It was all my fault. My owner Master Steel had told me that I was not permitted to speak to strangers without his permission. We were stopped at a service station in Georgia or Arkansas or Montana or someplace. I was riding with him on his bike down 95 to drop me off with some guy in Florida who had rented me to use for a month.

Usually I get sent by train or plane to his customers, but there was an available hole for sale down there he wanted to check out so it was convenient for him to ship me himself. The plan was my heaven. I’d get the special treat of holding on to him for the 30 hours riding time we’d spend travelling down there. Plus I’d sleep with him through the trip.

Except until I messed up big time. He was in the convenience store buying some stuff for us. Another master with his slave had also ridden up and gone inside leaving his slave outside near me. That boy was trained as bait for its owner acquiring new holes like me. The boy was adorable and came right on to me. In the less than 10 minutes my owner was inside, we were embracing and it had its tongue down my throat.

Then my master came out and saw that. He exploded. I was torn out of the cutie-pies arms and thrown to the asphalt. He ripped off his studded belt and beat me until I was in tears. The cute hole boy, its owner, the shopkeeper and a few motorists that had driven in were all watching me as his slave being disciplined.

One guy made a feeble protest and shut up when Master Steel whipped around and said in his cold, peremptory voice that it was a personal matter.

Then he pulled out a few restraints, cuffed my arms and my legs. He picked me up, threw me across the back of his bike and secured me in place with some bungee cords. He jumped onto the bike, kick started the motor and peeled off leaving a strip of rubber laid down.

He must have ridden through almost a full tank of gas when we got to some kind of secure compound deep in the woods. He stopped in the middle of a dirt courtyard surrounded by concrete walls and bunkers. I was unfastened from his bike and dropped into the dust. A couple of big burley guys in tight fitting leather single-suits came out. Nobody said a word and they picked me up and carried me into one of the buildings.

I was stripped naked and then they threw me into a shower where I was drenched in some stinging chemical wash and then rinsed off. Every hair on my body washed away with that rinse. After my depiliation rinse, they prodded me into another small room where I was buffeted all around with hot air dryers like those public lavatories have.

When I was dried off, the door opened to release me into a large room filled with several other naked hairless denutted boys like me. A tall wall circled our area with dozens of hot masters looking down at us naked slaves. Every now and then one of them would point to one of us and when he did; two big leather clad men would come out and haul the selected slave out of the ring.

Later on I saw a few of the boys that were selected outside in the city. Two were harnessed pulling a carriage. A third was being walked on all fours naked in a collar and on a leash and three more were hung naked stretched across the walls as decorations at a party I was taken to.

What happened with me is that I was used as a public brothel suck/fuck hole slave whore for a day. At least a hundred men must have used my two cock service holes that day. I was used for purposes I had never imagined. my asshole has never felt more abused in my whole life as a hole whore.

Then all of a sudden I was taken out of the brothel pit and locked in a tiny room without windows or light. I was told that I spent 30 days in that almost complete sensory deprivation chamber but for me it felt like eternity.

Once I was released, I had to be put into a physical rehab program. Another month and my weight loss was reversed and I had the energy back to endure regular whipping/fuck and suck sessions again. Within a few weeks my skin had lost its pale sens-dep pallor and regained its normal black and blue coloration.

The best part was when I got to be put back in the tank where all my other eunuch buddies were kept. The boy holes all wanted to hear every detail of my abuse. Since we have all been reprogrammed to crave punishment, their envy overwhelmed me.

There were a couple of surprises waiting for me. Master Steel had acquired two new slaves, one of which had been neutered already. Four of the boys had gotten major new body art.

My best buddy, hole-022f, had its entire head encircled with a serpent tattoo that is about to plunge as an engorged cock into its mouth. Since every hair on its head had already been permanently removed, it looked real good. It told me that it had been sold to some guy and was being modified to its buyer’s specs.

Then it showed me where not only did it have the standard castration, but its penis had also been removed as well. Its groin looked and felt so clean and pure without the offensive intrusions of useless male sexual organs to clutter up what should be a hole's smooth crotch.

I knew that would be the last time I'd ever see my friend hole-022f. Once one of us holes gets shipped out to a buyer, we never see each other again. So this time with hole-022f was very special. I grabbed it in my arms and gave it a big bear hug. That felt so good feeling our empty crotches rubbing together. Our owner walked in and found us like that, hole-022f had already been sold but he beat me until I was unconscious. Gosh I love being his property so much! I know that every lash of his whip acrosss my naked body is another loving caress.

The new holes that were added while I was incommunicado are all great boys. I’m looking forward to getting to know them. I can't wait until they are denutted so we’ll be able to slither around with each other bumping pussies. Our owner encourages that with his eunuchs because he says it teaches us important lessons in sensuality. I just like running my hand over another eunuch’s empty crotch.

Wow, time to go. I’m 6 minutes late reporting for work in my bed. 10 minutes or more lateness is an automatic 24 hours being hung in the whipping scaffold. That can be a bummer except when the men decide to fuck me.

Slave boy joe