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A Rich Mans Pleasure.



   I walked down the long corridor towards the door at the end where I
could see my two friends and companions, Sally and Mandy chatting together
as they waited for me to arrive.  We had been living in the house together
for about six months now and we each seemed very happy with the
arrangements.  Despite the fact both girls were only twenty four years old,
some ten years younger than myself, we had a lot in common and shared many
interests, although there was no sexual aspect to our relationship in the
normal sense of the word, we simply looked after each other and got on well
as friends.  There was however, a particular sexual interest which we all
shared.

   "Good afternoon ladies," I said smiling as I reached them, "I trust you
had an enjoyable and successful morning?"

   Both smiled as they turned towards me.  "Have we ever let you down yet?"
said Sally who was the darker haired one of the pair.  I shook my head. 
"No, I have no complaints.  You know my preferences and you both make
excellent choices for me." I said.  Mandy, the blonde haired girl with deep
blue eyes, whom I considered to be slightly more attractive, glanced at the
clipboard in her hand, before holding it out to me.  "We have eight to
choose from today, four of each," she said, "and very nice specimens they
are too, even if I say so myself." "Right," I said, "let's go and meet our
selection, shall we?" and I moved to open the door.

   Earlier that day, Sally and Mandy had travelled just a few miles down
the road from where we lived to the establishment run by some female
friends, known simply as 'The Centre'.  Within the walls of this
establishment, young men and women aged between sixteen and twenty one,
were trained to lead useful lives serving and pleasing others, irrespective
of their own wishes and desires.  Effectively, they were trained to be
slaves, to obey the commands of their future owners and to make themselves
available to provide pleasure to others in any way they were commanded. 
The majority of the pleasures that these young people would ultimately give
to their future owners would be of a sexual nature.  A slave became the
property of their owner and their bodies were constantly available to be
used and abused in any way an owner saw fit.  How these young people
arrived at the Centre, or how they came to be there, I did not know, and
quite frankly, I did not care either.  The arrangement I had with the
owners of the Centre was a simple and mutually beneficial one.  I was a
wealthy man, and by making regular contributions to the running costs of
the establishment, I was permitted to 'borrow' some of the trainees for my
own use whenever I wished.  Sally and Mandy had that day returned to our
home with eight young trainees, four male and four female whom they thought
I might find interesting.  On arrival, these trainees had been taken to the
room beyond the door where they had each been fastened by wrists and ankles
to a row of frames, the boys on one side of the room, the girls on the
other, each row facing the other.  A tight ball gag had been placed into
the mouth of each individual and then they had been left to wait for us.

   The frames to which each trainee had been fastened was quite sturdy, and
purpose built securing straps at each corner of the frame allowed the
victim's wrists and ankles to be fastened wide apart.  Trainees at the
Centre were always kept completely naked during training, although boys
were kept in one area and girls in another, and never did the two groups
meet.  Now though, in my home, the males and females were together in the
same room, each still completely naked, and now with wrists and ankles
fastened wide apart, each individual forced to openly display the most
intimate parts of their body to the four members of the opposite sex facing
them.  Unable to cover themselves in any way, it was difficult to imagine
which group found it the most embarrassing, the boys, each with his penis
and testicles clearly visible to the four girls, or the girls being made to
display their breasts and pussies to the four boys.  Whichever it was, it
was a situation they could do nothing about, they simply had to remain
there, naked and fastened, looking at each others nudity until someone came
to release them.

   I pushed open the door and stood in the open doorway as eight worried
faces turned in my direction.  I couldn't help but smile slightly.  The
scene was one I had seen many times before, but the sight of a naked and
attractive young man or woman, preferably secured helpless, always pleased
me.  I would sometimes, when invited, spend a pleasant afternoon at the
Centre observing the young trainees going through their paces.  Although on
such occasions I was not permitted to touch, I could at least look, and it
was most enjoyable to relax in a chair with a glass of wine whilst perhaps
fifty or so naked teenage boys were made to jog around a running track,
each with his cock and balls clearly visible swinging and bouncing about,
slapping against his thigh as he ran, whilst a couple of the young female
instructors barked orders, urging the boys on to greater effort.  I would
smile as I looked closely at each boy's swinging penis, knowing full well
that very shortly each and every one of these penises would become the
property and plaything of some other person, to be fastened up and
restrained and then treated as their new owner considered appropriate.

   It was the same when I watch the female trainees, their breasts swinging
and bouncing as they ran, their buttocks jiggling up and down.  I would
smile at them, wondering how many of them yet realised their fate, how many
of them even imagined the number of times they would be required to satisfy
a male's lust in the first week following their sale at auction.  Females
were bought as slaves usually for one main purpose, to satisfy the sexual
needs of other, usually males, and during the first week, a new girl would
arouse considerable interest amongst not only her new owner, but his
friends as well, all of whom would want to experience her mouth, pussy and
probably her backside as well.  It would not be unusual for a girl to have
to satisfy a dozen or so men each and every day during the first week, and
that was a lot of cock for any girl to deal with.

   I turned my attention back to matters in hand, and I decided that I
would examine the males first, and I turned towards the line of four boys.
I did not consider myself homosexual, and emotionally, men held no appeal
for me, however, I did have a considerable interest in the genitals of
other young males, particularly when I was able to abuse and misuse the
male's sexual parts, and although the four young men in front of me did not
yet realise it, I was about to choose one of them so that I could punish
and torment his precious cock and balls that afternoon, purely for my
amusement.  I glanced briefly at all four boys in the line, each standing
naked before me, unable to move, unable to object, each with his legs apart
and with hands fastened well out of the way so that each was unable to
cover himself.  Each simply stood there, forced to display his body to me.
I was pleased to note that the penis of each boy had been circumcised,
something I much preferred.  Both Sally and Mandy were aware of this and
chose only male trainees whose foreskin had already been removed.  I
glanced for a moment at the clipboard to note the ages of the boys.  Two
were eighteen and two were nineteen.  It was sometimes a little difficult
to tell as all had short haircuts and almost all body hair had been
removed. Only the smallest neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair remained above
the root of the penis.  This removal of the body hair also applied to the
females as it was considered that a slave should display their sexual parts
as fully as possible, and not have their intimate parts half hidden by a
mass of unsightly hair.

   I approached the first boy on the line and glanced briefly at the
clipboard once again.  On a sheet of paper was written the boy's age, his
country of origin, and very brief details about his training to date.  It
didn't tell me his name, but I didn't need to know it, as after all, it was
what he had between his legs that I was interested in, not his name.  I
stepped back and studied the first boy's body in some detail.  He was slim,
quite attractive, a nice firm looking stomach, long legs and proportioned
thighs.  I looked directly at his cock which was of a more than adequate
size, hanging limply between his open thighs, clearly visible to anyone who
cared to look in his direction.  The second boy in line was somewhat larger
in build, not fat, but of a larger frame, which was not particularly to my
liking.  I preferred both my male and female victims to be slim, although
it had to be said this second boy had a good sized, meaty looking penis
between his legs, certainly suitable for my intended purpose.  The third
boy in line was quite cute, slim, quite tall, fair haired and fair skinned.
He looked as if he may be Nordic and I glanced at the clipboard, 'Country
of Origin; Sweden' stated the information.  I also noticed that the
information stated, 'Under training for six weeks.  Compliant, but
inexperienced.  Shows promise for the future.' Our eyes met briefly, and I
smiled.  I lowered my eyes slowly until he knew I was staring at his penis,
hanging naked and defenceless between his legs.  He certainly had a very
nice looking cock and I was tempted to there and then reach out and take
hold of it and have a feel, just so that he realised with certainty why he
was there, and although I was quite at liberty to do so, I resisted the
temptation.  His genitals were nicely formed, as was the rest of his body.
As I stared at his penis for a moment, I wondered how many of his previous
girlfriends had pushed their hands into the waistband of his pants in order
to play with it.  Perhaps some had even sucked it for him, I didn't know,
but I did wonder how many had brought pleasure to him and his penis with
their bodies.  I also wondered if as yet he had felt the bite of the whip
striking the circumcised knob of his penis, if his cock had been tortured
and had experienced the pain and suffering that so many young ladies, and
I, seemed to enjoy inflicting on the penis of some unfortunate young men. I
glanced briefly at the forth boy in line, but dismissed him almost
immediately.  There was nothing in particular wrong with him, but I had
already chosen the boy whose penis was to suffer at my hands that
afternoon.

   I said nothing but simply turned my attention to the row of four girls
opposite.  On reflection, all were undoubtedly attractive, slim, young and
fair-haired, as I preferred, but the second girl in the line was quite
simply stunning.  I glanced at the clipboard once again and saw that she
was eighteen years old and was Dutch, although she apparently spoke English
like a natural.  She had fair, almost blonde hair, wonderfully deep blue
eyes and high cheek bones.  Her body was slim and youthful, with superb
well formed, although not too large, breasts, the nipples of which seemed
quite erect.  Her legs were long and slim and her thighs firm, but
certainly not fat.  As my eyes focused on the tops of her thighs and the
smudge of pubic hair that remained, I noticed that she attempted to close
her thighs as much as her restraints allowed as if to preserve her modesty.
I had to smile at this attempt to hide her pussy from my view, especially
when I thought of what she would be doing for me in the very near future. I
announced my selections to Sally and Mandy and turned and left the room
without another glance at the naked boys and girls who had been forced to
display themselves to me so intimately.

  
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   I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee, giving the girls
ten minutes or so to arrange my selections as I had previously directed. 
The young man would be placed in one room and the girl in another.  I
swallowed the last of my coffee, and decided that the male slave would be
the first to receive my attentions that day.  I made my way out of the
kitchen and up to the room upstairs where the boy had been secured and my
equipment laid out ready.  I entered the room and saw the boy fastened to
the large chair as I had directed.  The chair was similar to that used by
dentists, so that the boy half sat and half laid on it.  By means of small
motors, the chair could be adjusted in virtually all directions, and of
course, with the victim fastened to it, the boy's body could be manipulated
exactly as I wanted.  At the present time he was fastened with his hands by
his side and his legs wide apart.  He was of course still completely naked
and I had an excellent view of his more interesting aspects.  I smiled to
myself, pleased at how life had treated me.  In front of me was a totally
naked teenage boy, forced to lie in front of me blatantly showing off his
precious cock and balls with his hands tied, totally incapable of defending
himself.  The boy's gag had now been removed so I was able to hold a
conversation with him.  I stood in front of him, and I introduced myself to
him and generally chatted with him asking him how he was getting on with
his training and if he had enough food to eat and so on.  After a few
minutes, I decided to move on to more interesting topics, more interesting
to me that is.  "How old are you?" I asked.  "I'm sixteen, Sir," he said, "
just a couple of months ago," he added.  I raised my eyebrows slightly. 
"You're very well developed for a young man of sixteen," I said, but I
could see by his face that he didn't understand the significance of what I
had said.  I pointed towards his genitals, but didn't touch him at this
time.  "What I mean is that for a sixteen year old, you've got a big cock,
a well developed penis," I said, which caused him to blush.  "Tell me," I
asked, "Were you circumcised at the Training Centre or from birth?" "On the
first day, at the Training Centre, " he said, "a young blonde girl did the
operation on me and about four other boys, Sir," he explained.  I nodded
and smiled, aware that a number of young ladies travelled around the area
and were called upon by various training centres and female owners to deal
with their male slaves.  Such girls were in high demand and had become
experts in dealing with young men's genitals.  Usually the girls were
required to carry out a minor operation, like circumcision, or in some way
fasten up the male's genitals to prevent sexual activity.  At times though,
an owner would call upon their services to amputate the slave's penis or
testicles as she saw fit.  Amputation of the male's sexual parts was not a
frequent occurrence, but it did happen from time to time.

   "Tell me," I asked, "I understand that when you're at the training
centre, you're kept naked all the time.  Is that right?" The boy nodded in
response, confirming what I already knew.  "I also understand that you are
not permitted to touch what you have between your legs at any time, is that
right?" I asked.  "Yes, sir", said the boy.  Although both male and female
trainees were kept naked at all times at the Centre, the number one rule
was that they must never, in any circumstances, touch their own genitals.
What a slave had between his or her legs was for the amusement of others
and not the slave.  Any trainee who broke this rule was liable to extreme
punishment.  "Must be rather difficult for a young man like yourself, being
naked all the time but not allowed to even touch your own cock, nevermind
actually play with it.  What happens when you want to use the toilet?" I
asked.  "I have to squat down and urinate into a pot, just as a girl
would," he said quietly in reply.  I nodded, "And whilst you urinate, one
of the girl instructors watches you does she?" The boy nodded in reply.  I
was fully aware of the reason why male slaves were taught to urinate in
this fashion, although it was obvious to me, the boy did not as yet know
the reason.  I would explain it to him in a moment.  I thought though how
embarrassing it must be to firstly seek permission to use the toilet and
then have to actually perform such a function whilst a member of the
opposite sex watched you urinate into a bucket.

   "Do you know yet when you are due to go for auction?" I asked.  All
slaves were normally sent to auction and sold to the highest bidder,
although some were sold privately.  The boy shook his head.  "Well when you
do go for auction," I said, "I'm sure you'll generate quite a lot of
interest amongst the young lady bidders.  You're attractive, got a good
firm body, and of course, have other attributes in which the young ladies
will be very interested." I could see the boy looked puzzled, unsure of
what I meant.  I leaned slightly closer to him.  "I mean boy, that when
you're sold, you'll be up there on the stage like you are now, completely
naked, so that everyone in the audience can see your body, all of your body
and particularly they'll want to see what you have down here between your
legs boy, your cock and your balls." I smiled, reached out with my right
hand, gripped his penis firmly, and pulled it hard, which despite the
bonds, caused him to flinch.  "Didn't you know, it's this thing, your cock,
that the girls in the audience will be really interested in, or didn't you
realise that?  That's why you'll be completely naked so that all those
dozens of girls in the audience can see precisely what you have between
your legs.  Then they can make up their minds about whether to bid for you
or not, and whoever is successful in the bidding will own you.  You will
become her property to do with as she pleases, and that, slave,
particularly applies to this penis of yours.  Your cock will be owned by
someone else, it will become their property"

   I kept hold of his penis, gently squeezing it and feeling the warmth of
his intimate flesh in my hand as if my touching and fondling his cock was
the most natural thing in the world to do.  I went on, "Think about it for
a moment.  Why else would a girl want a male slave," I said emphasising the
word male.  "A female slave can look after her Mistress just as well, but
of course she doesn't have a cock and balls like you do, and that is what
your Mistress will want to own." The boy said nothing in response, but
looked worried.  "Don't go getting all exited though, thinking your
Mistress will want you for sex, because I doubt very much if you'll be
screwing anyone.  Most young ladies tend to use their slave's cock for a
completely different purpose." The boy looked increasingly worried. 
"Wh-What do you mean?" he said with a slight stammer.

   I explained, "For thousands of years, females have been taken as slaves,
to be raped, abused and mistreated by men the world over.  Now for the
first time, some young ladies are finding out what fun it can be to turn
the tables and have a young man as a slave to use and abuse for their own
amusement.  They seem to enjoy being waited on, hand and foot by some naked
young man like you, amusing themselves with him, doing things to him that
he doesn't like, making him do things he doesn't like." The boy swallowed
hard.  "Such as?" he asked.  I shrugged my shoulders.  "Absolutely anything
at all that they want to, after all, you will be their property.  Of
course, any young lady who employs a male slave must take certain
precautions if she is to guard against being raped, so it's certain your
new owner will ensure your cock will be fastened up in some way, so you
can't be a threat to her, but that will be the least of your worries.  Most
female owners I know seem to enjoy teasing and tormenting a slave for their
own amusement and of course, they all know just how sensitive a young man's
genitals are, so when they either want to have some fun, or they consider
the boy should be punished for some reason, they tend to concentrate on a
slave's cock and balls, doing something rather nasty to him, like perhaps
she forces his balls into a vice or perhaps using the end of his cock as a
pin cushion.  I don't suppose you've ever had your cock deliberately hurt
and punished before have you?" The look on the boy's face showed that he
was terrified.

   "Of course," I continued, still gently stroking and squeezing his penis,
"not all owners are like that and you may not be punished at all.  Some
ladies simply consider a slave's penis is more trouble than it's worth and
simply have it removed, cut off that is." The boy's eyes were almost
popping out of his head.  His mouth opened but no sound was made.  "After
all, a boy has a penis in order to have sex.  As a slave isn't usually
permitted to have sex, it follows that he doesn't need a penis, and that's
why you have been taught to squat when you use the toilet, just in case one
day your Mistress decides to take a knife to this cute cock of yours and
cut it off." I smiled at the petrified young man.  "You do realise that is
a very strong possibility don't you?" I asked.  "Quite a lot of young slave
owners decide to have their slave's cock cut off in the first day or so.  I
don't know why, but a lot of girls like the idea of cutting off some boy's
precious penis." "Can you imagine what it would be like to be tied down,
much as you are now, quite helpless with your legs fastened wide apart and
your cock bare and defenceless.  Your Mistress would come up to and take
hold of your cock with one hand whilst she placed the blade of the knife
against the base of it.  You would struggle, you would beg and plead with
her, but it would make no difference because she would have already decided
what she was going to do to you.  She would smile at you and then all you
would feel is the sudden sharp pain as the cold metal began to slice slowly
into the flesh of your penis, and then, a few seconds later, your cute
young cock would be gone forever." I looked at his face and smiled.  "And
the cruellest part of all," I said, grinning, "is that because you still
had your balls, you'd still have all the normal male desires and sexual
urges, but without a cock, you couldn't do anything about them could you?
Rather cruel don't you think?"

   I enjoyed this mental torture and humiliation of others almost as much
as hearing them undergoing punishment.  I let go of his penis and walked
over to a small table at the other side of the room.  I turned and looked
back at the tethered naked youth as I picked up one or two things I needed.
"Don't worry just yet though," I said as I walked back towards him, "I
don't think you'll be losing your cock for a little while yet.  Some lucky
young girl has got to have a bit of fun with it yet hasn't she?" I grinned,
but my smile was not returned by the boy.  "And really," I continued,
"that's why your here today.  You see, I've got a lot in common with many
young ladies.  Just as they like having fun playing with a boy slave's
cock, so do I, and this afternoon I'm going to play some games with yours.
I'm afraid you might not like some of the games, but there's not a lot you
can do about it is there?" I smiled and looked down at his limp circumcised
sexual organ and hairless balls, fully displayed between his spread thighs.
"You really do have a beautiful looking cock, slave." Once again I reached
out and folded my fingers around his penis, indicating my total control
over him.  "The question is, what game shall I play with it first?"

  
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   Elsewhere in the house, Sally and Mandy were also having their fun. 
They had selected the boy who had been first in the line and he was now
secured quite firmly to a low bench.  Sally was sat by his side, idly
toying with his cock, which was still fairly limp.  "Well boy," said Mandy,
"you're in for a treat today.  You said before you'd been at the training
centre for almost ten weeks, so I suppose you're as randy as hell by now.
How would you like it if my friend Sally gave you a nice, slow wank?" Sally
continued to fondle the boy's penis as she grinned at her friend. 
"Alternatively," said Mandy, starting to remove her clothing, "you can fuck
me." The boy looked quite stunned.  He hadn't known what to expect, but it
was certainly not sex.  Mandy had quickly stripped and she now removed the
final garment, a pair of brief white pants.  Now naked, she went and stood
by the boy's head and opened her legs slightly so that he could clearly see
her patch of pubic hair and the already damp lips of her pussy.  "Would you
like to put your cock in there, slave?" she asked.  The boy nodded slowly.
"If you would like me to, then yes Miss," he said cautiously, uncertain how
to reply.  Sally smiled to herself as she felt the boy starting to become
aroused.  His penis began to grow and thicken in her hand.  "How about you
Sally, fancy having this young man's cock in your pussy do you?" asked
Mandy.  "You bet," came the reply as Sally stood up and began to undress.
Mandy smiled at the boy.  "See, I told you that you were in for a treat. 
Now you get to fuck my friend as well as me," she said.

   Sally, now totally naked, went over to the bench and put the small
rubber band onto the prongs of the device which would stretch it wide
apart. The rubber band was very small, similar to those used on the legs of
racing birds, but it was also very strong.  The device stretched the band
until it was about five centimetres in diameter and held it there.  Sally
went back over to the prone boy and once again took hold of his penis.  She
guided the rubber ring held in the device over his knob and down the shaft
of his penis until the ring was right at the very base of his cock. 
Satisfied it was in the right position, she pressed the small button on the
device which withdrew the prongs and the rubber ring clamped itself around
the base of the boy's penis.  The boy, who had not realised what was
happening, jumped when he felt the band suddenly grip his cock tightly. 
"Don't worry," said Mandy, "it's just something to help you get really hard
for us, that's all." Sally began to gently masturbate the boy, watching his
penis rise and thicken as she did so.  The band would allow blood to flow
along the deep seated arteries into the boy's penis, but would not allow
the blood to flow back.  Soon his cock was harder than it had ever been
before.  The veins stood out along the length on his shaft the knob was a
dark crimson purple colour, the skin stretched tight as a drum.

   Sally swung a leg over the prone boy, took hold of his fully erect penis
and slowly guided it between her pussy lips.  As she gently lowered herself
onto his length, she moaned quietly.  "God, that's good," she said,
beginning to slowly move herself up and down, riding the boy, "what a nice,
big cock you've got boy." The bonds on the boy were not that tight round by
his stomach and he was able to thrust into the girl slightly, feeling the
delights of her warm pussy on his cock, something he had not experienced
for a very long time.  Mandy swung her leg over the boy's head, giving him
a worm's eye view of her pussy.  "Come on boy, get your tongue working
whilst I watch that big cock of yours pumping in and out of my friend's
pussy," said Mandy as she lowered herself onto the boys face.  The boy,
fastened down by a sturdy neck collar had no choice but to comply, and he
began to lick at the girl's already wet slot as she wriggled around on top
of his face.  The two girls, now facing each other, grinned in mutual
pleasure.

   The boy could see little apart from the cheeks of Mandy's bare buttocks
above him, but he could taste and smell the girl as his tongue lapped at
her sex.  He could also feel Sally's pussy gripping his penis, riding him
delightfully.  Being without sex for many weeks, it was not long before the
boy felt that the inevitable was about to happen and he began to thrust
harder with his cock.  As his lust mounted, he rammed into the girl, but at
the moment when his orgasm should have erupted, there was nothing, no
explosion of pleasure as he had been anticipating, he just simply couldn't
come.  Sally was the first to realise what had happened and she smiled more
to herself than anyone else.  It always amused her when a boy realised that
he was unable to reach orgasm, when it dawned on him that the tight rubber
band at the base of his penis stopped him from ejaculating and ensured that
his cock remained solid and erect for as long as the girls wanted it to. 
Sally reached down behind her, feeling for the slave's balls.  "Come on
boy," she said, squeezing his two eggs hard, "keep your cock working or
I'll pull these balls of yours off."

   The sudden pain in his testicles brought the boy back to reality.  He
was being used as a human dildo, his cock forced to remain erect until the
girls released the band from around his penis.  In the past, he had used
female bodies for his own sexual pleasure and now the roles were being
reversed, and the girls were using his body and would continue to do so for
as long as they wanted.  After a few more minutes, he felt Sally slide off
his penis and release him, and almost immediately, Mandy pulled her pussy
away from his face as the two girls changed places.  He felt Mandy's hand
on his penis.  She gave his cock a couple of strokes with her hand and then
directed the head of it easily into the slippery confines of her pussy,
made wet by his mouth, moaning gently as the length of it slipped inside
her.  Sally stepped either side of the boy's head and looked down at him,
facing the opposite way that Mandy had done.  "Come on then slave, let's
have your tongue where your cock has just been.  I want you to bring me off
by licking my clit good and hard," Sally ordered as she lowered her sex to
the boy's mouth.

   Although the boy did not know it at this time, this was just the start
of a session that would last almost two hours.  The girls would regularly
change places to make alternative and continual use of his mouth and cock,
and whenever the boy began to tire or show any lack of effort, his aching
balls would be grabbed and squeezed by one of the girls to encourage him.
At the end, the girls would have achieved a number of orgasms, but the boy
would have remained unsatisfied, his mouth and jaw would ache, his tongue
would feel swollen, and his cock would be sore and tender, but the end was
a long way off as yet as Mandy continued to thump up and down on his penis,
panting and moaning slightly and Sally continued to demand that he lick her
clit harder.

  
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   I made the slip knot in the length of thin nylon cord and looped it over
the end of the boy's penis, ensuring that it fitted snugly around the shaft
of his penis, immediately behind the circumcised knob where the penis
became naturally a little smaller in diameter.  I satisfied myself that the
cord was correctly positioned, and that the metal ring was securely
attached to the other end of the cord.  I walked over to the small table
and picked up the fairly small but sturdy wooden box.  I carried it over to
where the boy was fastened and put down the box nearby.  From inside the
box I removed one of the five shiny metal weights which had '2 kilograms'
stamped on the side of it, and held it up so that the boy was able to see
the weight in my hand.  "I bet you can't guess where this is going to go,"
I said sarcastically, although the boy's face betrayed the fact that he
already knew exactly where the weight was going to go.  I walked around to
between the boy's legs, still carrying the weight in my hand. 
"Noooooo,...please, don't......not my cock, please," the boy pleaded.  I
ignored him and slipped the hook attached to the weight through the ring on
the cord, then I simply dropped the weight.  As the cord was jerked
suddenly downwards in response to the weight attached to it, the boy gasped
and wriggled.  I stepped back to admire my handiwork, watching the boy
wriggle for a moment or two in a hopeless attempt to escape the sudden pain
as the slip knot dug into the sensitive flesh and his penis was stretched.

   Even as this first weight was attached, the boy had complained that it
hurt and he began to plead with me to remove it.  I was unmoved by him.  I
had already explained to him that I had intended to punish his penis that
afternoon, to give him a foretaste of what some young lady was quite likely
to do to him once he had been sold.  I wanted to hurt his cock, to torture
it and make him suffer.  That's what a slave's penis was for as far as I
was concerned, and it was just unfortunate for the boy that it was his
penis I had chosen to amuse myself with on this particular day.  I picked
up the second weight, again of 2 kilograms in weight.  As I moved towards
the boy, he became almost frantic, begging and pleading with me, something
I found quite irritating as it was spoiling my enjoyment of torturing his
penis.  I decided to gag him before adding the additional weight, and this
soon solved the problem, his pleading being reduced to muffled grunts and
groans.  As I added the second weight to stretch him further, I wondered if
this was his reaction now, how would he possibly cope when his new female
owner got hold of him.  I was aware of many of the things young ladies did
with their slaves, sometimes out of necessity, sometimes merely for
amusement.

   All female owners had to ensure that their male slave was incapable of
rape, and there were various methods of fastening up and securing the
male's penis to prevent any form of intercourse or indeed, masturbation. 
If the boy was uncircumcised, the normal method was to make a small hole in
both sides of the foreskin and then slip a small padlock through the holes
so that the foreskin was permanently fastened over the knob of the penis,
thereby preventing the boy from masturbating.  The boy's owner could then
decide to leave the padlock attached to his cock, or remove it at her will.
If the boy was circumcised, then such methods could not be employed.  Some
ladies used a form of a chastity belt to totally cover the male's genitals,
but the vast majority preferred to have their slave's 'vital parts' on view
at all times, and therefore resorted to a restraining device which
consisted of a metal tube, about 6 or 8 centimetres long, covered on the
inside with dozens of minute, sharp edges, like miniature needles.  The
tube was slipped over the male's penis, so that it was just behind the
circumcised head, and then fastened down tightly and locked in place.  It
could not be removed without the special key which the Mistress retained,
and of course any sexual thoughts which led to a swelling on the penis
brought immediate pain.

   Such devices effectively prevented any form of sexual activity,
including masturbation, and ensured the male remained under the complete
control of his owner.  Once fitted, such devices remained on fairly
permanently, only being removed on the whim of the owner.  Such restraining
devices also allowed a Mistress to tease her slave sexually, and a great
many did, often gently stroking the slave's balls or continually fondling
the knob of the slave's penis as the boy desperately tried to control
himself and prevent his penis from swelling as a result of the attention.
If he couldn't control himself, the restraining tube was unrelenting and he
could be cause considerable discomfort from the sharp interior of the tube
digging into his sensitive flesh.

   In the following minutes, I added a third, forth and finally a fifth
weight to the cord so that eventually a total of ten kilos was hanging from
his cock.  I looked down at the unfortunate boy, who was providing me with
a delightful sight.  Completely naked and tied down securely with his legs
parted, his precious cock now stretched out between his thighs, the knob of
it a dark purple colour, as the unrelenting nylon cord biting into his cock
without mercy and stretching it, the heavy weighs seemingly attempting to
pull his penis from his body.  I simply stood at looked at him for a few
moments, and at times the boy would wriggle as if attempting to escape,
which was quite impossible due to his very secure bonds.  I wondered for a
moment what he was thinking about as he laid there.  I hoped he was
beginning to realise that what he had between his legs, the very thing
which indicated he was of the male species, his penis, which until now had
only brought him pleasure through sex and masturbation, could also be a
source of a great deal of pain and discomfort, and that he would continue
to suffer the pain and discomfort until I decided to remove the weights
which were causing his torment.  For a moment I considered using a penis
whip on him as well as his cock was so wonderfully stretched out, perfectly
presented for a thorough whipping, but as he was fairly inexperienced, I
decided against it.

   I left him in this situation for only a few more minutes before I began
to slowly remove the weights, one by one.  As I removed the final weight,
the boy trembled at the relief.  I gently and carefully removed the nylon
cord from his penis, and then I reached forward and took hold of his
battered organ once more causing him to gasp and wriggle.  A vivid red mark
could be clearly seen on his penis where the nylon cord had gripped tighter
and tighter as each weight had been added.  "There, that must feel better,"
I said, "getting those nasty weights off your cock, doesn't it?" He could
say nothing because of the gag, but still jerked and twitched as my fingers
continued to fondle and stroke him.  I removed his gag as I needed to ask
him some questions.  Teasingly, I said, "Didn't you like me stretching your
cock then?  I know it hurt a bit, but that's something you're just going to
have to get used to because I'm certain your new owner will make sure your
cock hurts quite a lot of the time, and I'm quite certain she will
regularly attach weight to you as I have just done." The boy said nothing
in reply, but just looked at me with fear in his eyes.  "Let me show you
something else which I am quite certain your new owner will have in her
house."

   I walked over to the table and picked up a piece of equipment known
universally as the 'Tickler'.  It consisted of a small metal box which
contained batteries and was held in the hand.  From the box led a number of
wires which could be attached anywhere on the body of the person who was
undergoing training.  By pressing a button on the box, an electric current
flowed through the wires which was felt by the person to whom the wires
were attached.  This flow of current could be adjusted so that the victim
felt either a mild tingling sensation at one end of the spectrum, and
severe agonising pain when the dial was turned to 'Full'.  The device had
originally been designed to encourage female slaves serve their Masters
properly, as many young ladies appeared at least initially, unwilling to
some sexual services, in particular, many disliked the idea of having to
suck their Master's penis.  The wires from the box would usually be
attached to the young ladies sexual parts, and/or her nipples and breasts
and then she would be ordered to undertake some task, such as oral sex. 
Within moments of using the device, even the most reluctant and unwilling
slave would be desperately trying to impale her mouth on her Master's cock.
Such was the success of the device, it became almost universally available
in every owners home.  Female owners simply modified the way the contacts
could be fastened onto the body so that it became equally useful on males
who were considered to be giving less than 100% effort to whatever their
task was.

   The device was very much liked by owners because of a number of factors.
Firstly, it was both simple and highly effective in use requiring no more
effort on the part of the owner than simply pressing a button.  Secondly,
the owner had complete and precise control on the degree of pain inflicted,
unlike the whip or a cane, and thirdly, it left no marks or scars.  Once
the button was released, the flow of current and the pain stopped with no
long lasting injury.  A slave could only be caned for so long, but this
device allowed a punishment to go on indefinitely.

   I walked back to the boy and showed him the device and indicated what it
did.  I had chosen a 'tickler' with three wires protruding, although as
many wires as the owner required could be added.  I put the device down on
the boy's stomach and took hold of the first lead.  I reached between the
boy's legs for his balls and wrapped the wire a couple of times securely
around the top of his ball sack.  The second wire I took and secured in a
similar fashion around his penis, winding the wire securely around the very
base of his cock.  The third wire I took and secured around his penis once
again, this time, just behind the knob where the nylon cord had previously
been fastened.  Satisfied that everything was in place, I turned and smiled
at the boy as I took hold of the control box and stepped back slightly. 
"Now then," I said politely, "I need you to tell me what you feel in a
moment or two." The boy looked up to the ceiling, fully aware that the
wires had been attached to his genitals.

   I pressed the button and the boy jumped, through shock rather than pain
as the device was set on it's lowest position.  "My...my testicles," he
said with hesitation, "I felt it buzz in my testicles." I couldn't help but
smile at the correct term he had used for his balls.  I nodded and pressed
the button again, and again the boy jumped slightly.  "That was my penis,
sir," he said, "I felt it all along my penis." Again I nodded and then
looked at his face as I pressed the button again.  This time, he jumped,
although again, there was no real pain.  "The end of my penis, just the end
of it," he said with a degree of worry in his voice.  I smiled, content
that the device was correctly attached and functioning properly.  "Good," I
said.  "You see, this is something of a demonstration.  You're new owner
will certainly have one of these devices to assist in your training. 
She'll fasten it to your cock and balls, just as I have done, and then
you'll be ordered to do something.  If you don't do whatever she orders
properly, she simply has to press a button to encourage you to do precisely
what she says." While I spoke, I had turned the dial to the position 5,
half power.

   I pressed the button again and immediately the boy jumped into the air,
as much as his bonds would allow him and at the same time he cried out,
"Owwwwww....no please, God my balls, please don't do that, I'll do whatever
you want." I smiled and said, "Don't you understand, you're already doing
exactly what I want by lying here naked, showing off your cute young
'naughty bits' and letting me have some fun with them." The boy said
nothing in reply, there was nothing he could say.  "Alternatively," I went
on, "your Mistress may spare your balls and just decide to amuse herself
with your cock." I pressed the button again, and held it down for a moment
ensuring the current continued to flow.  The boy squealed and he struggled
frantically as his penis suddenly stood in solid erection, quivering as the
electric current flowing into the muscles.  "NO, please," he begged, "that
really hurt, please don't do it again." I smiled, allowed him to relax for
a moment as he breathed heavily and then I pressed the button again.  Once
more the room was filled with his squeals as the current flowed into and
all around the circumcised head of his penis, perhaps the most sensitive
part of his genitals.  This time, he said nothing, realising that it was
pointless.

   "Do you know the most wicked part of all?" I said as I carried out a
small adjustment to the controls, and then set the box down beside him, out
of his limited reach.  "You don't even have to press the button.  The
machine can do it all automatically for you if you wish." I had set the
machine to power level 3, ensuring the boy would feel a sharp stinging
sensation, but no more, and to deliver a one second burst followed by ten
seconds of rest, before delivering the next burst of current.  The machine
would choose at random down which wire the current would flow, and it would
keep this up until the machine was switched off, or the batteries ran out
which was highly unlikely.  I pressed a button on the top of the control
box and the machine began it's cycle, delivering the electrical current to
the sensitive head of the boy's penis on this occasion, causing the boy to
gasp, his hands clenching into fists.  "I have to go now," I said to the
boy, "but I'll leave the machine on to amuse you and I'll be back in an
hour or so." The boys eyes were wide, the consequences of what I had just
said, clearly visible on his face.  He knew he would have to suffer torture
to his cock and balls until I returned, and there was nothing he could do
about it, but he would never know where he was to feel the pain next. 
Would it be his balls, the full length of his cock, or just the knob of it,
he had no way of knowing.  He opened his mouth to speak, but at the very
same second, the machine delivered another painful cycle to his sexual
organs, so instead of speaking he just gasped.  I glanced back over my
shoulder at the naked, helpless boy as I left the room and smiled.

  
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   Sally now sat in the chair, tired, but sexually satisfied having
achieved three orgasms that afternoon.  She was watching Mandy thump up and
down on the boy's still rock hard cock as she neared her forth climax,
alternatively moaning in pleasure and demanding more effort from the boy.
Finally her whole body shuddered and she threw back her head as she
climaxed for the final time.  She came to rest, fighting to regain her
breath, still with the boy's hard cock buried deep inside her.  "Nice?"
asked Sally smiling.  Mandy said nothing, but grinned, her eyes closed but
her face showing pleasure.  Slowly, Mandy raised herself so that the boy's
cock slipped out and laid along his belly, still fully erect as the tight
rubber band continued to hold him in check.  Mandy swung her leg over the
boy's prostrate body.  "Very good," she said, as she walked over to Sally
and collapsed into the chair beside her.  "I think he could have made a
little more effort, but overall, he wasn't bad at all," she said.  "What do
you think then?" asked Sally, " would three be about right?" Mandy thought
for a moment and then nodded.  She looked at the boy and said, "I suppose
I'd better explain to him, but three seems about right.  It's your turn
isn't it?" Sally grinned in response and got up and walked to the other
side of the room.

   Mandy got up and went over to the boy who appeared exhausted.  "You
weren't bad boy.  You've got a reasonably sized cock and you used it fairly
well, although it could have been better if you'd made a little more effort
to please us, especially when you were using your tongue.  Still, you
weren't too bad overall, so now it's reward time, something you'll remember
about this afternoon you spent fucking us." Mandy paused ensuring she had
the boy's full attention.  "Sally will give you three strokes of the crop
as a reminder that you are always expected to give maximum effort, and so
that hopefully next time, you will use that extra bit of effort to please
whoever decides to make use of your body for whatever purpose." She reached
down and once again took hold of the boys penis, which remained fully
erect. She held his organ between thumb and finger at the base, and
squeezed firmly so that it stood pointing vertically towards the ceiling.
She looked at him once again, and after a slight pause, said, "Sally will
of course deliver the promised three strokes of the crop to this thing,
your cock."

   Immediately the boy began to beg and plead with the girls, saying that
he had done all that was required of him and that they should now let him
go.  His pleas of course fell on deaf ears.  As Sally removed the crop from
the wall and swished it through the air a couple of times, the boy began to
babble louder, terrified by his situation.  He struggled frantically
against his bonds, but it was to no avail.  His penis remained fully erect,
the veins standing out along the length of it and the knob swollen and dark
in colour.  Mandy held it at the base so that his organ pointed upwards,
towards the ceiling, ensuring that it remained perfectly presented to
Sally. Sally took careful aim at her 'target' and held back her arm.  "Are
you ready for this ,slave, because this is going to hurt, I mean really
hurt," she said, grinning to herself at the helpless boy.  Sally was in her
element.  She loved to use and then abuse her men, making them give her
sexual pleasure whilst they were denied the same.  For her, there was
nothing more appealing than making use of some young man's big randy cock
for her own pleasure, and then gaining even more enjoyment by punishing it
for him.

   The crop whistled through the air in a blur, and Sally gave a quiet
grunt indicating the effort she had made in delivering the blow.  There was
no point in messing around giving someone a gentle smack as far as she was
concerned.  Any slave who gave less than complete and total effort must
learn the error of their ways and that meant they must feel real pain if
they were to learn anything.  There was a loud 'crack' sound as the leather
fob on the end of the crop first struck and then buried itself into the
tender flesh of the boy, striking his penis right on the circumcised head.
A split second later, the boy's body went rigid all over and a high pitched
squeal was emitted which filled the room.  The boy had never experienced
such agony before.  It felt as if the end of his cock were on fire, and he
couldn't even take hold of himself in an effort to stem the pain.  He
wriggled frantically to get away, but such efforts were quite pointless and
the girls knew it.  Sally merely grinned at the boy's obvious discomfort,
as Mandy once again ensured that the unfortunate boy's penis pointed up
vertically, ready for the next stroke of the crop.

   Sally waited a good minute until the boy was a little more composed,
before delivering the second stroke.  Again the crop whistled through the
air and once again there was a resounding 'crack', as leather made contact
with intimate and very sensitive flesh..  Again there was a rattling scream
from the boy followed by the intense wriggling.  Sally was pleased to see
that her second stroke had landed perfectly 'on target', on the knob of the
boy's penis, overlaying where the first stroke had landed.  By the time the
third stroke was delivered to his penis, the boy was only semi conscious,
and although the crack of leather meeting with flesh was just as loud as
before, the boy did not wriggle quite as much.  Sally replaced the cane on
the wall and returned to the boy with a small pair of cutters in her hand.
She wriggled the small blade between the rubber ring and the boy's flesh
and then cut the ring.  Immediately, the flow of blood returned to the
boy's penis and his erection was reduced.  As the blood flowed once more
into his organ, the boy felt a new wave of pain, as if he was being
punished with the crop again.  He uttered a long, low moan.  Sally looked
down at his penis once again and saw that the marks where the crop had
struck him were clearly visible, which caused Sally to simply grin all the
more.  A small dribble of semen could be seen at the tip of the boy's
penis. Sally reached down and grabbed hold of his now limp and battered
cock roughly, beginning to pump it up and down.  "Still fancy that wank
now, do you slave?" she asked causing the boy to moan and groan even more
as his bruised and battered organ was roughly manhandled.  The girls simply
laughed at the boy's plight.

  
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   I used the key to open the door and then stepped into the room where my
eighteen year old Dutch beauty was waiting for me.  I locked the door
behind me and then turned to face her.  She really was a stunning beauty,
especially in her present pose.  She was still naked as I had seen her
before and the gag remained in place in her mouth, but her wrists were now
fastened to a large ring in the ceiling, so that her hands and arms were
above her head.  This if anything, tended to show off her slender body even
more.  For a moment or two, I simply studied her.  She wore no make-up, nor
did she need to.  She had a natural beauty which so many Scandinavian girls
seemed to share.  Her hair was long, shining and nicely combed, she was
fairly tall and slim and perfectly proportioned in respect of her body. 
Her skin was smooth and unmarked.  I walked around to the back of her for
the first time and looked at her long slender legs and her neat looking
buttocks.  It was a young ladies backside which interested me more than
anything else as I was a confirmed 'bottom' man, and as far as I was
concerned a females best asset was her arse, and this young lady was
perfect in that respect, in fact, she was perfect in every respect.

   "If I take your gag off, do you promise to behave yourself?" I asked
her. She nodded, her eyes almost pleading with me to remove it.  I suppose
it was understandable as she had probably worn it for something approaching
three hours now.  I unbuckled the catch behind her head and allowed the
hard rubber ball to slip from her mouth.  She gasped quietly at the relief
and began to stretch her mouth and jaw to get the muscles working again. 
"There, does that feel better?" I asked.  She looked at me with a solemn,
almost frightened look on her face.  "Yes, thank you very much," she said
and then quickly added the word "Sir," as if suddenly remembering her
status.  I smiled at her.

   I went over and took hold of a chair and placed it directly in front of
her, some two metres away.  I sat on the chair and looked at her.  She was
of course aware that I was looking directly at her body, her naked body,
and with her hands still fastened high above her head, she could do nothing
to cover herself to hide her embarrassment.  "How long have you been at the
Training Centre?" I asked.  "I'm just starting my sixth week, Sir," she
responded.  I nodded.  This I considered was about the perfect time to get
hold of a trainee as by now they would have learnt the basics of what was
required, but there would still be a reluctance to do certain things. 
Females in particular still retained a little modesty at this stage of
their training and although they would be getting used to being naked and
having others constantly looking at their bodies, but they would still be
reluctant to do certain things.  A fully trained and mature slave would
simply comply with whatever order they were given without question, which
was very little fun as far as I was concerned.

   "I shall require you to do certain things for me this afternoon.  You
can either do these things willingly, or you can be made to do them, the
choice is yours, but you will do as I request anyway.  Do you understand?"
I said.  The girl chewed her bottom lip.  She wondered exactly what she
would be expected to do, but knew better than to ask a direct question at
this time.  She nodded in response.  "I shall now remove the rope from
around your wrists, but I urge you to remember your training.  If I find it
necessary to restrain you in some way, then I shall do so, but it would be
in your best interests to comply.  So, if I remove the rope, will you
behave yourself?" Again she nodded, but said nothing.  I got up from the
chair and unhitched the rope from the ceiling and then untied her wrists.
She rubbed her wrists with her hands as I tidied away the rope.  I resumed
my seat on the chair and looked at her before saying, "Right then, come and
stand in front of me and display yourself girl."

   The command to 'display' was one of the first things every trainee
learnt, whether they be male or female.  On being given the command, the
individual had to stand fully upright, legs and back straight, hands on top
of the head, and with their feet about a metre apart.  This then allowed
the observer to see all of the slave's body properly and to examine the
slave with their hands should they wish to do so.  The slave must remain
perfectly still until such time they were ordered to do something else. 
Despite it being a relatively simple task, all trainees seemed to find
great difficulty in the initial stages complying with such an order, to
stand naked in such a position, aware that their sexual parts could be
clearly seen, displaying their bodies in front of someone who was still
clothed.  For the staff at the Training Centre, getting a new trainee to
'display' themselves for the first time was considered a major step forward
in their training.  It was an indication of the individuals willingness to
comply with the wishes and orders of some other person.  The trainee would
then adopt the position whenever ordered to by a member of staff, whenever
being spoken to by a member of staff, and when appearing in front of senior
staff if they were placed 'on report' for some failing on their part during
training.

   As the staff at the Training Centre were all female, friends there had
said to me that the teenage boys seemed to find it even more difficult than
females to comply with an order to display themselves, although on
reflection, it must be daunting for a young man to stand naked in such a
pose in front of a young lady, who would most likely be of a similar age,
or even perhaps younger than him.  If a trainee found themselves on report,
and a great many did, they would be required to stand in the pose in front
of a panel of three Senior staff who would listen to the circumstances
leading to the report, and then award whatever punishment was considered
appropriate.  This procedure could take several minutes, during which time
the trainee must remain perfectly still.  For young men, this was a testing
time, standing totally naked, legs apart in front of three females seated
directly in front of him, each of whom would have a perfect view of his
almost hairless genitals, whilst they discussed what form of punishment
should be administered.  Almost without exception, the punishment for males
would be directed against his precious penis, as it was considered
important to continually remind the male that females now completely
controlled his sexual parts, and that his penis was no longer to be
considered as a source of pleasure, but as a part of his body which could
be made to suffer.

   The girl now stood in front of me in the required pose, upright and feet
apart, and although she looked straight ahead of herself, she continued to
nibble her bottom lip in anticipation perhaps of what was to come.  "You've
got a very nice body girl, very nice indeed.  You must have been popular
with the boy's before you started your training," I said.  The girl made no
reply.  I reached out and gently placed my hand on the outside of her
thigh. She flinched, but didn't attempt to pull away.  Her flesh was
completely smooth and slightly tanned from spending so much time outside
without clothes.  I could of course have touched her much more intimately,
but there was no rush as far as I was concerned.  I knew I would be
spending quite a lot of time that afternoon touching and playing with her
pussy.  I stroked her leg and continued, "Did you used to have lots of
boyfriends?" I asked.  She hesitated for a moment.  "I had a few boys I was
friendly with, Sir" she said.  I nodded slowly and said, quite casually,
"And of these boys that you were friendly with, how many of them fucked you
then?"

   The girl turned a deep shade or red and mumbled something in reply.  I
immediately told her to speak up.  "Three, Sir," she said, and then after a
pause added, "I slept with three of them, Sir." I smiled at her use of
words.  She was still so innocent.

   "So you like being fucked do you girl, having a good stiff cock in your
pussy?" She blushed even more.  "Sometimes, Sir," she said ever so quietly.
"I hope you do enjoy it," I said, "because once you're properly trained, I
should think you'll be fucked on a very regular basis.

   "Come and let me have a proper look at what your boyfriends found so
interesting girl," I said.  "Get down on the floor on your hands and knees,
get your head down and your backside well up." She shuffled down onto the
floor and put her nose to the ground.  She raised her bottom into the air a
little.  "Higher," I ordered, and she pushed her bottom up a little more.
"Now get your knees as wide apart as possible, and keep that backside up,"
I commanded.  To a fully trained slave, such an order would be an everyday
occurrence and would be obeyed instantly, but to a trainee like this girl,
it was very difficult.  She knew she had to comply, but she also realised
that she would be displaying the most intimate parts of her body to my
view, in a completely immodest way.  She shuffled her knees apart slightly.
"Wider," I said, "Much wider.  Imagine you boyfriend is behind you and
you're trying to tempt him to stick his big, hard, cock up you.  He's got
to be able to see where to stick it hasn't he, he's got to be able to see
your pussy properly." With some reluctance, she shuffled her knees apart
further.

   What a delightful view I was presented with, a good looking eighteen
year old now showing off her intimate parts in such a way that nothing was
left to my imagination.  Her hairless slot pouted towards me, the lips
slightly parted and just a little swollen, the soft pink flesh inside just
peeking into view.  Above that was her smooth and beautifully formed
buttocks, and just visible was the puckered flesh of her anus, looking like
a small rosebud.  I touched her right buttock and she flinched.  "Stay
still, girl, unless you want to feel a cane where my hand is," I said, and
she at once became still again.  My hands roamed over her buttocks, feeling
the soft flesh beneath my hands.  I parted her buttocks slightly so that I
could view her tight little anus more clearly.  My finger reached out to
touch her little rosebud and she immediately pulled away.  "No, please
don't touch me there," she said in a pleading voice, "I'm really sensitive
on my bottom." I smiled.  Most young ladies were indeed very sensitive
around the anus which is why I liked to touch them there.  I slapped her
right buttock cheek quite hard with my hand which caused her to yelp.

   "Don't tell me where and where not to touch you girl," I said, "your
body is mine, all of your body, including your arsehole, so get your
backside back in the air." She immediately did as I instructed, and once
more my finger delved between the cleft of her buttocks to gently flick
back and forth over her anus, and despite her very best efforts to remain
still, she still wriggled slightly.

   "Do you know to whom you are to be sold yet?" I asked.  "No Sir, not
until my training is completed," she said in reply.  "Well, perhaps you
will be bought by a male owner and then you'll have to keep him happy in
the traditional manner of course, but I think it more likely some female
owner will buy you." There was a moments silence and then she asked the
question I knew she would.  "Why, Sir?" I smiled to myself.  "Quite a lot
of young ladies now own a considerable number of male slaves to both look
after them and provide amusement.  Such owners often buy a pretty young
girl like you, not only to cook and clean, but also to be sometimes given
as a reward to a boy who has performed well for his Mistress.  The
deserving boy would have his penis restrainer removed and you would simply
be given to the boy for the evening so that you can please him in the usual
manner, and I'm sure you know what I mean by that." I paused for a moment
and then went on, "Of course, that's fine if you only have to attend to one
young man on an evening, but if your owner decides that perhaps four or
five boys deserve a treat and you're the only girl available, then you
could be in for a very long and busy night because five boys mean five
cocks to keep satisfied doesn't it?  And for one girl to please four or
five young men means your mouth and pussy would be kept very busy indeed.
Some owners regularly like to watch their slaves put on a bit of a show for
them, and perform in front of them while they and their guests watch.  I
don't suppose you've ever done that as yet have you, had sex with a boy
whilst someone sat and watched you?" I couldn't see her face, and she said
nothing in reply, but no doubt she was thinking of what I had said and
imagining what it would be like for her in such a household, to be
constantly available to be given to any male to make use of her sexually in
any way they pleased.

   I again touched her anus causing her to flinch.  "Have they started to
stretch you yet?" I asked.  She was obviously puzzled by my question. 
"What do you mean, Sir?" she replied.  "Here," I said, jabbing my finger at
her anus, causing her to momentarily pull away.  "Your bum hole here, have
you had it stretched yet?" "No, Sir," she said, sounding both shocked and
somewhat mystified.  "They'll start soon no doubt.  It's done by pushing in
a thin plastic rod for the first day, and then it's fastened to you so it
stays inside you all the time, day and night.  The next day, that rod is
taken out and a slightly larger rod is inserted and again fastened in
place. This goes on for a couple of weeks or so, the plastic rod inserted
into your anus getting bigger and bigger in diameter each day, slowly
stretching you all the time.  It's done for your own benefit really so that
later it doesn't hurt so much when you're fucked there for the first time."
I said it in a matter of fact sort of way and the girl gasped at the
prospect of such a thing being done to her.  "You sound surprised," I said,
but you shouldn't be, after all, it's just another one of your holes isn't
it?  Surely you realise by now the purpose of your training?  You have a
pussy as one hole, your arse as another and your mouth as a third hole, and
you're being trained to use these holes for one thing only, to satisfy
men's cocks.  No matter who you end up being sold to, you'll simply be seen
as an object with holes into which a penis, or a number of penises can be
inserted." She said nothing in response to my comments.

   As my fingers continued to explore the intimate cleft between her
buttocks, she suddenly said, "Please, Sir, I need to use the toilet.  May I
go to the bathroom?" I considered this may just be a ploy to stop me
touching her, but if it was I could turn it to my advantage.  Still stoking
her bottom, I said, "Need to have a pee, do you?" I saw her head nod as she
said, "Yes, Sir." I ordered her to get up, which she did with rapid speed.
I got out of the chair and walked over to a cupboard at the other end of
the room, from where I obtained a large bowl.  I walked back over to her
and put the bowl down onto the floor.  "There you are," I said, "one
toilet," and I smiled at her.  She nibbled her bottom lip once again, and
after a moments hesitation said, "You want me to use this," indicating the
large bowl.  I smiled and nodded.  She had started to blush.  "Where do I
go, Sir," she asked quietly.  I waited for a moment, aware of the likely
effect of what I was going to say on the girl.  "You don't go anywhere. 
You stay here and use the bowl as I have indicated, while I sit in the
chair here and watch." The girl gasped, and then blushed.  "No,...no, I
couldn't, Sir.....not while you were looking....." Her words tailed off
into nothingness.

   I adopted a firmer approach.  "Listen girl, you may think it will be
degrading and humiliating to have to urinate while I watch, but you'll do
it, even if I have to flay your cute little arse first, so I would strongly
advise you to get on with it,....Now." The girl didn't move, but blushed
furiously.  I leaned forward to rest my hands on my knees.  "Squat over the
bowl, girl, and keep your thighs well parted so I can see properly," I
ordered.  Slowly, still frantically biting her lower lip, she began to
lower herself over the bowl.  The girl was in a terrible dilemma, and I
knew it.  Her bladder was full and she needed to relieve herself, but such
functions were intimate and supposed to be conducted in private, not in the
full view of a male stranger.  Not even any of the boys she had slept with
had seen her do such a thing.  Even when caught short whilst walking or
whatever, where no toilet had been available, she always ensured she was
hidden from view.  It was different for boys of course who seemed to have
no qualms about doing such things when the need arose.  For a brief moment,
she remembered how she had been walking in woodland with a boyfriend one
day, when he had simply stepped to the side of the path, unzipped his
trousers, pulled out his penis and begun urinating whilst continuing a
conversation with her.  He hadn't seemed in the least concerned that she
was watching quite intently what he was doing, in fact, she had quite
openly stared at his cock as he relieved himself in front of her.  She
hadn't found it dirty or disgusting, quite the opposite.  She had been
fascinated and more than a little exited watching him stand there, his
penis poking out of his trousers, urinating.  But now things were very
different and far from exiting.

   "Spread those thighs girl, as wide as you can so that I can see you," I
ordered.  The girl, now squatting over the bowl, closed her eyes and forced
herself to open her thighs to fully display her most intimate parts to me.
"Good," I said, "you may begin whenever you're ready." The girl was torn
between a physical need to urinate and the mental desire to preserve her
modesty by not doing such a thing whilst I watched.  Her eyes remained
closed and she again chewed her bottom lip, but a few moments later, her
physical needs became overwhelming and a stream of warm liquid first
dribbled and then squirted from between the girl's splayed thighs and began
to splash into the bowl.  I smiled to myself and watched with interest as
she squatted there, relieving herself in front of me.

   The fact that the girl was urinating in front of me did not particularly
excite me, although it was interesting to watch.  What pleased me was the
fact that another person was having to do something they didn't
particularly want to because I had ordered it.  This to my mind was what
having a slave was all about.  It is a relatively simple matter to tie or
fasten someone so that they cannot resist and then do whatever you wish to
them, but I much preferred making them do something they may be reluctant
to do.  Ordering a pretty young girl to bend over as far as possible and
pull apart the cheeks of her backside so that I could view her bum hole and
her pussy, or demanding that some young man stand naked in front of me,
legs apart and hands on his head, displaying his genitals to me.  Then I
could simply reach out and take hold of his cock, feel it and fondle it for
as long as I wanted.  A slave had to overcome their own mental barriers of
what was considered normal and decent and allow their bodies to be used by
others in any way that was demanded of them, irrespective of whether that
would be degrading, obscene, or simply painful.

   The girl finished urinating and I allowed her to clean herself and stand
up.  For the next part of my amusement, the girl had to be secured and I
led her over to a large couch, about the size of a single bed, against the
other wall.  At one end was a low pillory into which I placed her head and
her wrists.  I closed down the top section and fastened it shut.  I
attached leather straps just above her knees, fastened them tight and then
attached them to either side of the couch, high up.  The effect was that
her thighs were pulled wide apart, her pussy easily accessible.  Out of her
sight, I brought forward a device the girls initially hated, but grew to
love.  It was a dildo, in the shape and texture of a male penis, attached
to a small device which acted as a sort of ram.  Once positioned correctly
and switched on the ram would travel back and forth over a distance of
about 150 mm, until switched off.  The positioning of the device took a
little time, but finally all was set, with the tip of the artificial penis
just touching the lips of her pussy.  I took a little lubricating gel and
gently smeared it onto the girl's pussy, ensuring her lips were well
lubricated.  I then made the final adjustments to the machine and switched
the machine on, at a slow speed to start off with.

   The artificial penis gently and slowly nosed forward, pushing it's way
between her pussy lips and forced itself into the girl's vagina, burying
itself deep inside her.  The dildo paused for a moment and then withdrew to
the tip, before forcing itself back into her vagina.  "No, please, take it
out," she squealed, wriggling frantically.  "Take it out, I don't like it."
I walked around to the front of the pillory.  "But I thought you liked
being fucked," I said, "doesn't it feel just like your boyfriend's cock,
all big and hard, slipping in and out of your pussy?" She looked at me with
pleading eyes.  "No, I don't like it," she said, "Please take it out." Had
she not been fastened as she was, I'm sure she would have wriggled out of
the way of the dildo, now gently but persistently pumping in and out of her
pussy, but of course she couldn't wriggle away.  She was being fucked by a
machine and couldn't do anything to stop it.  I adjusted the speed of the
machine so that artificial penis slipped in and out of her at the rate of
about fifteen strokes a minute.  "I'll be back soon, I promise," I said,
and walked out of the door closing it behind me, and shutting off her
wailing pleas.

  
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   I walked back down the corridor and entered the room where I had left
the young man.  He was still tied where I had left him, still with the
wires attached to his genitals, and still the machine every ten seconds was
delivering a bolt of pain to either his penis or testicles as the random
selection decided.  The boy had his eyes closed, and he no longer moaned,
but would issue only the merest grunt at times and his body flinched
slightly as each electrical charge was delivered.  I looked at his penis
carefully, although did not touch him.  There were no marks on him, no
bruising, no redness, in fact nothing to indicate his precious cock had
been tortured by the electrical device for the last thirty minutes or so. I
smiled to myself.  There was something wonderfully pleasing about abusing
some unfortunate young man's penis and it was something I never tired of. I
enjoyed having my fun with young ladies, but given a choice of victim, a
young man with a reasonably sized and circumcised penis for me to play
with, would usually be my number 1 choice.

   I switched off the machine, but the boy did not move, he didn't even
open his eyes.  I was about to remove the wires of the device from his
genitals, but then had second thoughts.  My two companions, Mandy and
Sally, would shortly remove the boy from his restraints and ensure he was
taken back to the Training Centre, but before they did so, they may well
wish to make use of his body in order to amuse themselves.  The girls were
far more sadistic than I was, particularly when it came to young men, so I
decided to leave the boy as he was, still with the wires from the cruel
electrical device attached to his genitals.  I therefore left everything as
it was and simply walked to the door.  I altered the sign on the door so
that the two girls would know that I had finished with the boy and that
they may remove him, or use him as they saw fit, and then I went and poured
myself a cup of coffee.  Whilst drinking it, I reflected that it had been
an enjoyable afternoon, but now I needed a little relief, and I knew
exactly where to get it.  I made my way back to the delightful young lady
whom I hoped would now be in the mood for a proper fuck.

  
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   On being left alone, the girl had attempted to wriggle away from the
mechanical dildo which slowly but surely pumped in and out of her, but
found that it was impossible to do so.  She had therefore simply remained
still and ignored the machine, cursing it and awaiting my return, or at
least she had attempted to ignore it.  For the first couple of minutes, it
had been easy, but then slowly, she found herself unable to think of
anything other than what was pumping in and out of her pussy.  She started
to become unintentionally aroused, but made a conscious decision to fight
her instincts.  Surely, she couldn't be aroused by such a vile thing
pumping away inside her?  oon though, despite her efforts, she could think
of nothing else apart from the false penis sliding gently in and out of
her, reminding her continuously of her boyfriend's own penis and how big
and hot it had felt inside her when he screwed her.  She began to wriggle
increasingly with pleasure, pushing back as far as she were able whenever
the machine pushed forward, so that she could get the full length of the
false penis inside her, stimulating her still more.

   I opened the door, which was located behind her and watched for a
moment. She, being unaware of my presence, continued to wriggle, her
breathing had now become more rapid, and she was beginning to gasp.  She
was approaching her orgasm.  Despite the fact she had tried to ignore the
machine as it continually pumped the artificial penis in and out of her,
she had been unable to.  Her natural feelings had been aroused, and despite
her bonds, she had begun to thrust against the machine as it plunged into
her, thereby increasing her pleasure.  I walked slowly towards her, picking
up a thin leather plaited riding crop on the way, and switched off the
machine, the dildo still buried deep inside her.  She wriggled her bottom
frantically in an effort to restore the feelings she had been experiencing,
and groaned loudly.  I walked to the front of the pillory which held her
head and hands fast.  "Did you like that?" I asked.  She looked up
slightly, blushing, aware that I had seen her co-operating with the machine
for her own pleasure.  "Yes," she said quietly, "yes, Sir I did." "Would it
please you if I were to switch the machine back on?" I asked.  She nodded
slowly.  "Yes, Sir, it would," she replied.  "Then perhaps," I said, "this
is the time when we can please each other." She looked puzzled.

   I swiftly removed my t shirt, then unzipped and pulled off my trousers.
I paused for a moment, but only a moment before pulling down my pants and
stepping out of them.  I noticed that immediately, her eyes focused on my
cock, which was now immediately in front of her face.  I had designed the
pillory so that a girl's head would be held at the appropriate height. 
"Now then," I said, "if I switch the machine back on to please you, what
could you do to please me?" With my penis only centimetres from her mouth,
the answer was obvious, and she knew exactly what I wanted her to do. 
"Please Sir, I don't want to do that, Sir," she said.  "Do what?" I said
teasingly, my fingers on the switch of the machine, "I don't want to
.....to use......use my mouth, Sir" Her eyes lifted to look at me for a
brief second, pleadingly, and then fell back to my penis.  "That's a real
pity," I said, taking hold of my penis and slowly pulling back the foreskin
so that the knob was exposed to the girl's view.  "You see, if there is one
thing I really like, it's having some pretty young lady like you put my
cock in her mouth and suck on it.  I really though you'd like to give my
cock her a nice long suck, but as you don't want to, it looks like I'm
going to have to persuade you otherwise."

   Her buttocks were slightly higher than her head, and therefore I had no
need to alter my position.  I flicked the end of the crop against her left
buttock.  It was not a hard stroke, but it still made a lovely crack sound
as the leather made contact with her flesh and she immediately squealed and
wriggled.  Before she had any chance to recover, the crop bit into the
right buttock cheek, and once again she squealed.  I cracked the crop down
on her arse in fairly quick successive strokes, alternating between her
left and right cheeks.  On each stroke she wriggled more, and a delightful
sight it was, still with the dildo buried deep inside her.  After ten
strokes I stopped.  She was wriggling frantically and gasping and
spluttering.  My penis remained right in front of her nose, her head firmly
trapped in the pillory.  After a moment I said, "So tell me, slave, what do
you want to do?" She made no coherent reply, merely moaning and sniffing.
"Obviously, you haven't made up your mind yet.  Perhaps another ten will
help you concentrate a little more."

   As soon as the first stroke of the crop hit her backside yet again, she
began to yell out, "Owwwww....I'll do it, I'll do it.....I promise, I'll do
it.....Owwwwwww..." I took no notice of her 'promises' as I lashed the crop
into her soft flesh, perhaps this time a little harder than before.  She
wriggled frantically to escape, but I still managed to lay the strokes
across her arse, left.....right......left.....right, the girl squealing
louder and louder each time the crop made contact.  After the tenth stroke
I again paused.  "Decided what you want to do yet, girl?" I asked.  Through
sobs and gasps, she said quietly, "I want to suck it,.....your cock....I
want to suck it...." I smiled, knowing that the girl was defeated "Are you
talking about my penis, slave.  Where do you want it?" I asked.  She looked
up slightly towards my face.  "In my mouth, Sir, please put your penis in
my mouth so that I can suck it," she said, gasping slightly.  "I'm glad
you've seen sense girl," I said.  "What you must remember at all times, is
that your role in life is to please others and your body must always be
available for others to make use of.  What you want or don't want is of no
consequence at all is it?" She slowly shook her head in defeat.  "Good
girl," I said, "Now get my cock in your mouth."

   I took hold of my penis and held it out to her, quite purposefully just
out of her reach.  She strained against the pillory to bring her mouth into
contact with my penis, and I smiled, pleased at the effort she was making.
I leaned forward slightly and the end of my penis vanished inside her
mouth, and then she put her warm wet mouth to work.  I switched on the
machine again and her whole body shuddered in pleasure, and she began to
wriggle.  She sucked quite well, obviously it was not the first penis she
had ever had in her mouth, but I felt obliged to occasionally flick at her
arse with the crop, just as a gentle reminder to keep up the effort, and
concentrate on what was in her mouth, and not on the dildo in her pussy.  I
held her head gently and looked down at her as her mouth worked back and
forth, her tongue licking and caressing my knob.  No matter how good
looking a girl was, she always somehow looked more attractive with a penis
buried in her mouth, particularly if the penis in question was mine!  "This
isn't the first time you've had a cock in your mouth, is it girl?" I asked,
"I bet you used to suck your boyfriend's cock for him as well didn't you?"
The girl however, did not reply, she just went on wriggling and sucking.

   Within moments I was fully erect, my cock slipping in and out of her
mouth to the back of her throat.  I was tempted to let her continue, but I
knew she was nearing her orgasm, and I wanted to be the one to bring her
off, not some machine.  I swiftly pulled my penis from her mouth and
switched off the machine.  She wailed in dismay.  I pulled the machine out
of the way and then knelt on the couch behind her.  I rubbed the knob of my
cock up and down her very lubricated slot a couple of times, and then
without further warning, rammed into her.  She cried out in a mixture of
surprise and pleasure.  I began to fuck her, not gently as if making love,
but fucking her, ramming my cock in and out of her velvety wet pussy. 
Within moments she was wriggling and moaning, crying out as she orgasmed
whilst I continued to slam into her.  Her pussy was very wet, but still
tight, her arse, red and warm thanks to the crop I had used on her.  I
continued to ram into her for another minute or so, but then, as she began
to relax, the waves of pleasure still sweeping over her, I got down off the
couch and went once again to the front of the pillory, my cock, fully
erect, glistening with her juices.

   "You know where this has just been, don't you girl?" This time when you
suck it, you get to taste your own pussy as well.  Open your mouth," I
ordered.  She didn't hesitate for a second, but opened her mouth and
allowed me to slide my cock in.  Her mouth once more went to work in it's
delightful way.  I still had the crop in my hand, and no doubt she could
see it out of the corner of her eye, but I did not feel it was necessary
for me to use it further, as she was making a considerable effort.  As I
felt my pleasure rising, I began to push more of my cock into her mouth. 
She started to make little sounds, perhaps in protest, but I took no heed.
Within moments I was reaching my peak.  I placed my hand either side of her
head to prevent her pulling away, and then I came, squirting my orgasm into
her mouth and leaving her no choice but to swallow my seed.  I came as if
it were for ever, pumping into her mouth.

   I left my cock in her mouth for thirty seconds or so, and then slowly
pulled it out.  I said nothing, and nor did the girl.  I looked at her,
naked and trapped in a pillory, her legs apart and pussy still wet after
being fucked by a machine.  Yes, what fun one could have with slaves.  Life
was indeed good......

   The End.

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