A SLAVE'S LIFE, Part 11
By Pete Brown petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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We were all curious about these visitors that night, especially as none of us had seen the owner around - normally he spent a lot of time with guests, showing off the estate and its various groups of slaves. But, as usual, there was not much we could do to satisfy our curiosity, so we settled down to our nightly relaxations.
Just as we'd started, the guards appeared at the gate to our pen, and ordered Craig and me to get up and get out into the corridor.
"Just as well we stopped you bucks before you'd cum", one of the guards said, laughingly, as you've got more important things to do tonight: the owner's guests have specially chosen you two for their pleasure.
Craig and I looked a bit surprised, but we were led off back down to the showers. I remembered that previous occasion when Rob had been selected as a fuck toy, and he'd told us how terrible it was to be locked into a sauna for a long period. I'd sometimes had saunas at the Club, and liked the way you felt so clean afterwards - but this was totally different: Craig and I were pushed in, and we heard a bolt slam across outside. In the dim light we could see the heater already making it so hot that we were sweating like pigs, but then there was that hiss as water hit it and at once the humidity rocketed and it became unpleasant for us and actually hard to breathe.
Craig and I both lay on one of the pine shelves, lowering ourselves very gingerly on to its hot surface as we had no towels or anything. And just as the atmosphere was becoming almost bearable, there was the hiss again.
"Stop putting water on it", Craig said to me despairingly. "It's bad enough with the dry heat...."
"It's not me!"
We both sat up, and then saw that just above the heater was a small pipe, and periodically water gushed out of it - we had no control over it whatsoever. We just had to sit or lie there and endure the baking humidity. Once again, our bodies were totally under control of someone else.
The sweat poured out of us, and ran in little rivulets down our bodies. Our cinch rings felt hot to the touch, and I wondered what was happening to our balls!
I don' know how long we were imprisoned in there, but when we were let out we were almost collapsing, and when the guards hosed us down with icy water from a fire hose, it felt as if my heart would give out, it raced away so fast.
If you've ever had an enema, you'll know how unpleasant it can be, especially if they almost over fill you so that your belly is all distended, and then you're made to jump up and down "to mix it". If you've never had one, I won't upset you by saying how much it hurts. Even when you have the vilest diarrhoea and are desperate to get the shit out from inside you, it's as nothing compared to what you go through when there's a gallon of warm, soapy water pumped up your ass!
They filled and emptied us four times until they were satisfied we were "running clean" as the guard put it, and then we were made to shave, with the guards running their hands over our chins and balls to make sure we'd done it properly.
Finally, an Overseer appeared who inspected us thoroughly - running his hands over every part of our body, smelling under our 'pits to make sure we were fresh and sweet, and even bending down to sniff our asses to make sure every trace of the stuff we'd shitted out had been removed.
"Follow me!", he snapped, and we went off through the central complex.
Unlike the other times we'd been in here on the way to and from the vet's, this time we went deeper and deeper into the building, and the decor gradually changed from the functional - thermoplastic floors, strip lighting - to the luxurious: marble everywhere, big chandeliers, and then, after we'd climbed a broad staircase, to thick rich carpet underfoot. I'd not known anything like this since before I was enslaved, and I couldn't help wriggling my toes in the luxurious heavy pile.
We stopped by a big oak door, and before the Overseer knocked he looked at us and said "The owner's youngest son and a university friend of his have chosen you as their fuck toys tonight. I don't know why, when there are so many slaves better fitted for the purpose - you men are really just work animals, after all. But they have chosen you, so behave! We'll punish your entire crew if there's any complaints from them tomorrow."
Craig and I looked at each other, and kind of shrugged. The Overseer knocked on the door, and after a short delay it opened.
Inside was a huge combined bedroom, sitting room, and study. A giant sized double bed was against one wall.
Two couches faced each other and were at right angles to a big TV and entertainment centre, and over on another wall was a desk with a PC and phone, and shelves of books.
The two young men we'd seen earlier had evidently been sitting on one of the couches, watching TV, as it was playing out some sort of orgy scene.
"Sir, here are the slaves you selected. Are you still certain....?"
"Yes, Overseer. Stop fussing. We're quite capable of handling a couple of slaves. I've been fucking slaves ever since puberty, you know."
"Please, sir, let me remind you.... These are slaves specially selected to work hard. You can see that from their muscles. They're not trained to be sex slaves. They might be violent, and they're very strong - shall I summon a guard and have them shackled and cuffed, just in case?"
"That won't b necessary! Now, get out!"
The Overseer seemed very reluctant to go, but backed out of the room.
Looking at our arms one of the men said "Yes, Jon and Craig. They haven't fucked up and brought us the wrong ones!"
"Come over here, guys, and sit down", the other one said. "We were just watching TV, and we think you'll find it interesting."
I hadn't actually sat on a piece of furniture since I as enslaved, and it seemed really odd to be in this Western style room, about to sit, naked, on a couch. But both Craig and I didn't know what else to do, so we sat down - I can still remember how the fabric of the couch felt against my ass, and against my back as I leaned to get comfortable: when you've been deprived of sensations like that for so long it's amazing how different they feel to you.
"This movie is Hollywood porn - really boring! You can see they're all gym bunnies, playing at being actors, and they're all wearing condoms! They've got no idea of what a real orgy is like, have they? Now... Let's change channels...."
He flicked the TV remote, and there, on the big screen, was our pen! The seven of our gang who were in there were engaged in our usual night-time activities of sex play of all sorts, and I could clearly hear the groans, grunts and shouts of the guys as they sucked and fucked.
"Now this is real sex, isn't it? I don't know why dad doesn't record this video feed from your pen and sell it off - it would make a fortune! It's piped all around the house here, and we always like to see what you're up to."
Craig and I were sitting side by side, and the two young men were on either side of us, and our eyes almost popped out in astonishment as we thought of all the things we'd done, unaware of being monitored like this. Both of us had erections thinking about the sex we'd had, and each of the young men reached out and caressed our cocks.
"Now for the real purpose of the evening, though", the owner's son went on. "My mate and I are tired of the waiters and the sex slaves - they've all got nice bodies and are used to taking it, but they're too dammed easy. We've been watching you work slaves for some time - we like the way you're properly developed, and, in particular, those muscular asses you've got. We've decided to have sex with real men for a change - big, tough, virile, strong men with hard bodies that know how to use them. And we know you're both 'tops', and strongly so."
Craig cut in at this point. I guess when you're talking sex, even to the owner's son, you can take some liberties. "So Jon and I have been brought here to fuck you.... Well, that's OK."
The son gave an amused laugh. "Not exactly, Craig. You see we're both pretty versatile, and we're bored with nice young men who are reasonably compliant. So we want to fuck - hard - real men who aren't used to taking it. So you and Jon are going to get our cocks rammed up you. We want to know what it feels like to force big tough guys like you to take it, and take it hard."
"Fuck you!", Craig snapped, and leapt to his feet, his cinched cock waving wildly. I knew he didn't like taking it, and it was difficult enough for him to take me when we did it occasionally. He must hate the idea of being made to take a stranger. "No one goes up my ass, except Jon."
"Careful, Craig.... Do you want the whole team punished....?"
"Fuck you! I don't care...."
At this point things looked pretty serious. I was worried in case the men called the guards back. I could see we might end up sold to the mines, if Craig went on like this. So I got to my feet too, and put an arm around Craig's shoulder. "Calm down, buddy...."
He shook me off... "I don't want to calm down. I'm tired of being a slave. No one's going to fuck me...."
"Craig, mate... Calm down..... They'll punish all our mates, not just you and me. Come on, mate... Cool it."
But there seemed to be no stopping Craig now. He was looking wildly around, as if searching for some escape route. I was terrified he'd do something stupid, and the two young men were, too - one was trying to edge his way towards the telephone, to call help, I suppose.
Suddenly Craig saw him doing this and leaped at the phone, snatching it away from the guy and throwing it to the far side of the room. The man started to cry out in alarm, and I knew I had to do something to avoid a disaster. So I launched myself at Craig, and knocked him to the floor. That gave time for the two lads to react, and one of them grabbed a "prod" and pushed it into Craig's balls.
I felt Craig's body heave under me, he gave a great scream, and all his limbs started twitching as the powerful shock surged through him. It was bad enough getting a "prod" at all... But one in the balls, how did that feel, I wondered?
Whilst he was still a bit incapable, the owner's son grabbed him around his balls and made Craig get to his feet, then led him over to the bed.
"Face down slave!", the young man snarled, and Craig had little choice but to obey - he was still twitching slightly from the prod, and, in any case, when someone's got you by the balls, you do tend to do what they say, don't you?
The pillows were swept off the bed by the young man, and he fumbled for something in the bed base where they'd been... And I heard a little "snick" sound.
"You, too!", he commanded. "Lie next to your buddy, face down."
I knew we were in a heap of trouble already, and didn't want to make it any worse for the whole group. And, of course, I didn't want a prodding like Craig had just had. So very reluctantly I moved over to the bed and lay on it, parallel to Craig. I now found what the fumbling and the "snick" had been about - concealed in the bed base was a clip, and the young man deftly snapped this into my snout ring so that I couldn't raise my head.
They left us there as they went and poured themselves drinks, then slowly (and, I thought, shyly) started to strip each other. They weren't in bad shape for young guys, and when they were both naked they hugged each other and had a long, slow kiss. When they broke, they were both erect, and they came over towards Craig and me as we lay there, helpless.
The owner's son spoke in a calm way "As I told you, we're going to fuck you. We've decided to give ourselves a treat and find out how much fun it is to rape a good, solid ass - especially when its owner is a top and doesn't usually like to take it! We've been watching you guys perform, as you've seen, and we know you're both really expert at fucking - so now we're going to see how good you are at taking a vigorous fucking yourselves."
"Get up on your knees", he commanded, "And get those asses high in the air!"
Craig muttered "Screw you, no rich bastard's going to fuck me...." - it was all but inaudible, as his face was pressed into the bed as he was held there by his snout ring.
"Get up, slave, or take the consequences...."
"Fuck off!"
The young man casually reached down between Craig's thighs as he lay there, and grabbed his balls. He literally hauled Craig's ass up into the air, and Craig was screaming with the pain that having his balls pulled up like that caused him.
"Now you!", the guy said, and I knew it was pointless to resist, so I kind of shuffled to bring my knees up and raise my ass.
"I ordered them to be properly purged", the son told his companion, "So they should be sweet and clean up there... Let's take a look...."
I felt his fingers pulling my ass cheeks apart, and then the shiver that went through me as he raked a finger over my pucker. I'd never felt so helpless in my life - not only was I worried about the group being punished if I did something wrong, but I was totally unable to stop them doing anything they wanted to me. Even if I'd been prepared to risk a beating for all my mates, there was no way I could pull myself free from the snout clip and prevent the men from doing whatever they wanted to my body. I'd already seen how they'd hauled Craig up by the balls, and my whole body was equally vulnerable to them.
"Excellent! How's yours?", he asked his companion.
"Fine.... Where's the lube?"
"These guys normally get the guy they're about to fuck to wank, and use that. We could wank them, I suppose.
Or we could use the jelly we use - it's in the bedside cabinet. But as they're rather unwilling, and very tight, why don't we tech them a real lesson and fuck them dry?"
"No... It'll hurt..."
"Who cares? They're only slaves, and pretty disobedient ones at that...."
"No - I mean it will hurt us! I don't care what you do, I'm at least going to liberally lather myself with spit."
As he spoke, the son's friend gobbed a huge load into his hand, and out of the corner of my eye I could se him sliming his erect cock with it.
"Right", he said to the son. "I'm ready. Shall we race? First to cum, or last to cum?"
"No - I'm not ready yet. I'm going to tenderise this one a bit first, to give him something to remember."
With his erect cock bouncing in front of him we went back to where they had stripped each other, and came back with one of the trainers he'd been wearing. He tossed the other to his companion.
"OK - let's see which one squeals the loudest...."
They both brought the sneakers down almost simultaneously onto Craig's ass and mine - we both jerked as they hit, and both gave a great shout: initially, I think it was the surprise and shock. But as the blows continued to rain down I realised I was hurting - really hurting. A tall, fit 18-year old can wield a lot of power in his arms, and when your bum is stretched taught as you're kneeling, the sole of a trainer can make you mighty uncomfortable.
They carried on spanking us until they both almost collapsed, laughing at the way we were howling with anguish. I felt a hand run over my ass - it felt cool against the searing heat of my beaten skin, and heard the owner's son tell his companion to "feel the slaves, as they're really glowing."
Then they fucked us. No more preliminaries, no softening up, no lubrication - just the sweat-slicked cocks of the guys forcing their way in to us. They'd decided it was "first to cum" who would be the "winner", and in spite of our cries of pain they simply fucked us hard - as hard as I've ever experienced it - always pulling out almost completely before slamming right home so that my tender ass stung with the pressure from his pubic hair. I say "fucked us", but this was more than that - it was rape. We had no say in the matter, no control, and were helpless: we had to lie there and just take it.
I don't know who "won". I don't think they did, and neither did they seem to care. They lay on our sweating, heaving bodies for a few moments, then pulled out.
I could hear Craig whimpering gently. I don't think it was just the pain from the beating and the fucking - it was more that, as probably for the first time ever Craig had been taken brutally, against his will. I knew he'd forced himself on some of the other guys - me included, the first time, but what we'd experienced at the hands of these two guys was something else. You can normally fight back, if you dare, when a guy's fucking you against your will, but restrained by our snout rings this option was not open to us. And what made it worse for Craig, I think, was that the guy who had raped him was not as big or as strong as Craig - he was really only just a youth, with none of the power or strength of a real mature man. I think Craig would have found it easier to bear if he'd been overpowered in a fair fight and then fucked by someone stronger and more virile than himself, but to be so powerless, so out of control as he had been, was more than he could take.
The son's friend was saying "That was great! What an ass! Are we going to swap now, and take the other one?"
"No - there isn't time. We're going on dad's jet to London, remember. You'll have to wait until the next vacation."
"Well, it seems a pity - these men have really hot asses, and you were right - taking a big strong guy is much better than those waiters.... Can't we just delay for half an hour to recover ourselves, then have another quick fuck before we go?"
"No - we're late already. It wouldn't matter normally, as the jet could wait. But it's got to get to London to pick dad up to take him to Washington. And if we delay it, he'll really take it out on me. Get your clothes on, we've got to go!"
"Aw, come on, just half an hour...."
"No. But, I tell you what... Why don't we take them to London with us, then we can spend all day tomorrow fucking them, before we go up to university?"
"Can we do that?"
"Sure - I'll have the guards put them in travelling crates. And the London house has a fully equipped slave room in the basement."
"But won't your dad be angry?"
"He'll never know - when we leave for Uni tomorrow we'll have them shipped back here - dad will still be in Washington."
"Well, if we can take these two, can we take that young one as well - you know, the one about our age, that I particularly fancy? I know you wanted to try out these big muscular hunks, but I really fancied the young one, and I'd like to go off to Uni having fucked him - I don't expect there will be many opportunities for proper sex agian until the next vacation. It will be interesting to fuck a guy of our own age who's got a muscled body - not as big as these yet, but still a real work-toned frame."
"I don't see why not - it's as easy to take three as two." He picked up the phone and snapped a few more orders, and then the two men dressed, not caring, apparently, about the cum and sweat all over their bodies and cocks. Almost as they'd finished, there was a knock on the door, and four guards came in.
Our snout rings were unlatched, and, closely watched by the guards who were carrying their prods at the ready, we were led off through the complex.
We arrived in a bleak room - concrete floors, harsh lights, with a number of crates and boxes lying around, and the veterinarian was there. At the same time, two more guards came in with Craig.
"OK, slaves", the vet said "There's a grille. Piss and crap. And really try to empty yourselves out, as you've got a long flight ahead of you...."
All three of us crouched there, doing our best, then stood up.
"Are you sure you're empty? It'll be pretty painful for you if not...."
We nodded, and the vet made each of us kneel in turn on a low table. I felt him teasing my ass hole, then something was pushed in - something hard, yet strangely neutral. His quick hands passed something around my waist, and I was told to get down whilst he did Craig.
I saw what was gong on - a large butt plug had been greased, and slid into me, and it was held in by there strap around me.
Next we were each gagged - a round ball was pushed in to our mouths by the vet, and this was strapped in by straps around our heads.
"OK, guys, this is the tough one!", the vet said in his usual irritating manner. "Are you sure you don't want to piss?"
We all shook our heads, and, in turn, he took each of us to the table where we sat on the edge. I'd heard Rob talk about the little plastic mushrooms, and he had something like that, only bigger - the "stalk" was a couple of inches long, and the "cap" about the size of my cock head.
"Sit still, else this will hurt more...", the vet said, then proceeded to twist and turn the "stalk" of one of the mushrooms to slide it right down my piss slit. Then he superglued the cap to my cock head. I couldn't help it - I did wriggle and squirm: you can't help it, can you, when something's being pushed along your cock?
"Right", the vet said when he'd finished. Now you can't shit, or piss, or make any sound. But it's only for a few hours. We used to be able to transport you humanely, but since the European nations tightened security, it's not so easy to get slaves in and out and we have to crate you up and ship you like freight.
The crates were small, barred affairs, and I had to curl up my body to fit in, and my back was bent and my face forced between my knees when they pushed the lid closed. They reached in through the bars and pulled at each of my hands in turn to hold them against the bars, then they were securely held there by those disposable cable ties that everyone uses now. My ankles were likewise restrained, and finally they reached in and passed a thick webbing belt around my waist and the bars and hauled it tight.
"Can he move at all now?", the vet asked.
There was an agonising pain in my groin - one of the guards ha reached in and jerked on my balls and I wanted to scream and jerk away, but I was securely gagged and completely immobile.
"No, sir", the guard said "He's not able to move at all, and he's quite silent."
The vet then came with a small box with a red light on it. He held it near my security chain around my neck, and one of the guards came with a big pair of chain cutters and sliced through it.
"We wouldn't want you going off the estate collared, would we?", the vet continued in his irritating way. "You'd die as you went through the gates with that collar still on!"
Craig and Stu were similarly crated and "tested", and uncollared, and the vet addressed us.
"Right, slaves, you're all secured for transit now. We're going to enclose the barred cages in an outer wooden sleeve now, and we'll tip polystyrene foam granules in all around you. Some slaves panic at this point, but it's for your own good - they help insulate you, in case there's a failure of the aircraft heating. We stipulate that you're to be in the heated hold, but sometimes, if there's a lot of freight, you get put in the cold section! Now don't panic - you'll find that you can breathe through the granules. And I know it's uncomfortable cooped up like that, but they get me to supervise the loading of you so that you're not unnaturally twisted or anything - you may get sore, and cramped, but believe me, you'll survive - there are no vital blood supplies cut off or anything.
Provided there are no air traffic control delays you'll arrive unharmed. And we stipulate that you're to be loaded as you are, but even if they fuck up and ship you on your side, or even upside down, you will arrive safely - believe me, we're old hands at moving bodies around the world now."
They closed sides up around the bars, and I heard screws being driven in to hold them. Having the granules all around me was terrifying - a they rose over my nose, I thought I would suffocate. But they were about an inch round, and wouldn't fit up my nose so it wasn't blocked. I was glad the vet had told us about being able to breathe, though, or I would have certainly panicked.
It was pitch black when the lid was screwed down, and I only knew that the journey was taking place as my crate was jolted as it was lifted onto a truck, then again as it was unloaded and shuffled around. I could hear workers and so on outside, but there was absolutely no way I could attract their attention - muted and restrained, I couldn't shout or even tap the sides of the crate. I guessed they'd cemented the mushroom thing up my cock to stop me being noticed when piss ran out of my crate, too.
There was that unmistakable surge upwards a short time later and so I knew we'd taken off, then nothing until a whole lot of movements and noises told me that my crate was again being moved.
When light appeared as the sides of my crate were removed, I looked around and saw I was in another of those featureless rooms they seemed to specialise in, not unlike the one where I'd been crated up - plain concrete walls and floor, bleak fluorescent lighting, and, in the corner, a barred cell.
There were four guards, prods at the ready, and they cut the cable ties holding my wrists and ankles, and undid the webbing belt. The barred lid of my cage was unlatched, and two of them reached in to help me stand up - and I did need help: all my muscles had "gone to sleep", and I had to be helped to stagger across the room into the cell.
I watched as Craig and Stu were similarly uncrated, and all three of us were then together in the cell, which was not unlike the one we were all used to - standard water point of the wall that was tongue operated, and a piss hole in one corner.
The guards were looking at us and laughing - they thought our cinched cocks were funny!
"I wonder why they want to walk around like that", one of them said. "They're well hung enough without needing to make themselves even more prominent. With shorts on, it would be almost obscene!"
"Yes, these slaves have no dignity", another commented. "They go around naked as if it's perfectly normal. Still, where they come from, those Arabs do all sorts of funny things."
They told us to line up by the bars of our cell and poke our cocks through, then one of the guards knelt down in front of us. He had a scalpel in his hand, and I could seethe blade glinting in the harsh light.
"Now, keep still!", he commanded. "I've got to tease you free from the glue they hold this anti-piss device in with. It will hurt, but if you jerk around, this blade will slice through your cock like it's going through butter! And, however much you want to, don't fucking dare piss on me when it's out, else I'll tear your balls off!"
He was right - it did hurt as the scalpel blade tried to separate the skin of my cock head from the plastic of the "mushroom", but it was no worse than a whipping, I suppose - just different, as the area around your piss slit usually isn't hurt. And I really did want to piss over him - quite a longing to relieve myself had built up on the journey, and I was glad when I could rush over and crouch over the piss hole.
"Please...", I started.
"Yes, slave? Don't you know how to address a guard properly?"
"Please, sir, please.... Can you help us now we're in London. Look, I'm an Englishman, like you, I was enslaved... Call the police, or something..."
The guards just looked at each other and laughed, then reached in and prodded me. As I lay on the floor twitching and whimpering, I heard one of them say "Fucking slaves! Pretending to be proper men, like us! They're all the same, thinking they can fool us. What English guy would go around totally naked, with his cock on display like that!"
Stu and Craig helped me to my feet, and all three of us stood there, wondering what was to happen next.
End Of Part 11