MSDS Society

"A Christmas Story" only The Society Can Tell

After my shameful performance in the Chariot race, Master lefts me up from the fuck bench with his semi cock still deep in my hole. While walking off the platform, he spins me around so I'm facing him. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, locking them together. He holds me as wet tears are still dripping down my face. He pushes my face onto his shoulder as he walks back to the house. The Colosseum is located on the opposite side of campus. So, we are forced to walk past all the other houses. It's a walk of shame no slave should be subjected to. Many Masters we pass along the way give encouragement and sympathy for my Master.  Resting my head on Master's shoulder gives me a view of the Masters after we pass. Most of them are truly sympathetic, which makes me feel even worse. That is because it makes me feel even more of a loser and a disappointment to my Master.  The Masters that give encouragement to my Master's face, smirk at me after we pass them.  The smirk tells me they are pleased I failed Master which gave them a better chance to claim me for three weeks if their house wins the slave games.  This scares me and combined with the relenting shame, causes me to break down again. I start crying all over again. 

Master rubs my back trying to calm me down.  It feels good and helps some but more looks from others Master just breaks me down again and again. This walk of shame is so much worse than losing in the first place! 

We then stop and hear the deep German accent again.  OH FUCK NO! We are in front of the European house. 

Master Hans, walks up to the street to meet my Master. Master places me on the ground and I dutifully place my hands behind my back and kneel at his side. 

To my Master's credit, he sticks out his hand once again to congratulate Master Hans. 

In his deep dominant voice, he says, "Congratulations! Master Hans."

Master Hans shakes Master's hand with a firm grip.  

"Thank you Master Alex for a very close race. Your slave is strong. I will have to push my slave harder knowing we finally have some competition in this year's batch of slaves."

Master pats my head which always sends waves of pleasure throughout my body. It also pulls me out of my self-loathing state of mind and into sub-space of wanting to please my Master! 

"Slave, did you hear that? It means I'm going to have to push you even harder than Master Hans does his slave."

I start shivering in fear and I look at Master Hans's slave kneeling at his side.  His boy is also shivering in fear as well.  He glances up at me and we know we are in for a really difficult and painful year.  He quickly looks down and I assume he fears that his Master might punish him for not keeping his head down.  Like me, he has cane and whip marks all over his body. He looks at my worked-over body and then his, comparing our marks. I do the same thing.  I think Master Hans must be a harsh Master because he has many more marks than me. I really don't want to be Master Hans’s slave for three weeks.  Now, I’m even more determined to win every Slave Game competition this year!

After Master congratulated Master Hans, he picks me up and flings me over his shoulder again.  We pass a few more houses and I feel the shame hit me once again, seeing the other Masters shake their heads in disappointment at my performance in the race.  I only see their disappointment because when Master flung me over his shoulder my head pointing behind him.   Their interaction with Master is so encouraging but after Master passes them, their body language shows a completely different message when they look at me.  It is so humiliating to see them look a me as prey.  I never want to do this walk of shame ever again.  

We reach our house and Master walks to our room.  Even the Masters of our own house are disappointed in me. OH FUCK!  The whole school is either disappointed in me or happy that I made Master lose the race.

Master places me gently on the bed and holds me in his strong arms.  I love him holding me like this.  He rubs his hands over my body as I cry into his chest.  

“Boy, I’m sorry.”

Sorry! Why is he sorry?  I’m the one who didn’t run fast enough to beat Master Hans and his slave. 

“I should have worked you longer and harder.  It’s my fault we lost.  We just have to work even harder to win all the future Slave Games.  Can you do that for me, my precious slave boy?

I nod my head yes as I wipe my tears on my arm.  

“Oh Yes, Master.  I will work even harder so we can win all the rest of the Slave Games.  I never want to disappoint you ever again.  You shouldn’t have gone through what you did today.  I’m so sorry, Master.  

“Good Boy.  I know you will.  I too don’t ever want to repeat today.  I will be pushing you harder than you think you can manage.  Yet, I know you will push yourself to meet my expectations and exceed them, won’t you, my beautiful slave boy.” 

“Absolutely Master! I will exceed your expectations. I so want to make you proud of me.”

Master rubs me some more and soon we fall asleep with me in his arms. 

For months, Master has been true to his words.  Master pushes me beyond what I couldn’t believe possible.  Yet, without Master driving me harder, I wouldn’t have achieved the many wins after the shameful chariot race.  

Along with the “Slave Games”, the college wanted to provide some culture that the Masters would also enjoy.  So, Master and I are now in a play to entertain the Masters of the school.   

Christmas is coming!  So, Master and I have been busy rehearsing and building sets for the play.  Well other slaves and me in the play are building the sets for the different scenes of the play.   It's a different take on Santa Claus where Santa is a gay Master with slave elves and reindeer he owns.  It’s the big day of the play.  I’m in a slave elf costume with many other slaves playing elves in Master Santa’s workshop.  We have pointy ears and our collars are decorated in red and silver lace around the top and bottom edges.  My wrist and ankle cuffs are also decorated.  I play an elf, a reindeer, and then a slave to a couple who receives presents from Master Santa.   

The play starts out in Master Santa’s workshop.  Master Santa’s slave elves are building collars, floggers, whips, and many other kinky gear in the workshop.  The kinky gear is all real and will later be used on me when the couple opens their presents from Master Santa.   

My Master is playing Santa Claus and is walking along on all the benches hitting his elf slaves with his cane, making sure we will build the kinky toys correctly.  So, I sit on the stool naked except for my pointy ears and decorative collar and cuffs.  Each hit of the cane is real and very painful.  I see all the other Masters in their seats watching us.  Many have their slaves sucking their cocks as they watch the play.  

When I look out into the audience a second time, I’m surprised to see Master’s family in the audience including my owner Master Mike.  Master Alex never told me that he would be coming!  Now, I want to make both Master Mike and Master Alex proud of me in this play. 

We all slouch down on our stools as Master Santa walks around us bare-chested with a red hat and red skin-tight leather pants with a white leather belt and black boots.   Master’s lovers, Master Jason and Master Josh are playing overseers for Master Santa’s slave elves.   They are dressed in a red hat, short leather red shorts with a white strip down the outside leg hem, and heavy black boots.  To complete their costume, a wide white belt is laced into the shorts, not that the shorts need any help being held up as they cling to their hips and asses with a huge bulge in front.  FUCK! They are so DAM SEXY!  

Even though we are aroused by their outfit, we are also fearful of the merciless canes they hold in their hands.  You can hear their heavy boots stomp as they walk behind us.  This only causes us to crouch down even more fearfully over the workbench.  They are ready to cane us if we make any mistakes in the script of the play.  During rehearsal, we were cane many times until the play was perfect.   It was Master’s idea to bring his lovers into the play as overseers.  The director thought it was a wonderful idea and wanted them to really be our overseers so the play looks genuine.  So, they were not really acting.

As Master Santa passes us, he says, “I expect all the toys to be done by Christmas.  Work harder my little elves or I will flog you in the harsh winter winds of the town square.   I purchased elves because they are known to be hard workers.  Now do what I bought you for slaves!”

According to the script, I purposely mess up building a collar and it falls apart.  Master Santa grabs me by my collar, pulling me off the stool to another part of the stage that is set up as the town center.   A cross is set up in the town square.  Two other elf slaves tie me spreadeagle to the cross.  Above me cold winds and snow blow down from a snowmachine.  I shiver from the cold and snow falling on my naked body.  I haven’t felt this cold since going skiing growing up with my Father.  Now looking back, I realize I was serving my Father and brother as a servant. Carrying and waxing their skis every night.  However, now being on a tropical island for months, I forgot how cold snow really is.  My teeth start chattering the colder I get.  The whole auditorium can hear my teeth chatter as everyone’s attention is now on my pending whipping.  

Master Santa is handed a six-foot-long single-tail whip.  As the other elves continue to build the kinky toys, Master Santa does practice swings of the whip at my back.  Despite being whipped many times, I still get nervous as I feel the wind across my back as the whip cracks but doesn’t hit my back yet.  Master “Santa” has to do practice swings before he leans in and really hits my back.  So, those practice swings and the crack of the whip make me fearful and very nervous about what is about to happen.  We are facing the audience and they all can see the fear on my face.  The Masters look intently at Master Santa and me. I can see the anticipation on their faces, especially Master Mike!  I keep eye contact with him throughout my whipping.  Once the whip really hits my back, I scream out in pain.  In my peripheral vision, I see the other Master’s in the audience start to use their slave’s mouths as a fleshlight, pulling their head down onto their cocks harder and harder as I scream more.  My screams must be getting them off and I’m proud of that fact.  Soon, after a few really painful stings of the whips, the pain slowly changes to the wonderful warmth that spreads to my dick.  This causes my dick to grow and start to precum onto the stage.  Master Mike smiles at me.  I hope he is proud of taking his brother’s whip for all to see.  I really want to impress Master Mike.  It feels like a lifetime ago since he enslaved me and we spent the night in his childhood room.  He gave me to his brother for our time at the school.  I feel ashamed that I have not thought of him more.  My life has been full of slave training.  It was hard to think of anything else than to serve his brother as my Master.      

After a few minutes of whipping me, Master Santa rubs my back, tracing his finger along the welts.  The welts are very sensitive which only fuels my dick to precum more.   Master Mike seems to love the scene.  Master Santa then pulls out his cock and rams it into my hole.   I’m slammed repeatedly against the cross as Master Santa fucks his slave elf hard and deep. This shows the audience that the elves are Master Santa’s property and the North Pole is his domain to rule.  Master then pushes hard one last time and roars out as he dumps his load into my hole.  

The audience quickly stands up and claps at Master’s performance!  I smile knowing my Master got off using me in public.   Yet throughout the rough fuck, my focus was on one Master, my owner, Master Mike.  He slowly claps and smiles with satisfaction.   At that point, the curtain drops which ends the first act of the play. 

The slaves from before untie me from the cross and their hands are on me in seconds to strip off my elf ears and hat, replacing them with a butt plug tail, a hood shaped in a reindeer head with horns attached, and locking boots in the shape of hooves.  I’m then pulled to a Santa sleigh and strapped between two rails connected to the front of the sleigh. My Alpha slave half-brother and Danny are also dressed as reindeer slaves, strapped in behind me. I’m in the front like Rudolph.  I even have a red nose on my reindeer hood.  Three other reindeer slaves are strapped in behind us. The straps are really harnesses so the sleigh and us slaves can be lifted up and down by electric wenches in the ceiling.  This effectively makes us suspend between two poles connected to the sleigh. 

The curtain rises and the next act starts with our Master Santa in the sleigh with a long whip hitting each of us yelling at us to fly.  The setup looks like we are just outside Master Santa’s home at the North Pole.  Again wind and snow are blown down at us to simulate a wintery Christmas Eve.  All of us reindeer slaves are shivering from the cold.   Yet, we soon forget about the cold as our backs feel the sting of Master Santa’s whip.   Soon we are rising into the air as Master Sanda calls out faster, faster, hitting us even harder.  In rehearsals, we were trained to sound like a reindeer snorting and hollering out with each strike of the whip.  The director had us watch animal videos of reindeer so we sounded just right.  Our overseers made sure we perfectly sounded like reindeer.  Even the hood were modified so we had to blow through some instrument they specially made to make reindeer sounds. The video showed us how long to blow and the strength of your blows into the instrument.  It took several prototypes of the instrument to match the reindeer perfectly!  Whenever the prototypes would fail we were blamed and caned for not sounding correct.  It wasn’t really our fault but I have learned that if a Master thinks I’m at fault then I’m at fault regardless of whether I am or not.  The results of perfecting the instrument were impressive since the whole scene made us sound like real reindeer.

The background scenes starts out showing stars and the moon.  Other slaves had to move the background from left to right so it looks like we were flying through the night sky.  The background was all manually painted on a large 40-foot tall canvas sheet.  It is like a very large scroll that was used in ancient Roman times.  It took weeks for many slaves to paint the background sky.  It all could have been a lot easier with a large screen and computer graphics.  Yet, the director thought that slaves working hard teaches us to have pride in our work.  So, all sets had to be manually made with slave labor.  A large computer screen is viewed by the director as cheating a slave of knowledge about understanding the value of hard work.  Everything we do at college is some form of slave training.  The training never stops and we are always learning.  Even making a play is slave training.

Below us, a miniature size house is positioned under us.  The sleigh and Santa’s reindeer are lowered so it looks like we are landing on the house’s roof.  Master Sanda pulls hard on our reins forcing all hour heads back, causing all of us to strain and choke a little as the hood pulls on a collar sewed into the hood.  We make reindeer sounds like real reindeer would sound like if they were uncomfortably pulled on reins.  Master Santa grabs two presents from a large bag behind him and climbs down a fake chimney.  The house is really a facade showing the front of the house.  

Master is really standing on a lift that slaves manually lower with the use of gearing.  Again the director had us make the lift from scratch.  I was the designer of the lift because of my interest in engineering.  So, I had to learn the right gearing to lower the weight of Master and the platform Master is standing on.  I’m finally actually learning engineering which Master Mike said I would learn at college the first day of my enslavement.  In later years, I learn how to read architectural drawings so I can oversee any building changes done to my Master’s house.  Plus, I will have to learn how to manage a household and I will be taking classes on how to do that.  

Master Santa is lifted back to the sleigh’s level.  He climbs into the sleigh and we are then lifted into the air again.  The night sky is changing again and then we land onto another house.  After pretending to drop off more presents, we are in the air again.  We are freezing from the wind and snow blowing down at us.    

Master Santa yells at us, “YOU MUST FLY FASTER OR WE WILL NOT MAKE IT TO ALL OF THE MASTER’S HOUSE OF THE WORLD BEFORE DAY LIGHT.  FLY FASTER!”

Master Santa whips us harder and we holler like a real reindeer.  Even my red nose lights up when the background shows we are flying into a winter storm.  The red nose is a large of laser light so a beam of red light is pointing out in front of us.  I have to keep my head straight ahead and not shake.  In rehearsal, I have to overcome the extreme cold and the whipping so that don’t shake while my red nose is lit up.  It takes a lot of willpower to ignore the cold and the pain.  The cables holding up the sleigh simulate us going through the snowstorm by rocking us back and forth in the air.  I have to focus on a point that’s out of sight of the audience.  

In rehearsal, when I failed to hold my head straight, Master would whip me harder than the others.  The punishment motivated me to keep the red light on the spot and not move my head regardless of what happened to the sleigh.  Now, I’m keeping the reg light where it belongs as I’m flung around from the simulated storm.   I’m thankful the scene is going well which makes me feel proud of pleasing my Master.  I hope Master Mike knows all the work I have done in this play so he too will be proud of me.  I want to make him proud just as much as his brother.  I have learned that my Owner is just as important as any Master I may be loaned out to.  Even though I have been with Master Alex more than Master Mike, I need to respect, obey and please Master Mike just like I do his brother.   They are both superior to me in every way possible.  After all, I’m a slave to both and property of Master Mike.  Plus, all Masters are superior to me.  Which is why the Director can make us do all the work in creating this play.  We never question his orders and creative ideas to create all elaborate sets.  His complete power over us slaves is why the play is going so well.   There is no drama like other plays might have.  

Finally, the curtain drops, and Act 2 is finished. 

Again I’m manhandled by other slaves to get me out of my harness and the reindeer costume.  Within minutes I am now in one of the Master’s houses, waking up Christmas morning.  The scene starts with one of my Masters taking me out of a cage that I’m usually “locked up in overnight”.  I back to my normal dress, just a collar and cuffs.  I actually feel better about being in my normal natural state of dress.  Wearing the costumes just seems wrong after being naked and collared for so long.   

The men playing my Masters are actually, Master Jason and Master Josh the lovers of Master Alex.  They are playing a married couple with a slave they own.  Being it is Master Jason and Master Josh, I’m very comfortable serving them in this scene.  

Master Jason orders, “Slave go get me coffee and then make us breakfast and bring it to the living room.”

“Yes, Master!” 

I quickly move to the fake kitchen and two coffee cups are ready brewed and ready for me to take it to my two Masters.  The slaves behind the scenes have the hot coffee ready so the scene moves along quickly.  I enter the living room while Master Jason and Josh are kissing passionately. I place a coffee cup on a coffee table next to each of them. 

They break the kiss and tell each other, “Marry Christmas, my love.”

The scene looks real because they are actually lovers with Master Alex.  I think the audience sees how authentic the scene is between the Masters.  

I rush back to the kitchen and again two plates of real hot food are already for both of them.  With both hands, I bring the plates to my Masters, holding the plates in front of each of them while kneeling between them.  I act as a table for them.  Thankfully, my Masters dig into their breakfast because my arms are getting sore. 

Master Jason asks, "Did you hear something last night? It sounded like it was on the roof."

Master Josh laughs, "Are you saying 'Santa Claus' came to our house and landed on the roof? Honey, it must have been a dream."

Master Jason nods his head, "Yeah, my love, you must be right. There is no such thing as Santa Claus," and they start kissing once again.  I try to hold back how much I’m straining to hold the plates in the air.
 
Again, I’m thankful they finish kissing and eat the last bits of their breakfast.  Then I rush back to the kitchen with the empty plates.  Again another refill of their coffee is ready, I spill a little of their coffee when Master Josh yells out, "What are those presents under the tree?" 

The spill burned me a little as I quickly rush to them, careful not to spill anymore, and then place the new coffee up on the table, taking the one to the kitchen.  I rub my hands from the burns as I rush back to my Masters.  The coffee is hot and not enough to cause damage but the director wanted to scene to be as authentic as possible.  So, I had to get a little burned to show real pain in the scene.  Luckily, we didn't have to rehearse the scene that much. 

Master Jason says, “They are not from me," referring to the new presents under the Christmas tree. 

Master Josh replies, "If not from you then who could they come from?”

He points to me, “Slave, look at the tag.  Find out who the presents are from?" 

I rush over to the tree and look at the tag. 

I look up at my Masters in shock, "Masters they are from Master Santa Claus. To each of you. It says 'Because you have been excellent slave owners, I have given you both special toys only Masters like you can appreciate. Merry Christmas, Masters.  May the toys I give you provide you years of enjoyment."

My mouth falls open in shock and fear shows on my face. The audience laughs at my fear because they know it's real!  The actors playing my Masters have been punishing and torturing me for months now. That's one of the reasons I was chosen for the part of their slave. 

Master Jason says, "See!  I told you I heard something on the roof last night."

Master Josh, "You're right my love. He is real and a Master too!  I can't wait to see what toys he gave us."

Master Josh now jumps up and down like a little kid causing the audience to laugh including my Owner, Master Mike. 

Master Jason points to me, "Slave, hand out our special presents from Master Santa.", causing Master Josh to giggle  This just makes the audience laugh more! 

I quickly grab two presents in each hand and crawl on my knees to my Masters.  They take them from me.  

The first present that Master Jason opens is a butt plug.  It's huge!  The size of two of Master Alex’s cocks.  I am yet to be doubled fucked by my Master and one of his lovers. 

Master sees a note in the box and hands it to me to read, "Dear honorable Master Jason. May this butt plug open your slave's hole so it can pleasure your husband and you! The butt plug will allow you both to use your slave’s hole at the same time without damaging it.  Take care in inserting it. Special lube has been supplied to loosen the hole to accommodate the massive butt plug.  Use it on a daily basis to train the slave for your superior cocks."

My falls open in shock. This time for real. This was never in the rehearsal. 

Master Jason smirks at me knowingly. He knows it's a surprise to me but I don't think it was to him. 

He orders, "Turn around, slave."

I turn around but never take my eyes off the monster plug. Master Jason throws me the special lube.  

"Lube your hole," he says sadistically. 

In front of the whole school, my Owner, and his family, I lube up my hole to prepare it for the monster.  This only makes me more humble as I prepare myself to be doubled fuck.  I then think, is Master Jason and Master Josh going to double fuck me on stage?  I look a Master Mike and dream that my first double fuck will be with him and his brother, Master Alex instead. A slave can still dream can't he or is that not possible anymore either? 

I push my fist into my hole and use my other hand to widen my hole even more.  After some work and grunts of pain, I get my other fist into my hole.  I just hope that is enough to accommodate the plug, but I doubt it.   I fear the pain but like all my slave training I have to grit my teeth and bear the pain that I know will come!  

After my hole is prepped, Master Jason holds out the massive plug for me to lube up as well.  I make sure every inch of the plug is lubed up.  I know from experience with taking Master Mike’s and Master Alex’s cocks for the first time, this plug will hurt and burn when it is forced into me.  Yet, I have no choice, it’s what my Master Alex wants.  He told me I was going to be in the play and have to obey the director at all times without question.  Plus, the college has been training me to obey all my superiors without question for months now!  I no longer see myself as equal to any Master.  They are all superior to me.  To them, I’m not even human but an asset to make their lives better.

I look back between my legs as I watch the monster of a plug being pressed against my hole.  I see my Master’s Dad have their phones out recording the play.  I know he wants to fuck me maybe even double fuck me with someone.  

At first, the plug feels good.  My dick grows from the familiar feeling of something being inserted into my hole.  It is like an automatic response being fucked.  In my mind, there is a permanent link between my hole and my dick.  I can’t control it. All the ass fuck training has programmed my mind to love to be fucked.  This is no different.  

I’m pleased that I have been programmed in this way.  It makes being a slave much easier.  Even as the pain starts to build up more and more my dick grows with the pain.  So, the pain is manageable at first.  Then it starts to really hurt,  It is definitely bigger than my two small fists.  The plug is about three-quarters of the way inside me.  With each millimeter it enters me, the pain doubles.  I’m now grunting and gritting my teeth.  Thankfully, Master Jason stops every so often to allow my hole to open up and not be ripped apart.  My hole has been trained so much that it is used to being stretched.  I just hope Master Jason is slow enough to allow my hole time to stretch. 

As the plug gets to the max width, the pain starts to change to the wonderfully high I love so much. In my pain management class, I’m told it is sub-space that the mind enters to cope with pain.  

So, as the widest part of the plug lines up with my sphincter, I have a huge grin on my face.  My eyes gloss over, feeling the bliss of the pain due to my hole being stretched so wide.  I’m glad I don’t have many lines in this play because right now, I might fuck up more complicated lines. However, the pain management class does train all slaves to follow orders and say simple replies to our Masters.  We are taught that the pleasure we get from pain fuels our need to obey our Masters and any superior man or woman. 

Finally, the plug pops into my hole and I’m very happy,   WOW! My hole is so full!  Even with my Master’s fist in my hole, I have never been this full.   I wonder how long I will have to wear it.  I assume until I get double fucked.   I squeeze my hole around the plug testing if I can squeeze my hole when I do get doubled fucked.  I’m pleased to know that I still have control of my sphincter muscles.  That is another training class all slaves are required to take, “Ass Control 101.”   Thankfully, Master Alex has been helping me control my sphincter to squeeze around his cock.  All night long, I have to keep squeezing his cock just in case he wants to fuck me while he sleeps.  So, I passed the class and even got better with the help of my teacher and other slaves.  The teacher had a special cock that measured the strength of sphincter muscles.  My teacher was pleased that I was above average starting out the class.  By the time the class was over, I mastered control over my sphincter.  The teacher says I will never have a loose hole like sluts and whores outside of the Society.   

Master Jason slaps the base of the plug, sending a wonderful jolt to my dick.  

He laughs, “Does my slave like the gift Master Santa’s gave me?”

Even though I’m in a sub-space high, my slave training automatically kicks in, “Yes, Master. The gift from Master Santa is wonderful.  I cannot wait to be doubled fucked!”

In my mind, I imagine it is Master Alex and Master Mike, not Master Jason and Master Josh.  I so want the brothers inside me at the same time.   

“Boy, you will have the pleasure of two cock by the day is over.  I see you are looking forward to it!”

“Yes, Master, very much so!”

Master Josh says like a giddy child, “My turn.”

He rips wrapping paper off a box and opens it with excitement.  Inside the box is a ball stretcher that I made in rehearsal.   It is a heavy metal device that wraps around the balls and locks them in place.   I built all of the devices because of my interest in electronics.  I wanted to know how the collars and cuffs work.  So, I put all the parts together and now understand better how the locking system works.  The device will automatically lock using a permanent magnet.  It takes an even stronger electromagnet to disengage the locking mechanism.  Once locked on it will not open without the app on one of the Society’s special smart devices.  

“Slave come!”

Like talking to a dog, he points to a spot in front of him, I crawl to him, facing him with my hands interlaced behind my head.  Like with the butt plug display, we are sideways to the audience. So they can see both of us at the same time.   He grabs my balls and squeezes them until he sees the pain on my face.  Luckily, I’m still in sub-space so the pain isn’t as bad.  I feel the pain at first then it quickly changes to the nice high I love.   So, the audience does get to see the pain register on my face.  I look up into Master Josh’s eyes.  

“Slave, look what Master Santa gave me.  Are you looking forward to having your balls controlled like your collar and cuffs?”

Again, my slave training kicks in, “Master, very much so.  The balls of this slave need to be controlled like the rest of this slave body.”

With a sadistic smile, “Then beg me to lock them up!”

“Please Master lock up this slave’s balls.  Like the rest of this body, it belongs to its Master.  Please take control of these balls.”

I’m glad it is Master Josh I’m saying this too because he is one of Master Alex’s lovers and has the right to control my body like Master Alex does.  I know those balls are not mine and belong to Master Alex and Master Mike. So, controlling them is the right thing to do.  My class “Owned Property” drove home the fact that this body, my mind occupies, is not mine.  It never was since the day I was born.  My father created this body so he owned it and then sold it to Master Mike.   Master then loaned it to Master Alex.  Growing up I thought I owned it but that was a faults assumption on my part.  I have always been property and always will be property. 

Master Josh snickers at me, “As you wish, slave.  Remember you asked for this.”

He laughs while leaning down, grabbing my balls (no Master’s balls), and pulls them down.  I watch as the ball-stretching device opens up like a collar.  Master Josh places the ball stretcher around my balls and closes it.  At first, it doesn’t feel that bad.  He lets go of my balls fall with the heavyweight, causing me to grunt.   My collar’s mic has been picking up all the sounds I have been making and then broadcasting it into the auditorium.  So, everyone can see and hear all my reactions to what is being done to me.  

Master Josh reads the note from Master Santa, “Master, have fun with the latest toy from my workshop in the North Pole.  You can now control your slave's balls.  It is the latest in line of slave control devices.  One device can fit almost any slave.  Like my collars, you can deliver a mild to a heavy shock to the slave's balls.  It is versatile in that it can be used for both punishment and play.   Have fun watching your slave squirm and whimper as the pain grows in its balls to the point it cries like a child.  Or, Master have a dance party and watch your slave squirm to the beats of the music.  It is magical to watch!  Have fun with your new toy, Master!”  

Master Josh then opens his Master/slave app on his phone and a beep comes from the ball stretcher.  That's when I feel it.  My eyes open wide as the stretcher tightens around my balls,  I can feel tiny servo motors activating making the inside diameter of the stretcher get smaller.  When it is now snuggly holding onto my balls, my dick starts to leak again.  In my mind, I know Master Josh has control of them just as if he was grabbing them in his hands.   That is why my dick is leaking.  Whenever my Master or his lovers have physical control of me, my dick grows and leaks.  My Master and his lovers have conditioned my dick to serve them.  The proof of this control is my leaking dick. Or, now I think of it as their leaking dick, since Master Alex and Master Mike own me, body and mind.   

Master Josh presses something on his phone and then looks over at Master Jason, “Honey, let's dance.”

Music starts to play over the auditorium speakers and the balls start to tingle.  It’s mild at first.  Master Josh stands up and grabs Master Jason’s hand, pulling him to his feet.  They start to dance.   He then pulls me to my feet.  I’m not much of a dancer.  

Master Josh yells, “Dance, slave.”

All of a sudden there are sharp stings to my balls, causing me to squirm and twitch to the music.

Master Josh yells out, “That’s it, dance for us, slave!  You're doing great!”

He smirks as they both dance while I twitch, jump, and squirm to the beats of the music.  This causes laughter from the audience.  I look over at Master Mike and he has a huge smirk on his face.  At that moment, the pain in my balls changed to both pain and pleasure, causing me to moan and move to the beats of the music.  My mind wants to please Master Mike so much that I’m forced into sub-space as Master Alex has trained me to do to please him as well. 

Master Jason sees this, “Josh, I think the boy likes your new toy.” 

Master Josh yells over the music, “Yes, it looks like he does, let us have some more fun then!”

He grabs his phone again and taps it a few times.  The pain in my balls triples, forcing me deeper into sub-space and my knees bend some.  It looks like I’m dancing awkwardly, like a nerd who doesn’t really know how to dance.  This causes more laughter from the audience.  Yet, Master Mike slowly claps his hands and smiles at me.  He is proud of me.  At that point, I groan as waves of pleasure wash over me and I shoot a massive load onto the stage floor. 

Master Jason and Master Josh just laugh at me,

Master Jason looks a me, “Do you like my lover's new toy?”

I moan out, “Yes, Master!  I love it, Master.  Thank you for taking control of these balls you own!”  
Yet, I’m not really talking to Master Jason, but to Master Mike who nods his head at me. At that point, the curtain drops and the play ends.   I’m disappointed at not seeing my owner and tears of sadness drip down my face.  Someone picks me up and carries me to the center of the stage, forcing me to kneel in front of Master Alex with his lovers on either side of him.  Slave Danny and my Alpha slave are kneeling on either side of me with me in the center. All the slaves in the play are kneeling to the left and right of me.  More slaves are kneeling behind us who have been supporting the production of the play in the background.  While in my sub-space fogged mind, I didn’t even realize the stage was cleared.  The curtain goes up and all the Master stand up and clap!  This brings a rush of pride and gratitude into me.   I’m proud that I could please all those Masters.  I am so grateful that I could bring some joy to their lives and grateful that Master allowed me to be part of it.  My Apha brother is not happy that I got all the attention.  He is still jealous of me but we have come to an understanding.  He gets what he wants when we are alone and I have to concede his the better slave than me.   In a way, he is like another Master to me. 

All three Masters, Alex, Jason, and Josh, bow before the Masters of the school.  All the slaves bow in a slave way, on our knees with our bodies bent over and hands stretched out in front of us.   It must be a great sight, three Master with thirty slaves a bow before the whole school.  I hope my Master’s parents are proud of Master Alex. 

As all the slaves, including me, walk to the backstage, we hear the director talking into a microphone on the stage. 

"Thank you all for coming. I hope you enjoyed the show.  As a special thanks to all the Masters here tonight, there is a special gift for each of you.  Look under your seats.  Like Master Santa said in the play, I hope the gift gives you many memorable moments with your slaves. 

I then hear boxes opening and the excited voices of the Masters.  Now I know why the director had us slaves build so many more toys for Master Santa than was needed for the play.  I see all the slaves of the play smiling, for they all built at least one or more of the toys.  It fills us up with pride and we now understand why we were punished so hard to make the toys real. Most normal plays would use props to represent the toys. However, like everything else in this play, it had to look and feel real, including building hundreds of toys.  

Someone grabs the back of my neck and I instinctively know who it is, my Alpha brother. 

As he pushes me into a small closet, he says, "So, my bitch is now a star!" 

He then kisses me deeply using his tongue to dominate my mouth. 

He breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes, "Did you like my Master’s little gift?" 

He then produces his tablet and presses a button.  The same stinging pain hits my poor balls again. My Alpha places his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet.  

I now painfully realize, like with my collar, my Alpha has the right to punish my balls. Master often has my Alpha punish me when he is too busy to do it himself.  So, my Alpha has limited control of my collar, my cuffs, and now my balls stretcher.  It was bad enough that he loved shocking my neck anytime he felt like it but now he can shock my halls too. Tears roll down my face as the pain in my balls causes me to fall to my knees.  When he knows I will be quiet and the pain stops, he lets go of my mouth, then crouches down, looking into my face. 

With an evil grin, "We are going to have so much fun with my Master's new toy."

In reality, it is Master Alex’s new toy but he is using the play and his Master to show his control over me.  He knows that anything attached to me is owned by Master Mike since I’m his property and by extension of being loaned to Master Alex is owned by him as well.   Therefore, the ball stretcher isn’t Master Josh’s toy.   While still on my knees, my Alpha brother stands up and looks down at me with a smirk. 

“Suck your Alpha!”

I look up at him, “Yes, Sir,” then open my mouth and lean over, taking his familiar cock into my mouth and down my throat. 

My Alpha grabs my head on both sides and then pulls me hard with such force my face slams into his smooth pubes area.  He grunts hard with each angry thrust.  

He whispers in a sharp tone, "Take my fucking cock, brother.  No matter what pride you feel when serving your Master, you will always be my bitch brother.  I will always be your Alpha. You know this is true, don't you, my bitch brother."

Whenever we are alone, my Alpha brother reminds me of his higher status including that he is the superior brother.  I know he will always be jealous of me because my Dad would spend more time with me than him.  He blames me even though I never had control of my life just like all my father’s children don’t.  He is my Alpha, I have to let him take out his anger on me since he can’t do it to our father.  

Just as he cums down my throat, the door to the closet opens.  I hear Danny’s, my lover’s voice.

“Sir, sorry for intruding.  Our Masters need us now!”

This changes my Alpha’s demeanor instantly. He quickly pulls out, wipes his cock on my face, and runs after Danny.  I get up and run after him. One thing our Alpha learned in his slave training is to not let Masters wait especially his own Master.  I have seen him punished after displeasing Master Josh.  He was very subdued after one of his Master’s punishment sessions in the dungeon of our house.  All of his cockiness is always gone after those sessions.  However, his cocky Dom side shows up whenever we are alone or my Master Alex orders him to punish me.

Danny leads us to the auditorium where I see Master Mike and Master Alex have their arms around each other’s shoulders.  I stop behind my Alpha, wanting to get a good look at my owner, the man who helped me change my life forever.  I owe all this to him.  He saw who and what I was long before I knew.  A rush of excitement courses through me right to my dick which is now hard and dripping again. 

Master Mike calls out, “Where is my boy?,” as he lets go of his brother and turns my way.

Danny steps aside and so does my Alpha brother, who’s once again jealous that I’m the center of attention with the family that owns all three of us.   OH SHIT!  That same family is now all looking at me!  

Master Mike grins and opens his arms.  I rush to him and he wraps his strong arms around me holding me tight and then lifts me off the ground.  He kisses me with the same passion his brother used to do before his lover, Jason, showed up those many months ago.     

Still holding me tight off the ground, he breaks the kiss and looks me in the eyes.

“Did my boy miss his Owner?”

I whisper in pure awe of him and instantly remember why I chose to be his slave.   His eyes are magical, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.  He sits me down and I quickly kneel at his feet, like I have been trained to do for all Master’s family members I meet.   My head is bowed in respect for the man who Owns me.  I put my hands behind my head and kiss both of his feet three times as his brother taught me the first day we came to the college.  

Master Mike pats me on the head, “Well very good my boy.  I see my brother has trained you well in our traditions. Now, go greet my Father and Mother in the same tradition.  I crawl over to the older version of my Owner.  In the same matter, I bend over and kiss his dress shoes three times each.  I then move to his mother.  She is in high heels.  So, for the first time in my life, I kiss a Mistress’s bare feet.  Yet, I know from my slave “Etiquette class”, that every family has their traditions and all slaves must remember them so we can follow them each time we are required.

Kneeling beside her, are my cousins.  Their bodies are massive like one of the slaves who pull the carriages around campus.  They could easily bend their Mistress in half but they are so docile as she casually rubs their heads, like one would do for a pet dog.  I’m once again reminded that Master’s family prefers to own submissive members of my family.   

In the corner of my eye, I see Danny and my Alpha doing the same thing for Master’s father.  So, I quickly crawl between Master Mike and Master Alex.  Each brother casually rubs each ear, as I bow my head in respect to them and their parents.  I see Master Alex is now holding one of Master Jason’s ass cheeks while Master Josh is holding the other cheek.  It is plain to see that all three of the Masters are in love with each other, forming a triplet relationship.   

Mistress ignores me and addresses her son, Master Alex.

“Son, I’m impressed with the training of your brother’s slave.   He knows our traditional greeting well,” smiling at her son. 

“Jason and Josh, you have trained your slaves well too.”

I can only imagine they are beaming with pride.  

Master Josh speaks up, “Thank you, Ma'am.  Our family traditions are important.”

Master Jason adds, “Yes, Thank you, Ma’am.  I agree with my cousin.  All three of us follow our family traditions as we have been taught for generations.   Our slaves follow them as our fathers have taught us to teach them.”

“Good, There is one tradition that our family prides itself in.  That is sharing our slaves with other members of our family.  So, my husband wants to spend a night with each of your slaves.  As with tradition, the owner will be present the first time a family member uses a slave’s hole.”

Now Mistress is pointing at me, “My husband has used one of two holes of my son’s slave.  He wants access to the other hole.”

I knew someday, my Master’s father would be fucking me.  I remember his cock sucking training.  I was so scared of him back then.  I have been through so much that I now look forward to my Master’s father fucking me.

My Master’s father continues, “My sons since this slave has two Masters at the present, you both need to be present when I take your slave’s other hole.”

They both say at the same time, “Yes, Father.”

I wonder where this will lead!