Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2012 08:25:35 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: No Choice Pt.2

The food had been revolting, but he was so hungry that Guy had eaten it
all. He then received a severe hosing down before being thrown into a small
cage, barely large enough for him to stretch out. The next morning he was
taken immediately to a room that resembled a Vets office, he had seen them
in England when his dog was ill. No one spoke to him but he was first sat
in a chair and given a haircut and a shave. While this was being done cream
was being applied to his slave brand. Next he was laid on an examination
table and shaved front and rear of all body hair. He protested only
once. The two seriously hard slaps from Samson across his already bruised
bottom were enough. He blushed profusely as he felt hands pulling his butt
cheeks apart to allow the barber to shave into the crack, but he daren't
protest again.

Finally he was finished and a very attractive young man took him for a
shower, pampered him and made him feel good. He sprung wood but the young
man didn't do anything with it. Dried, oiled lightly to make his body look
incredible and the young man walked him through to see his new owner,
reminding him.

"The Master is very good to us, but he demands instant and complete
obedience. If you balk at anything asked of you, or hesitate complying with
an order he is quite brutal."

Guy was an honours graduate, in other words, very intelligent, he took all
this in and resolved to heed the young boy's words.

Stood in front of his new master, Guy didn't know about slaves not looking
directly at free men, so, he scoped out this young male that was now,
apparently, his owner. Raul smiled, and that smile lit up his whole
face. Guy gasped. He had not noticed the evening he had met Raul, just how
attractive he was.

"I must remember that you are totally untrained, or I will be tearing your
arse apart. Guy, you may not look me, or any free man directly in the
eyes. I am going to train you to be my personal slave and my body slave,
but first, we must get rid of that awful white patch."

Guy was immediately struck by the very cultivated accent of his new
master. He sounded like an English Public School graduate.

"I know you, you deliberately got me drunk so that this would happen to
me."

Raul smiled, "I cannot lie, that's the truth, and now I must punish you for
speaking out of turn."

The pain of ten more with the paddle, on top of what he had already
received rendered Guy speechless. He thought he may never speak again, this
amount of pain was stupefying.

"Take him away. Return him to me when he is a respectable colour all over,
and has learnt to control his mouth. Under no circumstances though is
anyone to fuck him. I want his cherry."

Raul was similar height to Guy, darker in colour and with a shaved
head. Even under the shirt and shorts, Guy realised, his new master was
built, not someone he thought he would want to tangle with. He was led away
by Samson to start his training and his colour change.

The tanning was the only pleasant part of his day, the pool area was very
attractive and he was allowed to swim in between tanning periods, all
carefully regulated by Samson. The gym wasn't too bad, but he wasn't a real
jock so this part of his training was a strain. Samson informed him that
any lack of effort would result in punishment.

"You will call me Sir, and you will perform at 100% effort all the time. If
you wish to talk other than to answer questions you must ask
permission. When you are in the presence of free men you may not even do
that. Do you understand?"

Guy nodded and then remembering, very quickly said, "Yes Sir, permission to
ask a question?"

"Go ahead," was the reply.

"What kind of things will I be expected to do for my master, and is this
really for life?"

"That is two questions, but I will answer them. Firstly, yes, this is for
life. As for the other. The master is gay, so he will expect you to give
him stupendous blowjobs, which I will teach you how to do. He will also
fuck you regularly, and I expect you will do the same for his friends. He
is something of a voyeur so no doubt he will want to watch me fuck you as
well, he likes to watch my man rammer enter little boy's anuses."

Guy looked down and took in the bulge in Samson's shorts, it looked
substantial and that was soft. Samson saw where his eyes went and just
flopped his tool out of the leg. Guy gasped, it looked about ten inches
long, and that was soft. Guy didn't think he was gay so this reply shook
him to his core. He couldn't imagine taking another man's cock in his
mouth, and certainly not in his arse. Looking again at Samson's appendage,
he wondered how much longer, and more importantly, thicker it got. He
remembered his medical before he came out to the island. The doctor had
pushed one finger up his arse to check his prostate gland that had been
uncomfortable, he couldn't even begin to imagine what that monster cock
would feel like. Samson obviously could because he started to elongate and
thicken, Guy gulped when it was so thick that Samson couldn't get his
fingers round it.

"You might as well see what you have to be prepared to take at sometime in
the future, but don't worry, the master and his friends will no doubt be
opening you up before they let me have your arse, and they are all smaller
than me."

 That was little consolation, and on top of that, Guy thought about the
shame of being used like a woman, and in front of other people.

The first lesson in cock sucking got him another paddling as he balked at
taking Samson in his mouth.

"I am going to warn you no more. If you balk again at any instruction I
will use the cane instead of the paddle, and if you still disobey me I will
ask the master for permission to use the whip."

Guy knew now that he would have to subvert his revulsion and start to
enthuse over this action.

"Now, lick the top side from tip to base until it rises far enough for you
to lick the head only."

Guy started this voyage of discovery. The taste was ok, Samson was clean
and smelt fresh. Samson noticed the surprise on Guy's face.

"The master is a hygiene freak, so all of his friends, and myself will
always be clean when you service us. For you that will be particularly
important when you have to rim any of them."

Permission granted to ask a question and Guy found out what rimming was. He
thought that was the most disgusting thing he had ever heard, he couldn't
even conceive of the act of licking another man's arse, never mind the anus
itself.

"If you are anything less than totally satisfactory for the master's
friends, they will use your mouth as a urinal when they have finished with
you, so you had better start getting enthusiastic."

Guy's mind was reeling at all this new information, and this was for life?
He couldn't believe it.

Samson, like the master had a shaved head, but he was a different ethnic
mix, part Negro, Guy thought, a light coffee colour that could actually
have been a tan, full lips and a slightly wider than aquiline nose. Stocky
and patently strong, Guy knew this was another man he didn't want to tangle
with. Like most of the other slaves he saw in his time on the island,
Samson was shaved, as he was, but at least the barber had left him with a
reasonable amount of his head hair. He didn't understand why until much
later in his tenure here.

When Samson was as erect as he could get, with his foreskin pulled back
over the head Guy had to suckle his glans.

"Keep your teeth covered, but use your tongue to lick all over the glans,
particularly the ridge at the bottom. Yes, that's good, now suck on it,
good, take some more into your mouth and then bob up and down on it."

Guy followed each instruction to the best of his ability and realised that
there was actually nothing revolting in what he was doing. Samson's cock
was interesting, mainly because of its size, but also the fact that it was
uncut. The head was pink and very sensitive, patently so judging by the
cooing sounds coming from its owner. Guy looked up and smiled at the
expression on Samson's face.

"You are good, Boy. Now use your hands and start to play with my balls,
slick up one hand to do that, and use your other hand to stroke my body,
play with my nipples."

The action was very much to Samson's liking, and much faster than he
intended he realised he was about ready to cum.

"Now, take me as deep into your mouth as you can. I'm going to cum and I
want you to swallow all of it. Waste any and you get the cane."

Guy nearly vomited at the thought, eating another man's cum was an awful
act. He felt Samson's cock swelling and knew he was about to get it. He
screwed his eyes tight shut and continued. The first jet of cum was almost
too powerful to stop himself choking, but he managed, and then took several
more. He couldn't believe how much there was and he had to keep swallowing
to make sure he didn't spill any. He let the cock slide slowly towards the
entrance of his mouth hoping to be able to contain the discharge. Before it
finished he had analysed the taste. It was a bit gooey but the taste was
not unpleasant, a little salty if anything but nothing to get upset about.

`I think I can get used to this', was Guy's thought as he licked round his
mouth and lips.

Samson was very pleased with this new boy on his first attempt at cock
sucking. He was even more satisfied when he looked down and realised Guy
had sprung a boner as well.

"Good, for your first attempt. Now I want you to lay back and masturbate
yourself to orgasm."

Guy immediately started to shrink.

"That wasn't a request boy, that was an order, now get to it."

Guy struggled, but eventually got fully erect and after quite a long time
managed to orgasm, looking very ashamed at having jacked off in front of
another man.

"Reward time, out to the pool and sunbathe, rotate every fifteen minutes
and no longer than an hour and a half, then hit the gym again for another
circuit."

Guy relaxed now, knowing that for the next few hours he was going to be
doing normal stuff. When he came in from the pool Samson was waiting in the
gym.

"Before you start your circuit I think we need to get you used to certain
positions. When you are called in front of a free man you stand feet
slightly apart, hands clasped behind your back and eyes looking at the
floor. That is Rest, if anyone says Display, you spread your legs very wide
and grip your hands behind your head, chest out, shoulders back, tummy in
and looking straight ahead. You will usually be played with in that
position, front and back. You must not move whatever is done to you. Last
is Spread, when that is said you bend over as far as you can, bring your
hands behind you and spread your arse cheeks so that your anus is on proper
display. You will almost certainly be fingered when that happens, but you
don't move, even if the fingers are replaced by a cock you remain still
unless told otherwise. Now we'll try them."

Guy had no problem with the first two even though Samson played with him in
display position. Spread was a different beast though. He felt incredible
shame at having to spread his own arse cheeks to reveal fully his most
private place. When Samson touched his anus he jumped up and turned round
to face him, blushing furiously.

"You don't learn boy do you?

He was grabbed in a full nelson, bent over a weight bench, before he could
react straps were tightened round his torso, and Samson spread his legs
wide and locked them into a spacer bar. His arms were similarly confined
and then it started. First, a finger fucked him for a minute, and then he
received two strokes of the cane on his arse making him scream with the
pain. Next were two fingers before another two strokes. Finally, three
fingers fucked him for several minutes and he received the final two
strokes of the cane. He was released and ordered into Display and then
immediately after, Spread. Samson then stroked his sore butt again. For
what seemed an eternity Samson stroked his body as well as his bottom
before fingering him, now with four fingers, rotating them and pushing in
as far as they would go.

"Stand up, face me, now, what have you to say to me?"

Guy looked bemused and partly out of it. Nothing was said so Samson once
again had him over a bench, this time, no restraints he just used his hand
on an already very sore butt to emphasise each word.

"I'm sorry Sir, I will never disobey you again, Sir."

That was the last time Samson had to chastise Guy. During the next week he
became a more than adequate cock sucker and also learnt how to pleasure
another male. He learnt not to move when he was fingered and he was told
how to use his muscles when he was fucked.

"The master intends to take your cherry in front of his friends, and
probably his uncle. You were supposed to be working for the uncle so he'll
feel he needs to give him some entertainment to compensate him."

Guy was very definitely not happy with that, but what could he do.