Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2016 05:25:12 +0000
From: Bastian Ward <meetingfrogs@outlook.com>
Subject: THIRD CHAPTER TO THE SILO

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CHAPTER 4

MORE LESSONS



Tomas tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but someone kept persisting
in shaking his shoulder.  In the end whoever it was gave up, shaking his
shoulder, and slapped him hard on the arse instead, which had the desired
effect.  He shot up and ended up cracking his skull on the top bunk, which
served to remind Tomas of where he actually was.  He looked up at the naked
stud standing by his bed, "'bout fuckin' time.  We're late, get the fuck up
and help me shave."  With that he stalked off into the toilet area, with
Tomas, rubbing his head and arse trailing behind him.

The other eight slaves were already there, shaving each other.  Tomas'
shower mate shoved him under the running water, he left him there for about
30secs then fished him out, he then proceeded to lather him up and shave
his entire body.  He shaved his face and head, then told him to display,
and while Tomas assumed the position he lathered and shaved his chest, abs,
pits, and then told him to let his arms down, which he shaved as well.
When he had finished the top half of Tomas he pushed him back under the
water and rinsed him off.  He pulled him back out of the shower, and
crouching in front of him, he proceeded to shave his pubic area paying
close attention to his cock and balls to ensure that he shaved every piece
of skin he could see.  He didn't want to leave any stubble for anyone to
find, it was more than his life was worth.  He told Tomas to bend over and
spread his cheeks, which Tomas did, and his shower mate shaved his expose
hole.  His shower mate then moved down his legs and finished Tomas off by
shaving his feet.  He pushed Tomas back into the shower to rinse off, then
when Tomas jumped out of the shower, his shower mate jumped in and Tomas
performed the same service on his shower mate that his shower mate had just
performed on him.  But when it came to shave around his pubic area, Tomas
was reluctant to touch his cock and balls, till the slave slapped him up
the side of the head.  "Just touch mi bloody cock.  It's not gunna bite ya,
for fucks sake.  We're slaves, for christ sake.  Haven't ya learnt that
yet?  Our bodies aren't our own, anymore.  Now fuckin' pick mi cock up and
shave the fuckin' thing."

Tomas reluctantly picked up the other slaves cock and shaved around it and
his balls.

When they had finished with their toilet, Tomas was sent upstairs to shower
one of the guards.  He found his guard was in his bathroom already, sitting
on the toilet, "You're late slave."  He growled, "I don't like being kept
waiting," he said as he stood up. He bent over and told Tomas to wipe his
arse.

Tomas balked at the idea of wiping someone else's butt, but what choice did
he have?  He was a slave now.  This was his life, wiping someone else's
butt.  So he wiped the guards arse until he couldn't see anything left.
The guard told him to run the shower and set the temperature to almost hot,
which Tomas did.  While the shower was heating up, the guard told Tomas to
help him undress.  Tomas checked the temperature of the water and indicated
to the guard that he thought it was Ok, the guard complained that it was a
bit cool, so Tomas hastened to turn the temperature up a bit more for him.

While the guard was standing under the water he told Tomas to get in the
shower with him.  Tomas just looked at him, "You fuckin' stupid slave!  How
the fuck are you supposed to wash me if you're standing out there?  Now,
get the fuck in here," he shouted.

Tomas walked into the shower stall with the guard, and the guard told him
to wash his back.  The guard told him he wasn't using enough pressure, so
Tomas scrubbed harder.  When he'd washed his back, to the guards'
satisfaction, he told Tomas to get his razor and give him a shave.  Tomas
got out of the shower stall and fetched the guards' razer from off the
vanity unit, as well as the shaving cr?me.  He lathered the guards face and
proceeded to shave him very carefully, so as not to nick him.

The guard instructed Tomas on how to wash his face and chest; he lifted his
arms so that he had access to his pits and the sides of his abdomen and the
undersides of his arms.  He told Tomas to wash his genitals next, so Tomas
hunkered down in front of the guard and tentatively started to wash his
cock and balls.  The guard told him to use more pressure, but when Tomas
still wasn't pressing hard enough for the guards' liking, he hit Tomas on
the side of the face so that Tomas fell out of the shower stall.  "Are you
fuckin' stupid or what?" the guard roared at Tomas, "get the fuck back in
here and wash my cock properly, you fuckin' moronic slave, and don't forget
to wash under mi foreskin."

Tomas scampered back into the stall and started to wash his cock again,
ensuring he washed under his foreskin, and Tomas noticed that the guards'
cock was starting to grow under his ministrations.  Poor Tomas didn't know
what to do, he'd barely touch another man's cock in his life, and now for
the second time today he's had to wash another man's cock, but this time he
was being confronted by a rapidly growing erection.  So Tomas gamely
continued washing the man's growing cock, as if he had been doing it all
his life.  "Are you really that fuckin' stupid, slave?  I have a NEED, now,
what are you going to do about it?" he said as he glared down at Tomas.

Tomas just looked helplessly back up at the guard.

"Oh, for fucks' sake," with that the guard grabbed Tomas by the ears and
forced his cock down his throat, "if I feel so much as one tooth scrape mu
cock your goin' to be the sorriest fuckin' slave this place has ever seen."
With that the guard continued to ram his cock down Tomas' virgin throat,
totally ignoring the chocking sounds coming from Tomas as he tried to
accommodate the cock down his throat.  The Guard just pumped away at him
until he shot his load down Tomas' throat, with the warning that he had
better not waste so much as one drop of the guards' cum.

Tomas was glad he was kneeling under the running water, so that the guard
couldn't see him crying while his mouth was being raped for the first time.

After the guard had finished he had Tomas wash his legs and arse.  To
ensure Tomas had washed his arse properly, he had Tomas clean his arse
again with his tongue making sure that Tomas really drilled deeply into his
hole to ensure it was all nice and clean.  The only thing left for Tomas to
do now was to wash the guards' hair.

Having finished in the shower, the guard instructed Tomas on how to dry him
properly and to apply the guards' deodorant to his satisfaction.  Using the
hair dryer he dried the guards' hair and styled it as per the guards'
instructions.  He assisted the guard to get dressed, including kissing his
cock before tucking it into his underwear.  Finally dressed and ready to
go, the guard told Tomas to clean his bathroom, make is bed, clean his
room, then before he left, the guard told him to find the useless slave he
was with, and tell the slave that he needs to be 'dressed'.

Tomas just wanted to sit on the floor and cry.  He was beginning to
understand why their subs had cried after some of the stuff he and his
ex-friends made them do.  Then, he thought it was hilarious, but not now.
He tried putting his fingers down his throat so he could puke up the
guards' semen, but he couldn't make himself sick, no matter how hard he
tried.  So in the end he just gave up.  He towelled himself dry, cleaned up
the bathroom, made the guards bed and cleaned his room, and went in search
of the slave he met yesterday to tell him he was allowed to get dressed,
finally.

He found the slave in the room he'd met him in yesterday, and told him,
somewhat smugly, that he was supposed to get dressed and asked him where
he'd find some clothes to put on.  The slave just looked at him, somewhat
incredulously, then shaking his head he told Tomas to follow him.  They
went back down to the slaves' area and into some kind of storeroom.

"So where are the clothes I'm supposed to wear?"  Asked Tomas.

"Are you really that thick, or is this all just an act?"  Asked the slave,
incredulously, as he turned on him.

Tomas just looked at him.  "I don't understand?" he stated to say.

The slave shook his head and, turned back to a set of shelves and looked
through some of the boxes that were on one of the shelves.  The slave let
out a derisive bark of laughter, "here we are."  He said as he held a box
aloft. "It's the largest one I can find.  I hope it won't be too
uncomfortable for you," he said with mock sincerity.  He knelt down in
front of Tomas as he opened the box.  Tomas could see the only things in
the box were some moulded plastic things.  "Um, where are my clothes?" he
asked.

"Oh, just shut up!"  The slave said as his patience was beginning to wear
thin. "What don't you understand about what is going on here?" he asked
Tomas as he looked up at him, "you're a slave!  End of story.  All the
guards and Masters can do whatever the fuck they like to us, and there
isn't a single thing any of us can do about it.  Get it?  Oh, by the way my
back is feeling better.  Thanks for asking!"

Tomas had the good grace to blush, while he stood there in abject silence,
meanwhile the slave lubbed up his cock and worked his nuts and cock through
a plastic ring he'd got out of the box.  The slave grabbed his cock and
stuffed it, non to gently, into a tube device he'd pulled out of the box as
well.  When he'd finally got most of Tomas' cock into the sheath the slave
locked it onto the ring that was around the base of his cock and balls.
"What the fuck's this?"  Exclaimed Tomas.

"This," the slave replied, "is your chastity device.  Now before you open
your fuckin' stupid mouth again.  Just shut the fuck up and listen for a
change.  It is there so you can't masturbate," he held up his hand to
forestall Tomas' protests, "the only people who can 'play' with your cock.
The only people, who can let you cum, are our Masters, and the guards.
This is here to remind you of that, and to prevent you from wanking
whenever you feel like it.  I'm lucky our Master didn't notice yesterday or
"I'd have got a bigger whipping yesterday?"

"But how can I pee with this on?  How can I take it off?"

"Oh, fuck," the slave said, as he grabbed hold of the chastity device and
twisted it around, cruelly, so that Tomas could see that there was a slit
at the end of the device, and because his cock was so big his foreskin was
being forced through the slit at the end. "You don't take it off you moron!
Please don't tell me you still don't get it," he asked incredulously, "only
the Masters have the keys to the locks.  They are the only ones who can
remove your chastity device.  No one else is allowed to remove it?"

"But what about in the shower.  How am I supposed to wash it?"

"Oh, fuck me!  YOU don't wash it.  YOU will never get to wash your own cock
again.  Get it?  Only another slave is able to wash YOUR cock.  YOU ARE A
SLAVE.  Get used to it!"  Saying that the slave let go of Tomas' cock and
told him to follow.

Now not only did Tomas have to deal with trying to walk with a chain
hanging down between his legs, that kept wrapping itself around one leg or
other and pulling on the piercing site cruelly.  But now he had to walk
around with a chastity device on his cock which seemed to increase the
weight of his cock tenfold, as well as rubbing on the skin at the base of
his cock and balls with every step he took.  Realising he wouldn't get any
sympathy from anyone; he manned up and gamely followed the other slave as
he led the way out of the storeroom and upstairs. The slave took him to the
kitchen and left him standing at the door, after warning him not to move of
his spot until the chef gave him permission to enter. Eventually the chef
noticed him standing at the door, and told him to work with one of the
other slaves, who in turn was told to teach Tomas what to do.

So that was what Tomas' days consisted of for the first week, he was woken
by his shower buddy, who used a hair dryer to dry his cock in the cage from
now on.  Tomas then went and showered his guard, but had to dry his own
cock with a hair dryer when he had finished, and he went and reported for
work in the kitchen, where he learnt to do dishes, prepare the food, and to
serve the food to his Masters at meal-times, and how to clean up
afterwards.  During the second week Tomas was assigned to another guard
he'd finally learned how to attend to his first guard and fulfil all his
needs.  Now Tomas was having regular, daily bondage sessions, added to all
his other duties, so Tomas was gradually getting used to his new station in
life and didn't rail quite so much at the unfairness he felt at his new
life.

*******

Two and half months after Tomas first arrived at the farm, he was up to his
last guard.  He was told that when he could shower him correctly he would
be moved onto the auxiliary staff at the farm, and then move onto the
Masters.

He was on his way to the kitchen, after he'd finished showering his latest
guard, when he was waylaid by one of the other slaves' who told him he
wasn't going to the kitchen today.  He was supposed to help transport one
of the Masters around the farm in the jig; the slave led him back down to
the slaves' level and in one of the cupboards in the storage was full of
crude leather shoes, which were just a little bit more than closed over
sandals.  Tomas was told to find a pair in his size.  When they were both
shod, the slave took Tomas outside for the first time since he had entered
the house two and a half months ago.  By now Tomas was so comfortable in
his nudity that he didn't bat an eye going outside naked.

The other slave led him back into the shed that Tomas had first seen when
he had been released from his box, and as they were there on their own,
Tomas looked around the very large shed.  There was a truck parked there
with the roller door open, and Tomas could see racks were the boxes could
be stored with the slaves for transport.  Against the wall he could see
about 100 boxes that he assumed were all used to transport slaves, just
like he, and the other slaves he arrived with, had been transported in.
Against the other wall there were some carts, wagons, and jigs.

Tomas asked the other slave where the horses were kept, and the other slave
laughed at him.  "You're joking right?" he said, but then he must have
thought about it for a minute, "Oh, right.  You haven't been outside the
house have you?"

"No, why?" Tomas asked.

"There are no horses here?"

"Then how are they supposed to ride in the jig?" he asked.

The slave just stood and looked at him for a bit.  "Seriously after all the
time you've been here, you still haven't worked out how all this works yet?
Seriously?"

Tomas just stood looking at him uncomprehendingly.  The slave took Tomas
over to the wall where a lot of harnesses were hanging, taking one down he
handed it to Tomas, "here. This is for you?" he said as he took another one
off the wall for himself.

"You don't mean that we are going to pull the jig, do you?"

"Give the slave a gold fuckin' star!  Of course we are going to pull the
jig.  Why use horses, or tractors, or any kind of vehicle for that matter,
when you have all the slaves you could possibly want to use instead!"  With
that the slave showed Tomas how to but on his harness, he selected a bridle
for Tomas as well and helped Tomas to put it in, making sure that the
tongue depressor went on top of his tongue.  The slave also connected the
reins to his bridle as well.  When the slave deemed them both to be ready
he took Tomas over to the jig and showed him how to connect everything to
the shafts of the jig.  There was even a hook for the chain that hung from
his guiche to be clipped to, as they didn't want him to be tripped up by it
and have an accident.  When the slave was happy that everything was
connected properly, he got Tomas to walk around the shed for a bit while he
got used to pulling the jig.  Tomas soon got used to it and was walking in
step with the other slave, the slave told Tomas that he thought he was
ready so, he put on his own bridle, and together they pulled the jig out of
the shed into the yard and waited for their Master or guard to arrive.

They waited for about 30mins before they heard someone come out of the
house and get into the jig, and pick up to the reins.  While Tomas was
getting ready to walk off with the other slave and take the Master wherever
he wanted to go, his concentration was broken when he felt someone put
their hand on his right buttock and say, "G'day, buddy.  Don't you look
fantastic!"

Tomas' head almost snapped around at the sound of Teds' voice, as he'd
dreamed of the day they'd meet, if they ever met, and what he'd planned to
say and do to the man he hated most in the whole world, but now his
training prevented him from having the reaction he'd always dreamed and
hoped for.  Instead he continued to look straight ahead, as though Ted had
never spoken at all.

Ted looked up at the Master who was waiting in the jig for him, "Man, you
really do train your slaves well here, don't you?"  Tomas inwardly cringed
at the sound of that word coming out of Ted's mouth. Ted stood back and
drank in the sight of his former friend standing harnessed in the jig.
Totally hairless, except for his eyebrows, and with a chastity device
attached to his cock so he couldn't masturbate.  "I had no idea you'd look
so fuckin' hot.  Christ, if I had known you'd look this fuckin' hot.  I
would have shaved you myself years ago, and say, I do love the chastity
device."  Ted asked the Master how long he'd been wearing the chastity
device for, and the Master told him that he'd worn it from the first day.
Ted uttered a low 'fuck me', as he ran his hands over Tomas' body
appreciatively, feeling all the muscles under his velvety skin, and reached
down and cupped and fondled his big nuts.  Then slapping him hard on the
butt, Ted walked back and got up into the jig.

With a flick of the whip, to get the slaves moving, they were off, because
the slaves were houseboys they didn't travel all over the thousand acre
farm.  Instead they went along a track that had been cut into the mountain
and bush that offered a view of the most of the farm.  Stopping the slaves
from time to time the Master showed Ted the general layout of the farm, and
the Master explained that they had approximately a thousand head of slaves
on the farm at the moment, and that no slave was kept at the farm for
longer than 10-11 months.  He told Ted that if he and his associates could
guarantee a steady supply of new slaves, then they would have to think
about acquiring more land and then they'd be able to increase the output of
their other produce.  Pointing up the sides of the mountains and showed Ted
the wind turbines that they'd installed, in part to generate electricity
for the farm, and any extra electricity they produced, they sold back into
the grid, and helped power one of the local towns.

Ted was looking out at the fields and paddocks and asked the Master what
kinds of mounts the guards were riding on.  The Master smiled, and giving
Ted a set of binoculars, told him to look closer.  Ted gave a low whistle,
"Are they slaves?"

"Of course they are.  All our field slaves are conditioned to the saddle
and can carry their masters all day, if they are treated properly.  Our
slaves take the place of any other livestock used for such purposes on
other farms."

Ted gave a low whistle, as the Master turned the jig around and they headed
back to the big house, and the Master continued to inform Ted that they
condition all their slaves not to speak unless they have been given
permission to do so.  Ted was trying to pay attention, but he was
mesmerized by the sight of the naked form of Tomas, as he ran in front of
him pulling the jig, and he loved watching Tomas' arse bouncing around.
"Do you condition your slaves to have sex with men," Ted asked, somewhat
thickly.

"Of course we do," laughed the Master, "what's the point of having all this
livestock walking around if we don't make use of it.  Fuck man, we're not
monks here," he laughed, "all our slaves are taught how to pleasure a man,
or woman for that matter.  Yes, it would have to be a mighty fine slave
that we don't break in.  Now you take that slave you sold us, for example,
he came to us a virgin, and he is such a nice piece of flesh that we've
decided that we are going to keep his virginity.  We all stand to make a
fortune out of him."

"What!" exclaimed Ted.  "But I wanted to fuck him.  That was one of the
main reasons I sold him into slavery in the first place?"

"Oh, no Ted," the Master said indulgently, "this is one of the things you
have to learn about the slave trade.  Virgins and I mean true virgins, like
that slave there," he said as he indicated Tomas with his whip, "bring a
huge premium on the open market.  The buyers in the Middle East, for
example go absolutely ape when they can get their hands on a virgin white
slave.  They like the pleasure of breaking them in themselves.  No one here
is going to touch that slave.  But we are teaching him how to pleasure his
betters; all our slaves are taught how to pleasure their betters."

Ted sulked a bit until the Master asked him how he got the money to buy
into their operation.  So for the rest if the trip back to the big house
Ted explained how he'd got the idea to sell Tomas into slavery from talking
to Stieg on the night they had sold their very first slave.  In fact, Ted
confided to the Master, how it was really all Tomas' doing, he was the one
who found the site on the dark web in the first place.  He was the one who
convinced all the guys that they should sell their conquests when they'd
finished with them.  He was the one who put up the deposit so they could
sell their first slave, and while Ted really wasn't sold on the idea of
selling Tomas into slavery, Ted explained it was the fact that Tomas had
got himself pierced with a guiche, well that seemed to prove that he must
have wanted to be sold into slavery, didn't it.  All he had to do was agree
to be Tomas next of kin.  Tomas was the one who insisted that Ted have
Enduring power of Attorney.  The hard part of the plan was going to get
Tomas to get the required physical in order to get the death cert so he
could be sold.  It was a sheer fluke that Tomas told him he didn't have any
life insurance, so then it didn't take too much effort to get him to have
the physical done.  So with everything gifted to Ted, there was nothing to
stop him from selling Tomas, so that's what he did.

Ted cracked up laughing when he explained to the Master, the look on Tomas'
face when he realised that he'd been sold into slavery.  For the rest of
the trip he explained to the Master how he'd divorced his partner, before
she realised that he was now worth a couple of million, yes he's keeping
all the money in Tomas' bank account so her lawyers can't find it.  They
have modified Tomas' old house, now that Ted owns it, so they can keep
slaves in the underground garage until they are ready to sell them.

As they pulled into the yard, Ted exclaimed that this was all made possible
because of Tomas insisting that they sell their conquests as slaves.  The
two men laughed together as they went into the house, while the slaves put
the jig back in the shed, and put everything back where they had got it
from.  Neither slave said anything to each other.  What was there to say?
There was a part of Tomas deep down inside that wanted to rail at the
unfairness of it all, but he could also see how big a part he'd played in
his decent into slave hood.  His conditioning wouldn't let him say or do
anything about it, now, without permission.

Later that day Tomas went to one of the dungeon rooms for one of his daily
bondage sessions and stood, on display, in the middle of the room.  He
heard some people enter the room and walk towards him.  He felt someone run
their hand down his back and over his arse.  "Today, Ted is the first day
that this slave will have his chastity device removed.  It's been almost
two and a half months since it arrived and it has been caged that entire
time.  Normally we would wait for another month or so, but seeing as you
were the one who sold it to us, and as you are here for the week.  I
thought we'd see just how well it's taken to its' training."  With that the
Master produced a key from his pocket and unlocked the chastity device from
Tomas' cock, and for the first time in two and a half months his cock was
able to hang down to its' full length.  Tomas, due to his training didn't
utter a sound, or show relief, or pleasure at having his cock released in
anyway.

"Now," the Master continued to talk to Ted who was standing behind Tomas,
"all slave are subjected to, at least daily bondage sessions, particularly
at the start of their training.  Towards the end of their time with us,
before we sell them, they can be subjected to 3-4 bondage sessions daily.
We do this so we know that all our slaves will be able to perform all the
duties that their new owners will expect of them, and of course, live up to
our high standards.

Now, as it is the first time this particular slave has had his chastity
device removed, let's see how it performs, shall we."

"Slave get hard," the Master said, but Tomas wasn't quite sure what he
meant, until the Master flicked his cock with the riding crop he had in his
hand, while he repeated the order, "I told you, slave, to get hard.  Now
let me see you obey, boy!"

Still there was no response from Tomas.  The Master seemed to be expecting
this, as he walked calmly over to the back wall and got a smaller whip.  He
stood off to the side of Tomas, but still facing him, he started to whip
his cock and balls with the tiny whip.  "I am going to keep whipping your
cock and balls, boy until you get hard. NOW, get hard," the Master roared
at Tomas as he continued to whip his cock and balls.  Not really sure why
it was happening, but Tomas did find that he was glad about it, his cock
started to get hard under the ministrations of the Master and his whip,
until it was stand erect, pointing almost straight up his abdomen.

"Fuck me," exclaimed Ted under his breath, as he came around Tomas to see
if he actually obeyed the command.

"By the time it leaves here it will be able to get an erection on command,
or lose it just as quickly on command.  We expect full obedience from our
slaves in everything."

Ted gave a low, appreciative, whistle.

"Now," continued the Master to Tomas, "I expect you to maintain your
erection throughout this session.  Is that understood?  Speak."

"Yes, Master."

"Now," he continued, addressing Ted, "when we do a session with a slave, it
is most important to have control over ourselves as well.  We do not want
to maim or mark our slaves in any way, as that, then, drops the sale value
of our livestock.  Do you understand?"

Ted could only nod; he hadn't been able to look away from Tomas erect cock.
The Master noticed Ted's reaction, and a smirk spread over his face, as he
shook his head slightly.

'Now, slave let's begin," with that the Master grabbed a leather strap, and
proceeded to beat Tomas' back and torso, while Tomas remained rooted to the
spot, nor did he flinch from his Masters beating.  A light sheen of sweat
began to appear all over Tomas' body.  The Master spared a glance at Ted's
crotch and he could see that Ted was rock hard and leaking precum in his
pants.  Meanwhile, Tomas still maintained his erection, as per his Masters
instructions.  When the Master grew tired of beating Tomas with the strap,
he tied him, with his back to a cross attached to the wall, and gave him
permission to lose his erection, which took some doing on Tomas' part, but
he did manage it, eventually.  He then outlined his pectoral muscles with
pegs, and continued down in a line on each side of his abdomen, and then
across the bottom of his abdomen.  So now his six pack was now nicely
outlined by pegs.  He put three pegs on each pap, and did a line of pegs
down the top of his penis.  He used three pegs to hold his foreskin closed,
and finished up running a line of pegs down the sides of his scrotum until
his scrotum was ringed with pegs.  Having finished applying all the pegs he
retrieved the riding crop and proceeded to flick the pegs at odd intervals.

Tiring of that, the Master ditched the riding crop and started to flick the
pegs with his fingers, alternating with rubbing whole sections, of pegs,
with his hands.  By now Tomas was drenched in sweat, and Ted was leaking so
much precum, that he had a very noticeable wet patch on his pants.  Tiring
of the game, the Master started to pull the pegs of singly, or in groups of
twos or threes, until there were no pegs left on Tomas' body except for his
pecs and foreskin.  The Master got a leather strap and started to beat
Tomas around the chest, abdomen, and legs, until his body glowed, not only
with sweat, but with a nice red colour.

The Master untied Tomas and turned him around and retied him spreadeagled
to the wall and proceeded to beat Tomas on his back, arse, and legs.

The Master returned the strap to its position on the wall.  He tied Tomas
up, starting with his ankles and working the ropes up his body until he had
secured his entire body right up to his neck.  He put a ball gag and
blindfold on Tomas.  Laid him on the floor, and turning off the light, left
Tomas on his own.

When they were outside the dungeon room, the Master suggested to Ted that
he might like to get changed before he meets up with everyone for lunch.
"What I really would like to do is fuck Tomas right now," replied Ted.

The Master sighed, "My dear boy," he said laying his hand lightly on Teds'
arm, "as I told you, here at the farm, it is all about teaching our slaves
their place and station in life.  In turn we sell them when we think they
are ready on the 'open market', to the highest bidder.  The slave in
there," he continued, indicating Tomas, "is worth more as a 'virgin' than
as a common house slave.  We estimate that we could get $125,000.00 just
for his virginity alone.  So if you want to pay for his virginity, you are
more than welcome.  But, rest assured that $125,000.00 is the absolute
minimum we would accept for his virginity, and if you want it that badly,
then you would have to bid against the rest of the Masters.  We do expect a
good market price, and you bidding on your own would not produce a good
market value, now would it?"

Ted conceded the point, and went and got changed for lunch.  The Master
watched him go, feeling nothing but contempt for the man, who had no
problem with selling his friend into slavery.  The Master had to admit that
Tomas was the best piece of man flesh they'd had the pleasure of breaking
and training in a long time, and he should truly fetch a fine price on the
blocks.  No, it was the fact that Ted had no self-control; he lusted too
much after his former friend to be able to make good business decisions
where he was concerned.  Ted still didn't understand that they were giving
their slaves a better life, what could be better for a slave than to serve
those who are better than them?

Tomas' training continued, learning how to have an erection on command and
maintaining it until he was commanded to let it go.  He was having bondage
sessions three times a day now, it became as no surprise to Ted, if he
'happened' to be in one of the dungeons, to find Tomas suspended from the
ceiling, or tied to the wall.  Lying on the floor bound from head to foot
and covered in wax, or tied up somewhere with weights tied to his nuts,
cock or tits, or even to see him walking around the house with weights tied
to his nuts.  He did notice that Tomas had adopted the slightly wider
stance, particularly when he was walking to accommodate the chain that
permanently hung from his guiche.

Ted did try to be present for Tomas' bondage sessions, for a number of
reasons, he loved seeing Tomas being used and abused, and he couldn't help
but get turned on by seeing his former friend being beaten, tied up,
covered in wax, or restrained in other ways.  Ted decided that seeing Tomas
mummified, with only his face visible, with his blindfold on, and his
genitals free, was a huge turn on.  When he discovered Tomas lying on the
bench mummified for the first time, he couldn't help himself, he just has
to go in, to 'admire' the Masters handiwork of course, but secretly he also
wanted to play with Tomas' cock and balls.  To feel the silky smoothness of
his hairless ball bag, as he rolled his nuts in his hand, and applied more
and more pressure on his nuts.  He wondered how much pressure he would have
to apply to make Tomas break his training and cry out in pain, but he
couldn't make him cry out in pain.  No matter how much pressure he applied
to his nuts.  He stopped when he thought he was going to break his nuts,
and he thought of the money this stud was going to bring him, the money
this stud had already brought him.

Letting go of Tomas' nuts he stated to fondle his cock instead.  Rolling
back his foreskin to expose the glands of his cock, and watched it
glistening wetly in the dim light.  Letting go of his foreskin so it could
roll back and cover Tomas' cock head again, Ted decided to try and push as
much of his cock as he could back into Tomas' abdomen.  When he'd made
Tomas' cock as small as he could, with his free hand he pulled Tomas' ball
bag over the top of his cock, so it looked like Tomas only had a mound
instead of the huge cock and balls Ted was use to seeing on him.  Ted
wondered if the Masters would ever allow him to sew his cock into his ball
sack as a permanent arrangement, but rightly decided that it would diminish
his resale value.  Not wanting to be caught playing with Tomas genitals he
reluctantly left Tomas alone, and went off to find the Master who was
teaching him all the bookwork that was required in purchasing, maintaining,
and ultimately selling a slave.

All up, it actually took Ted two weeks to learn all the paperwork that was
required, instead of the week he thought it would originally, he also had a
computer program to download to his computer, but Ted always found time
daily to slip away and find Tomas being restrained in one of the dungeons
somewhere.  The day he found Tomas bound outside, Ted almost shot his load
on the spot.  He was bound by his hands to a post with some kind of a
contraption strapped to his leg with the other leg tied up to the post as
well, so Tomas was effectively standing only on one leg.  He was
blindfolded and had a ball gag in his mouth.  Ted found a remote control
hanging around Tomas' neck with a note attached to it, which read 'Please
use me', and when ted pushed one of the buttons he could hear the electric
shock that the device attached to Tomas' leg was delivering to Tomas.  Ted
thought that the bondage sessions they did to Tomas in the dungeons was the
hottest thing he had ever seen, but this, this, having Tomas bound to the
post like this, out in the open for just anyone who wanted to, be they
Masters, Guards, or auxiliary staff, to use Tomas as they went past.  Has
to be the hottest thing Ted has experienced yet.

What Ted didn't know, was that there were close-circuit cameras set up all
through the house, and the grounds as well, so the Masters knew exactly
what Ted has been doing to Tomas, and what he has fantasised about doing to
Tomas.  Not that the Masters cared one iota about what Ted did to Tomas, if
he wanted to make the weights that were tied to Tomas' cock and balls
swing, when he thought no one was watching, what did they care.  But they
wanted to make sure that Ted didn't give in to his desire to fuck Tomas
that the Masters could not allow to happen, Tomas was to valuable a slave
to let anything like that happen to him.