On reaching Australia it would pass through immigration and baggage reclaim and wait to be approached remaining silent and completely submissive unless ordered otherwise.

Being handed its passport and its one-way ticket together with a small allowance of currencies for the journey was a measure of the trust that the Network placed in its commitment. That gave it pause for thought as did the fact that it was being given this opportunity of experiencing the Network’s activities in Australia. Occasional visitors to London had given it an idea of the hardness of the Network’s Australian contingent and it had some concerns whether it would be up to the harsh conditions that it might encounter.

It knew that it was trusted to minimise its social interchanges during the journey but that it must be courteous and helpful whenever necessary and alert for opportunities for service and submission. There is an art to combining a self-effacing, disciplined containment with being aware of others and being ready to serve. In particular, a slave, like itself, had to be on the look out for other members of the Network and aware that the Network often arranged for its members to meet without warning either of them that a meeting was likely. Although simply dressed itself, a superior in the Network would probably be dressed more formally though plainly so that the dark suited man in the white shirt and plain coloured blue tie now walking towards it could well be a Network member.

‘No need to speak now, simply follow me.’

‘Passport, boarding card and ticket – thanks.’

‘We have seats together and they should be in a fairly quiet spot.’

‘That’s right, pick up my bags and follow at a proper distance.’

The suit was smart but unostentatious; the wearer matched the suit in terms of seeming bright but humble. He was to be this slave’s companion and, presumably, a gentle reminder of its ongoing commitment within the Network. It had been trusted and yet supervised and now its ticket, boarding pass and passport were in the pocket of a Network supervisor.

‘I’ve arranged to use a first aid room as you have three injections to receive.’

‘I gather that you are used to them – just a couple of ethyl alcohol and one of testosterone to help prepare you for your life in Australia where they put quite an emphasis on a slave’s physique.’

We entered a side room – he slipped the lock on the door and instructed it to strip and lie on the examination bed. He got out a blood pressure cuff, put the cuff on the right arm and asked it to clench its fist whilst he pumped up the cuff – soon he had identified a suitable spot in the inside of its elbow, wiped it with a rub and put a quantity of testosterone straight into its bloodstream.

‘I imagine you’ll be getting quite a lot more of this hormone seeing that you’ve no balls to provide your own.’

Now just a little treatment for that cock – He loaded an elastrator with a green band and did a little work to ensure that some extra blood had engorged the cock before trapping that blood in the cock using the green band.

‘It won’t be on too long but I shall be giving you a couple of shots.’

‘The first will go in the corpus cavernosa – that’s the topside erectile tissue – wipe, prick and a slow injection.’

“And the second in the corpus spongiosum – might as well pop it in your glans, just another wipe, prick and a nice slow injection.’

‘Now we’ll just let the alcohol do its work for a while; then I’ll cut off the rubber ring and the remaining alcohol will flow into your body – you may feel a bit drunk – just let it happen for now.’

For a while then, He let it lie there feeling the alcohol at work – meantime He himself stripped off. Initially He had his back to this boy. I admired His body – beautifully trained in a gym and hairless – He turned and its gaze immediately fixed on His groin where the balls hung below a smooth, cockless pubic area.

“Yes, the Network arranged for some neat surgery – anyway, I’d better relieve that elastration or you’ll need a dead cock trimmed off.’

“OK, you can get up, get on those knees and explore me with your mouth and hands – Now !”

That “Now!” converted an invitation into an order – nonetheless one with an element of mutual enjoyment.

Very soon this slave was prostrate before Him, its lips kissing His feet, its hands working their way up those smooth, well defined legs, taking time and enjoying the progression towards His groin.

It had been trained to take the journey slowly – to provide each participant with space to relish the enjoyment of the Top’s body, to allow each hand and the lips and tongue to play their part. It was sensitive to His responses and sought to adapt its technique – some Men preferred a soft touch and long sensuous movements, others preferred a firmer feel and some were looking for rough handling and the use of a slave’s teeth… He was a good customer guiding it with murmurs of appreciation and not hurrying the worship – they had plenty of time.

It reached His balls, moved round the scrotum with lips and tongue and then took a ball into its mouth – to feel the shape and texture of a living, virile, testicle was a marvellous sensation – the looseness of His scrotal skin contrasting with the firmness of the ball itself as it moved within the sac – mmmmm wonderful – its hands had reached His hole – its well trimmed fingers beginning to explore His arsehole and getting a receptive welcome.

“OK, wait whilst I lie down… then get on top in the 69 position.”

He took this boy’s cock into His own mouth whilst it began to tongue the hole where a relocated urethral outlet had been made, pierced and ringed. He was cockless – the surgery had been radical and He had lost the root of His cock – the route to an emission for either of them lay in milking their respective prostates.

Lying there – kissing and sucking that urethral hole, fingering His arsehole, it was aware that He had begun fingering its own arsehole.

It used its tongue to good effect on His perineum whilst it felt the milking of its own prostate and enjoyed being cock sucked. Each of us sought to milk the other as fully as time allowed and then He indicated that the time had come to get dressed and back on track for the journey.

“They’ll be a colleague to deal with you in Singapore but you’re stuck with me for this leg of the journey.”

Of course that all happened long ago and this slave has had many opportunities of feeling pain around its genital area from its boyhood onwards – looking back it feels that it’s been an odd sensation when it never became a fully functioning male but only had artificial periods of masculinity when – as at that stage in its life – it was receiving testosterone supplements.

This slave realised that the man was now taking the opportunity of inspecting its body – he felt the almost empty scrotum:

‘Someone did a good job dealing with those testicles.’

“And you’ve done a good job with the razor – you’ll need to keep up that standard – I gather they like their slaves smooth in Sydney.’

It felt fingers exploring for its prostate gland:

‘So they’ve left you with a prostate and with all this testosterone, I can imagine that you’ll be longing to let some of that fluid go – careful, you’ll be severely punished if you revert to any of those adolescent practices – but maybe you never engaged in wanking.’

‘In Australia, you’ll be meeting some guys whose habits have had to be dealt with through various degrees of severity – happily the Network has some skilled surgeons who know how best to treat bad habits.’

‘My instructions are to milk that prostate now – relax I’ll put on gloves and

use plenty of lubricant and see what we can do to empty it out before the flight.’

In fact, it was given a pretty thorough fisting in that first aid room whilst the alcohol did its work and the milking only started once the elastrator band had been cut off.

As a finale, He took out some wintergreen and treated the whole area including its hole to a liberal massage with methyl salicylate – a burning reminder of the physical parts that he continued for some time – then He ran some hot water, got out a flannel and it got that second shot of pain as the hot soapy flannel worked on the treated parts and got them ready for the flight.

A good sized butt plug went in and it was ordered to get dressed again – it imagined that few guys have such a worthwhile time whilst awaiting an intercontinental flight.