Date: Fri, 31 Dec 2004 21:15:53 +0000
From: Justin Jordan <justinjordan_4@hotmail.com>
Subject: Duckling 9

I would like to thank all those who have written in appreciation of my first
efforts at story writing. I hope you enjoy this next episode and I will be
happy to have any comments, good or bad. Just send them along to
justinjordan_4hotmail.com

The usual disclaimers apply. If you are under age or it is illegal for you
to read this for any reason, please leave. Remember a night of sex without
protection can cost you your life. Always play safe and use a condom.

Part 9

	The time for the next "Gathering" has come round again. Four times a
year the members of the Order of Sade hold a Gathering. The order is a group
men of like minds who are committed to the master/slave life style.  The
number is limited to thirty and there is a waiting list for membership. The
affairs of the order are over seen by a council of five; the Dominus (the
effective CEO) the Whip (vice), the Enforcer (treasurer), the Brander and
the Skinner. One councillor retires every year and a new one elected so
there is continuity in the affairs. Councillors can run for more than one
term and I am in my fourth year as Dominus and considering whether I will
run again. You arrived a few days after the last Gathering. So you have not
attended one. I feel you are ready now although you have only had three
months' training and I am obliged to attend anyway. All I tell you is to
double your afternoon exercise routine so you are well pumped and then to
prepare yourself carefully paying particular attention to removing all body
hair. I see the look of apprehension on your face but do nothing to relieve
your fears. I know you are always fearful of the unknown. You like the
routine life we have together and deviations from it cause you concern.
After supper you present yourself and I carry out an very thorough
inspection. I have prepared several lengths of duct tape which I plaster to
your body and then rip off to test the completeness of your shave. I fold
one length and tell you to bend over and spread your cheeks and I pat it
into place down your crack and cover your hole. I then rip it off and this
elicits a sharp yell from you. I know you have difficulty keeping this area
completely hair free and I help you in this way. You dutifully thank me for
my ministrations although there are tears in your eyes. Back in present, I
rub an ointment into your left upper chest. You look surprised and I can see
you want to ask what it is for but know better than to question me. I make
you dress in your soft leather shorts and your codpiece bulges over the
CB3000. You look very fine in your black leather collar and fine young
muscled chest, flat belly, strong smooth thighs and  firm round mounds. Your
exercise programme is certainly paying off. I am proud of you but I know
better than to tell you. I get my ring from the drawer in the armoire and
put it on my right middle finger. It has my cypher inscribed; a diagonal
cross with a slave spread-eagled, encircled by two entwined whips. I attach
a leash to your collar and lead you out to the garage. I open the back of
the SUV and you crawl into the cage in the back. The vehicle is fitted with
one way glass so there is no worry about anyone seeing you. It will be dark
soon anyway. We set off and you have no idea whether it is just a kilometer
or a hundred we have to go. As it happens it takes us nearly an hour and a
half. We are now in cattle country and I pull up in front of a cattle grid
at the entrance to a ordinary cattle ranch. The ranch is owned by the
members of the order and run by a manager. The herd is a bit larger than
usual because of the BSE crisis but no member relies on the ranch for any
part of his income. The only unusual feature is that the house sits half a
kilometer from the road so is completely isolated.  The cattle grid seems
normal. However there are two rows of forward facing spikes in the last two
spaces. These would rip the tyres out of any  unauthorized vehicle entering.
I dial a number on my cell phone and the spikes lower and then return once I
am passed. I drive round the back of the house into the yard and there are
twenty or so cars already there. We may be the last to arrive as we have had
furthest to travel.  Standing on one side of the yard is a an old large
Dutch barn. It looks as if it has seen better days but it is in fact well
cared for. We enter by a small Judas door in the main double doors and we
are in a small well appointed, well lit, lobby. In the right wall there is a
small niche. The bottom half is closed with a grill. In the flat top of the
grill there is a semi circular indentation. I place my right wrist in this
and  a grill descends from above. It has a similar indentation and my wrist
is trapped. A laser scans my ring and the upper grill retracts. Had it not
been recognized, the grill would have remained and some one would have come
to investigate who the intruder was. There are no written signatures taken
to maintain some degree of anonymity. There is a click as the electronic
lock is released on the door facing us. We enter the main  part of the
building and you look around in amazement. The Whip comes forward to greet
me and he looks at you approvingly. You stand proud but keep your eyes down.
  There are about twenty masters and almost as many slaves present. I pass
through the crowd and stop and talk to many old friends. I keep you with me
as I understand your uneasiness in these new surroundings. I will leave you
on your own soon enough. You recognize three of the masters who were present
at your  "coming out" but you give no sign of doing so. They tell me how
much the had enjoyed that evening. The room is carpeted and well furnished.
It is obvious, even at a glance, that it does not cover the whole area of
the barn floor and the back wall has a draped entrance to the further
reaches. In one corner there is an open spiral staircase leading to a
gallery that runs round the whole barn. Opening off the gallery are private
rooms. On checking in, a room is assigned to every master and his cypher
appears in a slot on the door. As Dominus I always have the same room. You
do not know where to look first. In the centre of the room there are five
upright cages and each contains a naked slave. Off to one side there are two
different cages; each about one metre square and again a slave in each. Your
look shows that you are envious of them as the sit in these cramped
quarters. You do not know the significance of their incarceration. To the
left of the entrance there is a small council chamber, sparsely furnished.
It only contains a five foot by three foot oblong mahogany table with three
chairs along the long side and one at either end. The centre chair sits
slightly higher on a small dais. I lead you over to the far side and there
you see three pillars with hooks on then. Several slaves have their leashes
attached to these. I explain to you the purpose of the pillars. Slaves
attached to a particular pillar are made available by their masters to serve
the other masters. The first one is for strictly oral service, the second
for oral and anal and the third for anything that please the master,
including  both sexual and sadistic pleasure. There are several slaves
attached to each post. Next I decide to check out the slaves in the upright
cages. On the outside of each is the provinance of the contents. Four of the
slaves are attracting a great deal of attention. They are all suspended from
the top with their legs spread and attached to the bars on the side of the
cages so they are stretched and barely standing on tip toe. They all have
ball gags in their mouths.  They are well displayed like this. They are all
well muscled and vary in body type. None has any body adornment and they are
natural; ie. not shaved.  There is no master at the fifth cage and I stop to
examine the contents. The information attached to the cage says it is called
Sean and is 18yrs old. This may well explain the lack of interest as most of
the masters prefer more mature slaves. It has rich auburn hair and deep
green eyes. Its complexion is fair with rosy cheeks that tells of a healthy
out door existence. It has fetching freckles over its nose and cheeks. It
still has the undeveloped body musculature of a teenager. Its cock is
average size as are its balls. It has nicely shaped hairless thighs. The
information says it is an anal virgin. I run my hands over its smooth
buttocks and let my finger penetrate into hits crack and follow it down to
the little preserved prize. I push against the opening to test its tone and
there is a good resistance. It probably is anal intact. I cup its balls in
my hand and gently fondle them, running them around in their sac. At first
it looks a bit apprehensive but that soon gives way to a look of pleasure as
it became erect. It is soon leaking pre-cum. I start to squeeze and its
expression turns from pleasure into concern and soon into wide eyed pain. I
feel myself getting excited. I let go and hold my hand out to you so you can
lick it clean of its pre-cum. I find it quite attractive and cannot
understand the others disinterest.  You are getting very nervous at my
obvious attraction to it. It looks more like sixteen than eighteen and I
wonder if the information is correct. As I am considering this the Whip
approaches me and tells me the council is ready to start the business part
of the meeting. I cannot take you with me so I lead you over to the
Pleasure Pillars. You see the direction in which we are moving and you get
anxious. You lag back and I have to tug on your leash to keep you moving.
You wonder which pillar you are destined to decorate. I hook your leash to
the oral only pillar. I tell you to remove your shorts and wait until some
master wants you to service him. The first item of business is quite easy.
One of our members had moved to Vancouver and so had resigned and left a
vacancy. Two members acted as sponsors for a master to take his place. They
presented him to the councillors and said that he understood the rules of
the order and was prepared to re-imburse the retiring member for his share
of the ranch as well as pay his annual dues. The  sponsors would stand as
guarantors for his bona fides during his first year while he is on
probation. We welcome him into the brotherhood and tell him to see the
Enforcer to pay his dues and arrange to have a ring with his personal cypher
made. He leaves to enjoy the rest of the evening.  Next we review a
submission that has been sent to us before interviewing the petitioner. It
is a request to formally enslave a thirteen year old boy. The master had
found him sleeping on the ground outside the cathedral in Buenos Aires  and
had taken him to his hotel, cleaned him up, fed him and clothed him. He
brought him home on his yacht and the boy is in the country illegally. We
make our decision by concensus  and call the master in. First he must
provide proper documentation to the council that the boy has been accepted
as a landed immigrant within six months. We cannot risk any problems with
the authorities. Second, we cannot approve the full enslavement of a
thirteen year old boy. However we will make the boy a ward of the order and
the master can be his guardian. There must be no pain above first degree
limiting it to spanking, mild flogging, some cbt and tit play. Sexually he
can continue as he already has enjoyed the boy fully. He will present the
boy to the council at the first gathering after his sixteenth birthday and
the matter will be considered again at that time.  The wardship will be
supervised by the Enforcer. I remind the master that there is no appeal and
he can accept or reject our decision. If the latter however, he will be
expelled from the order. He acquiesces and leaves. The third matter is also
quickly dealt with. A master and slave enter. By mutual agreement of master
and slave, the slave is to be set free. It is the council's purview to
guard the rights of the slave. We question the master about the arrangements
that have been made to safeguard the welfare of the slave. A job has been
found and a suitable endowment fund provided. Since both parties are in
agreement, the council gives its approval and we wish the slave good
fortune. There are two more grievous matters to be decided. A master enters
and he is followed by two slaves pushing one of the small cages. The master
states his complaint. The slave in question has been disrespectful for some
time but recently struck the master and since then has been kept in
confinement.  There really is nothing to decide. The punishment for striking
a master has been set by precedent and both master and slave know this. All
that is left to do is to pronounce the sentence. The slave will have one
ball removed. The second case was not as troublesome. The master has two
slaves and this one persists in fucking the other against his master's
orders. Whipping has not deterred him. The master requests twenty lashes
with the eight tailed cat. This seems reasonable to the councillors and so
it is ordered. That terminates our business for the evening and we can
disperse and relax and take our pleasure. I see you standing by the Pleasure
Pillar where I left you. I have no way of knowing if you have been used or
left standing  while I was away. Your face lights up as you see my approach.
However it soon fades as I reach for a leash of a slave attached to the anal
pillar. I see a look of displeasure on your face and you know that I have
noticed it and you will be punished for it later. It is not for you to judge
my actions. It is very much to my liking. It is around twenty years old,
5..8, 160lbs, blonde hair on its head but otherwise totally smooth. It has a
lithe swimmers build with broad chest and narrow waist, flaring out to
nicely shaped hips and ass, long smooth legs. It feels honoured to be chosen
by the Dominus. It will gain status among the other slaves. I lead it to the
staircase and to my room. The business has taken up a lot time. So I must
take my pleasure quickly. I allow it to undress me and then make it kneel to
worship my cock and balls. It has a sweet warm mouth and caresses my cock
and balls. He laps up my pre-cum with relish and  uses gentle suction to get
all of it. I am soon ready to mount it and I get it to kneel on the edge of
the bed with its chest down and its ass up. It appears to have been used
already this evening as there is lubricant around its puckered hole so I do
not add more. I put a condom on and place my cock head at the entrance to
its love canal. In one thrust I fully impale it and hold my cock there,
enjoying the velvety warmth that surrounds it. I begin a slow fucking action
  and delight in watching my cock slip in and out between those beautiful
buns. However I am mindful of the time pressure and I start to fuck it
harder and it moans in appreciation. With a series of deep thrusts I feel my
seed churning upwards and I pull it back hard on my cock as I balloon the
condom with my cum. After I withdraw from it, I remove the condom and make
it kneel before me. I upend the condom and let my seed flow into its mouth.
It holds it there until the condom is empty and then I allow it to swallow.
I return it to the Pleasure Pillar. This time I do approach you and again
rub some ointment onto your upper left chest. I take your leash off the hook
and lead you through the curtained doors in the back of the room. As you
stood at the pillar, you heard the sounds of pain emanating from there. You
wonder what I have in store for you. Your eyes open wide as you see what
surrounds you. The room is one huge dungeon. There are masters and slaves
making use of the equipment. Some scenes are one on one. Others have
multiple players. Any master can be invited to join any scene. One in
particular takes my interest. It is brought to my attention by a
particularly loud piercing scream. At first glance there does not seem to be
anything to warrant this reaction. However on closer inspection it really
does intrigue me. The slave is lying on what appears to be an ordinary bare
board. It is not restrained at all and yet it stays there. As I watch it
lets out another ear splitting scream and its head moves from side to side
and its arms and legs thrash around. Sweat is standing on its forehead.
There is more to this than meets the eye.  I look underneath the board. The
slaves cock and balls are hanging through a hole and his balls are encased
in a ball crusher. I have not seen one like this before. The master explains
its working to me and invites me to turn one of the butterfly nuts a quarter
turn. I do this and I am rewarded by another immediate reaction. The master
tells me that he has not perfected the system yet but, when he does, he will
patent it and give the rights to the order. He has to devise some way of
preventing the slaves balls from being completely mushed.  It is time for
the fun to stop and the work of the evening begun. All the slaves are
released from their bondage and assembled. The slave who is to receive
twenty lashes is brought forward and firmly bound facing a diagonal cross.
It will not be gagged as the cries will reinforce the punishment in the
minds of the other slaves. The Whip comes forward carrying the Cat. He takes
a few experimental swings to loosen his arm and get the feel of it. There is
a hush as he pulls back his arm and brings it forward. There is an
instantaneous cry from the slave coinciding with the impact of the eight
tails on his bare back. It remembers in time to thank the Whip before the
next crushing blow lands. By the fifth there are signs of blood and
breakages in the skin. It is screaming with each lash and sweat is pouring
from its brow.  By ten it is no longer counting and is hanging limp and
whimpering between its screams. The Whip is not a cruel man and he moderates
his force. However the full twenty must be administered. After twenty its
back is a mess of  open wounds and blood is dripping down onto he floor. Two
slaves take it down and lie it down on a bed. They wash the wounds with
clear water and dry them carefully. Then smear them with soothing aloe
cream. Next is the hemi-castration. The Skinner should perform this but he
does not have much experience and I am asked to do it. The slave is strapped
down to the table and completely immobilized. I wash the whole of its groin
area with an iodine based antiseptic solution and drape sterile towels
around. After donning sterile surgical gloves I pick up a sharp scalpel and
make an adequate sized incision in the right side of the sac. I free the orb
digitally and find the artery. This I clamp, divide and tie. Next the vas
that carries the sperm and finally the veins and extraneous tissue. The ball
comes free in my hand. The slaves mouth is open and the ball is placed
there. Several skin sutures close the wound and  a pressure dressing
applied. The whole procedure took less than five minutes. The slave is moved
to a trolley and taken away. There was complete silence from the observing
slaves throughout the procedure. The Whip comes forward and calls out your
name. You pale and break out in a sweat. Two burly slaves who have placed
themselves either side of you grab your arms and bring you forward. They
lie you down on the table and strap you down firmly. You look at me and
plead with your eyes. Thoughts race through your head. What have you done to
offend me that I would want to castrate you? Surely not just looking
disapprovingly. You are too shocked to cry out. A glowing brazier is wheeled
near the table and from it protrude three branding irons. This is cattle
country and branding  ones property is quite normal. The Brander approaches
and draws one out and tests it for heat. Too hot and it will burn through to
the muscle; too cool and the brand will not be crisp and clear. He is
satisfied and brings it over you. You stare wide eyed  with panic in your
face. The iron descends and you smell your skin burning and you yell before
passing out. The Brander is experienced and knows just how long to keep the
iron in contact with your flesh to make a perfect mark. You are left with my
cypher burned on your upper left chest. The ointment I used was Emla, a
surface anaesthetic, as I wished to spare you some of the pain. You are
moved to another trolley and wheeled away to be tended by two slaves. They
put  antibiotic ointment into the wound to prevent infection and carefully
dress it. The Whip calls out for slave Chin and a slight young Chinese slave
is brought forward and the procedure repeated with its master's cypher but
this time on its left buttock.  Finally it is slave Faisal's turn. It has
had the hair on its arm shaved because that interferes with the burning. The
masters all return to the main room for the final function of the evening;
the auction of the five slaves. The bidding is brisk on the first two on the
block. They are both burly football player build. The new member bids
vigorously to be sure to get the one of his choice. Then it is Sean's
turn. He looks even younger and very vulnerable as he stands on the block
before the masters. The bidding is desultory. None seem to want this fine
young man. They fail to see its potential. I feel embarrassed for it. I make
a jump bid of $1,000 to try to stimulate the others. Unfortunately it has
the opposite effect. When the other masters see this they think I have a
special interest in this slave and all further bidding ceases. I am left
with another slave. What am I going to do with it? Besides any other
consideration, I love you and  I know you are intensely jealous of my
attention. The other two slaves are auctioned off and the evening is over.
The masters are reminded of the date of the next gathering and we all
prepare to leave. As I make moves to go, the new master approaches me and
asks for my forgiveness. I am taken aback by this as I do not know what he
has done to offend me. He explains that when he came from the council
chamber he took you from the Pleasure Pillar to his room and used you for
oral gratification. He explains he did not realize that you were my slave. I
ask if you satisfied him and he assured me that you were very good and deep
throated him and swallowed two loads. I re-assured him that there was no
offence committed as that was why you were there. Departure is done a few at
a time so there is no obvious flood of cars along country roads that are
normally deserted. We do not wish to attract any unwanted attention. As
Dominus and the master with the furthest to travel, I leave first. I load
you and Sean into the cage in the back. It is a tight fit but you will
manage. I am pleased to see that Sean is quite solicitous of your condition
and tries to give you most of the space. We arrive home and I send you both
to the kitchen for food and water. Then you know to go to your cage. You
have to share the cage. First I lock a rubber penis prison on Sean so there
is no sex play between you. I know you will not leave your cage again but I
make Sean put his wrists through the bars and cuff them together. I leave
the room and the light goes off and the door locks. I retire to my study to
read a little and enjoy a beer in peace and quiet. It has been quite an
evening. What am I going to do with Sean?