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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MORE LESSONS

Tomas tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but someone kept persisting in shaking his shoulder.  In the end whoever it was gave up, shaking his shoulder, and slapped him hard on the arse instead, which had the desired effect.  Tomas shot up and ended up cracking his skull on the top bunk, which served to remind Tomas of where he actually was.  He looked up at the naked stud standing by his bed, “’bout fuckin’ time.  We’re late!  Get the fuck up and help me shave.”  With that the other slave stalked off into the toilet area, with Tomas, rubbing both his head and arse at the same time, trailing along behind him.

The other eight slaves were already there, shaving each other.  Tomas’ shower mate shoved him under the running water, and left him there for about 30secs then fished him back out, Tomas’ shower mate then proceeded to lather Tomas up and shave his entire body.  He shaved his face and head, but not his eyebrows, then the slave told Tomas to display, and while Tomas assumed the position the other slave lathered and shaved Tomas’ chest, abs, pits, and then told him to let his arms down, which the other slaved shaved as well.  When Tomas’ shower mate had finished the top half of Tomas, he pushed him back under the running water and rinsed him off.  Tomas’ shower mate pulled Tomas back out of the shower, and crouching in front of him, Tomas’ shower mate proceeded to shave Tomas’ pubic area paying close attention to his cock and balls to ensure that he shaved every piece of skin he could see.  Tomas’ shower mate didn’t want to leave any stubble, not so much as a stray hair for that matter, for anyone else to find, it was more than his life was worth.    The other slave told Tomas to bend over and spread his arse cheeks, which Tomas did, and his shower mate shaved his exposed hole.  His shower mate then moved down Tomas’ legs and finished Tomas off by shaving his feet.  He pushed Tomas back into the shower to rinse off, then when Tomas jumped out of the shower, his shower mate jumped in, and Tomas performed the same service on his shower mate that his shower mate had just performed on him.  But when it came to shaving around his pubic area, Tomas was reluctant to touch the other slaves’ cock and balls, because of the contraption it’s in.  What the hell…” Tomas started.

“Haven’t you seen a chastity device before,” the other slave asked.  “Just run the water and liquid soap through it, then when you dry it you use the hairdryer to make sure that mi cock is dry, so it doesn’t chafe and smell.”  Tomas reluctantly picked up the other slaves cock in its chastity device and shaved around it and the other slaves’ balls.

When they’d finished with their toilet, Tomas was sent upstairs to shower one of the guards. Not sure what to do Tomas just stood looking at the closed door.  Should he knock?  Is he allowed to do that, now?  What the fuck is he supposed to do?  One of the other slaves walked up behind Tomas and opening the guard’s door; he pushed Tomas into the room which caused Tomas to fall sprawling all over the floor.  Tomas picked himself up and found his guard was in his bathroom already, sitting on the toilet, “You’re fuckin’ late slave.”  He growled, “I don’t like being kept waiting.  I’ve missed my morning wake up blow job because of you, you worthless piece of shit” he said as he stood up. He bent over and waited.  As Tomas made no sign of moving the guard growled at Tomas to wipe his arse.

Tomas baulked at the idea of wiping someone else’s butt, but what choice did he have?  He was a slave now.  This was his life, wiping someone else’s butt.  So he grabbed some toilet paper and leaning over the full toilet, he wiped the guard’s arse clean for him.  The guard told him to run the shower and set the temperature to almost hot, which Tomas did.  While the shower was heating up, the guard told Tomas to help him undress.  The guard stood in the centre of the bathroom and waited for Tomas.  Tomas, unsure of what exactly was expected of him, went and stood behind the guard and reached out and grabbed the hem of the guard’s t-shirt.  “What the fuck are you doing?” the guard demanded.  “Umm, I…” Tomas began.  The guard spun around and backhanded Tomas hard across the face, so hard in fact that he was knocked into the vanity unit.  “Who gave you fuckin’ permission to speak, you worthless piece of shit!  I know you’re hungry to ream my arse out, slave.  But, you have to earn the right to do that.  Now get in front of me, so I can see what it is your doing, you dumb fuck.  Fuck I hate getting the new slaves.’  With that, the guard stood passively in the middle of the bathroom again.

Tomas walked around in front of the guard, making sure he didn’t make eye contact and proceeded to lift the guard’s t-shirt up over his head.  Tomas dropped the t-shirt on the floor and reached out for the waistband of the guard’s boxers, but before he could touch them the guard backhanded him again.  “Pick up my fuckin’ t-shirt; you fuckin’ worthless piece of crap.  Am I the slave here?  I’m not here to pick up after you, you bloody stupid slave!  None of my property ever touches the ground!  You got that?” the guard questioned Tomas holding a fist up to his face.  Tomas just nodded and scooped the t-shirt up off the ground and put it in the basket in the corner of the bathroom.  Tomas turned back to the guard and grabbed the waistband of the guards’ boxers Tomas slid then to the ground and waited for the guard to lift his feet, one at a time, out of his boxers, and Tomas picked the boxers up and put them in the basket as well.  Tomas checked the temperature of the water and indicated to the guard that he thought it was Ok, the guard complained that it was a bit cool, so Tomas hastened to turn the temperature up a bit more for him.

While the guard was standing under the water, he told Tomas to get in the shower with him.  Tomas just looked at him, “You fuckin’ stupid slave!  How the fuck are you supposed to wash me if you’re standing out there?  Now, get the fuck in here,” he shouted.

Tomas walked into the shower stall with the guard, and the guard told him to wash his back.  Tomas picked up the sponge, that he assumed was there to wash the guard with and put some liquid soap on it, and proceeded to wash the guards’ back.  The guard told Tomas he wasn’t using enough pressure, so Tomas scrubbed harder.  When he’d finally washed the guards’ back, to his satisfaction, he told Tomas to get his razor and shave him.  Tomas got out of the shower stall and fetched the guards’ razer from off the vanity unit, as well as the shaving crème.  He lathered the guard's face and proceeded to shave him very carefully, so as not to nick him.

The guard instructed Tomas on how to wash his face and chest; he lifted his arms so that Tomas had access to his pits and the sides of his abdomen and the undersides of his arms.  He told Tomas to wash his genitals next, so Tomas hunkered down in front of the guard and tentatively started to wash his cock and balls.  The guard told him to use more pressure, but when Tomas still wasn’t pressing hard enough for the guards’ liking, he hit Tomas on the side of the face so that Tomas fell out of the shower stall.  “Are you fuckin’ stupid or what?” the guard roared at Tomas, “get the fuck back in here and wash my cock properly, you fuckin’ moronic slave, and don’t forget to wash under mi foreskin.  Shit!” the guard said with frustration.  “Why do I have to get the new slaves all the fuckin’ time?”

Tomas scampered back into the stall and started to wash the guard’s cock again, ensuring he washed under the guard’s foreskin, and Tomas noticed that the guards’ cock was starting to grow under his ministrations.  Poor Tomas didn’t know what to do, he’d barely touch another man’s cock in his life, and now for the second time today he’s had to wash another man’s cock, but this time he was being confronted by a rapidly growing erection.  So Tomas gamely continued washing the man’s growing cock, as if he had been doing it all his life.  “Are you really that fuckin’ stupid, slave?  I have a NEED, now, what are you going to do about it?” he said as he glared down at Tomas.

Tomas just looked helplessly back up at the guard.

“Oh, for fucks’ sake,” with that the guard grabbed Tomas by the ears and forced his cock down Tomas’ throat, “if I feel so much as one tooth scrape mu cock your goin’ to be the sorriest fuckin’ slave this place has ever seen.”  With that the guard continued to ram his cock down Tomas’ virgin throat, totally ignoring the choking sounds coming from Tomas as he tried to accommodate the cock down his throat.  The guard just pumped away at him until he shot his load down Tomas’ throat, with the warning that he had better not waste so much as one drop of the guards’ cum.  Tomas was glad he was kneeling under the running water so that the guard couldn’t see him crying while his mouth was being raped for the first time.  After the guard had finished, he had Tomas wash his legs and arse.  To ensure Tomas had washed his arse properly, he had Tomas clean his arse again with his tongue making sure that Tomas really drilled deep into his hole to ensure it was all nice and clean.  The only thing left for Tomas to do now was to wash the guards’ hair.

Having finished in the shower, the guard instructed Tomas on how to dry him properly and to apply the guards’ deodorant to his satisfaction.  Using the hairdryer, Tomas dried the guards’ hair and styled it as per the guards’ instructions.  He assisted the guard to get dressed, including kissing the guards’ cock before tucking it into his underwear.  Finally dressed and ready to go, the guard told Tomas to clean his bathroom, make his bed, clean his room, then before he left, the guard told him to find the useless slave he was with yesterday, and tell the slave that he needs to be ‘dressed’.  The guard left his room muttering about an undressed slave walking around the house, what was the world coming too, the guard wondered?

Tomas just wanted to sit on the floor and cry.  He was beginning to understand why their subs had cried after some of the stuff he and his ex-friends had made them do.  Then, Tomas thought it was hilarious, but not now.  He tried putting his fingers down his throat so he could puke up the guards’ semen, but he couldn’t make himself puke, no matter how hard he tried.  So, in the end, he just gave up.  He finished towelling himself dry, he cleaned up the bathroom, and made the guards bed and cleaned his room, and went in search of the slave he met yesterday to tell him he was allowed to get dressed, finally.

He found the slave in the room he’d met him in yesterday, and told him, somewhat smugly, that he was supposed to get dressed and asked him where he’d find some clothes to put on.  The slave just looked at him, somewhat incredulously, then shaking his head he told Tomas to follow him.  They went back down to the slaves’ area and into some kind of storeroom.

“So where are the clothes I’m supposed to wear?” asked Tomas.

“Are you really that thick, or is this all just an act?” asked the slave, incredulously, as he turned on him.

Tomas just looked at him.  “I don’t understand…” he started to say.

The slave shook his head and, turned back to a set of shelves and looked through some of the boxes that were on one of the shelves.  The slave let out a derisive bark of laughter, “here we are.”  He said as he held a box aloft. “It’s the largest one I can find.  I hope it won’t be too uncomfortable for you,” he said with mock sincerity.  He knelt down in front of Tomas as he opened the box.  Tomas could see the only things in the box were some moulded plastic things.  “Um, where are my clothes?” he asked.

“Oh, just shut the fuck up!”  The slave said as his patience was beginning to wear thin. “What don’t you understand about what is going on here?” he asked Tomas as he looked up at him, “you’re a fuckin’ slave, for god’s sake!  End of story.  All the guards and Masters can do whatever the fuck they like to us, and there isn’t a single thing any of us can do about it.  Get it?  Oh, by the way, my back is feeling better.  Thanks for asking!”

Tomas had the good grace to blush, about the fact that he‘d forgotten to ask, while he stood there in abject silence. Meanwhile, the slave lubed up Tomas’ cock and worked Tomas’ nuts and cock through a plastic ring the other slave had got out of the box.  The slave grabbed Tomas’ cock and stuffed it, none too gently, into a tube device he’d pulled out of the box as well.  When he’d finally got most of Tomas’ cock into the sheath, the slave locked it onto the ring that was around the base of his cock and balls.  “What the fuck’s this?”  Exclaimed Tomas.

“This,” the slave replied, with a wicked grin growing on his face, “is your chastity device now before you open your fuckin’ big stupid mouth again.  Just shut the fuck up and listen for a change.  It is there so you can’t masturbate,” he held up his hand to forestall Tomas’ protests, “the only people who can ‘play’ with your cock.  The only people, who can let you cum, are our Masters, and the guards.  This is here to remind you of that, and to prevent you from wanking whenever you feel like it.  I’m lucky our Master didn’t notice yesterday, or I’d have got a bigger whipping yesterday…”

“But how can I pee with this on?  How can I take it off?”

“Oh, for fuck sake,” the slave said hanging his head, “do you practice at being this stupid?” as he grabbed hold of the chastity device and twisted it around, cruelly.  So, that Tomas could see that there was a slit at the end of the device and because his cock was so big his foreskin was being forced through the slit at the end. “You don’t take it off, you moron!  Please don’t tell me you still don’t get it,” he asked incredulously, “only the Masters have the keys to the locks.  They are the only ones who can remove your chastity device.  No one else is allowed to remove it…”

“But what about in the shower.  How am I supposed to wash it…?”

“Oh, fuck me!  YOU don’t wash it.  YOU will never get to wash your own cock again.  Get it?  Only another slave can wash YOUR cock.  YOU ARE A SLAVE.  Get used to it!  You were sold into slavery whether you like it or not, every other slave and I don’t give a fuck if you like it or not.  BUT!  You do have to get used to it.  Now, fuckin’ man up” when he’d finished having his say, the slave let go of Tomas’ cock and told him to follow.  As he walked out of the store's area shaking his head, and Tomas felt more wretched than ever.

Now, not only did Tomas have to deal with trying to walk with a chain hanging down between his legs, that kept wrapping itself around one leg or other and pulling on the piercing site cruelly.  But now Tomas had to walk around with a chastity device hanging off his cock which seemed to increase the weight of his cock tenfold, as well as rubbing on the skin at the base of his cock and balls with every step he took.  Realising he wouldn’t get any sympathy from anyone; Tomas decided to man up and gamely followed the other slave as he led the way out of the storeroom and upstairs. The slave took Tomas to the kitchen and left Tomas standing at the door, after warning him not to move off his spot until the chef permitted him to enter.  Eventually, the chef deigned to notice Tomas standing at the door, and told him to work with one of the other slaves, who in turn was told to teach Tomas what to do.

So, that was what Tomas’ days consisted of for the first week; he was woken by his shower buddy, who used a hair dryer to dry Tomas’ cock in the chastity device from now on.  Tomas then went and woke his guard up by crawling under the covers from the bottom of the guard’s bed until he found the guards’ cock.  Tomas very reluctantly sucked the guards’ cock into his mouth and began to suck on the growing cock in his mouth.  Most times before the guard could cum, he would kick Tomas out of his bed.  Tomas went over and opened the curtains and went into the bathroom to make sure that everything was ready for the guards’ shower.  Tomas stood and waited for the guard to finish his morning shit, and every time Tomas whipped his arse for him, without being told.  Then having set the temperature for the shower, Tomas proceeded to strip the guard in order for him to have his shower.  Tomas showered his guard, but this time he had to dry his own cock with a hair dryer when he had finished.  Tomas cleaned up the guards’ rooms, and he went and reported for work in the kitchen, where he learnt to wash the dishes, prepare the food, and to serve the food to his Masters at meal-times, and how to clean up afterwards.  During the second week, Tomas was assigned to another guard; after he’d finally learned how to attend to his first guard and fulfil all his needs.

Now Tomas was having regular, daily bondage sessions, added to all his other duties, as well as time in their gym to keep his muscle tone.  So, Tomas was gradually getting used to his new station in life and didn’t rail quite so much at the unfairness he felt at his new life.

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Ted finally settled on a housekeeper, but couldn’t decide if he wanted him to live in or not, but then thought it might look a little suspicious if someone noticed him coming to the house every day and letting himself in.  So, Ted had the housekeeper live in and told him to tell everyone that he was a friend of Tomas’ and he was staying there for a while.  Ted received a call from his Solicitors just after lunch to inform him that they had served the divorce papers on his ex-wife.  There was so much stuff that Ted had to organise for himself.  He was beginning to wonder if he shouldn’t have sold himself into slavery instead of Tomas.  He could only imagine the cushy lifestyle that Tomas was leading now, fuck; it wouldn’t surprise him if Tomas wasn’t actually being waited on hand and foot, the lucky bastard.

Ted continued to work at his current job, as he expected his ex-wife, had, in fact, got a Solicitor of her own and had gone through all their finances, well the finances that they knew about anyways.  While Ted was coming home each night to a clean house and with a meal waiting for him on the table.

Ted decided that they could do with some rooms under the garage, as he’d decided that they were going to go into the slave trade big time.  So, he contacted a couple of builders and got some quotes.  The hardest part was getting the plans past the city council, so he concocted a story about needing more storage space than what was readily available in the house and garage combined.  It was a bit of a hard sell, but eventually, Ted did get it approved by the council and had the rooms built.

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Five and half months after Tomas first arrived at the farm, he had learnt all the guard's routines and had moved onto and almost finished all the auxiliary staff and was finally ready to move onto the Masters.

Tomas was on his way to the kitchen after he’d finished showering his latest guard when he was waylaid by one of the other slaves’ who told him he wasn’t going to the kitchen today.  He was supposed to help transport one of the Masters around the farm in the jig; the slave led him back down to the slaves’ level and went over to one of the cupboards, in the storage area, which was full of crude leather shoes, which were just a little bit more than closed over sandals.  Tomas was told to find a pair in his size.  When they were both shod, the slave took Tomas outside for the first time since he had entered the house five and a half months ago.  By now Tomas was so comfortable in his role as a slave that he didn’t even question walking around the farm naked.

The other slave led him back into the huge shed that Tomas had first seen when he had been released from his box, not that he had taken the time to have a good look around.  So, as they were there on their own, Tomas took the opportunity to have a good look around the very large shed.  There was a truck parked there with the roller door open, and Tomas could see racks were the boxes could be stored with the slaves for transport.  Tomas could see that the sides of the truck was indeed lined with some kind of soundproofing material.  Against the wall, he could see about 100 boxes that he assumed were all used to transport slaves, just like he, and the other slaves he arrived with, had been transported in.  Against the other wall, there were some carts, wagons, and jigs.

Tomas asked the other slave where the horses were kept, and the other slave looked and laughed at him.  “You’re joking right?” the other slave said, but then he must have thought about it for a minute, “Oh, right.  You haven’t been outside the house before have you?”

“No, why?” Tomas asked.

“There are no horses here…”

“Then how are they supposed to ride in the jig?” he asked.

The slave just stood and looked at him for a bit.  “Seriously after all this time you’ve been here, you still haven’t worked out how all this works yet?  Seriously?” the slave said with an incredulous expression on his face.

Tomas just stood looking at him uncomprehendingly.  The slave took Tomas over to the wall where a lot of harnesses were hanging, taking one down he handed it to Tomas, “here. This is for you…” he said as he took another one off the wall for himself.

“You don’t mean that we are going to pull the jig, do you?”

“Give the slave a gold fuckin’ star!  Of course, we are going to pull the fuckin’ jig.  Why use horses, or tractors, or any kind of vehicle for that matter, when you have all the slaves you could possibly want to use instead!”  With that, the slave showed Tomas how to put on his harness, he selected a bridle for Tomas as well and helped Tomas to put it into his mouth, making sure that the tongue depressor went on top of his tongue.  The slave also connected the reins to his bridle as well.  The other slave quickly got himself ready, and when the slave deemed them both to be ready, he took Tomas over to the jig and showed him how to connect everything to the shafts of the jig.  There was even a hook for the chain that hung from his guiche to be clipped onto, as they didn’t want him to be tripped up by it and have an accident.  When the slave was happy that everything was connected properly, he got Tomas to walk around the shed for a bit while he got used to pulling the jig.  The slave instructed Tomas in how high the Masters’ like the slaves to lift their legs while pulling the jig with one of the Masters’ in it. It let the Master’s think that they had thoroughbred slaves pulling their jigs, and not just the run of the mill slave hands.  Tomas soon got used to it and was walking in step with the other slave; the slave told Tomas that he thought he was ready so, the slave put on his own bridle, and together they pulled the jig out of the shed into the yard and waited for their Master to arrive.

They stood and waited for about 30mins before they heard someone come out of the house and get into the jig, and pick up to the reins.  While Tomas was getting ready to walk off with the other slave and take the Master wherever it was he wanted to go, his concentration was broken when he felt someone run their hand down his back and over his right buttock and say, “G’day, buddy.  Don’t you look fantastic!”

Tomas’ head almost snapped around at the sound of Teds’ voice, as he’d dreamed of the day they’d meet, if they ever met, and what he’d planned to say and do to the man he hated most in the whole world.  But now his training prevented him from having the reaction he’d always dreamed and hoped for.  Instead, he continued to look straight ahead, as though Ted had never spoken at all.

Ted looked up at the Master who was waiting in the jig for him, “Man, you really do train your slaves well here, don’t you?”  Tomas inwardly cringed at the sound of that word coming out of Ted’s mouth. Ted stood back and drank in the sight of his former friend standing harnessed in the jig.  Totally hairless, except for his eyebrows, and with a chastity device attached to his cock so he couldn’t masturbate.  “I had no idea you’d look so fuckin’ hot.  Christ, if I had known, you’d look this fuckin’ hot.  I would have shaved you myself years ago, and say, I do love the chastity device.”  Ted asked the Master how long Tomas’d been wearing the chastity device for, and the Master told him that Tomas’d worn it from the first day.  Ted uttered a low ‘fuck me’, as he ran his hands over Tomas’ body appreciatively, feeling all the muscles under his velvety skin, and reached down and cupped and fondled Tomas’ big nuts.  Then slapping Tomas hard on the butt, Ted walked back and got up into the jig beside the Master.

With a flick of the whip, to get the slaves moving, they were off, because the slaves were houseboys they didn’t travel all over the five-hundred-acre farm.  Instead, they went along a track that had been cut into the side of the mountain and bush that offered a view of the most of the farm.  Stopping the slaves from time to time the Master showed Ted the general layout of the farm, and the Master explained that they had approximately a thousand head of slaves on the farm at the moment and that no slave was kept at the farm for longer than 10-11 months.  He told Ted that if he and his associates could guarantee a steady supply of new slaves, then they would have to think about acquiring more land and then they’d be able to increase the output of their other produce.  Pointing up the sides of the mountains the Master showed Ted the wind turbines that they’d installed, in part to generate electricity for the farm, and any extra electricity they produced, they sold back into the grid and helped power one of the local towns.

Ted was looking out at the fields and paddocks and asked the Master what kinds of mounts the guards were riding on.  The Master smiled and giving Ted a set of binoculars, told him to look closer.  Ted gave a low whistle, “Are they slaves?”

“Of course they are.  All our field slaves are conditioned to the saddle and can carry their masters all day if they are treated properly.  Our slaves take the place of any other livestock used for such purposes on other farms.  Or they are used as novelty, pleasure craft if they aren’t working.”

Ted gave a low whistle, as the Master turned the jig around and they headed back to the big house, the Master continued to inform Ted that they condition all their slaves not to speak unless they have been given permission to do so.  Ted was trying to pay attention, but he was mesmerised by the sight of the naked form of Tomas, as he ran in front of him pulling the jig, and he loved watching Tomas’ arse bouncing around.  “Do you condition your slaves to have sex with men,” Ted asked, somewhat thickly.

“Of course we do,” laughed the Master, “what’s the point of having all this livestock walking around if we don’t make use of it.  Fuck man, we’re not monks here,” he laughed, “all our slaves are taught how to pleasure a man or woman for that matter.  Yes, it would have to be a mighty fine slave that we don’t break in.  Now you take that slave you sold us, for example, he came to us a virgin, and he is such a nice piece of flesh that we’ve decided that we’re going to keep his virginity.  We all stand to make a small fortune out of him.”

“What!” exclaimed Ted.  “But I wanted to fuck him.  That was one of the main reasons I sold him into slavery in the first place…”

“Oh, no Ted,” the Master said indulgently, “this is one of the things you have to learn about the slave trade.  Virgins and I mean true virgins, like that slave there,” he said as he indicated Tomas with his whip, “bring a huge premium on the open market.  The buyers in the Middle East, for example, go absolutely ape when they can get their hands on a virgin white slave.  They like the pleasure of breaking them in themselves.  No one here is going to touch that slave.  But we are teaching him how to pleasure his betters; all our slaves are taught how to pleasure their betters.”

Ted sulked a bit until the Master asked him how he got the money to buy into their operation.  So for the rest, of the trip back to the big house Ted explained how he’d got the idea to sell Tomas into slavery from talking to Stieg on the night they had sold their last slave.  In fact, Ted confided to the Master, how it was really all Tomas’ doing, he was the one who found the Masters site on the dark web in the first place.  Tomas was the one who convinced all the guys that they should sell their conquests when they’d finished with them.  How it was Tomas, who put up the deposit so they could sell their first few slaves, and while Ted really wasn’t sold on the idea of selling Tomas into slavery.  Ted explained it was the fact that Tomas had got himself pierced with a guiche, well that seemed to prove that he must have wanted to be sold into slavery, didn’t it?  To which the Master agreed absentmindedly.  All he had to do was agree to be Tomas next of kin.  Tomas was the one who insisted that Ted have Enduring Power of Attorney.  The hard part of the plan was going to get Tomas to get the required physical in order to get the death cert so he could be sold.  It was a sheer fluke that Tomas told him he didn’t have any life insurance, so then it didn’t take too much effort to get him to have the physical done.  So with everything gifted to Ted, there was nothing to stop him from selling Tomas, now was there, so that’s what he did.

Ted cracked up laughing when he told the story to the Master and told him about the look on Tomas’ face when Tomas realised that he’d been sold into slavery.  For the rest of the trip, he explained to the Master how he’s in the process of divorcing his partner before she realised that he was now worth a couple of million, and how he’s keeping all the money in Tomas’ bank account so her Solicitors can’t find it.

As they pulled into the yard, Ted exclaimed that this was all made possible because of Tomas insisting that they sell their conquests as slaves.  The two men laughed together as they went into the house, while the slaves put the jig back in the shed, and put everything back where they had got it from.  Neither slave said anything to each other.  What was there to say?  There was a part of Tomas deep down inside that wanted to rail at the unfairness of it all, but he could also see how big a part he’d played in his descent into slavehood.  His conditioning wouldn’t let him say or do anything about it, now, not without permission anyway.

Later that day Tomas went to one of the dungeon rooms for one of his daily bondage sessions and stood, on display, in the middle of the room.  He heard some people enter the room and walk towards him.  He felt someone run their hand down his back and over his arse.  “Today, Ted is the first day that this slave will have his chastity device removed.  It’s been almost five and a half months now since it arrived and it has been caged that entire time.  Normally we would wait for another month or so, but seeing as you were the one who sold it to us, and as you are here for the week.  I thought we’d see just how well it’s taken to its’ training.”  With that, the Master produced a key from his pocket and unlocked the chastity device from Tomas’ cock, and for the first time in five and a half months, his cock was able to hang down to its’ full length.  Tomas, due to his training didn’t utter a sound or show relief, or pleasure at having his cock released in any way.

“Now,” the Master continued to talk to Ted who was standing behind Tomas, “all slave are subjected to, at least daily bondage sessions, particularly at the start of their training.  Towards the end of their time with us, before we sell them, they can be subjected to 3-4 bondage sessions daily.  We do this, so we know that all our slaves will be able to perform all the duties that their new owners will expect of them, and of course, live up to our high standards.  Now, as it is the first time this particular slave has had his chastity device removed, let’s see how it performs, shall we.”

“Slave get hard,” the Master said, but Tomas wasn’t quite sure what he meant, until the Master flicked his cock with the riding crop he had in his hand, while he repeated the order, “I told you, slave, to get hard.  Now, boy, let me see how obedient you are!”

Still, there was no response from Tomas.  The Master seemed to be expecting this, as he walked calmly over to the back wall and selected a smaller whip.  He stood off to the side of Tomas, but still facing him; he started to whip his cock and balls with the tiny whip.  “I am going to keep whipping your cock and balls, boy until you get hard. NOW, get hard,” the Master roared at Tomas as he continued to whip his cock and balls.  Not really sure why it was happening, but Tomas did find that he was glad about it, his cock started to get hard under the ministrations of the Master and his whip, until it was standing erect, pointing almost straight up his abdomen.

“Fuck me,” exclaimed Ted under his breath, as he came around Tomas to see if he actually obeyed the command.

“By the time ‘it’ leaves here ‘it’ will be able to get an erection on command, or lose it just as quick.  We expect full obedience from our slaves in all aspects of their lives.”

Ted gave a low, appreciative, whistle.

“Now,” continued the Master to Tomas, “I expect you to maintain your erection throughout this session.  Is that understood?  Speak.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Now,” he continued, addressing Ted, “when we do a session with a slave, it is most important to have control over ourselves as well.  We do not want to maim or mark our slaves in any way, as that, then, drops the sale value of our livestock, naturally.  Do you understand?”  Ted could only nod; he hadn’t been able to look away from Tomas mammoth erect cock.  The Master noticed Ted’s reaction, and a smirk spread over his face, as he shook his head slightly.

‘Now, slave let’s begin,” with that the Master grabbed a leather strap, and proceeded to beat Tomas’ back and torso, while Tomas remained rooted to the spot, nor did he flinch from his Master's beating.  A light sheen of sweat began to appear all over Tomas’ body.  The Master spared a glance at Ted’s crotch, and he could see that Ted was rock hard and leaking precum in his pants.  Meanwhile, Tomas still maintained his erection, as per his Masters’ instructions.  When the Master grew tired of beating Tomas with the strap, he tied him, with his back to a cross attached to the wall, and gave him permission to lose his erection, which took some doing on Tomas’ part, but he did manage it, eventually.  The Master then outlined Tomas’ pectoral muscles with pegs, and continued down in a line on each side of his abdomen, and then across the bottom of his abdomen.  So now his six pack was nicely outlined by pegs.  The Master put three pegs on each of Tomas’ paps and did a line of pegs down the top of Tomas’ penis.  The Master used three pegs to hold Tomas’ foreskin closed, and finished up running a line of pegs down the sides of Tomas’ scrotum until his scrotum was ringed with pegs as well.  Having finished applying all the pegs, The Master retrieved the riding crop and proceeded to flick the pegs attached to Tomas at odd intervals, making them quiver and move.  All of which only increased the pain emanating along Tomas’s skin.

Tiring of that, the Master ditched the riding crop and started to flick the pegs with his fingers, alternating with rubbing whole sections, of pegs, with his hands.  By now Tomas was drenched in sweat, and grunting quietly to himself.  Ted was leaking so much precum, that he had a very noticeable wet patch on his pants.  Tiring of the game, the Master started to pull the pegs of singly, or in groups of twos or threes, and then rubbing the exposed skin, until there were no pegs left on Tomas’ body except for his pecs and foreskin.  The Master got a leather strap and started to beat Tomas around the chest, abdomen, and legs, until, once again, Tomas’ body glowed, not only with sweat but with a nice red colour as well as eventually knocking all the pegs off Tomas’ pecs and foreskin. The Master stepped in real close and grabbed both of Tomas’ paps with his thumbs and first fingers on each hand and began to roll Tomas’ paps with his fingers.  Applying more and more pressure until tears were streaming from Tomas’ eyes.

The Master untied Tomas and turned him around and retied him spreadeagled to the wall and proceeded to beat Tomas on his back, arse, and legs.  The Master returned the strap to its position on the wall.  The Master released Tomas from the cross and began to tie Tomas up, starting with his ankles and working the ropes up his body until he had secured Tomas’ entire body right up to his neck.  Only leaving Tomas’ cock and balls lying on top of the ropes that secured the rest of his body.  The Master put a ball gag and blindfold on Tomas.  The Master then laid Tomas on the floor. The Master positioned Tomas cock so that it lined up with the row of knots that ran from Tomas' ankles right up to Tomas’ neck.  The Master turned off the light, left Tomas on his own.

When they were outside the dungeon room, the Master suggested to Ted that he might like to get changed before he meets up with everyone for lunch.  “What I really would like to do, right now, is fuck Tomas right now,” replied Ted.

The Master sighed, “My dear boy,” he said laying his hand lightly on Teds’ arm, “as I told you, here at the farm, it is all about teaching our slaves their place and station in life.  In turn, we sell them when we think they are ready on the ‘open market’, to the highest bidder.  The slave in there,” he continued, indicating Tomas, “is worth more as a ‘virgin’ than as a common house slave.  We estimate that we could get $125,000.00 just for his virginity alone.  So if you want to pay for his virginity, you are more than welcome.  But, rest assured that $125,000.00 is the absolute minimum we would accept for his virginity, and if you want it that badly, then you would have to bid against the rest of the Masters.”  When Ted looked at the Master, he continued.  “We do expect a good market price, and you bidding on your own would not produce a good market value, now would it?  Besides, this way the price, and not any of us, gets to decide who it is that takes that slaves virginity.  Do I make myself clear?” the Master finished giving Ted a steely look, before steering him away from the dungeon.

Ted conceded the point, and went and got changed for lunch.  The Master watched him go, feeling nothing but contempt for the man, who had no problem with selling Tomas, supposedly Teds’ best friend, or so Ted keeps insisting on telling everyone he meets, into slavery.  The Master had to admit that Tomas was the best piece of man flesh they’d ever had the pleasure of breaking and training in a long time.  The Master had to admit that Tomas should truly fetch a fine price on the blocks.  But, it was the fact that Ted had no self-control; and that he lusted too much after his former friend to be able to make good business decisions where the Master was concerned.  Ted still didn’t understand that they were giving their slaves a better life, what could be better for a slave than to serve those who are their betters in all things?

Tomas’ training continued, learning how to have an erection on command and maintaining it until he was commanded to let it go, was just one of the many things he’d had to master.  Tomas was having bondage sessions three times a day now, as well as spending time in the gym.  It became no surprise to Ted if he ‘happened’ to be in one of the dungeons, to find Tomas suspended from the ceiling, or tied to the wall.  Lying on the floor bound from head to foot and covered in wax, or tied up somewhere with weights tied to his nuts, cock or tits.  Even seeing Tomas walking around the house with weights tied to his nuts, didn’t strike Tomas as being odd anymore.  He did notice that Tomas had adopted the slightly wider stance, particularly when he was walking, but Ted figured, rightly, that that was to accommodate the chain that permanently hung from Tomas’ guiche.

Ted did try to be present for all of Tomas’ bondage sessions, for a number of reasons, he loved seeing Tomas being used and abused.  Ted couldn’t help but get turned on by seeing his former friend being beaten, tied up, covered in wax, or restrained in some other way.  Ted loved seeing the ghost of pain as it flittered over Tomas’ face unless Tomas had permission to show the level of pain on his face.  Ted decided that seeing Tomas mummified, with only his face and genitalia visible, with his blindfold on, and his genitals free, was a huge turn on.  When Ted discovered Tomas lying on the bench mummified for the first time, he couldn’t help himself, he just had to go in, to ‘admire’ the Master's handiwork of course, but secretly he also wanted to play with Tomas’ cock and balls.  To feel the silky smoothness of Tomas’ hairless ball bag, as he rolled Tomas’ nuts in his hand, and applied more and more pressure on his nuts.  Ted wondered how much pressure he would have to apply to make Tomas break his training and cry out in pain, but Ted couldn’t make Tomas cry out in pain.  No matter how much pressure he applied to Tomas’ nuts.  Ted only stopped when he thought he was going to break Tomas’ nuts, and he thought of the money this stud was going to bring him, the money this stud had already brought him.  That, plus, the warning from the Master prevented Ted from going too far.

Letting go of Tomas’ nuts Ted started to fondle Tomas’ cock instead.  Rolling back Tomas’ foreskin to expose the glans of his cock, and watched as they glistened wetly in the dim light.  Letting go of Tomas’ foreskin so it could roll back and cover the head of Tomas’ cock again.  Ted decided to try and push as much of Tomas’ cock as he could back into Tomas’ abdomen.  When Ted’d made Tomas’ cock as small as he could, with his free hand, Ted pulled Tomas’ ball bag over the top of his cock, so it looked like Tomas only had a mound instead of the huge cock and balls Ted was used to seeing on him.  Ted wondered if the Masters would ever allow him to sew Tomas’ cock into his ball sack as a permanent arrangement but rightly decided that it would seriously diminish Tomas’ resale value.  Not wanting to be caught playing with Tomas genitals he reluctantly left Tomas alone and went off to find the Master who was teaching him all the bookwork that was required in purchasing, maintaining, and ultimately selling a slave.

All up, it actually took Ted two weeks to learn all the paperwork that was required, instead of the week he thought it would originally, he also had a computer program to download to his computer.  As well which was giving them a bit of trouble that is until they got Tomas to fix it for them.  But, Ted always found time daily to slip away and find Tomas being restrained in one of the dungeons somewhere.  The day he found Tomas bound outside, Ted almost shot his load on the spot.  Tomas was bound with his hands over his head to a post with some kind of a contraption strapped to his leg with the other leg tied up to the post as well, so Tomas was effectively standing only on one leg.  Tomas was blindfolded and had a ball gag in his mouth.  Ted found a remote control hanging around Tomas’ neck with a note attached to it, which read ‘Please use me’, and when Ted pushed one of the buttons, he could hear the electric shock that the device attached to Tomas’ leg was delivering to Tomas.  Ted thought that the bondage sessions they did to Tomas in the dungeons were the hottest thing he had ever seen, but this, this, having Tomas bound to the post like this, out in the open for just anyone who wanted to, be they Masters, Guards, or auxiliary staff, to be able to use Tomas as they went past.  Has to be the hottest thing Ted has experienced yet.

What Ted didn’t know, was that there were close-circuit cameras set up all through the house, and the grounds as well, so the Masters knew exactly what Ted has been doing to Tomas, and what he has fantasised about doing to Tomas.  Not that the Masters cared one iota about what Ted did to Tomas, if he wanted to make the weights that were tied to Tomas’ cock and balls swing, when he thought no one was watching, what did they care.  But they wanted to make sure that Ted didn’t give in to his desire to fuck Tomas that the Masters could not allow to happen, Tomas was too valuable a slave to let anything like that happen to him.

So, when the Masters’ watched Ted follow the wires from the device, which was attached to Tomas’ leg, to the small electrodes attached to Tomas’ nuts, they weren’t too concerned.

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Bastian Ward