This series has been written as ordered by my Master to entertain Him and others.
Thank You Master.
Barber Visit
The next day, Master had ordered Peter to book a visit by Yusuf, the Turkish barber used by Master to give his household haircuts and trim their body hair. Yusuf’s car arrived and parked behind the house near the converted outbuildings. Peter went to greet Yusuf and to help him with his equipment. Yusuf was Turkish with olive skin covered in thick black body hair, an immaculately groomed full beard and a cropped haircut, with a gold pirate earring lending him a slightly menacing air, compounded by his stocky muscular build, acquired during his years as a professional Yağlı Güreş oil wrestler. Today he was dressed in a tight black t-shirt, whose sleeves barely contained his huge upper arms and chest, and tight black jeans tucked into black military boots.
Peter and Yusuf made their way to a room equipped with a barber’s chair and a medical examination table complete with stirrups. Yusuf unpacked his clippers, scissors and razors.
“Good to see you again, Peter, I hope you and your Master are well. What have you got for me today?”
“Thanks, Yusuf, we are well, thank you. First there are the usual trims for Master’s boys, then Master has a new boy sent here by a friend who requires all-over shearing and shaving and preparation for Master in the usual way, and then Master has instructed me to bring you his new pig slave for you to break in,” replied Peter.
Yusuf grinned. “I’m looking forward to that. But first bring in the boys for their trims.”
Peter left the room and switched on the webcams that would record Yusuf at work and live stream it to Master to entertain Him as He did His morning workout, alongside the usual daily performances, tributes and rituals by Master’s stable of non-domestic slaves. He returned with Thomas, Abe and Brian in their gym kits. Yusuf switched on his clippers and cropped their hair short and trimmed any wayward body hair. Peter then took the boys back to their quarters and returned with Carl in his jockstrap.
“Carl, this is Yusuf the barber, he’s going to shear and shave you as Master has ordered. Sit in the chair.”
Carl did as he was told, and Peter left the room. Yusuf pulled on a pair of tight black latex gloves, switched on the clippers and set to work. The blades tickled Carl as they cut through his pelt of ginger-grey chest hair and the trimmings fell to the floor. Next came Carl’s arms and Yusuf inhaled as Carl raised each arm for him to trim the pits. The back of the chair was lowered, and Carl lay on his back as his belly, crotch and the front of his legs were shorn in turn, then he flipped over onto his stomach for Yusuf to trim his back, arse and the back of his legs.
The first cut completed, Yusuf switched off the trimmer and filled a basin with hot water from the tap. He lathered up an old-fashioned badger-bristle shaving brush with soap and began applying it to Carl’s back. Then Carl heard a quick rubbing noise and realised Yusuf was sharpening a cut-throat razor on a leather strop. Yusuf noticed him tensing and laid a hand on the back of his head.
“Just relax, I know what I’m doing, you’ve no reason to be nervous and if you lie still, you’ll get a reward,” murmured Yusuf into Carl’s ear. The razor made short work of the remaining body hair and soon Yusuf asked Carl to spread his arse cheeks for his crack to be shaved smooth. As Carl turned over onto his back his hard cock showed how much he was enjoying the experience. Yusuf lathered up Carl’s chest and belly and set to work. Under the pretext of holding Carl’s nipples out of the way of the razor, he squeezed them hard, making Carl’s cock throb. Carl’s large, muscular thighs were shaved smooth, leaving his cock, taint and balls for Yusuf to finish.
“Stand up and come over to the table,” said Yusuf, “now lie down on your back,” With practised hands he pulled out the stirrups and fitted Carl’s feet into them, spreading them wide and exposing his crotch and taint. Yusuf swapped the cut-throat for a safety razor and stretched and pulled Carl’s skin taut as he removed the final few hairs, then mopped up the remains of the soap with a hot towel. The sensations of the latex gloves, the hot towel and Yusuf’s strong hands manipulating his cock and balls had made Carl fully erect.
Yusuf grinned and told Carl to stand up so he could admire the naked, blushing, slave with baby-smooth skin, then led him to the shower cubicle and rinsed him down. He threw Carl a towel to dry himself and when Carl looked up, Yusuf was standing naked and erect by the exam table.
“Come back here, boy,” he said to Carl, “it’s time for the final part of the procedure.”
Carl walked back to the table, lay down on it and positioned his feet in the stirrups. Yusuf stood to one side of Carl’s head and pulled the shaved slave’s mouth onto his hard, thick Turkish cock. “Get it wet, then it won’t hurt,” he muttered as it hit the back of Carl’s throat. But Yusuf was too turned on by the foreplay of the shearing procedure and felt his balls tightening. He abruptly pulled out of Carl’s mouth and moved between his legs spread wide in the stirrups. A gobbit of spit on Carl’s arsehole was all the lube he needed, and he thrust deep inside the slave’s hole in a rush of excitement. Carl clenched around Yusuf’s impaling cock and Yusuf threw back his head in ecstasy as he thrust harder and deeper, flooding Carl’s hole with his seed. Quickly recovering, he withdrew and reached into his bag for a butt plug that replaced his cock inside Carl.
Once his breathing had returned to normal, Yusuf pressed the intercom and told Peter that Carl was ready, then went to shower. Peter arrived and admired Yusuf’s handiwork before leading Carl away. “Let me know when you’re ready, Yusuf,” he said as he left. Yusuf luxuriated under the hot shower and emerged relaxed and recharged ready for his second reward. He went over to his bag and pulled out a black leather jockstrap, stepped into it, then strapped a broad black leather harness around his upper torso, then black leather biceps straps and wrist guards, tight black leather gloves and tight black leather chaps over his black leather boots. Next, he laid out a crop, a paddle, a flogger and a hinged cockring and ball stretcher on the table. He was ready for his second reward and called Peter on the intercom. A few minutes later, Peter arrived followed by a nervous, grey-haired, bearded guy dressed only in a white jockstrap. He was not gym fit like the other boys, but had pert nipples, the result of intensive nipple clamp training ordered by Master since his arrival, and broad shoulders and a big, meaty arse framed by the straps of the jock. His pale skin was partially hidden under a light covering of brown body hair. He wore a broad leather collar around his neck and heavy leather wrist and ankle restraints, marking him out in Master’s household as a pig slave.
“This is Yusuf, pig slave” said Peter, “Yusuf, this pig slave has just joined Master’s household, and you can just call him ‘pig slave’ or ‘piggy’. When you’ve finished with him, lock him in the cage and I’ll come and fetch him later.”
“Thanks,” replied Yusuf, and Peter left the room.
Yusuf picked up the riding crop and walked around the pig slave, touching and pinching his nipples and cracking the crop over his arse when he flinched. He noticed the growing bulge in the pig slave’s jock and flipped the pouch to one side, revealing a fat, shaved, uncut cock and heavy balls. He grabbed the ball stretcher and snapped it shut around the pig slave’s balls and clicked the cockring into place. The pig slave winced again but his cock throbbed and hardened. Yusuf pulled off the pig slave’s jock and led him over to a Saint Andrew’s cross fixed to the wall. With quick, expert movements he attached the pig slave’s wrists and ankles to the four extremities of the cross and noticed the pig slave was shaking.
“It’s OK, pig slave,” he whispered in his ear, “I know you want and need this.” The pig slave nodded and gritted his teeth. Yusuf swung the flogger a few times to loosen his arm and shoulder and then began on the pig slave’s back and arse, getting into a steady rhythm, criss-crossing the exposed skin with red welts. At first, the pig slave grunted in pain but soon could not control his cries. Yusuf responded by strapping a ball gag into the pig slave’s mouth. “Can’t have you disturbing the others, piggy, can we?” he chuckled.
The flogging had reddened and sensitised the pig slave’s skin and he winced at the slightest touch. Yusuf switched to his paddle and worked on the pig slave’s arse, the broad leather strap like a supercharged spanking hand. At first, the pig slave raised himself on tiptoes at each smack but then began to push his arse out for more, moaning with desire and twisting his head around to look at Yusuf. His desire showed in his gleaming eyes. There was none of the begging to stop or fear Yusuf was used to seeing. This pig slave was enjoying it! Yusuf was tempted to continue until he made the pig slave shoot his load, but his curiosity was piqued and he untied him and let him over to the table, where he restrained him on all fours, the pig slave’s precum leaking from his cock and pooling on the table below him.
Yusuf removed the ball gag and saliva dribbled from the pig slave’s mouth and the flow increased as Yusuf fixed a spider gag in place, spreading the pig slave’s lips wide and creating a hot, wet cavity for Yusuf’s cock to fuck. Yusuf climbed up onto the table, grabbed the pig slave’s collar and pulled his mouth down onto his throbbing cock. As the fat Turkish cock hit the back of the pig slave’s mouth, he gagged and choked, flooding his mouth with drool to lube Yusuf’s cock. Yusuf leaned back and fucked the pig slave’s mouth deeper and faster, surprised at the pig slave’s eagerness and obvious excitement at being used. Soon Yusuf was ready to fuck the pig slave’s hole and moved around him on the table, picking up the crop as he lined up his cock and mounted the pig slave like a rodeo rider. As he thrust up into the pig slave’s hole, he brought down the crop hard on the pig slave’s thigh and felt the arse open up to him as the pig slave roared through the gag, pushing back for more.
Yusuf caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror across the room and thrust harder. The pig slave’s cock was leaking hard now and was painfully hard inside the cockring and ball stretcher. Yusuf’s cock was thrusting into the gaping hole, and he knew he couldn’t last long. He had one final trick up his sleeve as he picked up a smaller version of his flogger, designed to create exquisite pain in a pig slave’s balls. Reaching under the bucking pig slave, Yusuf flicked the strands over the pig slave’s stretched cock and balls and revelled in the high-pitched squeal this provoked.
“Good piggy,” he said, “now cum for me.” A couple more flicks and the pig slave’s cock erupted, spraying cum all over the table, but, more importantly, squeezing hard around Yusuf’s cock deep inside his arse and tipping the barber over the edge. Yusuf made one huge final thrust and shot his load deep inside the pig slave, collapsing on top of him, panting hard.
“Good piggy,” he repeated as he untied the pig slave, led him over to the cage and locked him inside. Yusuf stripped off his leathers and took another shower, then dressed and packed up his equipment. The pig slave continued to drool saliva and precum as he watched.
Yusuf flicked the switch on the intercom. “I’m off now,” he said to Peter, “Thank your Master for letting me have a go on His new piggy, I enjoyed it.”
“I’ll pass on your thanks,” replied Peter, “see you next month, bye for now.”
As Yusuf’s car drove off down the drive, Peter led Carl, Brian, Abe and Thomas into Master’s sitting room. Master finished His morning workout and walked through into the room in His black gym vest, shorts and trainers. The boys knelt in a row, their hands behind their heads ready for inspection. “Good boys,” said Master, walking along the row and stroking his three boys’ freshly cropped hair. “Very nice,” He said, running His hands over Carl’s newly shorn skin and tapping the base of the plug in Carl’s hole. “Yusuf has been very thorough. Exactly as I wanted him. How do you feel boy?”
“Happy to be giving You pleasure, Master,” replied Carl.
“Good boy, you are doing that, boy. I will enjoy having you around. Now you will go with Peter who will prepare you for this evening.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Dismissed.”
“Yes, Master, thank You Master.”
“Remove piggy from the cage and bring him to me, Peter.”
“Yes, Master.”
Peter returned a few minutes later with the pig slave in a fresh white jock, then left the room. Master ordered the pig slave to lie on his back on the floor and to raise his arms above his head. He bent and quickly secured the pig slave’s wrist restraints to the rings on the sturdy legs of an armchair.
Master then turned to His boys, walking behind them His three boys, whispering how pleased He was in their ears and provoking whispered “Thank You, Master” replies. “You all look very good,” Master said to them. “I want to reward you all, and also to show piggy here how my boys serve me. On your knees all of you, let me see some three-way kissing.”
The three boys moved into a triangle on their knees and began to kiss and squeeze each other’s nipples, making their jock pouches bulge. As He watched them, Master removed His gym vest and dropped it over Thomas’s head. Brian got His shorts and Abe His jock. The boys purred their thanks as they licked and tasted their Master’s sweat.
“Your reward starts now,” said Master to His boys, who turned and began to caress His thighs, balls and cock with their eager tongues, with Master moving their heads to produce the most exquisite feelings for Him. One look at Thomas was all it took for His favourite boy to move around to lick his Master’s firm arse cheeks and then work his way down Master’s arse crack to His hole. As Thomas’s tongue began exploring, Master thrust His hard cock deep into Abe’s experienced mouth, as Brian licked His balls. The sensations provided by the three experienced and well-trained tongues were almost overwhelming, and Master stepped back.
“Brace yourself on the chair, boy,” He said to Brian, who placed his feet either side of the prone pig slave to lean his hands on the seat, pushing his arse up and out towards his Master. “Prepare him,” said Master to Thomas, who knelt behind Brian and went to work with his tongue to get Brian’s hole wet and twitching. After a few minutes, Brian’s cock was fully hard and tenting his jock pouch. Master reached around and freed His boy’s cock, pointing it down at His pig slave’s face.
“Watch and learn, piggy,” said Master as he placed the tip of his hard cock against his boy’s hole. Brian grunted as His Master’s cock slid inside him in one thrust. “Good boy, “ said Master as he began to fuck. “You have permission to touch yourself and to cum for me, I want you to shoot your load all over my pig slave’s face.”
“Yes, Master,” muttered Brian, stroking his cock in time with His Master’s thrusts. Master leaned forward and kissed His boy’s freshly shaved neck and whispered in his ear. “Cum for me now.” Brian pushed back once more onto his Master’s cock and growled as he shot strings of hot cum all over the pig slave’s face. Having enjoyed the spasms of His boy’s hole, Master slapped his arse and stepped back. “Now lick your load up off his face,” ordered Master. Brian slurped up his cum from the pig slave’s face, stood and was replaced by Abe.
“The same orders apply to you, boy,” said Master as his cock penetrated Abe’s hairy arsehole. “Yes, Master, “ replied Abe, his face twisted in concentration as he tried to prolong his Master’s pleasure but failed, his load spattering onto the pig slave’s face, then eagerly licked up. Master pulled out, and Abe was replaced with Thomas, Master’s favourite. In no time, Thomas was impaled on his Master’s thick cock, squeezing it with his well-trained arse muscles. Master was almost prepared to let Thomas work his magic, but remembered He had a busy evening ahead, so He leaned forward and ordered Thomas to cum. A couple of strokes was all that it took for Thomas’s cock to explode, dumping a third load on the pig slave’s face that Thomas cleaned up with his tongue.
“Well done boys!” said Master as he pulled out of Thomas and had his cock cleaned by Thomas’s expert mouth. “Now back to the dorm with you and take my pig slave with you.” The three boys unfastened the pig slave’s restraints, helped him to his feet and left the room, as Master made His way to His shower.
