cum-dumps, and they hadn’t had half the equipment that was in these well-appointed dungeons.

The slave took Tomas upstairs to the Masters private quarters, and as they were walking down one of the passageways, they heard someone coming.  So both slaves stood with their backs to the wall and eyes downcast to wait for whoever it was to pass them by.  “Ah, slave; is this one of the new slaves?  Speak.”

“Yes, Master, this is a new arrival, Master.”

“Good.  My, he is a fine piece of flesh, isn’t he!” The Master said as he started to run his hands over Tomas’ body.  He cupped and weighed Tomas’ balls in his hand, and then moved to his cock.  Rolled his foreskin back and expected the glands.  When he had finished with his cock and balls, he went to open Tomas’ mouth to inspect inside it, but Tomas made to pull back, and he got backhanded across the face so hard that he fell to the floor, with his ears ringing.

“How dare you pull away from one of your betters, you worthless piece of shit.” The Master said angrily, “speak.”

“I’m sorry, Master...” Tomas started as he got up from off the ground, “but…”

Tomas was knocked to the ground again.  “You dare to question me!  One of your betters, boy!  Do you think I care what you think?  Speak.”

“No. Master, sorry Master, you just touched my cock and was then going to put your…”

Tomas got knocked to the ground again before he could finish.  This time the Master put his booted foot on top of Tomas’ cock and started to grind it with his boot.  “Do you still believe I care about what you think slave?  Speak”

The pain emanating from his cock was excruciating, and Tomas was trying very hard not to show just how painful it was, “No, Master,” he said in a strained voice.

“Good,” replied the Master as he continued to grind Tomas’ cock with his boot, “you fuckin’ worthless piece of shit.  If I want you to eat horse shit, then that is what you will eat.  Do you understand, slave?  Speak”

“Yes, Master, I’m sorry Master,” Tomas said with tears rolling down his face from the pain in his cock.

The Master leaned all his weight onto the leg grinding Tomas’ cock, causing the pain to increase, “Good.  Now stand up I want to finish inspecting you.”  He stopped grinding Tomas’ cock with his boot, and Tomas slowly got to his feet. Tomas gritted his teeth as the Master re-examined his cock and balls, pulling back his foreskin again and checking the glands, then he stood up and opened Tomas’ mouth and inspected his teeth and gums.  Tomas thought he’d never felt something so excruciatingly painful in his life.  He told Tomas to bend over while he inspected his arse, then without any warning or lube, he shoved his whole finger up Tomas’ poor abused hole, and while he was wiggling his finger around inside his hole, he asked Tomas if he was a virgin, and giving Tomas permission to speak.  Tomas confirmed that he was a virgin.  As the Master had finished examining his hole, he told Tomas to stand up and this time when he presented his finger to be cleaned Tomas licked and sucked the Masters’ finger clean for him.

The Master turned to leave, and as he walked past the slave that Tomas was with, the Master told him to make sure they were both in the first dungeon room in five minutes.  Then without so much as a backwards glance, he left.  When they couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore, the slave led them back the way the way they had come.  With Tomas hobbling along behind the other slave as Tomas cradled his poor abused cock,  Tomas wanted to stop and inspect his cock to make sure it wasn’t broken or anything, but the other slave would not slow down, “What’s happening?”

“I’m to be punished.”

“What for?”
“Because you dared to question one of our betters…”

“Yes, but why are you being punished, for?”

“Because, I am the one who is supposed to teach you how to behave,” He hissed at Tomas, “so, because you refused to let one of our betters to do whatever he wanted to you.  I obviously was lax in my teaching you…”

“But that’s not fair…” Tomas replied outraged.

The slave turned on him, “Don’t you get it yet!  You and me, we’re nothing but livestock, a beast for them to sell and make a profit on.  Concepts like good and bad, fair or unfair, do not apply to us.  We are only here until our better’s judge us to be ready to be sold, or whatever they decide to do to us.  Now if we are to be sold, then we will be sold to the highest bidder, whoever that might be.  Where ever in the world, they might be.  The likes of us do not get a say in what happens to us.  If our new Master wants us to be gelded.  Then gelded we will be.  If our new Master wants your cock cut off.  Then they will cut your cock off.  If he wants half your head cut off, then that is what they will do to us.  Now!  Do you understand?  We are nothing but animals.  In fact, we are worth less than animals.”  Turning and walking away from Tomas, he said over his shoulder, “Hurry up, or I am going to be late for my punishment session, and that means I will have to have even more punishment.”

The slave led Tomas back down to the slaves’ area, in the basement, and entered the first dungeon they came to.  The slave pointed to a spot on the floor and told Tomas not to move from the spot, he then walked over and stood facing the other wall.  Shortly after they had arrived the Master entered the dungeon.  He smacked Tomas to the ground, “Why are we here slave?  Speak”

“I was disobedient, Master,” replied Tomas as he got to his feet.

“Good boy.  Now, why is the other slave being punished?  Speak.”

“Because, I hadn’t learnt my lesson properly, Master.”

“Good boy.  And whose fault is that?  Speak.”

“Mine, Master.”

“Then why am I punishing the other slave?”

“Um…”  He started to say, when the Master smacked him to the ground again, with a savage backhand to the face.  “Did I give you permission to speak, hmm, boy?  Do you think you’re my equal now, slave?” he spat at Tomas, “Is that it? Do you think that because I have to give up this time in my very busy schedule that that makes us equals now?  Is that what you think, boy?  Do you think I care about what you think?  The only reason I am teaching you is because this worthless slave,” he continued pointing to the slave against the far wall, “has not got the good sense to teach you how you are to behave in the presence of your betters.  That is why we are here.  That is why I have had to take time out of my incredibly busy schedule, just to come down here and teach you how to fuckin’ behave in front of your betters.  Do you understand now, you fuckin’ piece of worthless crap?  Speak.”

“Yes, Master, but I should…”

“Shut the fuck up,” the Master screamed at Tomas.  He stalked over to the rack of whips, picked up a riding crop and stalked back to Tomas, and before Tomas had time to register what was going to happen to him or get to his feet to try to fend off the blows, the Master started to beat him as he lay on the ground.  Tomas had never been struck by a riding crop before in his life let alone by one in anger, without realising it, because of the pain it caused him, he pissed all over the floor.  The Master kept hitting him until he stopped pissing, “How dare you piss in my presence without my express permission, you fuckin’ stupid slave.  You worthless piece of crap.  Now.  I am going to beat him,” the Master continued pointing at the other slave, “Until you have licked up all this piss you have decided to produce all over the floor.  Is that understood?  Speak.”  He said with venom.

“Yes, Master,” Tomas said, and without another thought of what he was about to do, he scrambled up on all fours and started to lick and suck up the large pool of his urine that was slowly spreading out all over the floor.  Meanwhile, the Master walked over to the other slave and started to whip his back and butt with the riding crop he had in his hand.

Every swish that Tomas heard drove him to try and suck up his urine as fast as he could.  Tomas could tell by the sound alone that they weren’t light blows Tomas was expecting to hear.  Instead, the blows sounded so heavy that Tomas was sure the Master was breaking the other slave’s bones.  But all Tomas could hear from the other slave were soft, forced grunts.  When he thought he had finished, Tomas cast an eye over the rest of the floor but couldn’t see any more urine anywhere.  But when Tomas looked over at the Master, trying to work out how he could possibly tell him that he had cleaned every drop of urine from off the floor.  To his horror he noticed that he had got piss on the Master's shoes, so he scrambled over to the Master, still on his hands and knees, and proceeded to lick and suck every last drop of urine he could find on his Master's shoes.  When he had finally finished, he sat back on his haunches, feeling very retched as he tried to think of some way to tell his Master that he had finally finished, when he realised that he could feel some urine dripping off his chin.  So then he set to and wiped all the urine he could off his face and licked his fingers clean.  He did the same for the drops of urine he could find on his chest and abs.

The Master must have been watching Tomas closely because when he had settled himself back on his haunches, he stopped beating the other slave.  He threw the riding crop on the ground and left the dungeon.

When they could no longer hear the sound of the Master's footsteps, the slave slowly sank to the floor.  He laid face down on the floor and stayed there for quite some time, and while he was lying there, Tomas checked his back to see if the Master had broken his skin.  Tomas could clearly see the deep bruising left by the riding crop.  Each on, Tomas was sure, would be a perfect match for the head of the riding crop.  Tomas helped the other slave to his feet when he was ready, and leaning his weight on Tomas the other slave told him to help him back to their quarters, and he would show him where they kept the salve just for these occasions.  When Tomas asked if he shouldn’t go to hospital, the slave just laughed at him, “You still don’t get it.  Do you, you dumb fuck!  There’s no hospital for the likes of us.  They can do whatever the fuck they like.  We are nothing, but so much livestock.  Now fuck off and leave me alone.”

So Tomas left him on his bunk and went and sat on his own bunk, feeling very dejected, and reminding himself that this is the kind of life he had wanted to, and had, in actual fact, inflicted onto another person.  Tomas buried his face in his pillow and cried.

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After work, Ted stopped off at a swanky restaurant and had something to eat before he went home to interview his potential new housekeeper.  Ted loved being rich, so much, that he wondered why he’d never done this before.  He’d always had access to Tomas’ bank accounts; Ted decided that he was too much of a nice guy.  That was his problem.  He was tired of looking after everyone else.  Now it was Ted’s time to look after Ted.

Tomas was going to be living in the lap of luxury anyway.  Ted congratulated himself on fixing Tomas up for life.  Ted was sure that no one would dare hurt such a valuable piece of merchandise.  Ted reckoned that Tomas must be singing his praises now, after making him into a cushy slave.  Yes, reasoned Ted, Tomas owed him a big load of thanks for what he did for Tomas last night.  The next time Ted saw Tomas, Ted expected him to fall at his feet and kiss them with gratitude.  With that thought rolling around in his head.  Ted got into his new sporty car and drove home to interview his new housekeeper.

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