Gary becomes Mike's slave - body and soul, and he takes part in his first Slave Master's challenge where he witnesses a slave auction.
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The Grand Master’s Plan: Chapter Three As Gary waited in front of Mike’s house he took a closer look at the roses. He noticed that they were all dark colors, variations on a theme of ox blood and widow’s mauve, the colors of deathly passion. Mike came out of the house holding his car keys and carrying a large hockey bag stuffed with equipment. He was radiant and full of energy “We’ll take my car over to Pete’s – I think that’s easiest if we’re coming back here later.” Mike clicked the garage door opener on his key chain and the door slowly rose like a drawbridge. Gary felt strange wearing the hot pink shirt and tight white pants that Mike had made him put on – the look just wasn’t him and he wasn’t sure if he could handle his appearance in public. Mike signaled him to get in the car. It was a black Mercedes ‘Kompressor’ convertible and Gary was a little taken aback. He wondered how Mike could afford such a car and it seemed out of place exiting the garage of the shabby little pueblo style bungalow. Gary asked what he did for a living, remembering that he never got an answer the last time he left Mike’s place, and he was told simply “I’m a diver.” Mike surprised Gary with a rose from the garden when he got in the car and then held out a studded dog collar. “This is for you.” Mike said simply as he motioned Gary to don his collar. Gary felt strange to be outside dressed in something he could be beaten up for wearing in the wrong neighborhood and sporting a collar to boot! They drove into Los Angeles and ended up at Pete’s in good time, managing to stop on the way for burgers, much to the chagrin and embarrassment of Gary who had to endure the stares and snickers of children. Gary noticed an ancient green Chrysler from the forties parked in Pete’s driveway and a monstrous silver SUV behind it. “Doug and Patty are here, so are Craig and Diane… this should be interesting.” Mike gave Gary a wry smile and parked curbside. “Who are Craig and Diane?” Gary was a bit nervous now wondering what his indoctrination into the club would entail and what other mysterious freaks would be present. He retracted his last thought – hadn’t he too become one of them now? They were all sitting poolside, watching Pete’s slave boy Tommy swim with Patty. She was as beautiful as Mike had described her – long blonde hair, perfect breasts, and a figure that would put most ‘natural’ women to shame thought Gary. She had the facial features of an early film Goddess, which one Gary couldn’t tell. The only ‘give away’ were her hands and feet – something plastic surgery had yet to conquer. Gary was introduced to Doug, a very tall and muscular man with skin almost like ebony, his hair was salt and pepper, closely cropped; a meaty face, pock marked and rubbery looking. Gary thought he looked like an African general, decked in gold jewelry, wearing designer labels, khaki military shirt and safari pants, kind of flaunting wealth and power, oozing grim authority. He spoke with a thick accent and laughed like a kettledrum. Gary could see that Mike and Doug got on very well and were both ‘Masters’ at ribbing each other. He felt awkward when introduced to Craig and Diane, a middle-aged couple that he guessed were upper class Bostonians by their accents, recently relocated to the West Coast. They complimented each other well and seemed very straight and conservative in dress and mannerism but Craig was prone to boisterous crudities and seemed to be getting really drunk, he wasn’t what Gary considered a handsome man – rather piggy faced and portly. His wife Diane was also on the chubby side, but quite attractive, Gary saw her checking him out and caught her whispering to her husband out of the corner of his eye as he was about to be introduced to Patty. Gary felt vulnerable, exposed, a spectacle akin to a character on an album by the Village People, he hated wearing what he considered ‘faggy pants’ and hooker pink, particularly in front of a married and seemingly straight couple who could’ve been his own parents. “This is Patty – Patty meet my new boy.” Mike held Gary closely to himself with an arm around his waist at the side of the pool. “Well I can see that you two like each other already – you’ve met Tommy before so I’ll let you boys and girl get acquainted while we discuss what we’re going to do with you all later.” Mike let go of Gary and walked back to the others, sitting between Pete and Doug. Gary nervously stood by the pool watching Tommy float on his back and Patty tread water, they were both giggling and checking him out. The hair on Tommy’s head had started to grow back since Gary had seen him three weeks before and it made him look like a new army recruit. “Come on in the water’s really nice!” Patty had a voice like a female country singer, smooth and smoky, with an obvious southern accent. Gary thought of Florida, and then of the movie Deliverance. He swished the thought away when he noticed Patty’s large breasts floating in the water like two white porcelain goblets. She had full round nipples that matched the color of her lips. “Uh, I didn’t bring my bathing suit.” Gary looked behind himself to see what the others were doing but they seemed to be ignoring him. “That’s funny Gary,” Tommy splashed water at him but it fell short of its mark, “Just get naked like us and jump in – you aren’t worried that we’ll see your wee-wee are you?” Tommy giggled like a ten-year-old and arched his back so that his little dink surfaced, popping up out of the water and he shook it at Gary before submerging. “Come on Gary! Don’t be afraid of us now – can’t you swim boy? I can teach you how.” Patty smiled warmly. Reluctantly Gary began undressing, glad to be rid of the ridiculous outfit Mike had put him in; he gave a nervous glance back to Mike though as he began unbuttoning his shirt and his Master nodded smiling. As he took his shirt off he noticed Tommy staring with a fascinated grin on his face. Tommy pointed to direct Patty’s gaze and then cupped one of his own little titties and rubbed the nipple. Patty laughed at his antics but Gary became even more self conscious, he had noticed that his nipples had begun to swell a lot more than they had since the cupping session from the last weekend, and he worried as he compared himself to Tommy. The one thing he had that they didn’t was body hair - hairy legs, chest, arms and ass. As he dropped his pants and lastly his underwear they both cheered and clapped. “What a beautiful boy!” Patty called out, excited by his shaved pubes. “Watch out Patty or you’ll get him excited and he’s packing heat in his pouch. I might even be in trouble.” Tommy laughed and splashed around in the water, turning over and showing off his smooth round ass to Gary. “He’s mine you little slut! Stop your flirting and give your big sister a chance. Ooh, he’s getting a little hard too – you’re right Tommy, this one’s got ‘Stud Farm’ written all over him.” Patty swam out to the center of the pool and enticed Gary to come in and get her. He slid himself in and swam to her. He could stand up where she was and the water came up to his neck but she had to tread water to stay afloat. He tried to see between her legs but the water and her kicks distorted everything and prevented him from making out anything at all. He glanced back nervously at Mike and Doug but they just smiled and kept talking with Pete and the other couple. “I’m getting tired of swimming – you don’t mind if I rest on you a bit do you? Don’t be shy boy – am I too much girl for you to handle?” Patty clasped her thighs just above his hips, pressing her breasts against his hairy chest; she took one of his hands and lowered it under the water to her crotch. Gary’s face registered shock and he shivered as he felt the slit of the faux femme and was guided to the largest clitoris he’d ever felt in his life. It swelled to his touch and as he explored her more with his groping hand he realized that there wasn’t an opening for a vagina, just the outer labia and a tiny hole to pee through. She slid herself down on him and pressed his hardening dick between her legs so that it rested between her lips like a hotdog between a bun. She rubbed him a little and cocked an eye. “You can still do it cowboy…wow, I want you…you have such a cute face sweet heart and a nice butt too. Can we be brother and sister – or is it going to be sister and sister? Either way I will share my bed with you.” She teased his dick as Tommy came up behind Gary. He reached around and gently touched Gary’s bag and caressed his nuts. “Don’t forget about me!” He exclaimed as he pressed his soft little dick between the crack of Gary’s ass. Gary was startled but it also excited him even more. Even up close he couldn’t tell that Patty had really been a man before her transformation and feeling Tommy’s smooth pubes rubbing against him made him even hotter. “What do you mean by that? I mean the bed thing.” Gary found it hard to concentrate on her answer because Tommy’s attention to his sack and Patty’s rubbing were about to make him cum. “Mike has come here for one thing alone and that is to save a damsel in distress – but if he loses this jousting match you will be the one to get traded this time. Doug likes you. See how he is watching us right now – he wants us to be together as much as Mike does. Don’t be afraid though Doug is cruel on the outside but a Prince of kindness and gratitude on the inside. He also has a bit more meat in his pocket than Mike – but you can get used to that if I can. The choice is yours though – that is the little secret that Mike didn’t care to reveal to you did he?” “I don’t know what you mean…” Gary moaned and began to lose control, he gripped Patty firmly and began to thrust and rock her in the water until he came in a big rush. Tommy giggled and swam away. “The challenge. Think about it: Mike lost me because he couldn’t tell that I was sucking his cock, he knows how I give him head because he taught me how to do it the way he likes it… but I do it the way Tommy does it for Pete and … presto! The Master doesn’t know his own slave because the slave is naughty and devious. The slave lusts after a big black bull that will give her the kind of status and tits that she has longed for. You see I tricked him, and so can you. There will be a contest tomorrow here and the Grand Master has determined that it will be a combination game of ass play and massage. It goes like this: We get poked by the Masters and they have to guess who we are by how tight our butts are, and how we react to their hot rods up our asses. Then to add more refined pleasure, we will give them massage and they must correctly determine who we are by our technique. You see now, it is up to you really. You can throw it either way, that is if you have been giving Mike the royal treatment he deserves – he has trained you to do massage hasn’t he?” Patty released the dazed Gary and swam backwards to the edge of the pool and used her arms to pull herself up backwards so that she sat out of the water with just her legs dangling in. Gary felt his cock and smiled with satisfaction and swam to her with Tommy trailing behind him. “I get what you’re saying but I don’t know if I can really do any of that. No I have never given Mike a massage. I have to learn fast.” Gary noticed that his head was level to Patty’s shaved mound and then he noticed his head caught between her soft feminine thighs and her hand dragging him toward her by his dog collar. She lay on her back and flipped up her sex so that Gary got a mouthful of it. He was afraid of the large bulbous clitoris, that was really the remnant of Patty’s penis, and as he tried to pull away he felt Tommy’s sudden grip on his balls. “Got him Tommy? Good boy! Give him a squeeze to show him we mean business!” Patty pressed her hybridized sex against Gary’s lips as Tommy crushed with his hand. Tommy noticed that the testicles were small and soft. He giggled knowing that Gary was already on his way to losing them altogether, that at some point he’d be feeling the handsome Stud’s empty sack. He would be a gentle gelding like himself, obliging to his Master, and grateful for the life of freedom that slavery offered him. Gary groaned and submitted to Patty’s advances with Tommy’s grip on his nuts. He’d never realized how much a man could be manipulated by his testicles, how vulnerable and weak he could become once the right leverage were applied, he could be made to do anything. Gary’s lips were pressed hard against Patty’s labia and she rubbed them so that her slit opened up. Gary tasted chlorine at first and then a kind of saltiness as clear viscous cum leaked from Patty’s tiny hole and began to lubricate Gary’s lips. “Open up big boy and suck my dick! I want you to give me head till I squeal!” Patty laughed shrilly and splashed her feet in the water as Gary dutifully obeyed her under Tommy’s iron grip. Patty stroked Gary’s dark wavy hair and massaged his shoulders as he sucked her little nubbin. She swelled and moaned with each flick of Gary’s agile tongue until she climaxed, quivering and squealing with delight, sending a little stream of cum dribbling down into the pool. “That’s a good boy – such a good boy.” Patty cooed and beamed down at him with passion in her eyes – so cute and shy, she thought, such a hunk. The thought of him getting neutered sent shivers of delight down her spine. She envied him, wishing that she were still intact so that she could go through the transformation all over again herself, she wanted to share the experience with him and be next to him as they both awaited the knife. “What the hell are you kids up to?” Doug’s booming voice startled them from their reverie and caused Gary to pale. Patty chuckled, “Just having a little fun is all – you told me that I could play in the pool with the other slaves didn’t you Master?” “That’s right I did tell you that you could play in the pool with the other slaves with the exception of those who are willful and lusty for women and hairy and muscular and so damned handsome, and lastly who haven’t been clipped yet! Rule number 14! The ‘pool rule’ you little willful slut! Now don’t you tell me that you’ve forgotten that rule already? You were just punished not that long ago for breaking the pool rule with Jim, or should I now say Jimmy…” Doug glared down at them and tapped his bare foot on the tile awaiting her response. “Oh… but we weren’t doing anything really… we were just talking and swimming.” Patty toyed with him. “You tricky little slut! You little conniving bitch! I saw you two fucking from over there! I watched the pair of you, huh! Make it the three of you, cavorting and carrying on like the world was coming to an end and you say you were just talking! You think that you can fool my big black cock with your hocus pocus bitch? I got so damned hard just watching the waves you were all making that it put me in pain… you dirty little animals! Like a bunch of horny puppies let loose at the park – your owners can’t turn their backs for a second, or Bing Bang Boom! Puppy orgy!” Doug grabbed Patty’s arms and lifted her up, pulling handcuffs from a pouch in his safari pants, and cuffed her. “You just got busted girl friend!” “Please Master, I was only trying to make friends…” Patty squirmed in Doug’s grip and he slapped her ass. “I’m going to spank you for your insolence! As for the two of you… Tommy, you better do what I say or your going to get a paddling too. You keep a good grip on that little rabid dog so he doesn’t get away till I get back. I’m going to go have a word with his owner!” Doug dragged Patty over to the others slapping her ass all the way and then had a brief conversation with Pete and Mike. Gary tried to reach around to grapple Tommy but as he did so Tommy crushed his nuts so hard that he nearly went limp. “Holy fuck Tommy!” Gary gasped and nearly fell face forward in the water as he recovered from the shock of Tommy’s deadly grip. “Just let me go ok? Come on now we’re both slave boys, isn’t there some kind of a slave boy code? Isn’t there some kind of a brotherly bond that transcends the dictates of the Masters? Can’t you cut me some slack here?” Gary gave up trying to grab Tommy’s slippery smooth body and stood motionless and the crushing grip slackened a little. “First of all, you aren’t a eunuch, so you’re not my ‘brother’; and secondly, your raging hormones got us into this trouble; and thirdly, I’m not taking a paddling just to save your ass from what it deserves! You think I don’t want to feel my dick between her shaved pussy? You think I don’t want to get hard and fuck Patty myself you inconsiderate bastard! You never even gave me the satisfaction of a kiss or a grope or anything… poor Tommy would have gotten nothing if you hadn’t been distracted by a pretty girl, but my little tickling of your ass wasn’t enough to satisfy…” Tommy squeezed again and giggled. “Ouch! Ok Tommy, I’m sorry that I didn’t give you a kiss. Damn it I’ll give you one now if you let me. I thought that you didn’t have those sort of feelings and urges?” Gary watched as Doug led Patty away through the guesthouse door down to the dungeon and stiffened up at the sight of Mike coming for him with the leash. Tommy continued, “It’s ok, I love you just the same…and yes I do get those urges but they aren’t driven by what’s between my legs; rather, by what’s between my ears. You have a lot to learn about the subtleties of our sex life and about how to love and live for that matter – but you will be trained and you’ll eventually ‘transcend’ beyond the base banality and common boredom of ‘breeder society’. You will grow and as you do so you will expand your mind and possibilities. I know that you secretly want to feel me and touch me the way I’m holding you so why don’t you go ahead and explore me?” Tommy pressed himself against Gary’s backside and rested his head against Gary’s shoulder. He felt Gary’s first tentative touch as fingertips carefully reached his empty scrotum and began searching for what was no longer there. “Wow… that is so…” Gary was speechless as he prodded and examined the soft little pouch with his hand. He gave it a little squeeze and Tommy laughed. “I’ve got you by the balls remember?” Tommy kissed Gary’s shoulder and gave him a slight squeeze. “Bring him over here Tommy. Time to teach them both their lessons! How dare you embarrass me in front of the Grand Master after I’ve been so nice to you by letting you swim in the pool.” Mike reached down and clipped the leash onto Gary’s collar and pulled him to the pool ladder. Tommy still held Gary’s nuts carefully and before they were allowed to climb out Mike ordered Tommy to ‘pig ball’ him. He handed the hard black rubber coated clasp that resembled a flattened tube with a metal ring to Tommy and watched Gary’s eyes widen as Tommy deftly snapped it onto Gary’s sack. As the slaves got out of the pool the chain was moved from the neck collar to the metal ring of the pig ball clamp. “That’s better.” Mike led his slave down to the dungeon and the others followed. Gary found the lights very dim, darker since the first time he’d been down there, and he tried not to stumble over any of the equipment as he was led through the dungeon and into the adjoining bathroom in the basement. He was surprised to see a young Latino couple who’d just come out of the shower toweling themselves off in the rather spacious black tiled room. They were in their early twenties and had been pierced in more places than what Gary thought possible. He couldn’t help staring at their naked bodies because they were also living art galleries, beautiful tattoos covered their light brown skin, even in areas that Gary thought would be too painful to have done. The man had a goatee and pointed sideburns, green eyes, and short bleach blonde hair, his belly was smooth and round and well proportioned with his slightly pudgy body. Gary stared at the neatly trimmed pubic hair of both couples and realized that they weren’t slaves. She had shoulder length straight black hair and could have been a ringer for the gorgeous local news anchor Gary sometimes fantasized about when he sat alone naked on his couch after a hard day at work. He had rubbed the head of his cock on the news lady’s face, following her moving lips across the glass of the television screen, as she gave the crime report. Now Gary thought he was looking at her doppelganger and it excited him, made him want to reach over and put one of her nipple rings into his mouth and pull it between his teeth. “Joachim and Rosa.” Mike said curtly as he hustled Gary past their grinning faces toward the toilet. Gary couldn’t see them any more from his vantagepoint because the large bathroom was L- shaped and they were around the corner getting dressed now he presumed. “You’ll meet them later – Rosa likes to punish bad little boys and girls.” Mike sat Gary down on the toilet and then told Tommy to ‘do his ass’. “What’s that?” Gary asked when he saw the hose and what looked to be a douche bag. “Just a little something to clean you out. Don’t worry it doesn’t hurt. You’ve never had an enema before?” Mike calmed Gary by touching his cheek as he sat on the toilet waiting for Tommy to fill up the bag with liquid. Gary seemed puzzled and anxious but quite excited after having seen Joachim and Rosa and wanted to see where this was going. The impending ‘punishment’ made the fear of castration come into his mind but the thrill of the unknown and Mike’s tenderness kept him from bolting. “Seriously now, you aren’t going to be ‘cutting me’ today are you?” Gary braced himself and searched Mike’s face for any hint of deception. “You have to ask to be released from your manhood yourself, willingly, passionately, and consensually – I thought I explained all that too you last weekend? I wasn’t kidding you about the contract that has to be signed and witnessed. You don’t see anyone putting a pen in your hand now do you? Relax sweetheart and enjoy the ride.” Mike pulled Gary up by the pig ball leash and made him bend over while Tommy administered the enema. Within a few seconds after being filled Gary threw his ass back down on the toilet seat and felt everything flush out of him. They repeated this several times until clear fluid splashed out of his ass and then made him shower. Mike had switched Gary’s rash cream without his knowing it. Hormonal manipulation was complete for now – Gary’s body had to be trained to properly release its own pacifying drug that would stimulate him to become more docile and submissive. Mike wanted him trained and reigned in using the old fashioned way, the way the ancients trained and enslaved captured enemy warriors, he’d be emasculated psychologically first. Once they were done Tommy was sent out to fetch Doug who came into the bathroom hooded and wearing his Master’s harness and carrying what looked to be a large wooden clothes hanger for dress pants and a horse bit gag. Gary couldn’t get over Doug’s sizeable endowment and thought that there was some truth to the mystique surrounding black men. It was also the first time he’d ever seen a naked black man before and he wasn’t sure if it turned him on or not – he felt more intimidated than anything else, and cowed by his own aesthetic reservation and fear of unknown territory. “There’s the little rascal who played hide the bone with my bitch! Get your nuts over here boy!” Doug smiled as he took the leash from Mike, winking to Mike as the cowering Gary was left in his care. Mike walked out to change into his harness and hood and when the door closed Gary felt a wave of anxiety come over him and he tried not to look Doug in the eyes, keeping his gaze down at the shiny black bath tiles on the floor. He saw his own reflection and followed the chain that dangled from his balls in the reflection across to the large brutish hand that held the end of the leash. “You afraid of me boy? I know you are new to this sort of thing, but listen to me – I’m far from being a cruel Master. I don’t mind slaves playing together now and then but if they’ve got balls that’s a whole other story see? Those slaves have to pay for the privilege of fooling with another Master’s property see? That’s the way it goes around here in our club. Now the other thing that I notice about you boy is that you seem to have a way of not looking at me while I’m talking to you!” Doug’s voice echoed like a raging drill sergeant’s in the bathroom and with each utterance Gary cringed even more. Doug snapped the leash sending Gary down to his knees clutching his balls in pain. “Now ain’t those nuts of yours a problem… My my! I think I know what the problem is with you boy – you look at me and you see a black man huh? You see a black man pulling your chain now don’t you? How do you feel about that now boy? Ain’t this a pretty sight – I love it!” Doug laughed a big low bellicose laugh that turned Gary pale. Gary started to doubt Mike and wonder if he was really going to be cut now or worse – he’d heard about snuff. The thought of it made him feel queasy in combination with the enemas that had totally flushed out his insides. Gary spoke softly, “I said that I was sorry… and I don’t see a ‘black man’ when I look at you – I’ve never discriminated against anyone before in my life. I look at you and see a person just like anyone else – no difference, the same, equal!” Gary couldn’t believe that Doug thought him a racist and wondered what he’d done or said to pique the big guy’s ire. He tried to think frantically of a way to convince him as he rubbed his aching nuts and groveled on the floor. “Now boy, I don’t believe you are down they’re telling me shit like that – you expect me to believe that you look at me and don’t see the color of the brother? You can’t see my big black cock rising up to teach you otherwise? I know that you look at me boy and you see a ‘nigger’, a ‘spade’, a ‘coon’ or whatever kind of crap they taught you in Sunday school to go around calling me now don’t you?” Doug gave a teasing tug on the leash and Gary jumped, ready to grab for his nuts. “I told you…” “Shut up! Shut up slave! Rule number one!” Doug twiddled the chain feigning impatience and tapped his high leather biker boot against the bathroom tiles. “Master… I said that I saw a… well we are the same.” Gary didn’t know what else to say or how to explain himself. He’d never had to discuss or even think about racial issues in his life because it just wasn’t an issue for him. He treated everyone equally. “You don’t get it boy. I’m black and that does make me different - see how hard I am now? Ever seen a cock this big before? I don’t think so – no fucking way! Now to prove my point about you having a prejudice or discrimination against me I’m going to conduct a simple test.” Doug started to chuckle because he couldn’t contain himself any longer thinking that Gary was about to piss himself soon out of fear because he didn’t have any shit left to come out of him. He’d toyed with him long enough. Doug was also at his own erotic breaking point now wanting Gary so badly that he could barely contain himself and a bit of pre-cum beaded at the end of his thick ironwood shaft. “The test is simple – touch my cock. Go ahead boy, don’t be shy now, touch my black rhino horn slave!” “Ok, I’m touching your cock.” Gary reached out as Doug stepped forward to stand directly over him and cautiously touched the bottom of Doug’s shaft with his fingertips. “Uh huh, you call that a mother fucking touch? That is like you just went and put your finger onto something bad, like shit or something! See what I mean?” “I’m… just… I’m just frightened that’s all. Maybe if you could just be a little calmer and just not yell at me so loudly… please?” Gary dropped his hand and cringed waiting for the leash to jolt him again. “Rule number two! Son of a bitch didn’t your Master teach you a thing?” Doug bellowed even louder so that the others could hear him out in the dungeon. “Sorry, sorry…” “Now put your hand back up there boy! Did I say that you were supposed to take it down? Good! Now you see what I mean? When you look at my cock you got some envy going on inside you somewhere and its all messing you up because you think whoa! what a waste to put such a glorious gift from God on a black man, the same line of thinking you have when you see a stallion right? Dumb beast doesn’t need all that when he can’t even appreciate it! No boy, what I’m going to teach you is that you really envy me because you want to be me. Think about that now – you see your black brother and you wish you were in his skin! We are different for a reason and that is because ‘Variety is the spice of life’ – damned right! Now if I was some cruel Ethiopian Master right out of hell and sent here to work voodoo on your sorry slave boy ass I’d yank this chain so hard right now that I’d be eating sweetbread for dinner. You’re lucky though because I’m merciful and kind and full of ‘Spice’, so I’ll just give you a little taste of what you really want because I’m not the ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child type of guy’. Now turn around on your hands and knees and bend over.” Gary complied and as he did so Doug strapped him into the horse bit gag and then bound his arms behind his back in restraints. Doug released his balls from the pig ball clamp and he breathed easier for a second before he felt his bag grabbed again and the nuts pulled out even further than before. He felt the wood device Doug had been holding touch and then press against the back of his legs just below his buttocks and then a clack. “That’s it now – All done. They call this thing a “Humbler”, keeps slave boys on their knees where they belong. Just don’t try to stand up in a hurry or… you might be sorry. Now turn around and lick my balls boy!” Doug laughed and took Gary firmly by the hair to carefully guide the slave to his pendulous bristly balls. “How do I smell? Can you smell my strong musk? I’m going to mark your little pretty white face with my scent before you taste it.” Doug rubbed Gary’s face with his balls. “Ok slave boy how does it smell? Smell any different than your Master’s scent – stronger perhaps? Do I smell ‘black’ to you?” Doug moved Gary’s head so that it nodded up and down. “Yes Master your scent is different – strong and black.” Gary braced himself in case he’d uttered the incorrect response and was relieved to see Doug smile benignly and pat his head gently. “You like my strong black musk now don’t you boy? I’ve marked you now and intend to win you tomorrow so you better do more than like my scent – you better love it with a passion. Now lick and kiss my balls slave! You know the black man discovered slavery first don’t you?” Doug looked down with a look of burning passion in his eyes and swayed as he held Gary’s head in both hands. Gary licked and kissed and began to get aroused, breathing in Doug’s heavy musky scent, it started to become intoxicating to him and his own dick was swelling uncontrollably. He wanted to see if Doug’s huge cock would fit in his mouth comfortably – he began wanting to lick the pre-cum from the tip and taste it out of building curiosity. He also feared Doug’s cock because of what it could do to his ass. “Good enough now – time to go out there and face your punishment. I just wanted to have a bit of private time with you so that we could check each other out before the challenge tomorrow. I hope I win you tomorrow. Your little white pouch needs emptying and your tight ass needs the real training that only an African Master can give…” A knock at the bathroom door interrupted Doug and he forced Gary to crawl out into the dungeon on his knees bound and bent over by the ‘humbler’. “Think about it boy.” Doug said before shoving him through the bathroom door. Gary caught a glimpse of Joachim being released from the witch’s cradle by Rosa, his ass red and welted up from whipping, he groveled and begged his Mistress to let him watch the punishment that was about to happen. Rosa forced him into a dog cage and made him sit quietly while Gary was transferred to the ‘stocks’ next to Patty. She was bent over naked with her head and hands locked into the front of one of the ‘stocks’ and her feet locked into the back bottom board. Gary soon found himself in the same situation and then felt a bit of relief as the humbler was removed from his aching bag. He glanced over sideways to look at Patty’s face and she smiled complicitously back at him. Gary also noticed that there seemed to be people behind the screen in the corner that he had hidden behind with Mike when they had watched Jimmy’s castration three weekends before. It sounded like there were more than just Craig and Diane behind the screen but he couldn’t make out the other voices. He could hear their whispers slightly and some laughter before the surround sound system came on and drowned them out with harpsichord music that sounded like Bach to Gary – Bach at his most melancholic. Pete sat on his Grand Master’s Throne with Bobby at his feet and Mike stood behind Patty in his harness and hood. Gary couldn’t see Doug but suspected that he was directly behind his own ass and he began to cry at the thought of Doug’s huge black cock penetrating him. He was afraid of his ass being torn open and permanently damaged. Rosa walked over and stood in front of Gary’s face and he glanced up at her – it was the news lady in a Mistress’ harness and mask. She was taunting Joachim who was now locked up in the dog cage and playing with Gary’s hair. Rosa yelled to Joachim, “You watch me now you prick! Watch this little bitch slave boy get me off the way you can’t! It takes someone who knows how a woman feels to be able to truly please a woman… something you still have to learn Joachim you little ‘macho cerdo gorditto’. A slave boy is more of a man than you are!” Rosa sat on a swivel chair in front of Gary and raised it so that her crotch was level to his face. She tilted back and pressed her pussy into his mouth, anointing his lips and nose with her quim and barking out directions on how Gary was to service her while her caged lover watched helplessly on. Gary’s hard on was getting painful and he moaned with pleasure as he imagined himself penetrating this alluring and mysterious woman. The Mistress really turned him on and her lover’s humiliation made him even more eager to please her as he performed cunnilingus as deftly as his tongue could move. He thought that he could hear a bit of a commotion from behind the screen but Patty’s sudden squeal brought him back to the punishment at hand. Mike had begun to fuck her and torture her nipples with his electrical box. Just as suddenly he felt lubrication being applied to his ass hole, a finger slip in and tickled, and then a forceful prod that spread him open more than he’d ever been stretched before in his life. He gave a muffled cry into Rosa’s pussy but it didn’t do him any good. He imagined this to be a bit like the ‘ass play with a traffic pylon’ he’d seen in the alternative classifieds. He was fucked until he shot his load and whimpered like a woman in the rapture of a frenzied orgasm. Rosa moaned along with him until she was done and got up to clean herself off on Gary’s hair. She slapped his cheeks and then went to rattle her frustrated lover’s cage with her riding crop. “How was your punishment bitch?” Doug reached down and felt Gary’s swollen nipples, pinching them to inspect the level of breast tissue that had developed. “Damn these need more training. No time now though – just have to give you a bit of shock therapy so that you can share in your sister’s fate. No fair to torture her tits without torturing the balls that got her tits in trouble now is it?” Gary squirmed in the stocks and cried for mercy but it was of no avail as he felt the pig ball clamp snap onto his bag. It pulled his nuts out and away from his groin, and then there was the sensation of tape being wrapped around his testicles to hold the electrode patches in place. Nothing prepared him for the horror that followed though as he heard a familiar voice break from behind the screen. “You fucking freak! You diseased, depraved, sick, filthy fucking scum!” It was Samantha’s voice. She burst out from behind the screen and made a beeline for him. She slapped his face and cursed and spit on him as he knelt helplessly in the stocks. Gary felt like he wanted to just melt away, throw up, vanish, and cease to be. His disbelief and horrified shock translated into fear and then panic. “Holy Shit! What the fuck is going on here?” Gary yelled out. “You fucking bastard I knew something was bad about you the day we met. I’m going to fix you, you son of a bitch!” She reached into her purse and pulled out a small camera and began shooting pictures of him. “You there! Big black guy fuck him some more so that I can get a good shot for the folks at home would you? You fucking little faggot – this explains everything! The pain you put me through thinking that it was my fault – shit you are going to be so bloody ruined when I pass these photos around to all of your asshole jock buddies. Ha! What am I thinking now… they must be into this sort of thing too… well your boss will at least get a laugh and that damned back stabbing bitch Rita will really get her jollies. A picture is worth more than a thousand words and oh what these photos are going to say…” Samantha shot the whole roll, blinding Gary with the flash. “You don’t mind if I do the honors with this little machine now do you Grand Master Pete – if that is really your name?” Gary heard the click of the switch and then was jolted so hard that his whole body went rigid and numb, he coughed and tears welled up in his eyes, and then the surge hit again and again. Gary woke up next to Mike in a strange bedroom. It seemed like he’d survived a nightmare and as he looked around at the Italian Renaissance Revival style furnishings from the canopy bed he had fallen asleep on he realized that the nightmarish fantasy had also become reality. “What the hell just happened to my life? Fuck! It just went down the drain man! Swoosh, and everything is changed in an instant. I mean what the fuck gives Pete the right to do what he just did? What did I ever do to him? I can’t believe this… Mike my…” Gary started to weep quietly as he clenched his pillow. “You just became a slave in training and you have just joined the club. Don’t let Samantha bother you. You told me yesterday that it was over and now you are still crying about it: ‘don’t cry for yesterday because it is an ordinary world – I will try to survive’. You know that song? You are free now! Liberated and on your way to becoming who you were meant to be!” Mike kissed Gary gently on the forehead and wiped away his tears. “My job! My parents don’t matter so much because they hardly notice me – they’re so damned busy with their other more successful son the lawyer. I’ll be fired! She’ll get me fired! I’ll lose every friend I’ve ever had and…” Gary sobbed uncontrollably. “Listen to me. I’m taking care of you now – forget about work ok! That shitty job is over now, finished, the past, history! You will move in with me and forget about your problems – problems solved! Now you see how they are. See how the outsiders behave and how they try to destroy us, ruin our freedom, censor us, eradicate us, and eliminate us from their world. Attack us as if we were all of those things Samantha called you yesterday. You are not diseased or sick! You are not depraved scum! You are my boy now – you are beautiful, healthy, alive and liberated!” Mike rubbed Gary’s shoulders until Gary reached up and took his hand. “You’re right.” Gary smiled, “This is as close to my destiny as I’m going to get. I’m living it.” After having a mutual massage session in their guesthouse bedroom they had breakfast in Pete’s kitchen. Gary noticed that Craig and Diane had left after the humiliating initiation session the night before. Joachim and Rosa were also going to be hitting the road soon themselves – heading back out to Palm Desert. Everyone complimented Tommy on his excellent pancakes and cooking skills. Pete took Gary aside when there was an appropriate opportunity to do so and looked him in the eyes, the same intense, soul searching gaze that had first befallen Gary on the fateful Saturday morning when they had first met in the park. “Are you alright? I just wanted you to know that we are all here for you now. Don’t hate me or be angry with me – I welcome anyone to my home that I feel I have something I can teach or help him or her with. Do you understand?” Pete reached out and rubbed Gary’s shoulder gently. “I’m alright. I’m happy now. Mike and I are both happy! Thank you so much.” Gary took Pete’s hand and kissed it tenderly. “Welcome to our world Gary. There is so much more that awaits you – so many friends to meet and so many adventures… Welcome!” Pete led him back to the others and they sat out on the patio discussing where to go out for lunch when the other challenging Masters arrived. Gary thought that he might see Dwight and Danny again but they had declined, instead another Master and Mistress were coming with their slaves. The sound of car doors out in the driveway signaled the arrival of the challengers an hour later. Gary was introduced before being told to go with the other slaves to the dungeon and get it ready for the challenge later. The Master was in his early fifties, a short stocky Japanese man who was introduced as Master Sato, he came dressed like a professional golfer and was handsome and very formal. His two slave boys were actually much taller and larger than he was but very docile and playful, bantering back and forth with one another in a way that made Gary think of the Marx brothers. Glen and Tory were their names, Glen couldn’t have been any more than twenty, lacking any facial and chest hair that Gary could discern, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, he was blonde, hair on his head pulled back into a long pony tail. Glen’s voice was high like a boy’s and his blue eyes seemed full of innocence and sweetness. Tory on the other hand was a pale green-eyed red head in his mid thirties – a former judo champion who had met Sato while training in Japan. Tory was also wearing the same white T- shirt and jeans but his arms were covered with a furry carpet of curly red hair that matched his chest. He seemed quite muscular and had rugged facial features but seemed to have no facial hair – not a trace of beard stubble could be seen. The Mistress, Alexandra, came with a female slave named Sapho and a male slave named Xeres. Alexandra was a short, plump, pear shaped woman, buxom, with short black bobbed hair, beautiful, wearing a thin floral print summer dress that hugged her body, accentuating her full female figure. Her slaves were like lap dogs, very attentive and focussed on their Mistress. Sapho seemed to mirror her Mistress physically, with the exception of long braided black hair and more modest beauty. She wore a black tank top and very short white skirt that revealed her thick soft white thighs almost to her panties. Gary imagined kissing and biting the tempting soft alabaster flesh and kneading it with his fingers, he blushed visibly, his gaze and reaction dully noted by Alexandra. “Your boy wants clipping I can see. His eyes do tend to wander…” Alexandra smiled as she looked Gary up and down as if sizing up a dress at a Macys sale – she could certainly afford him but he’d need a few alterations before he’d fit her needs and compliment her collection. Sapho gave Gary a haughty look of disinterest and clasped her slave brother’s hand in hers, pulling him toward her so that they stood side by side. Xeres was the same height as Sapho and seemed to be well on the way to resembling her in form and figure. He must have been Gary’s age and yet had no trace of facial hair, he wore a light shade of lipstick, soft facial features and shoulder length dark hair. He wore a thin short sleeved shirt that did little to hide his developing breasts and the tight white shorts he wore accentuated his femininity and heightened the paleness of his smooth round thighs and fullness of his hips. Xeres wasn’t quite as plump as his slave sister or Mistress yet but it looked to Gary as though it was Alexandra’s intention to clone herself through her slaves and surround herself with likenesses of herself. The slaves could have both easily passed as her daughters. “Let’s go get ready!” Tommy ushered the slaves down to the dungeon. “Just a minute Gary…” Pete and Mike stopped him before he could join the others, “There’s one last detail we have to look after. It will just take a minute if you come with us.” Gary was led to Pete’s home office, computers, piles of software manuals, and reams of files covered the two desks. Pete sat behind one of the desks and had Gary and Mike sit across from him. He handed what looked like a legal contract across to Gary and then called in the other Masters. “This is the slave deed for our ‘club’… or society if you will, look it over and initial next to each of the articles you see listed and then sign at the bottom. Think very carefully now about what you are doing and how your agreement to the terms in this document will permanently and irrevocably change your life once you sign yourself over to your new Master. Mike, I think you know everything that is on the deed and trust you’re not in need of any clarification?” Mike shook his head as Gary read over the ‘slave deed’. Gary’s hand hovered over the article about body modifications of the slave, as he read it over again, “…all modifications are at the discretion and control of the Master [Article 3(a) and 3(b)] herein afterwards to be referred to as the ‘owner’ of the said ‘slave’ or ‘property’ listed in article 2 (a).” Gary’s head spun, and he felt a constriction in his throat when he looked over at Mike and then scanned the faces of the other Masters watching him, as he signed his life away. He took a deep breath and initialed next to each article that transferred his own property rights, habitation, servitude, bondage and rules of obedience to his Master’s control, before at last signing the bottom of the ‘deed’. Mike signed the deed also and passed it across to Pete who then had Doug, Sato, and Alexandra sign it as witnesses. Pete opened a desk drawer and pulled out sealing wax and a butane lighter and removed his Grand Master’s ring, hot red wax dripped like coagulating blood on the parchment, and then the ring was pressed into it quickly as it cooled and congealed, sealing Gary’s fate. After the signing, Masters, Mistress, and slaves all went out together to a steak house for a late lunch to celebrate the indoctrination of their club’s newest member. When they returned to Pete’s they all descended to the dungeon after changing from their street clothes to their session wear. The dungeon furnishings had been moved around a bit when Gary got down there and he saw an adjustable slave’s harness laid out for him and was instructed by Tommy to put it on. The other slaves helped him adjust the leather buckles and then stood around him dressed in their own harnesses admiring him. Even Sapho’s highbrow disposition had changed to genuine praise and as she stared at his balls she smiled. Gary looked at their nakedness for the first time and saw that Glen also had balls even though they seemed even smaller than his own and Glen’s penis was even tinier than Tommy’s. Tory had a short stubby penis but below it everything had been removed, scrotum and all. Gary couldn’t tell the smooth hairless mons venusii of Sapho and Xeres apart from one another and was amazed at the look of the pair of them standing side by side. Xeres was completely nullified like Danny but had been fattened up and feminized. “Let’s get blindfolded and gagged.” Sapho said when Pete suddenly came out of the bathroom wearing his hood and harness. Gary was told to make no sound and to only listen to the Grand Master’s voice. He was directed to do what he was told alongside the other blindfolded and gagged slaves, with the exception of Tommy, who assisted Pete with the blindfolded competitors. Gary was also surprised that their Masters had also been blindfolded and lined up in a row behind what looked like a thick vinyl covered padded plywood board with a single hole in its center. Gary noticed that Alexandra had strapped on a large black rubber cock dildo and was adjusting it and covering it with lube. The board was large enough to conceal a crouching person behind it and had been bolted to the crossbeam rack. Gary’s blindfold went on and organ music flooded the dungeon as he was guided along like a blind man by Pete and told to wait quietly until his turn. He waited nervously as he listened to Pete’s voice guiding the other slaves and heard the board’s rhythmic thumping. At last he was guided to the board and made to lie on an inclined bench that held his ass up at an angle while his face pointed toward the floor. His ass was butted up against the hole until he felt the outline of the plywood so that the opening pressed into his skin. The hole had been made large enough so that the Master’s could insert their cocks through it easily but not large enough so that they could easily cop a feel of the slave’s genitalia or be permitted to touch any other part of the slave’s body. Gary was given a small folded paper and told to hold onto it. Then he braced himself as he was penetrated four times and pumped vigorously but not to the point of orgasm. He tried to identify the sounds of the heavy breathing and any utterances that escaped from the other side of the board but the macabre organ music drowned it all out. Gary heard only the Grand Master’s voice telling him to come with him once the four mysterious cocks had fuck him a bit. He was led around to the other side of the board and told to put on a pair of large leather gloves and was then directed to massage the shoulders of the person his hands were placed upon. He was instructed to work his way down the back to the buttocks and to not touch the person with any other part of his body other than his leather gloved hands. He remembered Patty’s words from the day before in the pool and had massaged Mike exactly the same way he had done so earlier in the day. He was then led away by the Grand Master after massaging all four. He could easily tell the four apart, but wasn’t sure if they could do the same with him. The ass play he’d received was another story altogether. He could easily tell the painful jabbing of Doug’s massive cock, but the others were difficult to choose between and he began to panic hoping that Mike would know his own slave’s ass even if his slave couldn’t tell his Master’s flesh and blood cock from a rubber imitation. He began thinking that Doug’s cock must have completely stretched him out because he’d been allowed to go first and that it must have prevented him from telling the other three apart. Gary stood blindfolded again for what seemed to be an eternity before he was at last told to remove his blind fold. The slaves were herded together and made to stand in a row in front of the Grand Master who had taken his seat behind them on his throne. The slaves were told to open their folded papers up and show their numbers to the Masters who held their own slave’s deeds. Then the slaves were told to turn to the Grand Master with their numbers held up visibly. Pete held four index cards in his hand and a red marker, he wrote on one of the cards and then made the slaves turn to face their Masters again. Gary looked across at his Master with a worried look as Alexandra was ‘cleared’ and she called both Sapho and Xeres back to her side, patting their round bottoms while they smothered her body with kisses. The Grand Master’s voice boomed out again, “Master Doug, cleared!” and Patty sauntered seductively to his side to be embraced and held tightly against her Master by his big strong black arms. Gary was almost trembling with anxiety, turned to dread when he heard Pete’s voice boom out a third time. “Master Sato, boy slave Tory cleared – boy slave Glen lost!” Glen’s head dropped as Tory walked alone to his Master’s side. Sato grimaced and made a clicking sound of disapproval with his tongue as his fierce eyes glared back at Glen. Tommy took Sato’s score card to him and took away Glen’s slave deed from the Master. The deed was given to Glen who held it up in trembling hands. Gary looked at Glen and saw tears streaming down the boy’s face and wondered if they were tears of joy or sorrow. Gary resisted the urge to run to Mike as he waited to hear: “Master Mike cleared.” Gary walked across to his Master in a daze of ecstasy and gratitude. Patty bit her lip and pouted as Doug laughed out “I’ll get you next time boy – hope you still got your balls for me then.” Mike shook his head and laughed “Yeah, better luck next time brother!” The music stopped at Pete’s signal to Tommy and everyone stared at Glen. He was up for grabs now. Pete broke the silence, “As Grand Master of this challenge I begin the bidding at $500! Do I hear $550?” Pete saw Doug’s hand go up and Patty cheered with a delighted squeal. “$575?” Pete began to sound like a carnival barker. “575!” Alexandra spoke up. Xeres rubbed his smooth nullified crotch and feminized hips and thighs as he blew a kiss to Glen with his other hand. Glen trembled as he looked at Xeres’ breasts. “One thousand dollars!” Doug shot his competitors a grim look. “Two thousand!” Alexandra slapped Xeres’ soft ass and made him stop his antics. “Twenty-five hundred.” Pete smiled warmly to Glen. “Please Master Mike, you can care for the boy with much kindness.” Sato tipped his hooded head to Mike and held Tory firmly to his side. “Do I hear more?” Pete looked around “This boy is uncut, chemically neutered only, house trained and well disciplined, nice tight ass, slim young healthy body! A really submissive bottom with a beautiful face and singing voice!” Laugher erupted from the Masters at Pete’s last comment. “Thirty-five hundred! I’m going to get me a little sister for Patty! Such a pretty face that boy has and if he sings all the better.” Doug walked up to Glen to get a closer look at the boy’s genitals, giving his shrunken nuts a squeeze and feeling the smoothness of the skin on Glen’s bottom. “Four thousand!” Alexandra shouted. “ I’ll have a closer look myself if you don’t mind Grand Master?” Alexandra examined Glen’s nipples and gave one a long hard suck to see how it perked and swelled. She turned his head by the chin and examined him in profile and then gave him a deep French kiss. “Oh… you are sweet! There’s female in you boy and I know how to bring it out. I think a name like Chloe would suit you much better than Glen…” Alexandra pursed her lips and returned to her slaves. “Five thousand!” Doug opened Glen’s mouth and examined his teeth and then forced the boy’s legs apart and made him bend over so that he could check his ass and the width of his hips. “You got big feet boy but I like that.” Silenced followed. “$5,000! $5,000! Do I hear any more bids? Going once, twice, thrice? Sold! This boy slave is sold to the Ethiopian Master!” Pete signaled the end of the challenge by rising from his throne. It was over Gary thought, and he’d been spared. He felt relieved and loved and cherished as he had never felt before in his life as he left the dungeon with his Master’s arm around him. The slaves were all allowed to swim in the pool or lounge in the hot tub while the Masters went back into the office to transfer the deed formally and settle the monetary issues. Gary listened to Glen’s lamentations as Tory commiserated with him toward his fate. Patty embraced her new brother and began testing his small dick to see if he was really chemically castrated. “I can’t get it up at all and haven’t been able to for a year now. Master Sato is a doctor you know and he keeps me pumped up full of ‘inhibitors’ as he calls the junk he shoots me with every day. I used to be pretty muscular when I was eighteen and I used to shave too but he put me through electrolysis.” Glen’s voice made Gary think of Michael Jackson and he wondered if Glen really could sing. “Doug will cut you. I hope that you didn’t run away just for the thrill of it?” Patty ran her fingers through his long silky hair. “I didn’t run away, Sato got me mixed up with Gary!” Glen shook his head in disbelief as he looked across at Gary. “Sorry… I was really afraid of the same thing happening to me!” Gary tried not to look at Xeres and Sapho as he said it. Getting fat was one of his most morbid phobias that had hovered in the back of his mind throughout his entire life. He’d spent years working out in gyms and playing competitive sports to stay in shape and didn’t intend to allow his body to suddenly become soft and fat. Xeres was an image of that fear personified and made flesh. Gary was on a natural high now – a feeling that was even better than the rush he’d gotten from sky diving. To be continued…