We went through a door and along a hall which seemed to run parrallel to the the right side of the stage. About halfway up the hall we came to a door, Henry opened it and walked in. Once we were inside I closed the door and as Henry had stopped I got down on my knees. I didn't even have to think about it, it was an automatic response. Guess I was learning to be a slave.

A rather short man, must have been between 5.0 and 5.5 met us once we were inside the room.

"Master Jackson, sir. Master Scott sends his compliments and bids you take good care of his new slave, Pussyboy". Henry said very politely.

"Why thank you Henry. Please extend my best wishes to Master Scott and thank him for trusting me to look after this piece of shit."

"You are most welcome sir and I will pass on your best wishes to Master Scott." With that Henry removed the chain from my collar, opened the door and left.

I don't mind admitting I was scared to death. This was the first time since I was taken as a slave that I had been out of the Master's direct control. I didn't know what to expect. This Master Jackson, although short, looked mean. He had something I had not seen in a very long time, handlebar mustaches. They must have been four or five inches long on each side. He obviously took great pride in them, the were waxed and curled around and around. They kind of gave him a sinister look, something like the villan in the old time silent movies.

He had short dark hair, beady little eyes that seemed to be sunken deep into his skull. His cheeks were hollow and his lips were tight benieth the mustaches. His chin and nose were both narrow and pointed.

Below the neck was a pretty impressive body. Here was another man that spent a good deal of his time in a gym and wieght room. His shoulders were very broad as was his chest. They stretched the material of his black t-shirt tight reavealing the magnificent outline of his well developed pecs and upper arms. The material of the shirt was kind of glossy and reflected light which I guess also added to his sinister look by kind of making him look omipotent. A look I gather that he went out of his way to engender.

Below the t-shirt he wore a tight pair of black shorts. His cock could be seen outlined along the inside of the right thigh, his huge balls made an outline on the left. I was assuming his dick was flacide because it really didn't look erect, but it was hard to tell because it was so long. It must have been at least 8 inches, which got me to wondering just how long it would be if fully erect. I gave a little shudder thinking about it.

"So Master Scott has gone and found himself another piece of useless shit." he sneered. "You have got to be the sorriest excuse for a two legged creature that I have seen in a long, long time. If it were up to me I would just throw you down in a sewer where you belong. But Master Scott has a softspot for a useless piece of shit like you. He will expend a tremendous amount of effort trying to train you and make you useful, but will more than likely fail and be disapointed."

He just seemed to go on and on and on, running me down. By the time he was finished I felt about 1 inch tall and the worst thing in the world that could have happened to Master Scott. Master Jackson was an expert at stripping away dignity. He actually had me believing what he was saying. Tears filled my eyes and I just wanted to die.

"Oh quit your fucking snivelling", he commanded. "Get your lazy ass up off the floor and come with me."

I got up quickly and followed him through a door that led into a rather large room. There were four small cages, very similar to the one I had spent my first night in. Three of the cages were occupied by young men of about my age. Master Jackson headed right for the forth cage and opened the small door.

"Get your sorry ass in your fucking cage, Pussyboy", he commanded. "If it were up to me I'd just lock the lot of you useless assholes up and throw away the keys."

Knowing that it would be useless to argue I got down on all fours and crawled into the cage, I shuffled up tight and felt the door close on my ass and the paddlelock being closed. So here I was back like that first night locked in a cage so small I could not move. I just wanted to scream, but held it in.

"Ok you four pieces of useless globs from a manuer pile. It is my sad duty to have to look after you until you have all made your debut performance. I have found from experience that the only good way to keep a slave is to keep it locked in a cage. You will all remain in these cages until it is your turn to go out on stage and wack off. When you are done you will be brought back here and you will return to your cage until your Master comes and claims you. You should know that slaves that disapoint their Master's may not get claimed for days. Should you be one of those, let me tell you, other than for your performance tonight you do not under any circumstance come back out of that cage until claimed."

This guy was scaring me. I could not possibly spend more than an hour or two in this cage without going completely mad. How could Master Scott, William and Henry do this to me? Was I really that bad? Tears filled my eyes and I began to really cry. I was totally and completely miserable. If that was what Master Jackson was trying to achieve, well he succeeded with me.

"Ok, listen up shithead's, I am only going to give you these instructions once, so you better listen very carefully if you want any chance what-so-ever of winning the competition. First of all you must stay on the stage for a minimum of 15 minutes before you bring yourself off. If you cum sooner than that you will be disqualified" he paused for effect and to let this little bit of info set in.

"You may remove all of your clothing, except the thong before going on stage, if that is what you want to do. Once on stage, you may not remove any clothing, except for the thong. The thong must be removed at or close to centre stage/front and thrown out into the audience." he paused for a moment to revel in our fear. His face was a glow with delight from the angst he was engendering.

"Your Master's mark is on the inside of the thong", he began again. "whoever catches it will recieve $1000. from your Master to burn it, should you finish last. If you finish third your Master will pay whoever catches it, $2500. If you finish second, now get this, if you finish second your Master will pay whoever catches it, $5000. and will give you to that Master for a period not to exceed 6 months. Finally should you finish first whoever catches your thong will be permitted to keep it as a souvenier."

Again he paused for effect. These guys don't fool around. But why so much more for second and third place, that doesn't sound right. Shouldn't it be the the one that finished last that had to pay the most?

"Ah, I can see your confusion, but then that is typical for creatures such as yourselves that are unable to reason. The second place Master must pay the most because his slave could have won but didn't put in enough effort. By making that Master pay more, that slave will end up being severely punished for not trying hard enough. The last place slaves Master pays the least because that slave is totally useless and having to pay so little is an insult to that Master and he will surely punish his slave severely for failing so miserably." His eyes just gleamed as he imparted this little bit of knowledge.

"So you see if you want to avoid severe punishment, you had better make your little wank off the best fucking wank off the audience out there has ever seen." he then began to laugh and all I could do was shiver and cry.

"Ok assholes in my hand is an envelope. Inside this envelope there are four numbers between one and ten written down from top to bottom on the page. The number at the top is for who will go first, the one at the bottom for who will go last. You will each give me a number, from one to ten, the one closest to each of those numbers without going over will get the position indicated."

He started with me and I yelled out 6. When he opened the envelope 6 was the second number and I was slated to go on stage in second place. Now I settled down to give some serious thought to just what the hell I was going to be able to do to win this.

There was no doubt in my mind that if I lost this, the Master would be very unhappy and I would be very sore for a long, long time. I didn't want that either, so I was in deep thought when Master Jackson came and opened my cage. "You will be on in about 5 min." he said. "Come with me."

I followed him out, through the first room and on out into the hall. We went on down the hall and into another room. In this room there were shelves and shelves full of all kinds of strange things.

"This is the toy room," he said. "You may use anything in this room to help you win the contest. If you have decided to go on stage naked, then remove all your clothes, except the thong, and place them in this box before I come back for you." he said indicating a wooden box slightly larger than a shoe box.

You may do anything you want, to try and win this contest. Let me tell you right now if you want to win make it as sexy as you can." he turned and walked out the door leaving me alone.

I had already decided on what I was going to try and do to win, but all these toys just added to the possibilities. I quickly began to examine everything. The first thing I decided on for sure was a strange looking couch which had one end about three feet up. It then gradually came down and ended in a curl. Anyone lying on it with their head at the bottom would be supported under the shoulders. This would be perfect for what I had in mind. I continued looking and came up with a couple of other things I just might want to use.

It was about fifteen minutes or so before Master Jackson finally came for me. He asked what equipment I wanted and I told him. He called in three slaves gave them orders to bring the equipment to the stage and then had me follow him.

Back out in the hall we went a little farther along and Master Jackson turned and entered through a door on the right this time. We climbed a few stairs and were in the left wing of the stage. A little farther down from where I was standing I could see the slaves carrying the couch, that I had asked for.

There must have been another entrance to the wing closer to the Toy Room because they certainly didn't pass us in the hallway. The lads disappeared through the black wing curtains out onto the stage. I was finding it a bit chilly in the wings, the rest of the theatre seemed so much warmer, but knew that in a very few moments sweat would be pouring from every pour on my body.

My dick was still fairly hard and oozing precum. It was going to be so good to finally get to release that build up from my aching nuts. I was just hoping that I didn't hurt myself in what I was about to attempt but figured it was worth the risk if it ment I had a chance of winning.

"See this red light here." Master Jackson said pointing to a light on pole that I was standing next to.

"It will be turned on when you have spent exactly 15 minutes on stage. You may stay on stage and act your little heart out for as long as you want, but do not cum before that light goes on. Once you have cum and cleanded up your mess, that means you get down on your fucking knees and lick it all up, you may leave the stage." he said and then looked at his watch.

"How do you want to do this Pussyboy", he asked. "Are you going to be out on the stage when the curtain goes up or wait and then enter once it is up?"

"I will wait until it is almost up and then enter sir", I said.

"Ok", he said, "curtain will rise in two minutes.

That was a long two minutes but it finally passed and the curtain began to rise.

When the curtain was about threequarters of the way up I made my move. Now before I try to describe this I must tell you that I loved gymnastics and could do all kinds of great things. I had never really been trained for it, but had watched competitions and we did do some in school. One of the things that I was very good at was cartwheels. I could make myself move just like a big wheel over great distances and even do some great tricks. So to open this show I entered the stage in a cartwheel.

Out onto the stage I went over and over all around the stage I circled. I had opted to be naked for this and so it must have been quite a sight to see. An almost naked man doing cartwheels on a stage. I let myself go round the stage completely twice and on the third brought myself to centre front and let myself fall just like a plate would do. You must have seen how a plate rolling on it's side will ride around and around on it's rim as it falls. I really cannot describe it any better than that. It requires a good deal of bouncing from hand to hand and foot to foot.

Once I had let myself come to rest, my arms and legs were outstretched and my trunk extended up as far as I could push it. I dropped onto my stomach and then jumped up in the air, made a bit of a twist and ripped the thong off at the same time. Before my feet hit the floor the thong was flying through the air out into the audience, which I couldn't even see because of the spot lights shining in my eyes.

Well the audience errupted into the loudest cheering, stopping, yelling and clapping that I had heard all evening. My heart skipped a beat, if I could keep it up I just might have a chance of winning.

When I landed, my cock which was now free of the thong bounced up and down. The sound of the audience and knowing that they were looking at me completely naked, just made my cock throbb and bounce even more. I was as embarrased as hell, but I was also more turned on then I had ever been in my life.

I grabbed my cock with my right hand, spread my legs slightly and thrust my hips forward. I wanked towards the centre of the audience a few times, turned to the right and wanked a few times, then did the same to the left. This got me another round of loud cheering and clapping. I then started doing some summersaults intermingled with cartwheels. Every once in a while I would go up and stand on one hand and with the other give myself a few wanks. Each of these brought more cheering and applause. All the while I kept an eye on that pole with the red light.

I figured they might start to get bored with this any moment so went over to the couch and picked up one of the items that I had asked for, an 8 inch dildo that had a cute little set of balls moulded right on.

I lay down on the couch, with my ass up in the air and my head at the bottom. I then placed the big dildo in my mouth and began to sensually suck on it. This brought another howl of approval from the crowd.

Once the dildo was good and wet I took my first real risk. Would I be able to get this thing up my ass? I had left the butt plug back in the box in the Toy Room. I figured that it had been up my ass so long it should be well stretched and the dildo should slide right in. After all it was nowhere neer as thick as the buttplug was in circumference. Well I guess I was going to find out.

I placed the head against my annus and began to push slowly. There was a bit of resistance so I tried pushing on my sphincter as though I were going to have a shit and I felt the dildo begin to enter. I continued to push and at the same time force the dido up my ass. After a little work it was finally in and I was merrily fucking my asspussy. The crowd went wild, I guess they really like watching a guy fucking his asspussy with a dildo. Another point for me......I hope.

I continued fucking myself for a while and then got up with that dildo still stuck up my ass. I was praying that I would be able to hold it in while I did a few cartwheels and summersaults. I didn't know it if were possible or not because I had never done it before.

To my surprise by clenching my sphincter tight I was able to do all the tricks and drive the audience wild, especially at one point where I was standing on both hands by the mirrored wall. I let my feet go back and touch the wall. Then I lowered myself so I was resting on my shoulders with my legs spread and my feet against the glass. I then wanked my dick with one hand while the other fucked my ass with the dildo.

The cheering that went up from the audience almost made me topple over, I wasn't expecting it to be so loud. I continued this for a bit because they really seemed to like it. The real trick was going to be to try and get myself back up on my hands. That would be a great way to end this little part of the act.

I got my arms down and pushed up. I had never done a push up like this before but was amazed at how easily I succeeded. I then did a series of summersaults over to the couch and took up my position again. I noticed the the red light was on so I could now start the grand finale.

Once on the couch I brought my legs foreward so they were spread wide and over my head. I kept bringing them forward until my throbbing cock entered my mouth and I swallowed the whole thing.

The audience just about had a fit. I guess they don't get to see many guys that can take their own cocks all the way down their throats. I am blessed with complete doublejointedness and can bend my body into the most impossible shapes. Getting my whole cock in my mouth is simple stuff and I have been doing it for years.

Well there I was naked on a stage fucking my own face with my own cock. I didn't fool around I wanted relief and I wanted it as fast as I could get it, so really began to pound my face.

With the audience screaming and yelling their approval I brought myself up to release. When my balls were ready to let go my cock just happened to be out of my mouth and the first strong rope of hot seed landed right on my nose. The response from the audience was so loud I could feel the couch vibrate under me.

I quickly took my dick back in my mouth and all the remaining seed went where I wanted it, down my throat. When my nuts were finally dry, I licked the end of my nob clean, then wiped the cum from my nose and licked it off my fingers. I got up off the couch walked to centre stage and bowed.

The curtain dropped in front of me while the audience was still in a wild uproar.

Well I had given it my best shot, I would either win or be the sorriest fucking slave in the country, because there was no doubt in my mind that I would be either first or second.

As I left the stage Master Jackson was standing there looking at me.

"That was one hell of a show, Pussyboy. Bet your thinkin' ya got it aced, huh." he sneered. "Well shithead got news for you, other than the cartwheelin' there ain't nuthin' else that you did that was new. You forgot that what was wanted was sexy. Cartwheelin' and saults are not sexy, they are great to watch but they are not sexy. As far as suckin' your own dick we get a dozen or more guys just like you that do it every year." he paused to catch his breath.

"But I will tell you what you have done. You have probably cost Master Scott a lot of embarrasement and $5000. Unless one of the other's fucks up as badly as you just did they will vote you in second place, I know I have been doing this job for going on 10 years and know how they vote." he was enjoying himself tormenting me like this.

"There is one more thing, better get used to the cage. The last time a slave got Master Scott stuck for $5000 bucks he didn't claim him for two weeks. The slave couldn't get out of the cage we had to pull him out. Apparently it took 3 months before he was able to walk again." He looked at me with his beady little eyes and gave a laugh.

Tears filled my eyes and I was crying as we reentered the room with the cages. The lad who had gone on first was in his cage and he was also crying. The cage for lad three was empty, he was probably in the toy room. Lad four just looked at me with big, sad eyes. I got down on my knees and crawled into my cage.

I was devasted, I had taken a big risk and lost completely. The Master was going to hate me and would leave me here for weeks with the evil Master Jackson. I let myself sink back into a deep, dark canyon of self pity and loathing. I was still crying when Master Jackson came back and got lad four. I didn't pay much attention and just went on wallowing in my misery.

A little while latter Master Jackson was back again with lad three. Big tears were flowing down three's cheeks and he was sniffling. I tried to ignore this, but all of a sudden a light went on.

When I had returned I noticed that number one was crying, when I returned I was crying and now number three was crying. Could it be that sweet, lovable Master Jackson was feeding us a line that we all bought, hook line and sinker? I waited until he had left and closed the door before taking a big, big risk.

"Psst.....psst.....hey guys", I whispered as loud as I dared. "Did Master Jackson tell you that from his experience he new without doubt that you would get the number two position and that your master would leave you here for weeks?"

There was no response for a few moments, but then lad number one whispered back, "Yes he did".

Then lad three whispered, "Ya that's what he told me too."

"Me as well." I piped in. "I think we have been had lads. I think this is still anybodys ballgame". I felt a little bit better knowing that I still had a chance of winning this thing.

We all remaind quiet. It was just too risky to take the chance of getting caught talking, besides I think we were all contemplating what our chances were of winning. It was really hard to predict seeing as we had not seen each other's performances.

After a while the door opened and a slave came in. He unlocked the cages and told us to get out and follow him. Once we were all out we followed him singlefile back to the wing on the stage where we had started. Master Jackson was there with number four, who just happened to be crying. I smiled silently to myself. Master Jackson had us all stand shoulder to shoulder.

The Master of Cerimonies was out on the stage. The curtain was up and he was babbling his head off, just as he had done at the begining. Finally I heard him say the words we were waiting so patiently to hear.

"It is now time gentlemen, to judge this months Dance of the Slaves. We were very fortunate this month to have four contenders. All have given a good performance, but only one can win", he paused and looked at us standing just off stage, in the wings. Then turned back and said, "and three will be punished."

A shiver went up my spine at that pronouncement. It hit home that in a few moments one of us was going to be very happy, but the other three were in for severe punishment. Somehow it just didn't seem right.

Again I began to pray that I would be the winner. I wanted this so bad, not only because I wanted to spend the night with William, but also because I wanted desperately to please the Master. You see I suddenly realized that I was not only in love with William, I was also in love with his father.

"The first wanker was Snotnose." the MC went on. Master Jackson touched lad one on the shoulder and told him to go on stage. The lad moved forward real quick and went out and stood by the MC who was still babbling.

"Snotnose belongs to Master Arnold." read the MC from his little notepad. "He has been in training for two weeks and has become an expert cocksucker." Snotnose turned every colour of red under the sun at that little quip.

"The second wanker was Pussyboy, belonging to Master Scott." he announced.

Master Jackson touched me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Get your ass out there and stand quietly beside the Snot."

I shuffled out onto the stage as quick as I could and took my position next to Snotnose. I was still completely naked and now that I didn't have the distraction of having to perform was not only naked in fact but also felt naked. I wanted desperately to cover my dick, which was begining to rise again.

The MC went on, "Pussyboy has only been in training for two days. He thought he was straight, but found out that he is just plain kinky. Not only has he been busy sucking cocks and loving it, he has had his cherry taken and has fucked asspussy and loved it. Now the real surprising thing about this slave is that he just loves to get it on with dogs."

The sonofabitch just seemed to go on and on. The more he reveal the smaller I shrunk. By the time he was finished I felt about 1 inch high, except for my cock which seemed to be bigger than me. I looked down at the wretched fucker to see silver strings of precum dripping down to the floor. Sex thy name be humiliation, I thought.

The MC noticed my boner and of course had to draw attention to it, "Mmmmmm uh Master Scott it looks like you got one horny slave on your hands." Everyone got a big laugh out of that but me, I just sank lower into the ground.

He then turned to Snotnose and said, "Pussyboy is dribbling all over the stage, get down there and clean it up."

Snotnose dropped to the floor and on his way gave me a terrible look. He licked up the little puddles and then came up and sucked in a new one just forming on the head of my dick.

He then went to stand up but the MC told him to stay there and catch all the drips. This of course only made my dick throbb all that much more and pour even more silver nectar into Snotnoses waiting mouth.

He then introduced, Fuckface, that was lad number three and ,Motherfucker, lad number four. I breathed a small sigh of relief when I noticed that each of these guy also sported a big boner, I didn't feel quite so alone anymore. Snotnose was still licking my precum, but I noticed his dick was still soft. I suddenly had the feeling this lad was not enjoying his slavery at all. Could it be that he was totally straight. No gay tendancies what-so-ever? If that were the case this could be pure hell for him. I suddenly felt great sympathy for this young man licking precum from my throbbing cock.

"Snotnose that will be good enough", the MC said. Snotnose stood up and faced the audience. He didn't even look at me this time.

"Ok gentlemen", the MC went on. "You have all seen the slaves do their dance and you have been introduced to each one. At the begining of this session you were all give cards with the slaves names on them. You were to score each slave with a position, 1, 2, 3 or 4. The cards were collected immediately after the last act and have now been tabulated."

He put his hand inside his jacket and pulled out an envelope. He opened the envelope and pulled out a sheet of paper.

"I will start with last position and work forward." he said. "In position number 4 is....... Snotnose."

I heard Snotnose let out a big sigh of relief. I wanted to congratulate him on not being 2nd, but could not say anything.

"In position number 3 is..........", and the sonofabitch paused, then said, "Motherfucker".

It was Motherfucker's turn to let out a sigh of relief although he knew he would still be punished.

That left Fuckface and I still in contention. I am sure Fuckface was feeling as bad as I was. One of us was going to be very happy, the other was going to be very sad.

"In position number 2 is........", and again the bastard paused. My heart was skipping beats, come on prick just get it over with.

"Fuckface".

A scream of utter pain escaped from Fuckface's lips and he collapesed to the floor crying and blubbering. I found out later the probable reason why he went histerical. Master Jackson was his Master.

Adrenelin suddenly began pumping through my body at a tremendous rate, I was flying. The audience had errupted in an uproar. Screaming, shouting, hooting, whistling and clapping. I had won, I had really won, my Master wasn't going to hate me. I was so happy I wanted to scream out my joy but instead I just dropped down to my knees and cryed.

The house lights came up and I could see my Master, William and Henry all shaking hands with everyone. My Master looked so happy, I was proud that I was able to do this little thing for him. He had just shaken hands with someone and then turned around. He looked me right in the eye and I could see how happy he was to have won. Then I remembered that I would get to spend the night with William and a big smile spread across my face, the tears dried up and I just waited for someone to tell me what to do.

The back patting and hand shaking went on for quite some time. I just continued to sit back on my heels waiting for orders. Poor Fuckface was still laying prostrate on the stage sobbing his poor heart out.

Suddenly I felt something being attached to my collar I turned and looked up and there was Henry. I cannot tell you how happy I was to have him there beside me. I felt secure again. I felt safe.

"You did real well Pussyboy", he said with a big smile on his face. "The Master is very proud of you tonight, very proud indeed. Come on, there is someone else that is also very proud of you. He said he wants you to teach him how to do those cartwheels tonight." I couldn't help but laugh out loud at that.

"Thanks Henry", I said as I got up and followed.

As soon as we were back at the table and Henry had stopped I got down on my knees. He handed the leash to the Master.

The Master looked down at me and said, "Good job Pussyboy, you have earned your reward."

He turned around and called, "William could you come here for a moment please."

William came right over and the Master handed him the leash. "The Pussyboy is yours until this time tomorrow night, have fun." A big smile lit up Williams face. It was the first time I had seen him smile since our first session together. The Master looked down at me again, gave me a big smile and then disapeared into the crowd.

"Well Pussyboy", William said with a smile, "Whatever am I going to do with you for a full 24 hours. I suppose I could take you home and put you in your cage, then I wouldn't have to worry about you, would I?"

"I am very sure you will think of something more creative than a cage, Master", I said with mock humility.

"Oh that I shall Pussyboy, that I shall."

To be continued.