Sampson Slavery Laws

Rob

I lay awake all night watching Todd, Zac's slave sleep. Despite being exhausted I couldn't sleep. Todd looked so peaceful as he slept. I wonder how long it took him to be conditioned into being able to sleep this way.  How easily he accepted being called Scum. Seeing his missing tongue was alarming.

I needed to pee so badly and tried to hold it for as long as I could. I didn't really want to piss on the naked slave in front of me but as each minute passed it became harder and harder to resist. Then it got too much and I let loose, all over the toned blonde boy. 

The warm liquid cascading over Todd woke him up. He opened his eyes and we once again were forced into eye contact. Todd seemed indifferent and after I finished pissing just closed his eyes again. He was completely unfazed.

I was so ashamed of what I had just done. I knew he didn't have a choice which added to my shame. Naked, caged and collared I was left with only my thoughts and regrets. I wanted to speak to Todd but I knew he couldn't respond so I decided not to speak.

Why did I agree to this. I should have taken my chances with the processing plant. Maybe I could have convinced a guard as to what was happening to me. But even Doctor Sampson was involved in the conspiracy. If only I wasn't so mean to Carl.

The door to the dungeon opened and the overhead light flicked on blinding me and waking Todd. The four Masters entered looking down at the two naked slaves collared together in the cage. Joe reached into the cage and unlocked the padlock that joined us two slaves together.

The cage was opened and Todd crawled out. I decided to mimic my slave brother. If I seemed obedient then surely, they would take it easy on me. Todd crawled to each Master and started to kiss their feet. He couldn't say good morning, Sir, but he kissed their feet none the less.

I followed but I wasn't as quick. My legs were cramping from the cage and my knees hurt on the cold concrete floor. I finally made it to Joe and started to kiss his feet. I can't believe how far I had dropped in life. I made my way around the four Masters kissing their bare feet and saying good morning, Sir.

'Look how filthy the two of you are, against the wall' Zac said. I looked down at my body. I was covered in grime from the basement floor. I could just imagine how I smelled. I haven't showered in a day. In that time I have been spat on and pissed on multiple times.

Todd walked to the furthest wall of the basement and put his hands against it so he had his back to the Masters. I followed suit and stood beside him. I was terrified as to what was to come but knew better than to not follow the blonde slaves actions.

I put my hands against the wall and looked at the ground. A moment later icy cold water was been sprayed on my back. It made it hard to breath. The stream lasted for five minutes before I was told to turn. The same treatment happened to my front side. My body was tingling.

Zac said his goodbyes to my Masters while hooking a lease onto Todd. He pulled him up the basement stairs. The blonde twink was dripping water and shivering as he walked up the stairs. Carl walked over to me and clipped a leash to my collar and spat in my face.

'I'm so hungry, I really hope they let me eat. It must be at least 24 hours since I last ate. Rob thought as he was directed up the stairs. He noticed dirty dishes and frying pans in the kitchen. To his dismay he realised they had already eaten. 

'Clean up, we are going to get our surf boards ready' Pat ordered.

I looked at the mess on the table and oven. It was going to take me a while to clean all this up and I'm so hungry. I filled the basin with warm water and started my task. Cleaning naked in their house was both humiliating and a turn on. My dick started to grow as I cleaned.

As I was cleaning I noticed some leftovers on one of the plates. I hadn't been given permission to eat but also they didn't say not to. I gobbled it down in a second. I barely even chewed it I was so hungry. It was some bread and sausages and a few beans but it was amazing.

I didn't notice my three Masters return and Pat walked over to me and grabbed me by my hair.

'This fag just ate without asking first' Pat announced. I looked at Carl and Joe who were shaking their heads in disapproval. Little did I know they had left the food there as a test. One that I had just failed miserably.

Pat pulled me over to the chair and bent me over his knee. He started to spank my bare bottom. I started to plead and beg for it to end. 'Lets try this modification' Joe said while going through his phone. A moment later I was unable to make any sounds. I had been silenced like Todd.

Pat continued to wail on my ass. I was trying to speak, trying to plead but no sound was coming out. It was a very unusual feeling. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't speak, I couldn't scream. What if I never got to speak again. 

Finally he pushes me of him I fall to the ground. My face is covered in tears. 'This is the first half of your punishment. I promise you very much that you will regret eating with out permission' Pat said. I slowly got to my feet. I glanced at my self in the mirror. My ass is bright red.

I'm directed out of the house through the garage. At the entrance of the garage are three surfboards and a rickshaw that can hold four people. Its like the type of one in ancient Rome where a horse will pull the guests. I guess I'll be the horse.

'Put the surfboards under the seats' Pat orders. I do as I'm told because really what's the point in fighting it. Pat then tells me to hold the two sticks and steady the carriage. I lift up both sides and my three Masters climb aboard. It is surprisingly light and easy to balance.

'Now take us to Cosy Corner, we want to have an early morning surf. Don't make us use the whip' This time its Carl's turn to give me orders. Despite how early it is the sun is quite hot. Pulling the rickshaw won't be as bad but I'm so hot despite being naked.

As I start to walk I hear laughter from my Masters and can feel blood rushing to my dick. I'm now pulling them with a rock hard cock and no way to cover it up. I shouldn't be suspired they chose this option. There are so many people staring at me as I walk slowly pulling my Masters .

After 30 minutes I finally arrive at the surf spot nicknamed Cosy Corner. I look down at my body and I am completely drenched in sweat. My dick is still hard as pre cum leaks from it and I am so thirsty it is unbelievable.

I unload the surfboards and look around at the crashing waves, how much I would like to cool of in the sea right now. But to my right I notice the long cage for storing slaves while their Masters enjoy the beach. I had totally forgotten about these cages.

The cage is rectangular in shape and holds 10 slaves. There is currently 4 naked slaves on their knees in the cage. Spaced along the two longer walls is four dildos. That when sucked release a liquid. The other side of the dildo is a basin for free men to piss into.

Free men use the basin as a urinal. They piss into it filling it up and it gets stored there with a tube connected to the dildo. The slaves collars are connected to a chain just below the dildo, their lips are basically touching it. Its their job to suck on the dildo squirting the piss down their throat.

I remember it was just last week I came here from a surf desperate to piss and watched the look of humiliation in the slaves eyes in front of me as I pissed knowing it would be soon consuming mine. Now I was about to be put in the same situation. 

Pat walked over to me and lead me into the cage and stood me in front of one of the free dildos. He pushed his knee in the back of my leg forcing me onto my knees in front of the dildo. Open your mouth he order. I did as I was told a slight tear forming in my eyes.

He took my hands and attached them with a small chain to either side of my collar. My hands where now stuck there. He attached nipple clamps to both nipples that had a small weight on them that caused a sharp pain when it fell.

The dildo slid about an inch into my mouth. I could see from the corner of my eyes the other slaves and noticed some of them had pissed themselves. They must have been here for hours. Drinking piss then needing relieve their bladder as they continued to suck on the dildo.

'Oh you are worried you are going to piss yourself, don't worry we are going to try another one of your modifications. This one should be fun. Not for you of course' Joe said with his phone in one hand and his surf board in the other.

I didn't want to drink more piss but I needed to drink something. My mouth is so dry and I feel so dehydrated. The cage is advertised on TV with the slogan 'Rehydrate your slave while it practices its sucking skills' I think they need to work on their slogans.

I started to suck on the dildo, each time I moved forward piss was squirted down my throat. I feel so humiliated locked in a cage on my knees naked with my hands chained either side of my collar as I suck on a dildo that is releasing piss down my throat. The basin in front of me is almost full.

Carl walks around to the front of the basin and puts his surf board down. He pulls his soft dick out of his board shorts and starts to piss into it. As the streams hits it starts to over flow. Carl redirects the stream onto my face.

The guys leave for their morning surf and I'm left there sucking on a dildo and consuming a wide range of free men's piss. I did this for about twenty minutes before I started to feel the need to pee. I didn't want to kneel in a puddle of my own piss so I held it.

The urge grew and grew I ignored the urge to pee. I mean I have been humiliated so much what difference does it make if I'm kneeling in my own pee. OK I'm going to pee or so I  thought. I tried to pee but nothing came out despite how badly I needed to pee.

Then it hit me what Joe meant when he was on his phone. The modification. He has enabled the option of denying me the ability to pee. This actually may be the worst torture I've experienced so far. The urge too pee in intense but I can't do it. This is an all new feeling of degradation.

The three guys surfed for three hours a lot longer than normal. They wanted to prolong my humiliation as long as they could. The waves were majestic that day which made Rob even more jealous of his situation. He wanted to be out there with them. 

I finally heard my three masters voices coming from behind me, it feels like I've had this dildo in my mouth for half a day. I still need to pee so badly, the urge is unbearable. I just wished my bladder would work the way it normally does and I could let loose.

Carl comes in and unhooks the chain connected under the modified dildo. I pull my face back slightly and can finally close my mouth. My jaw is aching. He unhooks my hands from my collar which are also sore. I have no idea how I am going to pull them home.

'Sir may I ask a question please?' I ask feeling my best way to be allowed to pee is to be very polite to my tormentors. Carl Nods. 'May I please pee Sir, the feeling is unbearable, Sir please?'.

'Not, yet. But soon. Now get ready we have a few stops on the way home' A few stops, what now I just want to go back to their place and climb into my cage. I never thought I would say that to myself. The three guys climb on their chariot and I put their surf boards in the storage area below.

'OK, slave take us to your old apartment we have to get your affairs in order' Pat shouts at me.  I can't believe this, I haven't even  had time to think about my apartment. I live in a nice apartment that is quite social. I hope none of my neighbours see me like this.

As I start to pull the rickshaw I can feel blood rushing to my dick, not the sensation I was hoping for but I expect that when ever I pull this vehicle I will be hard. Its about noon and the sun is beaming brightly. The 15 minute journey to my apartment leaves me breathless and covered in sweat again.

I stop the rickshaw just at the entrance and my three new Masters hop off. Carl walks over to me and grabs my arm. I offer no resistance. He attaches one hand to my collar followed by the other. I hope they change the status of my dick I don't want my neighbours seeing me hard like this.

'Please Sir, can you make me soft Sir' Carl slaps my dick which gives me the answer. He attaches a leash to my collar and drags me towards the lobby. Once inside we head towards the lifts. We haven't to my relief ran into to anyone yet. Maybe I will be fortunate.

To my horror as the lift doors open two of my neighbours walk out.  Sam and Alex twins who are 20, walk out and stare at my naked body and burst out laughing. Its an uncomfortable laugh and they seem more in shock than anything else.

Sam and Alex are identical twins. They have bright ginger hair that flops down over their foreheads. They are very pale and slim with some definition in their arms, They are both beautiful with very thin lips and button noses.

'What happened to you' Sam asks.

But before I can answer Joe takes his phone out and prevents me from speaking. 'He voluntarily became our slave, he said it was his life's wish. He is actually the first person to be enslaved by their own free will'. This causes more laugher.

'Wow that is pretty pathetic. Look at him Sam, look how horny he is. He must be loving this' Alex said to his twin. I know Sam is gay, I've seen him steal glances at me when I'm in the pool, and all of a sudden I can feel his eyes all over my body.

'We are going to his apartment to collect a few things if you have any more questions to ask?' Joe says the to two beautiful ginger twins. They nod their agreement and they step back into the lift. For a moment I have almost forgotten my urge to pee.

We enter my apartment and it is empty save for my two suit cases in the middle of the room. Where is all my furniture all my belongings, my TV and PlayStation. The room is bare, everything is gone. What will happen in a year when I'm free.

'Don't worry slave, we have put all your stuff in storage, we are going to rent out your apartment to give us some extra money. Now stand in the middle of the room' Pat orders. I do as I'm told Sam gives me a pat on my ass as I walk by him.

'I forgot you had a massive crush on him Sam' Alex says to his brother. This makes me head lower as instead of the onlookers seeing me naked laughing at me Sam is most likely lusting over me. It makes me feel totally different.

'Yeah' Sam says while walking over to me and putting his hand on my rock hard cock. He starts to gently massage my dick making me moan lightly. As he does he brings his lips to mine and gently caresses them. His other hand is on my ass. 

'You can play with him for a short while but he won't be able to cum. You will make him very frustrated though' Sam starts to increase the speed of his strokes. I feel an orgasm mounting as he edges me. I know I am unlikely to cum but I am willing it as hard as I can.

Sam is staring into my eyes seductively as he does it, he removes his hand from my ass and lifts my chin. He kisses me and its the first nice feeling I've had since I became enslaved. I kiss him back passionately before feeling a thug on my shoulders pulling me away. 

'That's enough for now Sam, maybe in the future we will bring him over but for now we have one more errands to run' Carl says ruining the happiest moment I've had for a while. Sam just shrugs and says that slaves are easy to get he isn't sure he likes me so much any more. That hurt.

'Pick up your suitcases and bring them down to the front, you may take two visits' Carl orders. Two visits that's two trips down and up in the elevator and more chances that more neighbours will see me in this situation. Carl uncuffs my hands from the collar and I begin my task.

I make my descent with the bigger case first, it is heavy to my relief as that means my clothes are at least in there. Maybe I will wear cloths at some point in the next year. The lift is empty on the way down and I properly look at my naked body in the mirror of the lift.

I bump into my neighbours from the floor above me. They just stare at me and don't say a word. I keep my head down. I don't really know them that well which makes it a little less embarrassing. I retrieve the second case and my Masters and Sam and Alex join me in the lift on the way down.

I pack the bags beside the surf boards. This is going to make the journey home even heavier. My arms are already sore from the two trips earlier. I look at Sam who just diverts his eyes. I wonder if I will ever see him again. 

I had always found Sam cute despite him being a few years younger than me. I knew he found me hot as well but it never dawned on me to pursue anything. I guess I was too self centred. Now there is no chance. My heart sank at that thought.

'We are going to the hostel on the way home boi, then we will let you rest and if you are lucky eat' Joe said as the three Masters piled on the rickshaw. 'Alex and Sam we will be in touch' Joe added.  I didn't wait for the twins to respond and started my journey to the hostel.

For over a year I lived and worked  in this hostel. Its a surf hostel that has a lot of long term residents that either do jobs around the hostel for free rent or get reduced rent during the quiet periods of the year. This is where I first met Joe, Pat and Carl.

I still have lots of friends at the hostel. Seeing my neighbours who I made small talk with and the odd beer was one thing but friends seeing me like this is so much worse. I pulled my three masters with my dick still pointed out straight not even thinking of everyone who could see my nudeness. 

We arrived at the entrance of the hostel, I was again tired and sweaty. The sun was starting to lower but it didn't seem to cool me down. I looked up to see an audience outside the hostel. I'm guessing one of my Masters text someone in the hostel that I was arriving.

The crowd looked on as my three Masters dismounted. Pat walked behind me slapped my ass then once again attached my hands to my collar. I was stood there in front of all my friends naked, collared with a rock hard dick pointing out in front of me. 

There must be about thirty of my friends standing in front of me staring at me. Including the girls that I humiliated Carl in front of. Then I started to feel it and before I could do anything about it I started to pee.

It felt good at first until I looked around at my audience.

With my erect cock it shot out high and long. The crowd burst into laughter and there was cheering and catcalls. The feeling was amazing despite the humiliation. I can only imagine it looks like I am enjoying it as my friends or former friends now look on.

Carl pulls me by the leash by his former crush and into the hostel. Its so weird being back here in this state. I used to love this place. The hostel owner who was behind reception noticed me. He is talking to a staff member Troye. A beautiful blue-eyed slender twink. 

The hostel owner Clay smiles when he sees me and comes out from behind reception. He walks over to me and doesn't even acknowledge me. He wasn't the greatest boss so I expected nothing less. As he walks by me we make eye contact and he spits in my face.

'So this is your new slave. Any chance you can take these two off my hands too. They are even more worthless than this one? Think I might fire them soon' Clay says while motioning over to Jack and Bryce who are sat on the sofa drinking beers.

'Maybe one day' Pat says.

'Troye, get the three lads a beer' Clay screams at the blonde twink who quickly jumps to the task. He comes back and hands the three Masters and Clay a beer. Clay doesn't thank him. Clay, Joe, Pat and Carl clink beers before chugging them down.

'You two get out of the lobby, no staff allowed when we have guests, You are lucky I let you work and sleep here and pick up your empties you fucking dumbasses'. Clay said to Jack and Bryce who both exchanged looks but didn't say anything before leaving.

'Thanks for the beers, we are just here to donate our slaves clothes. He won't need them any more. Its mostly nice singlets and board shorts but there are some designer clothes in there too. Figure you  can give them away to broke backpackers that travel through here' Joe said.

I can't believe this they are giving all my cloths away. And the description he gave about them, some of these clothes cost hundreds of dollars. Whoever gets them will be very lucky. All my clothes gone, my hopes of not spending the year naked are quickly evaporating.

Carl orders me to bring the two cases in from the rickshaw. I do so walking by my group of former friends. They all stare at me with disdain as I carry them through to the lobby. I am so tired at this point I didn't even notice my cock is now soft.

'Hey, everyone come here, free clothes. This pathetic slave won't need them any more.' Clay shouts out to the audience. My former friends came running into the lobby. Being backpackers they are on a strict budget so the chance of vintage clothes is a major opportunity.

I watched as my former friends picked through my cloths till all that was left was my underwear and socks and the two empty suit cases. I can't believe my friends so easily took my clothes. I expected more loyalty. But what can I expect I'm a slave now.

'Troye come here and throw the slaves underwear at Jack and Bryce's vans. Let them know that's all they are worth, the under garments of a slave' Clay said while snorting with laughter. Troye walked out of the lobby carrying my underwear.

'OK, Time for us to to go. Need to let the slave sleep sleep he has had a tiring day and we are going to try and keep our property in working order' Joe said. I was pulled by my leash out of the hostel and ordered to take them home. I hope I get to eat when I get home.

Jack And Bryce

 

'I'm sick of Clay' Bryce.

'So am I. So should we try my plan.' Jack

'It won't work' Bryce

'My last plan worked with Rob and we only wanted to humiliate him, worked better than we expected. We won't even be using drugs this time. Come on, he just threw a slaves dirty underwear at our van. Feel guilty about Rob if you like but this guy has it coming' Jack

'OK, we can try, just have to dust of my magic skills so to speak. I swear you are going to get me into serious trouble one day Jack' Bryce

'You love it as much as I do, lets get the son a of a bitch' Jack 

Clay is the son of a wealthy plantation owner. He was given the hostel in his late teens and while he was lovely to the guests that stayed there. He wasn’t so nice to the hostel staff or the guests who got a reduced rate for staying during the quiet months.

He would regularly berate the staff for being bad at their jobs, in front of paying guests. The long-term guests he would show even less respect calling them a waste of space. Jack and Bryce got verbally humiliated on a regular basis. They hated him and wanted to put him in his place.

Clay has short brown hair, with a pointed nose and bushy eyebrows. He is quite handsome but spends his evenings drinking which has given him a slight beer belly. He is tall with long slender legs that look funny with his beer belly. He is 28 years old.

Clay was always very competitive and easily lead or tricked into gambling in games he had no chance of winning. He had lost thousands to people who goaded him into cards games knowing they will easily beat him. This gave Jack a chance to put him in his place. 

Bryce is very quick with his hands he used to perform card tricks during college. His slight of hand was almost impossible to detect. Clay had lost a few hundred dollars to Jack a week prior and was desperate to win it and his reputation back. The guys saw this an opportunity.

When Clay asked once again for a rematch Jack happily agreed. Jack would put the money on the line but if he won Clay would be their slave for the night. Clay jumped at the idea his ego getting in the way. There was no way in his mind he would lose.

The game was rigged from the beginning the biggest challenge to Bryce was not to make it obvious. He let the game play out and even gave a few key victories to Clay. Of course, this was all part of the plan. Let the tipsy Clay get cocky and run his mouth. 

The table quickly grabbed the attention of most of the staff and guests in the hostel. The staff and long term guests wanted nothing more than to see the arrogant owner lose and witness a night of humiliation. Clay started to taunt Jack as Bryce fed him more rope to hang himself with.

He told Jack who worked in the hostel as the kitchen cleaner that when he won Jack would have new duties. He would be transferred to the early morning toilet cleaner. When Jack asked about Troye, he replied that he is useless at his job so would be happy to see someone else do it.

This was enough for Bryce, who wanted to get on with the humiliation of their nemesis. He continued his slight of hand but with a different bias this time. Clay was not reacting well to the consecutive losses and started to get frustrated. Which meant he ran his mouth some more.

The crowd cheered each loss for Clay as he inched closer and closer to his demise. It was clear to Clay now how much people wanted him to lose. He started to sweat with each hand he played dialling back his attitude. Then the pivotal hand was played and he lost. He bowed his head.

The crowd erupted. Clay didn’t lift his head off the table. He couldn’t believe his luck. Jack gave Bryce a high five and the other guests and staff around the table. They had already planned what they would do but Clays attitude had given them some more ideas.

‘OK, a bet is a bet. Let’s get this over with’ Clay declared.

‘Well, the first thing you need to do is strip slave.’ Jack ordered. Although Bryce considered himself in control he knew if he gave any orders  yet that Clay might get suspicious. Clays head dropped in defeat once again although he knew this was coming. Slaves are always naked.

Clay stood up and started to unbutton his shirt. He knew he would earn more respect by playing along. If he refused, nobody would trust his word again. He removed his shirt and kicked off his shoes. The crowd started to cheer as he pulled down his pants. Revealing his long legs. Clay was starting to enjoy himself.

He stood there in his boxer shorts, despite the exhibitionist in him coming through, he didn’t want to be completely naked in front of people he controlled on a daily basis. He pleaded with Jack to let him keep his boxers on but was denied.

He gave up, hooking his fingers in the waist band and yanking them down. The crowd cheered once more. Some of them enjoying the humiliation and others admiring if not respecting him for being a good sport. Clay started to really hate Jack at this point.

‘OK, since you were running your mouth earlier, I think you should do Troye's morning duties now. So, let’s go to the toilets. You are going to give them a proper scrub’. Clay had never cleaned a toilet, well Clay had never cleaned anything before and doing it naked in front of guests was utterly humiliating.

Clay walked through the hostel to get the cleaning supplies. This caused the crowd to grow. He grabbed the supplies and gloves but Jack took the gloves and threw them back in the cabinet. Clay knew he was going to clean the toilets bare handed.

He entered the toilets of the budget hostel. He knew that Troye was a poor cleaner and walking barefoot on the dirty tiles made things even worse. He took out the cleaning list that he made mostly to make Troyes job harder and began.

Cleaning the mirrors and counter tops wasn’t too bad but he knew he would soon be on his knees scrubbing the toilets without gloves on. He tried to slow things down as possible hoping they would get tired and the night would end sooner. But Jack had no intention of that happening.

‘OK, the counter tops are clean, get to the toilets’ Jack ordered. Clay moved to the toilets as the crowd followed. He could hear them laughing and noticed how happy Troye was. He took a mental note of that. He looked down at the toilets and noticed a flash from a camera as he did it.

He got on his knees remembering watching Troye doing it. He made Troye clean the toilets under his direct supervision under the guise of making sure he was doing it right. In reality he liked watching Troyes slim body on his knees sweating as he is cleaned, wishing he was naked.

Clay was naked though as his staff and guests recorded him on their phones cleaning dirty toilets. He went as fast as he could scrubbing every inch of the toilet. He prayed that it would end soon. He knew the guys couldn’t be too tough on him, not if they wanted to keep their jobs.

‘OK, well Troye would you consider these clean?’ asked Jack. Troye jumped at the opportunity to inspect the toilets. This was his chance. He could take all his frustrations out if he wanted. Jack loved the thought of playing Troye against Clay. But then.

‘Yeah, I think he did a good job. Well done, Clay’ Troye said to not only Jacks surprise but to his frustration. Jack wanted the humiliation to go on longer. He would make sure he got Troye back for it at some point.

'I'm not so sure' said Bryce thinking this was his chance to get in on the revenge against Clay.

'Are you blind or just dumb these toilets are sparkling clean' Clay retorted.

'OK, fair enough, if they are so clean then you won't mind licking it to prove its cleanliness' Bryce said as Jack shot him a wide grin.

Clay begged as hard as he could but Jack was insistent . The onlookers once again cheered this order. Clay looked around at the people watching him. People who he always considered below him, but now on his knees. They all had their phones out recording the moment.

Clay felt he had done a good job on the seats so while the thought was disgusting he would be licking a clean toilet. He brought his lips to the rim of the bowl and stuck his tongue out. The bowl was cold on his tongue and tasted disgusting. He licked around the entire rim of the bowl.

'Please I've done what you asked can we stop this now' Clay said kneeling inches away from the toilet. As much as Jack was enjoying the sight he wanted to get on with the humiliation. 

‘Follow me, stay on your knees’ Jack ordered his employer. Clay followed him on his knees. The crowd continued to laugh and take pictures of his humiliation. Jack took him to the common room of the hostel and plopped down on the sofa kicking of his flip flops.

‘Give me a foot massage bitch’ Clay swallowed hard but resigned himself to his task. He crawled over to his feet and started to massage the soles of his feet. Jack made sexual noises that were clearly exaggerated. When Clay looked up at Jack he spat in his face. More laughter.

Clay was starting to get very angry but didn’t want it to show. He continued to massage his feet as the spit rolled down his face and started to dry. Jack let him continue for another 15 minutes making sexual noises to further the degradation.

‘OK, now I think I want my dick sucked’ Jack said a huge grin on his face. Clay couldn’t believe it, he wasn’t going to let this go further but how could he get out of it. He thought of every way to get out of it then it struck him.

‘If you end this now, I will give you three months rent free and no work’ he said pleadingly. Jack didn’t want to agree he wanted his dick sucked and the humiliation of it being so public. But three months rent free was too tempting to turn down.

He also hated the work of the hostel. He needed it, but it was hard work and Clay was demanding. Three months of free rent and no work made the deal too hard to pass up. And in his mind he had already had enough fun.

‘OK, fine. Everyone got to see your tiny dick anyway’ the disappointment on the faces of the hostels guest was clear. But Jack and Bryce loved every minute of it. The second free man they had humiliated. It felt like a drug, the euphoria was intoxicating.