Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2003 13:46:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Slave's Life, Part 11

A SLAVE'S LIFE, Part 11

By Pete Brown     petebrownuk @ yahoo.com

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We were all curious about these visitors that night,
especially as none of us had seen the owner around -
normally he spent a lot of time with guests, showing
off the estate and its various groups of slaves.  But,
as usual, there was not much we could do to satisfy
our curiosity, so we settled down to our nightly
relaxations.

Just as we'd started, the guards appeared at the gate
to our pen, and ordered Craig and me to get up and get
out into the corridor.

"Just as well we stopped you bucks before you'd cum",
one of the guards said, laughingly, as you've got more
important things to do tonight:  the owner's guests
have specially chosen you two for their pleasure.

Craig and I looked a bit surprised, but we were led
off back down to the showers.  I remembered that
previous occasion when Rob had been selected as a fuck
toy, and he'd told us how terrible it was to be locked
into a sauna for a long period.  I'd sometimes had
saunas at the Club, and liked the way you felt so
clean afterwards - but this was totally different:
Craig and I were pushed in, and we heard a bolt slam
across outside.  In the dim light we could see the
heater already making it so hot that we were sweating
like pigs, but then there was that hiss as water hit
it and at once the humidity rocketed and it became
unpleasant for us and actually hard to breathe.

Craig and I both lay on one of the pine shelves,
lowering ourselves very gingerly on to its hot surface
as we had no towels or anything.  And just as the
atmosphere was becoming almost bearable, there was the
hiss again.

"Stop putting water on it", Craig said to me
despairingly. "It's bad enough with the dry heat...."

"It's not me!"

We both sat up, and then saw that just above the
heater was a small pipe, and periodically water gushed
out of it - we had no control over it whatsoever.  We
just had to sit or lie there and endure the baking
humidity.  Once again, our bodies were totally under
control of someone else.

The sweat poured out of us, and ran in little rivulets
down our bodies.  Our cinch rings felt hot to the
touch, and I wondered what was happening to our balls!

I don' know how long we were imprisoned in there, but
when we were let out we were almost collapsing, and
when the guards hosed us down with icy water from a
fire hose, it felt as if my heart would give out, it
raced away so fast.

If you've ever had an enema, you'll know how
unpleasant it can be, especially if they almost over
fill you so that your belly is all distended, and then
you're made to jump up and down "to mix it".  If
you've never had one, I won't upset you by saying how
much it hurts.  Even when you have the vilest
diarrhoea and are desperate to get the shit out from
inside you, it's as nothing compared to what you go
through when there's a gallon of warm, soapy water
pumped up your ass!

They filled and emptied us four times until they were
satisfied we were "running clean" as the guard put it,
and then we were made to shave, with the guards
running their hands over our chins and balls to make
sure we'd done it properly.

Finally, an Overseer appeared who inspected us
thoroughly - running his hands over every part of our
body, smelling under our 'pits to make sure we were
fresh and sweet, and even bending down to sniff our
asses to make sure every trace of the stuff we'd
shitted out had been removed.

"Follow me!", he snapped, and we went off through the
central complex.

Unlike the other times we'd been in here on the way to
and from the vet's, this time we went deeper and
deeper into the building, and the decor gradually
changed from the functional - thermoplastic floors,
strip lighting - to the luxurious:  marble everywhere,
big chandeliers, and then, after we'd climbed a broad
staircase, to thick rich carpet underfoot.  I'd not
known anything like this since before I was enslaved,
and I couldn't help wriggling my toes in the luxurious
heavy pile.

We stopped by a big oak door, and before the Overseer
knocked he looked at us and said "The owner's youngest
son and a university friend of his have chosen you as
their fuck toys tonight.  I don't know why, when there
are so many slaves better fitted for the purpose - you
men are really just work animals, after all.   But
they have chosen you, so behave!  We'll punish your
entire crew if there's any complaints from them
tomorrow."

Craig and I looked at each other, and kind of
shrugged.  The Overseer knocked on the door, and after
a  short delay it opened.

Inside was a huge combined bedroom, sitting room, and
study.  A giant sized double bed was against one wall.
 Two couches faced each other and were at right angles
to a big TV and entertainment centre, and over on
another wall was a desk with a PC and phone, and
shelves of books.

The two young men we'd seen earlier had evidently been
sitting on one of the couches, watching TV, as it was
playing out some sort of orgy scene.

"Sir, here are the slaves you selected.  Are you still
certain....?"

"Yes, Overseer.  Stop fussing.  We're quite capable of
handling a couple of slaves.  I've been fucking slaves
ever since puberty, you know."

"Please, sir, let me remind you.... These are slaves
specially selected to work hard. You can see that from
their muscles.  They're not trained to be sex slaves.
They might be violent, and they're very strong - shall
I summon a guard and have them shackled and cuffed,
just in case?"

"That won't b necessary!  Now, get out!"

The Overseer seemed very reluctant to go, but backed
out of the room.

Looking at our arms one of the men said "Yes, Jon and
Craig.  They haven't fucked up and brought us the
wrong ones!"

"Come over here, guys, and sit down", the other one
said.  "We were just watching TV, and we think you'll
find it interesting."

I hadn't actually sat on a piece of furniture since I
as enslaved, and it seemed really odd to be in this
Western style room, about to sit, naked, on a couch.
But both Craig and I didn't know what else to do, so
we sat down - I can still remember how the fabric of
the couch felt against my ass, and against my back as
I leaned to get comfortable:  when you've been
deprived of sensations like that for so long it's
amazing how different they feel to you.

"This movie is Hollywood porn - really boring!  You
can see they're all gym bunnies, playing at being
actors, and they're all wearing condoms!  They've got
no idea of what a real orgy is like, have they?
Now... Let's change channels...."

He flicked the TV remote, and there, on the big
screen, was our pen!  The seven of our gang who were
in there were engaged in our usual night-time
activities of sex play of all sorts, and I could
clearly hear the groans, grunts and shouts of the guys
as they sucked and fucked.

"Now this is real sex, isn't it?  I don't know why dad
doesn't record this video feed from your pen and sell
it off - it would make a fortune!  It's piped all
around the house here, and we always like to see what
you're up to."

Craig and I were sitting side by side, and the two
young men were on either side of us, and our eyes
almost popped out in astonishment as we thought of all
the things we'd done, unaware of being monitored like
this.  Both of us had erections thinking about the sex
we'd had, and each of the young men reached out and
caressed our cocks.

"Now for the real purpose of the evening, though", the
owner's son went on. "My mate and I are tired of the
waiters and the sex slaves - they've all got nice
bodies and are used to taking it, but they're too
dammed easy.  We've been watching you work slaves for
some time - we like the way you're properly developed,
and, in particular, those muscular asses you've got.
We've decided to have sex with real men for a change -
big, tough, virile, strong men with hard bodies that
know how to use them.  And we know you're both 'tops',
and strongly so."

Craig cut in at this point.  I guess when you're
talking sex, even to the owner's son, you can take
some liberties.  "So Jon and I have been brought here
to fuck you.... Well, that's OK."

The son gave an amused laugh.  "Not exactly, Craig.
You see we're both pretty versatile, and we're bored
with nice young men who are reasonably compliant.  So
we want to fuck - hard - real men who aren't used to
taking it.  So you and Jon are going to get our cocks
rammed up you.  We want to know what it feels like to
force big tough guys like you to take it, and take it
hard."

"Fuck you!", Craig snapped, and leapt to his feet, his
cinched cock waving wildly. I knew he didn't like
taking it, and it was difficult enough for him to take
me when we did it occasionally.  He must hate the idea
of being made to take a stranger.  "No one goes up my
ass, except Jon."

"Careful, Craig.... Do you want the whole team
punished....?"

"Fuck you!  I don't care...."

At this point things looked pretty serious. I was
worried in case the men called the guards back.  I
could see we might end up sold to the mines, if Craig
went on like this. So I got to my feet too, and put an
arm around Craig's shoulder.  "Calm down, buddy...."

He shook me off... "I don't want to calm down.  I'm
tired of being a slave.  No one's going to fuck
me...."

"Craig, mate... Calm down..... They'll punish all our
mates, not just you and me.  Come on, mate...  Cool
it."

But there seemed to be no stopping Craig now.  He was
looking wildly around, as if searching for some escape
route.  I was terrified he'd do something stupid, and
the two young men were, too - one was trying to edge
his way towards the telephone, to call help, I
suppose.

Suddenly Craig saw him doing this and leaped at the
phone, snatching it away from the guy and throwing it
to the far side of the room.  The man started to cry
out in alarm, and I knew I had to do something to
avoid a disaster.  So I launched myself at Craig, and
knocked him to the floor.  That gave time for the two
lads to react, and one of them grabbed a "prod" and
pushed it into Craig's balls.

I felt Craig's body heave under me, he gave a great
scream, and all his limbs started twitching as the
powerful shock surged through him.  It was bad enough
getting a "prod" at all... But one in the balls, how
did that feel, I wondered?

Whilst he was still a bit incapable, the owner's son
grabbed him around his balls and made Craig get to his
feet, then led him over to the bed.

"Face down slave!", the young man snarled, and Craig
had little choice but to obey - he was still twitching
slightly from the prod, and, in any case, when
someone's got you by the balls, you do tend to do what
they say, don't you?

The pillows were swept off the bed by the young man,
and he fumbled for something in the bed base where
they'd been... And I heard a little "snick" sound.

"You, too!", he commanded. "Lie next to your buddy,
face down."

I knew we were in a heap of trouble already, and
didn't want to make it any worse for the whole group.
And, of course, I didn't want a prodding like Craig
had just had.  So very reluctantly I moved over to the
bed and lay on it, parallel to Craig.  I now found
what the fumbling and the "snick" had been about -
concealed in the bed base was a clip, and the young
man deftly snapped this into my snout ring so that I
couldn't raise my head.

They left us there as they went and poured themselves
drinks, then slowly (and, I thought, shyly) started to
strip each other.   They weren't in bad shape for
young guys, and when they were both naked they hugged
each other and had a long, slow kiss.  When they
broke, they were both erect, and they came over
towards Craig and me as we lay there, helpless.

The owner's son spoke in a calm way "As I told you,
we're going to fuck you.  We've decided to give
ourselves a treat and find out how much fun it is to
rape a good, solid ass - especially when its owner is
a top and doesn't usually like to take it!  We've been
watching you guys perform, as you've seen, and  we
know you're both really expert at fucking - so now
we're going to see how good you are at taking a
vigorous fucking yourselves."

"Get up on your knees", he commanded, "And get those
asses high in the air!"

Craig muttered "Screw you, no rich bastard's going to
fuck me...." - it was all but inaudible, as his face
was pressed into the bed as he was held there by his
snout ring.

"Get up, slave, or take the consequences...."

"Fuck off!"

The young man casually reached down between Craig's
thighs as he lay there, and grabbed his balls.  He
literally hauled Craig's ass up into the air, and
Craig was screaming with the pain that having his
balls pulled up like that caused him.

"Now you!", the guy said, and I knew it was pointless
to resist, so I kind of shuffled to bring my knees up
and raise my ass.

"I ordered them to be properly purged", the son told
his companion, "So they should be sweet and clean up
there... Let's take a look...."

I felt his fingers pulling my ass cheeks apart, and
then the shiver that went through me as he raked a
finger over my pucker.  I'd never felt so helpless in
my life - not only was I worried about the group being
punished if I did something wrong, but I was totally
unable to stop them doing anything they wanted to me.
Even if I'd been prepared to risk a beating for all my
mates, there was no way I could pull myself free from
the snout clip and prevent the men from doing whatever
they wanted to my body.  I'd already seen how they'd
hauled Craig up by the balls, and my whole body was
equally vulnerable to them.

"Excellent!  How's yours?", he asked his companion.

"Fine.... Where's the lube?"

"These guys normally get the guy they're about to fuck
to wank, and use that.  We could wank them, I suppose.
 Or we could use the jelly we use - it's in the
bedside cabinet.  But as they're rather unwilling, and
very tight, why don't we tech them a real lesson and
fuck them dry?"

"No... It'll hurt..."

"Who cares?  They're only slaves, and pretty
disobedient ones at that...."

"No - I mean it will hurt us!  I don't care what you
do, I'm at least going to liberally lather myself with
spit."

As he spoke, the son's friend gobbed a huge load into
his hand, and out of the corner of my eye  I could se
him sliming his erect cock with it.

"Right", he said to the son. "I'm ready.  Shall we
race?  First to cum, or last to cum?"

"No - I'm not ready yet.  I'm going to tenderise this
one a bit first, to give him something to remember."

With his erect cock bouncing in front of him we went
back to where they had stripped each other,  and came
back with one of the trainers he'd been wearing.  He
tossed the other to his companion.

"OK - let's see which one squeals the loudest...."

They both brought the sneakers down almost
simultaneously onto Craig's ass and mine - we both
jerked as they hit, and both gave a great shout:
initially, I think it was the surprise and shock.  But
as the blows continued to rain down I realised I was
hurting - really hurting.  A tall, fit 18-year old can
wield a lot of power in his arms, and when your bum is
stretched taught as you're kneeling, the sole of a
trainer can make you mighty uncomfortable.

They carried on spanking us until they both almost
collapsed, laughing at the way we were howling with
anguish.  I felt a hand run over my ass - it felt cool
against the searing heat of my beaten skin, and heard
the owner's son tell his companion to "feel the
slaves, as they're really glowing."

Then they fucked us.  No more preliminaries, no
softening up, no lubrication - just the sweat-slicked
cocks of the guys forcing their way in to us.  They'd
decided it was "first to cum" who would be the
"winner", and in spite of our cries of pain they
simply fucked us hard - as hard as I've ever
experienced it - always pulling out almost completely
before slamming right home so that my tender ass stung
with the pressure from his pubic hair.  I say "fucked
us", but this was more than that - it was rape.  We
had no say in the matter, no control, and were
helpless:  we had to lie there and just take it.

I don't know who "won".  I don't think they did, and
neither did they seem to care.    They lay on our
sweating, heaving bodies for a few moments, then
pulled out.

I could hear Craig whimpering gently.  I don't think
it was just the pain from the beating and the fucking
- it was more that, as probably for the first time
ever Craig had been taken brutally, against his will.
I knew he'd forced himself on some of the other guys -
me included, the first time, but what we'd experienced
at the hands of these two guys was something else.
You can normally fight back, if you dare, when a guy's
fucking you against your will, but restrained by our
snout rings this option was not open to us.  And what
made it worse for Craig, I think, was that the guy who
had raped him was not as big or as strong as Craig -
he was really only just a youth, with none of the
power or strength of a real mature man.  I think Craig
would have found it easier to bear if he'd been
overpowered in a fair fight and then fucked by someone
stronger and more virile than himself, but to be so
powerless, so out of control as he had been, was more
than he could take.

The son's friend was saying "That was great! What an
ass!  Are we going to swap now, and take the other
one?"

"No - there isn't time.  We're going on dad's jet to
London, remember.  You'll have to wait until the next
vacation."

"Well, it seems a pity - these men have really hot
asses, and you were right - taking a big strong guy is
much better than those waiters.... Can't we just delay
for half an hour to recover ourselves, then have
another quick fuck before we go?"

"No - we're late already.  It wouldn't matter
normally, as the jet could wait.  But it's got to get
to London to pick dad up to take him to Washington.
And if we delay it, he'll really take it out on me.
Get your clothes on, we've got to go!"

"Aw, come on, just half an hour...."

"No.  But, I tell you what... Why don't we take them
to London with us, then we can spend all day tomorrow
fucking them, before we go up to university?"

"Can we do that?"

"Sure - I'll have the guards put them in travelling
crates.  And the London house has a fully equipped
slave room in the basement."

"But won't your dad be angry?"

"He'll never know - when we leave for Uni tomorrow
we'll have them shipped back here - dad will still be
in Washington."

"Well, if we can take these two, can we take that
young one as well - you know, the one about our age,
that I particularly fancy?  I know you wanted to try
out these big muscular hunks, but I really fancied the
young one, and I'd like to go off to Uni having fucked
him - I don't expect there will be many opportunities
for proper sex agian until the next vacation.  It will
be interesting to fuck a guy of our own age who's got
a muscled body - not as big as these yet, but still a
real work-toned frame."

"I don't see why not - it's as easy to take three as
two."  He picked up the phone and snapped a few more
orders, and then the two men dressed, not caring,
apparently, about the cum and sweat all over their
bodies and cocks.  Almost as they'd finished, there
was a knock on the door, and four guards came in.

Our snout rings were unlatched, and, closely watched
by the guards who were carrying their prods at the
ready, we were led off through the complex.

We arrived in a bleak room - concrete floors, harsh
lights, with a number of crates and boxes lying
around, and the veterinarian was there.  At the same
time, two more guards came in with Craig.

"OK, slaves", the vet said "There's a grille.  Piss
and crap.  And really try to empty yourselves out, as
you've got a long flight ahead of you...."

All three of us crouched there, doing our best, then
stood up.

"Are you sure you're empty?  It'll be pretty painful
for you if not...."

We nodded, and the vet made each of us kneel in turn
on a low table.  I felt him teasing my ass hole, then
something was pushed in - something hard, yet
strangely neutral.  His quick hands passed something
around my waist, and I was told to get down whilst he
did Craig.

I saw what was gong on - a large butt  plug had been
greased, and slid into me, and it was held in by there
strap around me.

Next we were each gagged  - a round ball was pushed in
to our mouths by the vet, and this was strapped in by
straps around our heads.

"OK, guys, this is the tough one!", the vet said in
his usual irritating manner.  "Are you sure you don't
want to piss?"

We all shook our heads, and, in turn, he took each of
us to the table where we sat on the edge. I'd heard
Rob talk about the little plastic mushrooms, and he
had something like that, only bigger - the "stalk" was
a couple of inches long, and the "cap" about the size
of my cock head.

"Sit still, else this will hurt more...",  the vet
said, then proceeded to twist and turn the "stalk" of
one of the mushrooms to slide it right down my piss
slit.  Then he superglued the cap to my cock head.  I
couldn't help it - I did wriggle and squirm:  you
can't help it, can you, when something's being pushed
along your cock?

"Right", the vet said when he'd finished.  Now you
can't shit, or piss, or make any sound.  But it's only
for a few hours.  We used to be able to transport you
humanely, but since the European nations tightened
security, it's not so easy to get slaves in and out
and we have to crate you up and ship you like freight.

The crates were small, barred affairs, and I had to
curl up my body to fit in, and my back was bent and my
face forced between my knees when they pushed the lid
closed.  They reached in through the bars and pulled
at each of my hands in turn to hold them against the
bars, then they were securely held there by those
disposable cable ties that everyone uses now.  My
ankles were likewise restrained, and finally they
reached in and passed a thick webbing belt around my
waist and the bars and hauled it tight.

"Can he move at all now?", the vet asked.

There was an agonising pain in my groin - one of the
guards ha reached in and jerked on my balls and I
wanted to scream and jerk away, but I was securely
gagged and completely immobile.

"No, sir", the guard said "He's not able to move at
all, and he's quite silent."

The vet then came with a small box with a red light on
it.  He held it near my security chain around my neck,
and one of the guards came with a big pair of chain
cutters and sliced through it.

"We wouldn't want you going off the estate collared,
would we?", the vet continued in his irritating way.
"You'd die as you went through the gates with that
collar still on!"

Craig and Stu were similarly crated and "tested", and
uncollared, and the vet addressed us.

"Right, slaves, you're all secured for transit now.
We're going to enclose the barred cages in an outer
wooden sleeve now, and we'll tip polystyrene foam
granules in all around you.  Some slaves panic at this
point, but it's for your own good - they help insulate
you, in case there's a failure of the aircraft
heating.  We stipulate that you're to be in the heated
hold, but sometimes, if there's a lot of freight, you
get put in the cold section!  Now don't panic - you'll
find that you can breathe through the granules.  And I
know it's uncomfortable cooped up like that, but they
get me to supervise the loading of you so that you're
not unnaturally twisted or anything - you may get
sore, and cramped, but believe me, you'll survive -
there are no vital blood supplies cut off or anything.
 Provided there are no air traffic control delays
you'll arrive unharmed.  And we stipulate that you're
to be loaded as you are, but even if they fuck up and
ship you on your side, or even upside down, you will
arrive safely - believe me, we're old hands at moving
bodies around the world now."

They closed sides up around the bars, and I heard
screws being driven in to hold them.  Having the
granules all around me was terrifying - a they rose
over my nose, I thought I would suffocate.  But they
were about an inch round, and wouldn't fit up my nose
so it wasn't blocked.  I was glad the vet had told us
about being able to breathe, though, or I would have
certainly panicked.

It was pitch black when the lid was screwed down, and
I only knew that the journey was taking place as my
crate was jolted as it was lifted onto a truck, then
again as it was unloaded and shuffled around.  I could
hear workers and so on outside, but there was
absolutely no way I could attract their attention -
muted and restrained, I couldn't shout or even tap the
sides of the crate.  I guessed  they'd cemented the
mushroom thing up my cock to stop me being noticed
when piss ran out of my crate, too.

There was that unmistakable surge upwards a short time
later  and so I knew we'd taken off, then nothing
until a whole lot of movements and noises told me that
my crate was again being moved.

When light appeared as the sides of my crate were
removed, I looked around and saw I was in another of
those featureless rooms they seemed to specialise in,
not unlike the one where I'd been crated up - plain
concrete walls and floor, bleak fluorescent lighting,
and, in the corner, a barred cell.

There were four guards, prods at the ready, and they
cut the cable ties holding my wrists and ankles, and
undid the webbing belt.  The barred lid of my cage was
unlatched, and two of them reached in to help me stand
up - and I did need help:  all my muscles had "gone to
sleep", and I had to be helped to stagger across the
room into the cell.

I watched as Craig and Stu were similarly uncrated,
and all three of us were then together in the cell,
which was not unlike the one we were all used to -
standard water point of the wall that was tongue
operated, and a piss hole in one corner.

The guards were looking at us and laughing - they
thought our cinched cocks were funny!

"I wonder why they want to walk around like that", one
of them said.  "They're  well hung enough without
needing to make themselves even more prominent.  With
shorts on, it would be almost obscene!"

"Yes, these slaves have no dignity", another
commented. "They go around naked as if it's perfectly
normal.  Still, where they come from, those Arabs do
all sorts of funny things."

They told us to line up by the bars of our cell and
poke our cocks through, then one of the guards knelt
down in front of us.  He had a  scalpel in his hand,
and  I could seethe blade glinting in the harsh light.

"Now, keep still!", he commanded. "I've got to tease
you free from the glue they hold this anti-piss device
in with.  It will hurt, but if you jerk around, this
blade will slice through your cock like it's going
through butter!  And, however much you want to, don't
fucking dare piss on me when it's out, else I'll tear
your balls off!"

He was right - it did hurt as the scalpel blade tried
to separate the skin of my cock head from the plastic
of the "mushroom", but it was no worse than a
whipping, I suppose - just different, as the area
around your piss slit usually isn't hurt.  And I
really did want to piss over him - quite a longing  to
relieve myself had built up on the journey, and I was
glad when I could rush over and crouch over the piss
hole.

"Please...", I started.

"Yes, slave?  Don't you know how to address a guard
properly?"

"Please, sir, please.... Can you help us now we're in
London.  Look, I'm an Englishman, like you, I was
enslaved... Call the police, or something..."

The guards just looked at each other and laughed, then
reached in and prodded me.  As I lay on the floor
twitching and whimpering, I  heard one of them say
"Fucking slaves!  Pretending to be proper men, like
us!  They're all the same, thinking they can fool us.
What English guy would go around totally naked, with
his cock on display like that!"

Stu and Craig helped me to my feet, and all three of
us stood there, wondering what was to happen next.

End Of Part 11