The most precious possessions any man has are his own thoughts and memories. And these are the most important things that this man must be stripped of in order for another man to bond him for life to become and remain his slave.

Whether hours, days, weeks, months or years are necessary for a Master to remove a slave’s sense of it’s own self, the end result will be that the slave is separated from any sense of free-will. With time and proper training, any human male can be reduced to a mindless slave.

I had no idea how much my life would change when this very sexy and handsome new master I met almost five years ago told me that he had decided to keep me once he’d made just a few minor alterations. I assumed it would be something along the lines of teaching me to put the toilet seat down. That would be cool. I really get off on men telling me what to do especially top men that are interested in ‘training’ me.

As far back as I can remember my sexuality has always centered on me being property, an object for another man to own, use and enjoy. I have never felt such pride in myself and who I am as when another man has put a collar around my neck and attached a leash to it so he can take me out to show off as his slave.

Since I was claimed as property five years ago, my entire image has developed around me being publicly identified as a fag. Everyone who looks at me knows my entire existence is centered on men fucking me and me servicing their cocks. My owner wants people to know that he owns me and realize how he uses me.

Understand I love my life as I am. I love being a slave and for men to use my two cock holes for long hours of fucking and sucking. I love being kept captive and beaten until each lash of the whip transforms into a sweet loving caress. I like overhearing other shoppers in the Safeway whispering about me. I enjoy my master publicly displaying me in full leather and latex so that there is no doubt about what men use me for. I am proud that my owners cock is my entire life.

When my owner, Master informed me that he had decided to take permanent ownership of me and that from then on I was his sole property was the happiest day of my life. I’ve always known that my destiny and purpose in life is to be owned by a man to for him to possess, control and use. He told me that he would be moving me into his home to be added to his collection of other slaves and that is where I would spend the rest of my life.

This man I now belong to is one of the top slave trainers in the world and keeping slaves is his passion. I am so lucky that he chose me. He’s always telling us how much fun it is to break a resistant slave. His greatest pleasure comes from changing a free man into a something that exists only for his pleasure.

Some of the other slaves being kept with me had important careers outside before. One was a lawyer in a top Wall Street firm making over a million dollars a year. Now it’s covered in tattoos, wears total leather and works at the local S&M shop as a clerk/model getting paid $17,500 a year, but does get good tips.

Like me our owner installed a gold ring in its nasal septum permanently closed so the slave can’t remove it. The slave was embarrassed for a very short time that everyone could see it’s nose ring, but got over it fast. Now I think it actually flaunts its nose ring.

The other slave was a senior executive in a big New York bank. It was taken on a withdrawal and is not intending to redeposit. He got the nose ring too so we are three matched slaves. Each of those two boys was coasting at the top in their profession. Now, they are both down here with me, living naked with other naked men being kept ready for sucking and fucking with other men that has become our entire lives.

The Wall Street banker and lawyer fellow pussies probably looked great in their perfectly tailored $4,000 Brioni suits back when they passed as respectable people. I heard that photos of them in their current new lives were sent around to people in their former old lives that shocked and outraged over sick and deviant behavior. The idea was to cut them off from every part of their former lives and it worked very well.

As for them and for me, my old independent free life was over and our new lives would be nothing like we had imagined. The easy cost of surrendering control of my life and giving myself to be permanently owned by another man freed me from difficult and worrisome freedom. I bought a guarantee that for the rest of my life I would be housed, fed and cared for; as well as used, enjoyed and transformed. That is another kind of freedom; released from responsibility or decision making, I have the security of knowing that my entire life is finally taken into responsible and expert control of another man.

Now, the three of us are instantly recognizable on the street as fuck and suck holes. We are heckled as fags, queers, homos and all the other put-downs. There is nothing to be done here since our owner makes us spend a lot of time outdoors where people looking at us dismiss us just because other men fuck me and I suck their cocks. The negative value judgement here would be funny if it wasn’t so stupid.

But how can you expect someone who hasn’t experienced the pleasure of having another man’s cock driving in and out of a man’s fuck-hole to understand true pleasure. They will never be able to feel the overwhelming sense of loving that makes a man’s cock as your own life while you spend hours making love to it. After all, why should the fact that a man shoves his hard cock up my fuck-hole reflect on me as to what kind of person I am. And why should they care that in blissful gratitude that I spend the next day completely enraptured with making love to your cock.

From the start he immediately changed my appearance so I would be publicly recognized as his cock-hole slave. He shaved my entire body, head, eyebrows and all. When I looked at myself in the mirror it was a shock, but also a huge turn-on. I really liked the idea that another man had taken control of me and would be drastically changing my life forever.

And the strangest thing happened. I felt no shame or embarrassment that strangers and former friends would now look at me and realize that men use me to service their cocks. In fact I really loved that idea. All of a sudden I was bursting with pride that everyone should realize that my Master owns me. I was so proud of the fact that for the rest of my life, I would irrevocably be a man’s slave. And that there was nothing else I wanted from life than exactly that.

His taking control of me was the start of a long and carefully thought out process of modifying me as his work of human art. The hair and the fag clothes were only the start. He needed almost a full year of twice weekly sessions with the laser hair removal clinic to have every last follicle on my body removed. Then he has begun to draw upon my body his ambitious tattoo designs that will eventually cover me. Of course he takes me out to his favorite leather club for display every weekend so his buddies can follow the process of my modifications.

At home I am always kept naked as his other slaves. We all had assigned work responsibilities that kept us all busy 12 hours a day. Whenever we were off-shift and not being used for sex, our owner stored us in a small but comfortable room convenient for easy quick access. We had a king-size mattress in the middle of the room and up to six of us slaves were kept there until our owner had a use for us.

Every one of us slaves are a 100% bottom without any top ability whatsoever. So since there was nothing any of us can do except bump pussies, my Master has no worry of us getting into any trouble. In fact he often stops in to just look at all our shaved naked bodies intertwined into a mound of human male slave meat.

Lust is easily communicated with only a short glance. But once a man has run his eyes across me and decided he will fuck me, then the spice comes in. It’s OK to be fucked by someone you know and feel safe with, but where’s the frizzle there. Doesn’t everyone have some deep dark seated fantasy about being kidnapped and kept for the rest of life as a harem wife.

I have such a powerful feeling that an enormous sense of relief, satisfaction and mostly fulfillment is waiting for me just around the corner. And all that I have to do to realize it is just the simple act of giving myself totally into a man’s control. And I am so excited that with him taking ownership and control of me, I will be freed up from all the tedious daily drudge of living and that for the rest of my life. I will trust his judgement and wisdom for making every decision over my life.

It’s been almost six months since my owner took control of me and my life. I’ve really enjoyed being kept in the playroom with Master’s other slaves. They are all really great guys and I’m becoming very fond of them all. Each of them is a truly gorgeous man, both inside and out. They are all eye candy and I love just looking at them.

It’s amazing how similar all of us are. We are all between 6’, 3” and 6’, 5” and weigh around 200 lbs. with short haircuts, muscular builds and look fantastic dressed up in well-cut stylish suits. We are closely spaced in age with the widest gap being seven years. None of us is currently married although two had been and are now divorced. We all have similar long, lean and lanky builds that for me is because of rowing crew in college. As I get to know these guys better, I’ve been getting a feeling that we are all clones.

As I said I really love to just watch my stable mates, or meats as our owner’s friends call us. They are all such handsome men but their attraction is natural like it comes from the mountains themselves. Another reason I like to look at them so much is that our owner keeps all of us naked except for the skimpy matching iridescent bikini briefs they all wear in public.

Our owner believes as do I that by nature a Master needs to own several slaves and that this is natural and inevitable. By the same token, a slave can only serve one master and have only one owner. I believe that a healthy S&M male family unit will have a single strong Alpha male Master with two or three submissive slaves, all living together.

He was very straight with me from the beginning that I would be an addition to his slave family and it was my job to fit myself in ASAP. He told me that from then and for the rest of my life, I would be a whore and eventually a very rare and special whore. Needless to say this is a dream life come true.

He told that until he collected and trained enough male slave whores that I would be servicing a very large number of cocks on sometimes a daily basis. He expected me to quickly learn. In order to be quickly trained, each of us was to be placed with one of a company of soldiers and used as their camp whore for the next three to six months. After that time we were promised that there would be no better skilled set of cock holes anywhere. Eventually we would all be gathered back together, for when our physical modifications would start. All in all, the program will take 2 ½ to 3 years but when finished, he guaranteed that we would be the most talented and sought after whores in the world. Sounded really good to me.

I was shipped out to one of the construction battalions out near the eastern border. 200 men stuck way out in the boonies that hadn’t had access to any cunt for over a year. And were those horny boys randy. At that point all they cared about was a hole to plow. For 16 to 18 hours a day I had a steady flow of sexually charged up men who were almost frantic with desire to plow their Viagra enhanced, engorged cocks up my ass or mouth. Most of them preferred fucking women, but not one would give up his slot in the schedule for fucking me.

Finally very late every night the steady stream of men hungry to fuck me slacked off, and all of us whores could get a few hours rest. We all knew that the morning could come (not a pun, but is a good one) very early depending on the level of the men’s hormones, so we always grabbed whatever sleep we could.

My Master and his closest friends would get together once a month and everyone’s slaves were pooled for use in the event. Some of us slaves were just used for decorations and didn’t have to do anything else except remain hung up somewhere within easy reach to suck whoever’s cock wants to stick in our face. At the end of these monthly parties, all of us slaves are crusted with drying cum.

I’ve mentioned that we would be specially modified and I would be in tremendous demand. I wasn’t sure at first what that might be, except I had a dawn of awareness as I started to think about the other slaves in our stable. They all looking totally hot with their tanned, hairless muscular bodies wearing their gorgeous matched shimmering pastel bikini briefs.

But, I started looking at their tiny coverings and realized that underneath they were all flat, not one had any bulge at all. And that’s when I understood that these gorgeous handsome men were really not men at all. Their sexual organs had been removed and these stunning examples of male-muscled good looks, they were all just facades.

They were all eunuchs and I was to be a eunuch as well. And then I thought that I liked façade and how much I would enjoy being kept naked with such sweet and good-looking guys being shown off by a man as his eunuch property. Oh yeah, I really like that thought.

And for me living with public recognition that men fuck me and I suck their cocks isn’t a problem. In fact I really like that people recognize me for what I am. That’s because I really like being a slave and want people to understand that about me. It is central to the core of my sexual identity. So when I see some hot guy in his hot suit looking at me and thinking about getting me to suck his cock, I start thinking about how to get him to go the whole way and fuck me.

From the beginning I was told that I was expected to earn my keep. There were the two former corporados that were obviously being trained for things they weren’t taught in Harvard law school. Two of the guys were full-time prostitutes. Master keeps them out on the street every night and then they entertain clients in their rooms during the day. In our group they have a special place and because they are ‘working’, are exempted from the daily procedural rules that control our daily lives.

I don’t know what their original names were, but Master renamed them as “Skag’ and ‘Scum’. At first those sounded like awful names and I was beaten when I said so. That I would criticize my owner’s choices is one of the worst offenses and punishment is appropriate. As it turns out, we’ve seen so many men shuttled through their beds that the names are appropriate. And so we’ve all gotten used to their new names and they seem to be proud of what our owner chose to call them.

Skag and Scum will be leaving our family soon. Master received an order for two disposable slaves and they were the only ones that fit the requirements. So a van will be coming by on Saturday to pick them up and transport them to their new home. I’m not sure why but I’ve got a bad feeling here. The rumors are that they will be working in one of those 24/7, fast in and out brothels in Damascus. That’s a tough life being kept chained to a bed and fucked 18 to 20 hours a day. The only guys I’ve seen that can survive the incessant sucking and fucking had all checked out their brains at the door.

It is both sad and an extraordinary turn-on to be pounding some hot guy’s ass while he has disassociated himself from reality and you know that your hole is just some mindless lump that you don’t even have the trouble to say hello. Just flip it onto it’s stomach and pound away until you shoot streams of your sweet, hot cum deep into it’s fuck-hole.

Later on I caught up with Skag and Scum. They were both hung up in the middle of the room and everyone was aware that whoever wanted to could have fun with their two cock-holes. After what have must have seemed to be an eternity to them, Master unhooked them and let them collapse into two quivering hunks of over-stimulated and well-tenderized slave-meat.

All of us were collected into the hold of the van and taken back to the brothel. Skag and Scum both whined about being tired and needed rest time, but Master immediately put them back out into the market and last I saw of them that night they were working hard to service all the cocks that wanted to use them.

Master took me aside and told me that I was not to be working as a common brothel whore, but would be serving ‘special purposes’ administrator. It seems that a growing number of the ultra-wealthy international sadistic community and OPP (Other Peoples Pain) junkies had focused on me as their preferred subject to torture.

So I spent a year being subjected to the worst fantasies of sexual domination and torture. Then my owner abruptly pulled me out. He told me that he had placed me with those psychopaths so that I would have the broadest and most intensive training to be the slave that I am by nature.

And he was right. They did an extraordinary job with my slave training. By the time I was let go to assume my new place in life, I was saying “Yes Sir, Right away Sir, I am so sorry Sir’ to ATM machines. In the first six months after my slavery became permanent, my owner had many compliments on his having such and obedient and well trained slave.

Of course those days were so long ago that today they seem like a faint memory of another life that I have no urge to remember. What is important in my life today is that I fulfill every need, desire, urge, craving, pleasure, comfort and happiness of the man that owns me. He is the center and entirety of my universe. As long as he wants me that is all the comfort I need.

I was sorry when Skag and Scum were sold and went to live with their new owner. They were good guys and I enjoyed them. We all liked to cuddle and rub our pussies together. There is something quite extraordinary about living touchy-feelly with other hot eunuchs. All of us had been gelded together a long time ago so our owner had nothing to think about any funny stuff.

Anyway, we are moving along with my body modifications. The whole plan is for an allegorical story written across my flesh. The tattooed area of my body is growing and my owner has started private showings for his friends of me naked.

Clipper