Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2016 00:47:41 +0000
From: Bastian Ward <meetingfrogs@outlook.com>
Subject: CHAPTER 4 THE SILO

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CHAPTER 4

Ted


It was Teds' last day at the 'farm', and as usual he was woken by one of
the slaves sucking his cock.  He lazily rolled onto his back to give the
slave better access.  He laid there with his eyes closed, thinking to
himself, 'that he had to start to get their slaves to wake him up like this
when he got home.  Damn, it sure was a fuckin' fine way to start the day'.
He opened his eyes, and as his eyes grew accustomed to the light, he
glanced down at the slave who had just swallowed his cock right down to its
root, and was lapping at the base of his cock and ball bag.  'Fuck he,' he
thought, 'this has to be heaven.'

Just then the slave had pulled up off his cock, just enough to grab a quick
breath, and as he was going down on his cock again; Ted just happened to
see a flash of his golden eyebrows.  "Fuck," Ted exclaimed, "mate, if I'd
have known you were this good a cocksucker, buddy, we'd of started doing
this a long time ago.  Oh, yeah! Hey mate, I want to see you're enjoying
this, so get your fuckin' cock hard.  And I mean now, boy.  Oh, fuck?"

Whatever else Ted was going to say was lost in the pleasure of the feelings
emanating from his cock, as Tomas dove down on his cock again.  Ted gave up
trying to talk; besides, Tomas was only a slave, now, after all.  So he
just laid back on his pillow, while Tomas continued to suck his cock, he
moved his foot down so that he could play with Tomas' ball bag, while
occasionally checking that Tomas' cock did in fact stay hard the entire
time.

Before he knew it, Teds' cock exploded and he shot his load of hot ropey
cum down Tomas' throat, but still Tomas continued to suck Teds' cock, and
Ted could feel him sucking the last of the cum out of his cock.  Ted got
lost in the sensations that Tomas was creating, while he was sucking Teds'
cock.  So much so that Ted was caught off guard with the need to pee, and
without thinking, he just let it go.  To his amazement Tomas swallowed
every last drop and at full force too, as Ted had been too surprised to
slow the stream down.  Ted was blown away, not just by the fact that
anyone, let alone his formerly 'straight as a die' friend, would
voluntarily drink someone else's urine.  But, probably more so by the fact
that he was able to drink it all without losing so much as a single drop.

When he'd finished peeing, he continued to lay there while his softening
cock remained in Tomas' warm moist mouth, and Ted just stayed there
thinking about the service his former friend had performed for him.  Ted
slowly became aware of his pubic hair being moved by the air passing in and
out of his former friend's nostrils.  'Fuck,' he thought, 'I have so missed
out with you, haven't I mate.  If I'd only know you were this good a
fuckin' cocksucker and slave; mate, I would never have sold you.  Man that
was such a great high.'  He was about to reach down and pull Tomas up into
a very passionate kiss, but stopped himself, just in time.  When he
remembered that Tomas had just drunk his piss, and that thought changed his
mind, and he started to gag with the thought of it.

So instead he told Tomas to get his shower ready, and Ted got out of bed,
and followed Tomas' perfect bubble butt into the bathroom.  Wishing his own
arse looked half as good as Tomas', he was sure he could bounce a coin off
Tomas' firm arse if he wanted to.

With some effort, he pushed those thoughts aside as he went to the loo, and
after Tomas had wiped his arse clean for him, he stepped into the shower
that Tomas had already started, and stood there while Tomas washed him from
head to toe, paying particular attention to his groin, and arse.  Ted could
feel himself getting aroused, suddenly braking out of his riviere, he
looked down at Tomas, and could see that he was still hard.  Ted realised
that Tomas had probably been hard this whole time, because he'd forgotten
to give Tomas permission to get rid of his erection.  He told Tomas to get
rid of his erection, and watched in fascination, as Tomas' cock slowly
deflated before his very eyes.

Tomas had finished washing Ted and was drying him off, Ted bent over so
that Tomas could dry his arse, when without being told, Tomas rimmed his
arse out, to ensure that he had in fact cleaned every speck of shit from
it.  Having rimmed him out to Ted's satisfaction he dried his arse and then
finished drying the rest of him.  Tomas very quickly towelled himself dry,
and assisted Ted to get dressed in the clothes that he was going to wear
back to Melbourne.  Ted went to get breakfast, without so much as a
backward glance at Tomas, who stayed behind to finish cleaning Ted's room,
and pack his clothes and belongings for his trip home.

When Tomas had finished cleaning Teds' room, and backing his belongings, he
went back down to the slave's level and got on with the rest of his day.

**********

Ted thanked the Masters for their hospitality, and the Masters said that
they hoped that this was only the beginning of their long and happy
partnership.  Ted jumped into his car and began the long drive back to
Melbourne.

As it was coming into the end of summer; the drive through the Grampians
was very picturesque, with the leaves just beginning to turn on some of the
trees.  Because, he'd spent the past fortnight surrounded by, almost
nothing but, naked males, who jumped to fulfil his every command, want,
need, and, or desire, as he was driving through Halls Gap he couldn't stop
fantasising about which of the males, he saw passing him in the street,
he'd want to have as a slave and force them to do his bidding.  But all he
managed to do was to make himself horny again, and even though his former
friend had only serviced him a couple of hours ago, he really could have
done with him in the car right then.

In the end it got too much for poor Ted and he just had to pullover, and
there, on the side of the road, he jacked his cock until he'd cum for the
second time that morning, so he could concentrate on the drive home.  It
also made him marvel, yet again, about the amount of control the Masters
had over their slaves if they could teach a slave to have an erection, and
to get rid of it at will.  He supposed that the threat of punishment could
do that to a slave, or anybody else for that matter.  Ted didn't realise it
but he'd already started to think of the slaves as a whole lot of
livestock, animals, if you will, something that wasn't human anymore, and
Ted was beginning to feel the burden of owning so much livestock.

Not that he and the boys had a lot of slaves, fuck when he left Melbourne a
fortnight ago, there were only two slaves locked up in the garage, but he
was beginning to feel the full weight of the responsibility for them.  The
decisions he now had to make, for instance, is the slave too pleasing to
the eye, to be a common field hand?  Then he had to think about their
monetary value, for example, would they have gotten more money for their
slaves if they hadn't broken them in, no matter how much fun, he and the
boys had in breaking them in.

The power he felt over the slaves, of life and death, oh he knew that all
their slaves would have the required death certificate to finalise their
paperwork, but he was talking about the real power he had in his hands.  He
could literally kill the two slaves he had in the garage, and no one would
bat so much as an eye at him, fuck, so this is what it feels like to be a
god.  Master of all the slaves he owned, they had no choice, but to do what
he wanted, when he wanted, and for no other reason than the fact that he
wanted them to do it.

So Teds' thoughts flowed in this vain all the way home.  In fact he was so
caught up in this train of thought that he drove through Ararat, and had
even done the ring road around Ballarat, before he even realised where he
was.  For the rest of the trip back to Melbourne he made some plans of
changes he was going to do to the underground garage, when they got rid of
these two slaves that is.

Yes, he planned to extend the garage back under the backyard.  Make some
permanent rooms down there, so they had somewhere to keep their slaves
without anyone being the wiser.  Then they could get more guys, and turn
them into slaves.  Yes, he'd model it on the farm, why not start the slaves
conditioning while they were waiting for all the paperwork to be finalised.
That way, when they sold them they would fit into the routine at the farm
so much better; and why shouldn't he get woken up every day by one of the
slaves sucking his cock.  If he conditioned them right, fuck, he wouldn't
even have to get up and pee afterwards, he'd teach his slaves to like
drinking piss.  Fuck, he was their master; they'd do anything he told them
to.  Shave them of all their body hair, so they'd know their station in
life. Yes, this is the way they were going to go, and if the other guys
didn't like it, then fuck 'em, he's the boss, they could 'toe the fuckin'
line', or they could fuck off as far as he was concerned.

So by the time he got off the freeway and was driving through Carnegie he
was all fired up and burning with the inner light of the rightness of what
he was planning to do.  The first thing he'd do when he got home would to
go down to the garage to check on the slaves and take stock of their
conditioning, and just for the hell of it he raped one of them while he was
there.  He was their god.  He held their lives in his hands.  They would
worship him, no matter what.

Sated he went back upstairs and started to draw up his plans for the
extensions of the underground garage.  He wanted to kick their operation up
a gear, he knew that Tomas was something special; you don't find livestock
like him just walking around the streets now, did you?  Or did you?

*********

All the paperwork finally came through for their two slaves, so the boys
loaded them into the back of the van and drove them over to the Silo in
Tottenham.  While he was there he and Stieg went upstairs for a bit of a
chat, and he explained to Stieg his plans to expand their capacity to
capture and hold more livestock.  Stieg had nothing but praise for Teds'
ideas and plans to expand his operation.

Before the guys all piled into their respective vehicles, Ted told them
that they needed to have a meeting at his place tomorrow night, and when
they had all agreed they headed off on their separate ways.

The following evening they all congregated at Teds' house, it's funny how
quickly they thought of Tomas' house as Teds' house, he mused, but thinking
that their friend had died could do that to a person he supposed.  He was
wondering if he should tell the others what had actually happened to Tomas,
but wisely, he decided against it, he knew how protective his mates were
about Tomas.  Fuck, even he was protective of Tomas; that was why he'd made
him a slave in the first place, at least this way he'd be protected for the
rest of his life.  As long as he did what his masters wanted him to do that
is, he'd have no problems, and besides Tomas was one fine looking animal.
No one would want to hurt him, nor would they, and with that thought dying
in Ted's head, he dismissed Tomas from his mind for good.

When everyone had gotten themselves drinks and something to eat, Ted called
the meeting to order, and he outlined his plans to extend the garage, and
the reasons for wanting to have the work done.  The others sat and listened
to him intently, and sat in silence while they all mulled it over.

"Now, Ted," began Vince, "I do agree that extending the garage, and having
secret rooms, so we can keep the slaves secret, so that no one else can
find them, is a good idea.  But Ted," he hastened on before Ted or anyone
else could interrupt him, "we aren't at the part of the operation where the
slaves have been declared legally dead yet.  We're the ones taking all the
risks, grabbing these guys off the street?" he held up his hands to stop
the howls of protests from the other guys.  "Just hear me out, Ok.  That's
all I want.  When I've said my piece, then you guys can add to it if you
want.  Ok!"

As the other guys settled back down he continued, "if we grab the slaves
and bring them straight here, and keep them here until we get all the
required paperwork done, AND, get their guiches done and healed.  We're
looking at a period of about 2-3 months, and you can't tell me that no one
is going to come looking for these slaves.  I think if we do it that way,
then we are asking for a whole lotta trouble, and I for one, do not want
that kind of trouble coming down on me and my family.  And, I don't know
about you guys, but I'm still kinda hoping that Tomas is gunna come walking
through that door any day now, and tell us he's just back from a trip
overseas or something."

There were some nods and yeahs from the other guys.  'Fuck,' thought Ted,
'if they only knew.  Tomas was never going to walk back into their lives
ever again.  Not after he'd been sold.  Fuck, he'd probably not even remain
in the country after that,' and he mentally laughed at them all.

"Ok!  Ok!"  Said Ted, "I can understand how you all feel, Ok.  Fuck, he was
my best friend too, Ok!  Fuck he practically lived at my place, we were
like brothers.  Don't you think I miss him too?  Don't you think I wished
he'd never been riding his, fuckin' stupid bike, that night?  Don't you
think there isn't a day goes by that I don't miss the fucker?"  Teds' eyes
misted up, which he thought was a nice touch, besides, he really did miss
the fucker.  He gives such great head.

"Look, I'm sorry, Ted," said Vince, "we all know you loved him like the
brother you never had, and I'm sorry, I know his being in that accident
must have been really hard for you, and I didn't mean to bring it up again.
BUT, I don't think you're looking at this thing clearly here.  We can't
change our operation now, just because you've been to the 'farm' and seen
their operation.  We don't have the protection that they do with their
slaves' death certificates?"

"Yeah, I agree with Vince," Gabby broke in, "sorry to interrupt ya, Vince,
but I think we still need to keep our operation low key.  This is how too
many people have ended up in the shit in the past, because they got too big
for their boots and made stupid mistakes?"

There were some muttered agreements from the other guys.

"Ok!  Ok!  Ok!  Look, I understand where you guys are coming from; it's
partly being scared of the unknown.  I mean, who jumped at the chance to
sell the guys when we'd finished with 'em?  I'll tell you who," Ted
ploughed on before the guys could say anything, "Tomas!  That was who
thought we could really do this.  Tomas was the one who did the research"
he said holding his hand up to stop the other guys, "but it's all worked
out in our favour hasn't it?  We've now sold three slaves, and we should be
seeing our share of the profit from the first sale soon.  The money from
the sale of our first slave should be coming in any day now, and when you
add that to the money we stand to make off the two we sold tonight.  We are
all going to be fuckin' rich men. So, come on guys.  Don't wimp out on me
now.  If you don't want to do it for yourselves, then let's do it in memory
of Tomas!"

The guys eventually agreed with Ted, and after they had all gone over the
plans that Ted had for the extensions to the garage, and made suggestions
of improvements to it here and there, they all packed up and went home.
Leaving Ted to burn with his inner passion of building a bigger and better
operation than the Masters had, he might, if they were lucky, continue to
send them the odd slave, but what Ted really wanted to do was to cut out
the middle men.  To sell his own slaves on the open market.  To go into
completion against the Masters.  He'll show them; soon they will come
begging him to join his organisation.  Then he'll show them why they should
have let him pop Tomas' cherry.  Yes. He was god and they would be cowering
at his feet, and with that idea burning brightly in his mind he went to
bed, and dreamed of fucking, not only Tomas, but the Masters as well.

*********

It took four months to get the extensions done to the garage, and having it
all fitted out so that they could comfortably house their slaves there
without anyone noticing.  Of course they couldn't get the builders to
outfit the rooms with the built in bunks they'd need for the slaves, nor
could the builders outfit the dungeon they had planned for the slaves
either.  No, the builders just built the bare rooms for 'storage', Ted and
the boys had to employ other contractors to line the bare rooms with wood,
and build the bunks.  They then had to employ a specialist builder to
outfit the dungeon for them, but finally all the work was done, even the
backyard had been landscaped, so that no one knew that the rooms were even
there.

By now the boys were chaffing at the bit to go out and find themselves a
new 'slave', the boys were a bit torn as a group, because some of them just
wanted to go out and have some fun with any guy they could find.  While the
rest of them wanted to bring him back to the garage and enslave them
straight away.  Wisely Ted sided with the guys who wanted to just go out
and have fun, so reluctantly the other guys fell into line and off they
went.

So they headed off to Frankston to find a building site, which was their
usual hunting ground, as most of them were in the building industry, they
knew were a lot of the building sites were.  So they set themselves up and
waited to see if anyone would 'stumble' into their little 'party', but as
no one passed them by all night, grumbling they decided to call it quits
for the night.  Ted called them all together first and reminded them that
they weren't successful every night, and while there was some grumbling
amongst the guys they all reluctantly agreed that he was right.  So they
all headed home, after having promised each other that they would try again
in a few days.

Ted was feeling very unfulfilled, what, with having to wait for the garage
to be finished, and then having to cat around for a new hunting ground,
and, if he was really honest with himself, he desperately wanted to pop
Tomas' cherry.  Fuck, he just couldn't get that idea out of his head.  In
the end it got too much for Ted on the drive home, so he decided to pick up
a male prostitute and have some fun with him.  When he got home he did a
quick internet search and called up a male escort service, and while he
wasn't Tomas, in Teds' fantasy he was.  Ted took the guy down to the
dungeon and christened the new room with the prostitute.

He tied him to the wall and proceeded to whip him with a riding crop,
starting with his buttocks and moving up his back, until the prostitute had
a nice sheen of sweat, and red marks all up and down his back.  Ted changed
the whip for a paddle and proceeded to spank the prostitute, and Ted got so
caught up in what he was doing, that he started to call the prostitute
'Tomas'.

Shortly after starting to call the prostitute Tomas, both Ted and the
prostitute shot their load, Ted shot his thick ropey cum all over the
prostitutes back and legs, while the prostitute shot his load all over the
wall.  But still Ted was left with feeling very unfulfilled.  It didn't
push him over the edge, sure he'd cum, but he wanted more, he wanted some
kind of a contact with the prostitute, but not realising exactly what he
wanted or needed for that matter.  He let the prostitute loose, paid him
and showed him out after he'd got dressed.

Ted was left to wander through the house, not like some caged animal that
can only pace backwards and forwards in its cage.  No, Ted was more like a
displaced soul just drifting from place to place unable to find something
to anchor itself to, and not knowing where it could go now, or what it
could do.  Ted felt empty inside and couldn't work out why.

In the end he went bed.  It wasn't a conscience thought on his behalf, he
just found himself in his bedroom, which was formally Tomas' bedroom, and
Ted went to bed, in the bed that was formally Tomas'.  He was finding it
very hard to sleep, so he just laid there tossing and turning for most of
the night.  Sometime in the wee small hours of the morning he did
eventually drift off into a troubled sleep.  With dreams of him mastering
Tomas' arse, making him beg Ted to fuck him, or Ted was dreaming of forcing
his cock down Tomas' throat and just leaving it buried there until Tomas'
almost passed out, through lack of oxygen.  He also dreamed of beating
Tomas' until he was nothing but a bloody mess laying on the floor begging
for mercy.  The longer he slept the more violent his dreams became.  He
finished up dreaming of nailing Tomas' cock to the table, and then beating
him until Tomas pulled his cock off the nail that was tethering him to the
table.

Naturally this had an effect on Ted and his own cock, and Ted was woken by
his own cock erupting with such force that Ted felt it'd never stop.  When
he eventually came down from his incredible high, he couldn't touch his own
cock, it was too tender.  He had taken to sleeping naked, ever since he'd
left his missus, and while his cock was nowhere as big as Tomas', still
this morning, the weight of his cock just hanging between his legs, felt
heavier than he could bear.  So he grabbed a pair of his tighty whitey
boxers and put them on so he could cradle his cock against his abdomen, at
least it didn't hurt quite so much then.

He stripped his bed, because it just smelt so rank, well it did to him
anyway, so he gathered up his bedding and dumped it in the washing machine,
and turned it on.  He was aware of how rank he smelt as well, but he
desperately want a coffee, and thought he could put with his rank musky
smell, while he made the coffee he wanted so desperately wanted.  He sat
the kitchen table, drinking his coffee.  Then fortified by the caffeine, he
had a shower and cleaned himself up a bit.

He wasn't ready for the pain in his cock when the jet of water hit it, and
he almost jumped through the roof.  He quickly turned the water pressure
down a bit; to try and protect his poor abused cock, but found that he
couldn't even stand a light misty pressure on his cock.  So in the end he
stood outside of the flow of the water while he lathered himself up, taking
a lot of care with his poor sore cock.  Then when he'd lathered himself
with body wash, he gritted his teeth and jumped under the flow of water and
washed the body wash off himself.  Screaming, blue bloody murder, when the
water hit and bounced off his cock.  When he stepped out of the shower, he
thought that was the worst of it, until he grabbed his cock with the towel.
He must have passed out, because the next think he knew he came too laying
on the floor, with a throbbing headache, and aching cock.  He thought he
must have hit his head when he collapsed.  So while he was sitting on the
floor he dried as much of himself as he could, padding his cock dry as
gently as he could.  He grabbed his tighty whities off the floor, and not
caring that they were dirty, and a bit blood stained, he worked his legs
into them.  Then, gritting his teeth in preparation of the pain he knew was
coming, he grabbed the side of the vanity unit and hauled himself to his
feet.  Screaming his head off again when his cock knocked against his leg,
and then swung free on its own when he was almost on his feet.  In one fell
swoop he grabbed his undies and pulling them up one handed, and with his
free hand he very gently grabbed his poor abused cock and holding it
against his abdomen.  So as he pulled up his undies the rest of the way one
handed, and still holding his cock in place, he very gingerly pulled his
undies up over his cock.  Making some very quick, minor adjustments that he
needed to so that his cock didn't get caught up in anything, or held in the
wrong position, and breathed a sigh of relief when he'd finished adjusting
himself.  Without thinking about it he went to sit on the side of his bed
to pull his pants up, and came too sometime later, realising that he must
have passed out again.

At least this time he had been sitting on his bed, and he had ended up on
his back.  Very gingerly he checked his cock again, vainly hoping it was
not quite so sore this time, but when he pulled his hand away it had blood
on it.  So he wisely decided to wait for a bit longer before he tried to
stand up.  He must have had a sleep, because the next time he looked at his
bedside clock, a good hour and a half had gone by.  He thought he'd be Ok
to get up now, but he wisely decided to feel his cock first and see how it
was going, and unbelievably, it still hurt like holy hell.  Thankfully he'd
got his undies on so he just reached down his legs as far as he could, and
just managed to grab the top of his pants, and worked them as far up his
legs as he possibly could.  Having done as much as he could as he laid
down, he scooted to the edge of the bed as best he could, then kind of
rolled himself into a standing position.  His cock was still really sore,
but at least now he was in a standing position and he had his undies and
pants on.

He checked his cock, before he pulled his pants right up, and could see
that he had broken the skin on it in a few places, so whatever he had
dreamed he was doing to Tomas.  He must have been doing something really
rough to himself, 'fuck' he thought to himself, 'even when the bastards not
around he's causing me grief.'

He stayed in and had a very quiet day; standing up all day though wasn't
fun, so when his back and legs wanted a break he lay over the kitchen
bench, or over the dining room table.  By late in the afternoon, he though
his cock felt good enough to rub some lotion on it, and while his cock
still hurt like hell.  He did have to admit that it did feel a little
soothed after he had finished applying the lotion.  He cooked himself
something simple to eat for dinner, and very wisely decided to have an
early night.  He very gingerly dropped his pants and stepped out of them.
He decided not to remove his undies as, first he thought he might hurt his
poor cock too much, and secondly he thought that at least by wearing his
undies to bed it might provide a barrier so he couldn't get his hands on
his cock again during the night, to easily.

Thankfully he had a better night, he didn't think he dreamed at all, so he
was happy about that, and when he did a gentle exploration of his cock, he
didn't think it hurt quite as much.  While his cock did hurt when he threw
his legs over the side of the bed, it wasn't the excruciating pain like
yesterday.  So deciding he needed another quiet day, he went to the kitchen
and made himself some breakfast and a strong coffee.  Had a shower and but
some more lotion on his cock.  When he looked at his cock, while he was
putting some more lotion on, he thought that most of the splits in the skin
had scabbed over, but because it still hurt to just let it swinging free,
he grabbed another pair of tighty whitie undies. And as he was putting them
on he wondered when he'd got himself so many pairs of tighty whities.  He
was sure they really weren't his style, not that he was complaining today,
and he certainly didn't complain about them yesterday.  Then it dawned on
him where he'd got them, well, the truth of the matter was he hadn't bought
them at all, because in fact they were Tomas' undies.  But right now he was
very grateful that he hadn't just thrown them out like he'd planned to do
when he first moved in.

As he looked around he noticed that there was still a lot of Tomas'
clothing and things left in the place.  Mind you, before now, Tomas could
afford better clothes than Ted could, thanks to the payout he got from the
accident, but now, thanks to Tomas, funnily enough.  Ted had enough money
of his own, well in truth it had been Tomas', but thanks to Tomas giving
him the Enduring Power of Attorney, it was all Teds' now, and Ted was
thinking it was about time he got himself a whole new wardrobe.  He didn't
want to splash too much money around as he didn't want his ex-wife to get
wind of exactly how much money Ted really had, otherwise she would demand a
bigger settlement in the divorce.  Ted didn't want to have to pay that
bitch one cent more than he could get away with.

Forgetting about his poor cock, Ted decided to give himself a huge 'high
five', but regretted it the minute his feet left the floor, as his cock
certainly let him know that 'high fiving' himself certainly wasn't a good
idea.  At least Ted could console himself that he hadn't screamed the house
down this time.

He got himself dressed in some loose fitting clothing and spent another
quiet day at home.  He went through his, well formally Tomas', DVD's, and
made a few selections to keep him entertained all day.  While he watched
the movies, he didn't spare another thought for Tomas, who himself, was
having a slow day.

Tomas was being readied for his sale, as his sale date drew closer.