William let me enter first and I scrambled over to the other side, I was glad to get into the limo, I was still naked and was feeling really seflconscious. He placed what looked like a wad of bank notes into the doorman's hand.

"Thank you Charles", he said. "You take real good care of yourself, it is not the same around here without you."

"Thank you Master Scott, sir", he replied. "I missed being here, sir."

William jumped in beside me and Charles closed the door. We both settled back and the limo pulled away.

"Poor old guy", William said. "he lost his wife, son, daughter in law and two grandchildren in a terrible car crash four months ago. He had a complete breakdown. We didn't expect he would ever be back, but his doctor called us a week ago and asked if we would take him back. It seems all he had left in the world that he cared about was this job. Of course dad agreed right away."

"Your dad seems to be very important around the club, is he the president or something?" I asked boldly.

"Well ya I guess you could say he is important. First he owns the building. He founded the club, along with Master Jackson. The club rents the building from him.

Second, he is currently the Grand Master of the club. He has been Grand Master for the past five years. He has been Grand Master twice before, for stretches of two years and three years respectively. His current tenure is the longest of any Grand Master so far. But the membership seems very happy with his leadership so they have been keeping him as Grand Master.

"I am impressed, sir" I replied testing the water.

He turned and looked me square in the eye, "Rob, until I have to turn you back over to dad you are not a slave and I will not treat you as one. Don't worry, I extracted a promise from dad that there would be no video cameras or microphones this time. It is just you and me for the next 24 hours."

In that case, I thought to myself, I am going call you Willie, again, and I gave him a big smile.

He pressed a button beside the arm rest, "Yes sir", the voice of the driver came over a speaker hidden somewhere here in the back.

"To the Mansion please Frank", William said.

The car pulled gently away and headed for the exit, I think. I really wasn't paying any attention. William had slid over close and we embrassed and then locked in a long, passionet kiss. Now when I say long, well I mean.....like it was very long. The car pulled up to the front door of the mansion and we were still locked in that kiss. We hadn't even noticed that the car had stopped.

Our tongue's were frantically searching, discovering, exploring each other in minute detail. We both had raging hardons and were playing with each others cocks. Precum was flowing like water from a fountain. Mine was all over Willie's hand and my nuts, not to mention my shaft and the car seat as well. But to tell the truth I was so wrapped up in Willie it wouldn't have matter to me if it was flowing out the door in a river.

Willie's, willy, (sorry, just had to make the pun), was sopping wet, the front of his pants were a mess, I didn't know it was possible for us to produce so much seminil fluid. Our other hand was busy rubbing a chest, an ab or playing with a nipple or squeezing a nipple. I was so turned on the world ceased to exist, there was nothing but Willie and me and a deep hunger that needed to be satisfied.

All good things must come to an end. Our need to release the tension that had built up in our balls became so great that we were forced back into the here and now. We pulled reluctantly apart and that's when we both noticed that, we were sopping wet and the car was stopped in front of the Mansion.

"Let's get up to my room to finish this", Willie gasped as he tried to get his breathing back to normal.

"Quickly", I gasped in return.

Frank, the driver sensing movement in the back started to get out to open the door for us, but Willie was much too quick for him. He opened the door and started to get out.

I heard him say to Frank, "Don't bother Frank we can manage. Take the rest of the night off, we won't be needing the car again".

I heard Frank reply with a thank you and the driver's door closed as I was getting out. Once out I just grabbed the door and gave it a quick pull to close it and followed at a semi run right behind Willie. After all I was still naked and even though it was dark and little chance of anyone being around to see me, I was still very uncomfortable.

I rushed up the stairs to join Willie and the mansion door started to open, as if my magic. A magic that was short lived, my mouth dropped open in surprise at the sight of the young man, dressed in the very same slave outfit as the one I had worn, holding the door open for us.

My hands instinctively went to cover my dick. After the events of this evening, why was I embarrased to be naked infront of this young slave? To make matters worse, Willie decided to give the lad some instructions, which only made me feel even more naked.

"John have David prepare pizza for two and a bunch of snacky things, he knows what I like. When it's ready I want you to bring it up to my room", Willie said in a tone that reminded me of William the prick.

"Yes, Master William, Sir", John said

Then without a word of thanks or acknowledgement he started off down the hall. I was a bit taken aback by this change in attitude. Then I remembered how he had treated me when we first met. Willie, me thinks is a very complex individual, just like his father.

"Come on Rob", Willie's call broke through my thoughts.

"Shit, you will be getting John all hot and bothered if you stand there much longer with your dick flapping around like that", and with a giggle headed on down the hall again.

My face turned red and I gave a quick glance at John, his face betrayed no emotion, but I also noticed in that quick glance that his rod was stiffening. Even more embarrased now, I hurried off after William.

We were approaching the same place in the hall where I had first met Willie a few days ago. He stopped by the door he had come out of that day. I watched as he pressed an almost invisible button on the wall and the door slide open. We both entered and that's when I realized this was an elevator.

On a panel on the left, where you would normally expect to find elevator controls, was a verticle row of buttons. Starting at the top they were labled, W, 3, 2, 1, B, D. The 3,2,1 & B were obvious, but what did W and D stand for? Well the W question was answered almost as quickly as I thought of it. Willie pressed the W.

The elevator rose without a sound and so smoothly it was hard to tell it was even moving. When it stopped the door opened and we entered what Willie calls his room, but I call his apartment.

From the elevator we entered into a sort of foyer. The walls were all finished in cherry paneling with blackwalnut for trim and there were three doors that lead out of it. The ceiling was a cream colour with recessed lighting. The floor was hardwood and polished to a deep, warm shine. The room had a pleasant scent of lemon oil and leather, a man's smell.

Furnishings included a fairly large black leather settee and two matching easy chairs. A large ornately carved mahogany coffee table was the centre piece for the room, for on it reposed a large chrystal sculputre of Mickey Mouse with a humongus hard on. Three small lights recessed in the cieling, illuminated the sculputure from three sides, ensuring that the sculpture was the centre of attention.

Willie however couldn't have cared less about how beautifully decorated that foyer was, or how hard Mickey's cock was, he was too busy removing his clothes as we passed through, leaving a trail behind him. Not having to worry about removing clothes I just happily followed.

There were three doors leading off of the Foyer, one straight ahead and one on the right and the left. Willie headed for the one on the left. He opened the door and entered with me right on his tail. The room was huge and it was a bedroom, Willie's bedroom.

Straight ahead as we entered the room was a large bed, not as big as the one used for my initiation into gay sex, but it was big. The bed coverings were all in black and looked like satain from my position. But that bed and the room were totally forgotten in a split second once that bedroom door closed. Willie, completely naked now, stopped, turned around and we were in each others arms and trying to see who could suck the other guys tongue the farthest down our throats.

We were both in such desperate need that I do not even remember going down to the floor, one moment we were standing locked in an embrace and the next we were on the floor. Willie's cock was all the way down my throat and I could feel mine in the luxurious warmth of his. We were in 69, facefucking each other as though our lives depended on it. A lot of moaning was taking place and at least half of it was mine.

Oh jeese how I loved the taste and feel of Willie's cock in my mouth and throat. Each time that sweet head passed my tongue it would leave another drop of precum. I was becoming quite addicted to that taste and just couldn't get enough of it. I had been fingering Willie's nuts with one hand and rubbing his soft, smooth ass cheeks with the other. I moved my hand from his nuts and slowly, gently started rubbing around the outside of his annus. Willie's cock gave a sudden jerk and a shot of precum when he felt my finger there.

I rubbed a bit more but it was very dry. Bringing a finger to my mouth I pushed it in alongside of Willie's cock. Willie's cock felt so good against my finger that I began to rub against and around it. Willie began moaning loudly and the vibrations from his moaning sent wonderful sensations through my cock which was buried deep in his throat. That in turn got me moaning again which increased Willie's pleasure, it just seemed to be a never ending circle.

Once I had the finger wet enough, I pulled it out of my mouth and began rubbing around Willie's annus again. He really started squirming now. I then moved my finger right across that sesnitive little pussy hole and around the edges of his pussy lips. He really started coming on to my dick now.

Around and around I rubbed just barely touching that sensitive little pink bud. Then without warning I started pushing it up the hole. Slowly working my finger in, twisting it left and right as up it went. Once in I withdrew then pushed it back in. As his pussy lips adjusted and relaxed I started finger fucking him faster and faster. Building the rythm up to match the bobbing of our heads on the cocks.

While I was busy doing all of this, Willie was busy reciprocating. Every nerve in my body was on fire, sending fantastic signals of pleasure to my brain. I was flying on a cloud feel enormous pleasure, I never wanted it to end.

But the pleasure was just too great, the constant stimulation of my erotic pleasure points was having the desired effect and I could feel my nuts lift, getting ready for that magic moment. I was climbing up and up, going higher and higher, nerve ends on fire then the blinding flash of pure, white light and my nuts began to release their precious cargo into the eager mouth of Willie.

Willie was making the same climb, at the same time and reached his nervana at exactly the same moment as I. Just as I felt my seed pumping into his throat, his hot, sweet seed was pumping into mine. I swallowed quickly, not wanting to loose even one precious drop.

I only managed to pump 5 strong ropes and two weak ones before my nuts stopped pumping. Willie on the other hand just kept on going and going, shit I was beginging to think he would drown me in that sweet ball nectar. He managed 8 strong and 3 weak shots of hot seed.

Once he stopped shooting I just kept on licking and sucking making sure I got every drop. Willie couldn't have got his cock cleaner even if he spent all night scrubbing it with a wash cloth. Of course Willie was doing one hell of a job on mine as well.

Finally both our cocks had become completely flaccid and we both pulled our heads back at the same time.

I gave a start and jumped about 3 ft when I looked up. John the slave was kneeling quietly just inside the door.

Willie looked up to see what the hell had gotten into me and also saw John, then broke into uncontrolled laughter.

Frankly I couldn't quite figure out what the hell he found so funny. I guess he was used to having slaves enter and leave his room silently. Me I found that very disconcerting.

"The snacks ready, John?" Willie asked.

"Yes sir, shall I bring them in?" John replied.

"Yes John, put them over on the coffee table and stick around, I think we might need your services shortly".

What was that? I looked sharply at Willie, but he said nothing and started to get up. Now what the fuck is this kid up to, I thought to myself. He has some kind of evil plan running around in that warped little mind of his. But if he makes me feel as good as he just did, he can make whatever evil little plans he wants.

"Let's go clean up a bit, then we can have a nice snack.", he said, "I'll bet you are really hungry".

Damned right I was hungry, shit it had been a busy night and I had used up a lot of energy. A nice snack would be very welcome and besides I was crazy about pizza.

Willie walked to the right side of the room and opened a door. He went through with me right behind. The door led into a large bathroom. Much like the one that I had used down stairs. It had a large shower, a whirlpool hot tub and a sauna.

We both had a quick pee and washed our hands. We were standing at the sink, hands well soaped up, when we turned and looked into each other's eyes. Our heads were drawn together as if they opposite poles on a magnet. Our mouths opened and we began to suck tongue again. Then our arms, soapy hands and all, were around each other. My soapy hands moving up and down Willies back while he reciprocated.

Of course all this tongue swallowing and soapy hand massage had it's effect on our dicks, which were rising again. It was Willie that finally broke the spell.

"Let's go get you fed then we can play for the rest of the night", he said through his heaving chest.

"Ok", I panted in return. Oh geesh how this guy turned me on.

We grabbed some big fluffy towels from the linin closet and toweled each other dry. Once dry we returned to the bedroom. On the other side of the bed there was a large alcove type section. It probably had large windows but they covered by floor to ceiling drapes.

The alcove also was furnished with a couple of easy chairs, a large soft looking sofa and a huge coffee table. The chairs and sofa formed a kind of hollow U shape, with a chair at each side and the sofa taking up the long side. The coffee table was directly in the centre, easily accessable from where ever someone may sit.

On the coffee table a whole array of food had been set out. There must have been enough to feed 10 or more, I thought. John was on his knees on the side of the table opposite the sofa. He did not move or say a word as we approached.

We walked around the table until we were between it and the sofa. I thought we were going to sit on the sofa but instead Willie knelt down on the floor. Well if that was good enough for him, then it was good enough for me and I joined him.

We didn't bother with plates or cutlery, we just picked up what we wanted in our fingers. Then Willie picked up a succulent slice of fresh mango, took a bite then brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and ate this wonderful piece of juicy fruit from his fingers.

Well this turned into a little game and we started feeding each other. In between the bites Willie was feeding me, I was using my free hand to stuff my face with pizza. I never can get enough of the stuff.

After my third or was it fifth, slice of pizza, plus countless little morsels that Willie had been shoving in my mouth, I was finally begining to feel filled up.

Willie must have figured out that I had had enough, because he began filling his face with these delectable little pop corn shrimp that David had prepared.

He ate a few more then picked up a small container of what looked like tomato sauce. He looked at me with a mischievious smile on his face and dipped his finger in the sauce.

Thinking he was going to lick it off his finger I turned away to pick up an olive. Willie took advantage of my distraction and rubbed that finger down my nose. Then quick as could be he dipped his finger back in the sauce and dobbed tomato sauce onto each of my cheeks.

My first instinct was to whip it away with the back of my hand, but some little evil thing inside said wait dummy, lets see what he is up too. Well it didn't take long to find out. Willie bent over and started licking the sauce from my nose and cheeks. Well I gotta tell ya folks, it is one erotic feeling to have someone licking real food off of your body. My dick was up to full staff before Willie got to my second cheek.

Once he had licked the sauce off he picked up that little container again and this time painted all over my nipples, my bellie button and then took the container, grabbed my cock and dipped it in the sauce. I was flabbergasted and just sat there stunned.

Willie didn't give a shit, he just bent over and started licking it all off. I was feeling fantastic and started looking for something to rub on Willie's body. But instead my eye caught John's. My face went instant red. I didn't know John from Adam and there he was watching Willie lick tomato sauce off my body. But John never gave any indication whatsoever that he was even looking at me. He just knelt there quietly, breathing gently through his nose.

I don't know how long I stared at John staring at me, but suddenly I heard Willie make his presance known.

"Ahhummmm", he grunted. "My dick is feeling lonely", he said.

I looked down and saw that he had dipped his dick in the sauce, so I bent over real quick and started to clean it off. Well if I thought his licking sauce off of me was erotic, licking it off of him was even more so. Once I had him cleanded off I looked up to get that sauce.

"Looking for something Rob?" he asked with that devilish look in his eyes.

"Ya where is that fucking sauce I wanna dip your wick". I said bluntly.

He gave a little laugh and said, "well I think John's got it".

I started to look him in the eye but noticed that he was looking over towards John, so I looked too. There was John, only kneeling up against the table with his dick all covered in tomato sauce. The little container was on the table right below his 7in uncut cock, which was bobbing up and down.

"I think John would like you to clean that sauce off his dick Rob", Willie said with a giggle. "wouldn't you John?"

"Yes sir, I sure would." he said with no emotion in his voice.

I didn't need a second invitation. I scrabbled around that table on my knees until I was beside him. John just continued to kneel facing the table. Why the hell didn't he turn around, I thought. Then the answer came to me, John was a slave. A very well trained salve, he wouldn't do anything unless told to.

"Lay down and spread your legs so I can get at that thing John", I ordered shakily.

Without hesitation John was down, legs spread, his big tomato sauce coverd dong waving in the air. It looked so comical I almost broke out laughing, but figured John would get angry if I did that. Man do I got a lot to learn about this slave business.

I crawled inbetween his legs and started licking the sauce from that beautiful red coated dick. A few seconds later Willie was there as well but on the oppossite side and we cleaned Johns dick together.

Every once in a while our tongues would cross which would lead us into a bout of tongue licking. This was so erotic, my dick was throbbing again dripping precum all over the place.

I opend my mouth to take John's thick, purple glans in, but Willie saw what I was about to do and he was there as well. So with one half of John's cockhead in my mouth and the other half in Willie's we brought our lips together, our tongue's flicking against the head. Then we worked our way down the shaft, keeping our lips together while we flicked our tongues on and around the throbbing dick. Once we reached the root of John's love stick we started back towards the head.

John was moaning and groaning, but we were so absorbed in our own pleasure that we paid him no attention at all. All that existed for us was that shaft and our lips.

When we reached the head, Willie pulled away and went down to take one of John's walnut sized nuts into his mouth. Not to be left behind I joined him by slipping the other nut into my own mouth. I then noticed that Willie was finger fucking John's ass. Not to be left out, I wrapped a hand around John's shaft and began to wank his dick while I sucked merrily on his nut.

As we sucked our respective nut, our heads moved closer together until our lips met and our tongue's met with the nuts between us. Before I knew what was happening Willie and I had both spit out the nut and had embraced in a deep kiss.

Willie pushed me gently backward and soon I was on my back on the plush carpet. Willie followed me down never breaking the kiss. I felt his hand down between my legs pushing them apart and I cooperated by opening my legs. Willie crawled in and began to play with my dick and balls while we continued our kiss.

Then I felt his throbbing dick brushing against my aching member. They rubbed together for a bit while Willie loosened my pussylips. When he felt it was loose enough he moved his dick into position and I felt it begin to penitrate my love hole. I relaxed my sphincter muscle and Willies 8 inch shaft slid deep into my guts. Willie got all the way in on first shove and there was almost no pain at all, just a bit of an uncomfortable feeling like I had to have a dump, but it passed quickly.

Willie then began a slow all the way in all the way out rythym. As he humped his cockhead brushed against my prostate sending waves of pleasure through my body. Willie bent over and started to pinch and pull at my tender nipples, increasing the pleasure I was feeling.

I raised my arms and took Willies nipples between thumb and forefinger and began a slow massage to match the rhythm he had set in my pussyhole. He threw his head back and moaned in pleasure. Then bent over and we began a deep, searching kiss again.

I was riding a wave of pure ectasy and Willie began to pick up the pace.

Willie lifted himself up from my face but kept his steady rhythm. "John", he called. "I want to suck that stick of yours and Rob wants to suck ass."

"Wait a minute here", I protested. "I do not want to suck ass".

"Oh yes you do", Willie insisted. "You just didn't know it."

I had forgotten all about poor John, one moment we were turning the poor bugger on, the next we had left him cold. Regardless of what I had to say, John came scrambling over without a moments hesitation. He crawled over and spread his legs apart and he moved over my head. From my position I could see that big hard cock, then the balls and as he continued forward, his ass. Because he was a slave John was completely hairless.

As he brought his smooth, pink rose bud closer to my hesitant mouth I picked up this most wonderful of smells. The closer John's ass got to my face the sharper this wonderful smell became. The smell alone was very erotic and I could feel my dick begin to pulse even stronger than before. Just before that asspussy reached my mouth, I realized that the smell was coming from John's shitter. He had cleaned himself real good before coming to the room and had applied some kind of scent to the inside of his pussy.

The smell was so enticing I couldn't resist licking that hole. The taste was like nothing I had ever tasted in my life, it was fantastic. How to describe it?........hmmm......well.....it was a bit nutty, with just a hint of mixed fruit and the barest hint of male musk. Well don't look at me like that, how the hell am I supposed to describe it, I havn't got a clue what it was, I was just smelling and tasting it as I licked away, so get off my case. :)

I may not have liked the idea of licking and sucking ass, but that taste and smell was just so over powering I couldn't get my tongue in deep enough. I licked and sucked that asshole like I was a drowning man and that hole was my life belt.

Willie must have been doing one hell of a number on John's dick, while I sucked his pussyhole. John was moaning and his whole body was vibrating.

Willie had picked up the pace, and his dick was moving in and out of my asspussy at a much greater rate. The constant stimulation of my prostate had me on the edge of a prescipace and Willie kept me there as he brought John up to the same edge.

Finally I could feel myself reaching the plateau and knew that within a very few minutes I would be there and my seed would be pumping up between Willie and John. I brought a hand up and began to massage John's nuts and from the movement of his balls I knew he was close as well.

A minute or so later I felt John's nuts jump up and he began to cum. That was all the incentive I needed and my nuts began shooting their payload up between the two young men hovering over me. A fraction of a second later I felt Willies hot seed begin to pump into my cockshute.

I shot off 4 good strong pulses and a couple of weak ones. Don't know how many the other's shot, but it seemed to go on forever. Finally William pulled away and then John followed suit. As John moved back Willie bent over to give me another big kiss.

When our lips met Willie opened his mouth and filled mine with a load of John's cum. I was taken completely by surprise and almost choked on it, but regained my senses in time and forced it back into Willie's mouth. Then he forced it back into mine.

Just like a couple of kids playing a give and take game, we passed John's sperm back and forth. Finally Willie forced it into my mouth and pulled away. I had no choice now but to swallow it, but to be perfectly honest I didn't mind at all. It was just as sweet as Willies and my own.

Then I felt a warm tongue licking my bellie and looking down watched as John licked up the sperm which I had shot inbetween them.

After we had cleaned each other up, Willie and I embraced and lay back on the plushly carpeted floor. Within a few moments we both fell into a relaxed sleep.

Willie and I lay locked in each other's arms for just over an hour. Willie awoke first and began to play with my nipples, which brought me back from where ever it is I go when I sleep.

"Hungry?", he asked.

"No not really", I answered. "But I sure as hell could use a cold drink."

"Anything in particular?", he asked. I shook my head no and he asked, "coke ok". I gave him the yes nod.

"John", he called. "Get us a couple of cold coke's, and get one for yourself if you like."

The ever silent John got to his feet and said, "Yes Master William, sir".

We started talking about the club and the contest that I had been in. I was thinking about the other three lads that had also been in the competition. I shuddered as I thought that in some dark room somewhere those poor guys were hanging from chains, having the skin torn from their backs by unmerciful whips.

"It doesn't seem right William", I said. "I mean those lads didn't do anything wrong. Just like me they tried their best, but only one can win."

"Rob, you are in a differnet world to what you are used to." he said in a very serious tone. "You have entered a world where the norms are not the same. All three of those lads are in the positions they are, because they want to be there. You were the only one on that stage tonight that did not voluntarily seek slavery as a way of life.", he paused to let that sink in.

"They will be whipped, for sure, but the skin will not be shredded from their backs. The Masters are all experts at inflicting just the right amount of pain to turn those guys on. The Masters are not angry with their slave's, or hate them. The Masters love their slaves and are very careful not to hurt his slave beyond the level of endurance he knows his salve can handle."

"The slaves want the pain, they crave the pain and the humiliation and the degredation that goes with it. For them it is a normal way of life." His hand was rubbing up and down the very back that he had whipped only the night before as he explained.

I admit I made a couple of mistakes last night.", he said with real concern in his voice.

"You should not have been cut. I appologize for that, I became tired and should have quit the moment I noticed it. But I didn't. Dad was very angry and dissapointed with me. It will be quite some time before I live this down." It looked like a tear had formed in his eye as he said this.

"It is ok William, I don't hold it against you. It doesn't even hurt anymore." I said as I wiped the tear from his eye.

I then leaned over and gave him a tender kiss to demonstrate that I ment what I said. I heard a rustle and looked around. John had returned with the drinks. I took mine and pulled back the tab on the can. I think I drained half the can on my first swallow. I couldn't believe how thirsty I was. That cold, sweet coke felt good flowing down my parched throat.

John was still standing there, "sit down John and drink up", Willie said. John sat and began to drink his coke as he watched and listened to us.

Willie continued from where he had left off.

"So you see Rob, you really don't need to worry or be concerned. Those slaves will all be ok, in fact I would suspect by now all three of them have shot off countless loads and are in a blissful state." He let this point drive home.

"John", Willie asked, "Tell Rob how you came to be my personal slave".

I looked up in surprise, his personal slave. I had been thinking John was just a household slave. It had never occurred to me that Willie would have a slave.

"I have always been a very submissive person.", John began. "As I came into puberty I also realized that I was gay. I was not interested in girls at all, while just seeing a guy in a tight t-shirt would cause my dick to rise."

"It was not easy, being both submissive and gay. The worst problem was being gay but being scared to death that someone would find out. After all the guys in school were always taking about what they would do with a faggot if they ever caught one."

"I had just turned 17 when I had my first sexual encounter with another person. Erin was my age, we had met the year before when he moved into the apartment next to ours. We met the same day he moved in and became instant friends. We liked all the same things and from that point on did everything together."

"About a week after my 17th birthday, Erin and I were in my room working on a school project. It was very warm and Erin removed his shirt. Well that was all I needed to pull a boner. Usually I was able to hide it, but for some reason, Erin caught this one."

"Did my removing my shirt do that to you?", he asked.

"I of course went red in the face and stammered and just generally felt shitty, 'cause I thought I was about to loose a good friend. But Erin was ready for me."

"Don't sweat it John", he said. "I have been fairly certain for quite some time that you might be gay."

"Well that only made my face go even redder."

"It really is ok John", he said reassuringly, "because so am I."

"Well that night we engaged in oral sex and I loved it. From then on we began to explore and enjoy our sexuality."

"About a year or so later, Erin came to me one day and said that he had become aware of a gay group that practiced slavery. He said that he had done so research and had decided that he wanted to turn himself over to a Master and enter into a life of total servitude to that Master."

"I of course thought he was crazy and tried to talk him out of it, but to no avail. He was determined. From his research he found out that Master Scott was one of the most respected Masters in this part of the country. He told me that he was going to give himself to Master Scott and he did try."

"You might think that a Master would be more than happy to take on a new slave. Well there may be Masters that will just take anyone that comes along, but Master Scott didn't get his reputation by having an open door policy. He is very selective when it comes to choosing whom he will train and retain as a slave."

"Erin returned from his interview with Master Scott very depressed. After four hours of baring his soul, Master Scott had said he would study the results of the interview and give a decision within two weeks. For the next two weeks Ering was on pins and needles constantly. He would jump up and run to the phone every time it rang."

"While all this was going on, Erin began to fill me in on why he wanted to be a slave. The more he talked the more convinced I became that he was right. Slowly I began to want the same thing."

"Almost two weeks to the day, the phone call came. Master Scott would be willing to take Erin into training. He was close off all loose ends. Close his bank accounts. Pay off all outstanding bills and give notice to his landlord. He must get rid of all his possession. He would not be permitted to bring anything with him but the cloths he was wearing. He had three day to accomplish this and was to present himself at the main door to a specific address at exact 10:00 am three days hence."

"Erin was ecstatic and three days later we said our tearful goodbyes. Once he was gone the apartment was empty, bare and lonely. I cried a lot, I missed him deeply."

"Approximately one week later I was sitting at the kitchen table, crying when there was a soft knock on the door. I wiped the tears from my eyes and answered the door. When I opened the door I was surprised to see a young boy of about 16 standing there. He told me he was a friend of Erin's and could he come in and talk with me for a few minutes. Well as I said he looked about 16, was very clean and well dressed so I had no reason not to let him in."

"The few minutes turned out to be a couple of hours. My visitor was Master William. He explained that he was Master Scott's son and that Erin had turned out to be an ecceptionally good slave, but was very sad because his friend John was not with him."

"He also explained that Master Scott could not take on anymore slaves at the moment. However he, William was looking for a personal slave and would I be interested. My first response was an emphatic No. But as we talked all the things that Erin had said started to come back and I began to feel a deep need to give myself to this young boy."

"He then suggested I visit the mansion and see for myself. He also told me that if I decided to go ahead with this I would have to sign a contract. That contract gave both parties the right to break the agreement at anytime. Master William told me that like his father any contract between a him and his slave also includes funds to help the slave reestablish himself should the contract be broken. Those funds are payable to the slave immediately, regardless of who breaks the contract."

"I visited the mansion, talked with Erin and also talked with David, Master Scott's slave cook. I was convinced that I would be much happier here and so gave my self to Master William. I have never looked back. I am very happy here and would not ever want to go back to my old life."

With that John became very quiet again.

"Is Erin still here?", I asked.

"Yes sir", he replied. "Our Master's allow us to spend most night's together if our services are not required for other duties."

"Thank you John", I said. "Most interesting".

I sat back reflecting on all of what John had just described.

I then turned to Willie and asked, "So is that how most slaves become slaves?"

"Well not necessarily", he replied. "There are many different ways, but that is certainly one of them. In the vast majority of cases it is the slave that approaches the Master first. In a few rare cases, such as your own, the Master sees a very strong candidate for slavery and initiates the contact."

This was all very interesting but there was something else flying around in my head and I really needed an answer. So I figured this was as good a time as any to ask.

"There is something I would really like to know, Willie", I said. "Somewhere out there a stranger has my pouch. Did you, by any chance see who caught it and is he a half decent sort?"

He looked at me with a rather serious look on his face and I thought, oh oh maybe I have stepped into forbidden territory. He got up from the floor, walked over towards the door looking for something. He seemed to have found it because he bent over and picked something up. As he turned to come back I noted that it was his pants. He came back over beside me and sat down. Putting his hand in one of the pockets, he turned and looked at me with a big smile on his face.

"I did", he shouted pulling my pouch out of the pocket and waving it in my face as we both broke out into fits of uncontrollable laughter.

I don't think John had any idea what we were laughing about because he just sat there, silently, sipping his coke and watching us. There was an amused look in his eyes, but his face betrayed no emotion at all.

After the fits of laughter finally eased up Willie gave John orders to clean up and put the food away. He told him that once he was finished with that he could go to bed, his services would not be needed anymore this night.

Willie and I adjourned to the big, satin covered bed. I suddenly realized that I was extremely tired.

"Could we go to sleep for a while, Willie?", I asked. "I am bushed and that little nap a while ago only made it worse."

"Certainly", he replied. "I had the same thing in mind. It has been a very long day. If we go to sleep now we will have that much more time to play tomorrow."

We climbed up onto the bed and shuffled to the centre. We cuddled up close gave each other a good night kiss and fell into a deep sleep locked in each others arms.

It didn't take long to realize where I was and what was happening. I just lay there for a while enjoying this wonderful feeling of waking up to a warm body in my bed.

The silk sheet that had been covering us began to slide down. I started to move to see what was going on, but Willie's strong arm held me back and he whispered in my ear, "Keep still and enjoy".

The sheet slid right down to the end of the bed and a slight momentary chill swept over me as the sheet was removed. However my body quickly adjusted to the warmth of the room.

A strong hand lifted my foot slightly and a hot tongue began to massage the bottom of my foot. My cock reacted immediately by giving a jerk and filling to the maximum. It became so hard it felt like it would burst and was most uncomfortable for a few seconds. But the erotic pleasure of having a hard cock rubbing against my ass crack, a hand playing with my dick and balls and a hot tongue licking my foot overcame any sensations of pain that I might have felt. I was filled with the most intense pleasure.

I was moaning, almost on the verge of a scream, from over excited nerve ends, sending unending rounds of pleasure to my fevered brain.

I had my eyes closed luxuriating in all of this when I felt the head of a hard cock press against my lips. Without thinking my lips parted and my tongue darted out to start licking on this unexpected treat. I licked around the big glans for a bit and then opened wide and took that head into my eager mouth.

Willie, not content with just rubbing his dick up and down my ass crack and wanking my now throbbing joystick, began to bite playfully on my neck and shoulders.

The hot tongue on my foot had found it's way up to my toes and was licking and sucking each one individually. After each toe had had a good licking and sucking that warm tongue began working it's way up the leg.

Then another exquisite surprise, another strong hand latched onto the other foot, lifted it slightly and began to lick.

I was just about out of my mind with pleasure when the first tongue reached my scrotum. Willie kept wanking my dick as a warm mouth encased first one of my nuts and then the other.

After finishing on my balls that tongue made it's way to that sensitive area behind the scrotum but in front of the annus. It licked and tickled that area driving me even higher. I was screaming in pleasure but all that came out was muffled sounds. The cock that was buried deep in my throat was the fortunate recipient of the vibrations from my pleasure screams.

Willie's hand suddenly came off my cock and was replaced by a hot mouth. While the tongue licked my glans, Willie's hand moved slowly up to my chest and found my sensitive nipples which must have been sticking out a mile by now.

The cock in my mouth was throbbing and felt like it was going to blow at any moment. My own dick was throbbing and pulsing as it slid in and out of the throat of.........ah....well a..? Shit I didn't even know whose cock was down my own throat.

But I was working on that cock, giving it all the pleasure my limited experience could muster. And it responded by suddenly filling my mouth with a load of sweetly acidic man juice.

My own dick not wanting to be out done began to fill the mouth of..........ah....? Hell I didn't know who was sucking my cock either. But that wasn't going to stop me from unloading my hot cream down his throat.

In the midst of all of this, Willie began to unload his own nuts up against my back. The hot loads of cream provided a lubrication that changed the whole feel of that dick and sent new sensations through me. I think I tried to scream out my pleasure again but had to cut it back real quick as I started to choke on, whomever's, man juice, that was pumping in unending streams down my throat.

The dick sucker continued to suck my dick dry as I did to whomever's cock was down my throat. Willie just kept humping my wet, slimy back, while someone else was still sucking on my toes.

Finally the cock pulled out of my mouth and pulled away. I opened my eyes to see a beautiful young man I had never seen before. His body was also bereft of any hair except the head and it was a golden yellow.

His chest was broad and his pecs well developed. This boy was no stranger to a gym that was for sure. His dick that was slowly deflating was hanging there at about 7in and was uncut. I looked up at his face and he gave me a big smile.

The mouth pulled away from my cock but I was so mesmerized by this big beautiful hunk standing in front of me that I didn't even notice.

Willie said, "Roll onto your stomach Rob".

Finding it difficult to take my eyes off the young man I did as Willie commanded, but kept the lad in focus, but only for a second. As soon as I was on my stomach he leaned over and joined Willie licking the cum from my back.

"Wackkkkk". I suddenly jumped cursing from a slap to the ass. Willie broke out into gales of laughter.

"What's wrong Rob, didn't you know you can not have pleasure without pain", and he howled in laughter again.

Unable to control myself I began laughing as well. When I finally got it under control I grabbed Willie and pulled him close, planting my lips squarely on his.

He returned the kiss, our tongues probing, tasting the bittersweet taste of cum which lingered in both our mouths.

When we pulled apart I said, "Good morning Willie, and thanks".

He just smiled and returned the greeting, "Good morning to you as well Rob my love".

"I guess you have not met Erin, the big dick you just finished sucking." He said with a smirk.

"Rob meet Erin, Erin meet Rob," he said with a big smile.

We shook hands and said the usual glad to meet you's.

"You certainly must remember John from last night. Me thinks John has a thing for your cock."

My face went a little red, but John just gave a big smile.

"Last but not least, the toe sucker," he gave a giggle as he said this, "the toe sucker is none other than our wonderful cook, David. So Rob meet David, David meet Rob."

David squiggled up and shook my hand as Willie went on.

"Ok first things first, let's go empty our bladders then have breakfast before we go get cleaned up. How's that sound."

"Fine with me", I answered.

John, Erin and David quickly left the room while , Willie and I headed for the bathroom. We emptied our bladders, gave our faces a splash of cold water and then headed back to the bedroom.

We headed for the alcove where the sofa, chairs and coffee table were located. All three boys had returned carrying large trays. With practiced expertise, the boys set about serving breakfast. A plate with a large silver dome was placed in front of me. A set of utensils, wrapped in a scarlet table nappy was placed beside the plate. David removed the dome revealing a huge mound of scrambled eggs, a generous helping of home fries, a thick slice of ham, rashers of bacon and four sausages.

A mug was placed beside my plate as I unwrapped the utensils from the nappy. A big pot of coffee was placed on the table along with all the condiments and a huge plate of toast.

It would seem that everyone at this table was equal this morning. Everyone had the same service. Once the boys had set everything out they pulled up the chairs and set about devouring this huge, delicious breakfast.

We all ate in silence for a while but Willie began a discussion about baseball and for the next hour we ate, drank coffee and well.....were just five normal, but naked, guys enjoying breakfast and each other's company.

When breakfast was finished Willie got up.

He turned to John and said, "John we will have a full clean up this morning".

"Yes sir", John said in response returning to the slave role. He and Erin got up and headed for the bathroom.

"Now Rob get ready for a shower and shave like you have never had before.", he said with a smile on his face.

He got up from the sofa, waited a moment for me to rise and then ushered me towards the bathroom with his outstretched hand. David I noticed as I turned was busy cleaning up the breakfast remains.

Now what? I thought to myself as I headed towards the bathroom. What does this little rouge have up his sleeve this time. Well so far his schemes have all resulted in intense pleasure so who the hell am I to argue.

When I entered I could see the lid had been removed from the whirlpool and two large leather covered tables had been set up. Each had a set of stirrups sticking up on each side.

Willie headed right to one of the tables and indicated that I should take the other.

"Shave first Rob, then the luxury", he said with a giggle.

He lay back on his table and I did the same. A moment later John was by his side and Erin by mine. He had what looked like a big pail that he place on a small tray beside the table. From it he pulled a hot towel which he wrapped around my face, leaving a small hole for my nostrils.

The towel was hot, but not unpleasant. I felt the radiant heat sinking deeper into the pours of my face. It felt wonderful.

After what seemed an hour but in reality couldn't have been more that 5 or 10 min., Erin removed the towel and brought a shaving mug with brush into sight. After filling the brush he proceeded to soap down my face. Like a barber he shaved me expertly with a straight razor.

Once my face was done, he proceeded to soap up my chest, then shaved it. After shaving my abs he had me place my feet in the stirrups, he made some adjustments and my legs were spread wide open giving him full access to my most private parts. As usual I could feel the blood pump into the small veins on my face, the embarrassment showing again.

Next my legs were denuded then my arms. Finally he had me turn over and shaved my ass cheeks, the crack and all around my hot little pussy.

When he was finished he gave me a rub down with an oil that had the most intoxicating smell. I had never smelt anything like it before in my life.

After the shaving it was into the whirlpool. Willie and I sat together and talked about computers and programs.

As we talked I watched the boys wash down the tables they had used to shave us. Then they covered the tables with what looked like flannel sheets. A metal rod was attached on the side of the each table, close to one of the stirrups. They reminded my of the IV holders used in hospital.

John went to a cupboard and took out what looked like water bottles made of red rubber. Erin went to another cupboard and removed an assortment of clear plastic hoses. The hoses were draped over the rods on the tables and the water bottles were taken to the sink.

John poured something from a white bottle into each of the water bottles and then the bottles were filled with water. The sides of the bottles bulged as they filled. Once filled and stoppered they were brought over to the table and clipped to the rods.

The hoses were then attached to the bottles. It was a kind of eerie sight, two beds draped in white flannel, with a red IV hanging along the side and stirrups. It actually looked kind of funny and I gave a little laugh inside.

"All's ready sir", John called to Willie.

"Great", he responded. "Let's go Rob."

We got out of the whirlpool and John and Erin where there to wrap and dry us in big fluffy towels.

Once dry we headed back to the tables. Willie jumped up onto his and placed his feet in the stirrups right away. Not one to be left behind in the crowd, I followed suit.

The position of the stirrups had been changed and I found my feet and legs away up in the air and spread wide. It was a kind of embarrassing situation. After all I had only just met Erin, so what if I had sucked his cock. We were still strangers and here I was exposing my most intimate parts to him again.

Erin took my left arm raised it over my head and fastened my wrist to a leather cuff at the top of the table. He then did the same with the right arm.

Oh oh, I thought what is going on that they have to bind me to this fucking table.

Then Erin bound each of my ankles to the stirrup.

"Ever had an enema before, sir", he asked.

What the fuck, an enema. I didn't want no fucking enema. What the hell was I going to do. Willie was laying there just waiting for it. Shit I guess I really don't have much fucking choice. Wish he'd of mentioned this earlier.

"Ah.....no I haven't Erin", I said haltingly.

"Your a little uptight about it Sir, no need to be. It will just feel like you are filling up. It is not unpleasant at all.", he reassured me.

"Ah..ok", I said and just waited apprehensively for it to begin.

Erin began by massaging around my boypussy he had lubricated his fingers beforehand. The finger rub felt great and I could feel my dick begin to rise. Then he suddenly sunk a finger deep into my chute. That initial intrusion is always a bit uncomfortable and the tendency is to want to shit it out. I withheld that impulse and just enjoyed the feeling of that finger working around inside my chute.

A sudden feeling of loss enveloped me when the finger was withdrawn. But that feeling of loss was short lived. As it was replaced by what? A tube of plastic or rubber I think, from my position I could not see, only feel. Feel it I did as it slid in and in and in. It seemed like it had gone in far enough to come out my mouth.

"Ok, Sir", Erin said. "The probe is in and I am about to turn on the flow. The water is quite warm and you will find it a very pleasant experience. As it flows in you may also get the urge to shit it out. Don't. You must hold it until I give you the word or we will have one hell of a mess. Ok?"

"Yes", I said, "understood. I will hold it".

Erin opened the tape and a warm sensation began to fill my bowels. At first it was so relaxing. I felt at peace with the world and just enjoyed. I felt the flow begin to lessen and looked up. The water bottle had deflated and looked empty.

Erin was right there and disconnected the bottle and took it down. He then hung up a new one that was bulging. A few quick movements and I could feel the flow begin again.

"Ahhhhgggh", I cried out in pain as a sudden cramp shot through my intestines.

"It's ok Sir", Erin said soothingly. "That's natural. You will be getting more cramps but hold on. The cramps won't hurt you, just a bit uncomfortable."

"Oh shit", I said, "that was a hell of a lot more than just uncomfortable. It felt like my insides were tearing apart. And I could see that my stomach had begun to rise.

"I think you got more in me than I can take.", I warned Erin.

"Believe me, Sir", Erin again soothed. "Your insides are not tearing apart. You still have another bottle to go before you will be filled."

"Holy fuck", I whined, "I can't take another bottle, I'll fucking burst."

"Stop whining like a baby", Willie called from his own bed. "The waters going to clean you out real good. You will get to like it after a while. After all,

you are going to get one every morning from now on." Well that shut up my whining. Every morning! They were going to do this to me every morning. Well this was one thing I was not going to get used to, I thought as another cramp shot through my guts. The cramps were coming much closer together now and the second bottle was still flowing. Erin said I had to take another bottle. Well I was going to be in a lot of pain in a very few minutes, I was sure of that.

By the time the third bottle had emptied it's contents into my aching guts I was fairly certain I was going to die. The cramps kept coming, invading every part of my soul as they slammed through my guts.

At one point the pain was so bad I tried to expel the invader, but found that my sphincter was not working. Try as I might I could not get the sphincter to open. The probe which was used to infuse my system also sealed it.

Tears of pain were coursing down my cheeks as I begged Erin to remove the probe. But in that pleasant, soothing voice he told me to hold on.

How long had it been since the flow stopped? An hour? Two hours? A day, a week? It seemed like forever. All I could think about was expelling this horror from my guts.

"Ok, Sir", Erin said, "time to empty your bowels. I will place a special receptacle up against your back end. Then I will pull the probe. You must hold that water in for about 10 seconds while I get the receptacle in place. Can you manage that?"

"Yes", I gasped. "Just do it quickly, Erin. Please just do it quickly."

I felt part of the table pull away from under my ass cheeks. Then something made of metal and cold touched me.

"Ok, Sir, I am pulling the probe so hold your sphincter closed after the probe is removed." Erin ordered.

I felt the probe slide out. The need to release the flood was great. I wasn't sure how long I could hold it while Erin positioned the receptacle. To my horror Erin began to walk away from the table still holding the receptacle which he had been holding under my ass.

"What are you doing Erin," I screamed. "Get that thing under my ass, I can't hold this shit, I can't".

"Just hold on for a moment, Sir.", Erin said. "I'll be right back."

The son-of-a-bitch then left the room. I went into complete panic mode. My guts were filled with god only knows how many gallons of hot water. The probe that was holding it in had been removed. Cramps were coursing through my guts in protest to this liquid intruder. I had my sphincter clamped tightly closed but it was weakening from the onslaught within and threatening to let go and blow this foul concoction all over this fucking bathroom.

"Calm down Rob", Willie's soft voice intruded on my panic. "Just relax and concentrate on holding the sphincter closed. You can do it. Block out the cramps, think of that little muscle clamping around a hard cock as it screws the shit out of your ass."

"Very funny", I replied. "Well if I let go it will be the fault of you and junior wise guy. You can both have fun cleaning up the mess."

"Well now that ain't the way it works Rob," he said sounding a little more authoritative. "If you make the mess you will have to clean it up. There is something else you will have to take into consideration. If you let go, Erin will know and when dad asks him about today he will tell him everything. You can be sure that if you blow that enema all over, dad is going to know." he paused for effect.

"Now I won't punish you, other than to make you clean it up, but if dad finds out, he WILL punish you. He will punish you regardless of any punishment I might have given and I can assure you it won't be pleasant. Remember you are dad's slave not mine. So I think it might be better if you hold on tight just a little longer."

That was all I needed to hear. Now ontop of the worry of trying to hold this in I had to worry about what hellish thing would happen to me if I didn't.

Tears were falling down my cheeks from the severe cramping and now I had begun to shake from the severe terror I was feeling. What had started out as a pleasant shave and bath had turned into a horror story.

Just when I felt I could not hold that mess inside my body one more second, Erin returned.

"Sorry I was so long, Sir." Erin said sincerely. "I had to take the Master a cup of coffee. Are you ready to drain yet?', he asked innocently.

I wanted to scream, yes you fucking fool, but thought better of it and just said, "Please".

Erin placed the receptacle up against my ass and my sphincter released at almost the same moment.

Water and god knows what all else came shooting out at tremendous force. I felt the receptacle move slightly away from my ass from the force of the goop hitting the bottom. Wave after wave of affluent shot down my shoot. The cramps ceased with the first release, bringing me instant relief.

After I had unloaded what seemed like gallons, Erin told me to close my sphincter while he changed receptacles. I closed my sphincter and Erin hurried away to the toilette to dump it.

While he was at the toilette another cramp engulfed my insides. The pressure around my sphincter began to build and it felt like it was going to let go.

"Erin hurry", I pleaded. "I can't hold it."

"Be right there, Sir", Erin said, but he didn't speed up. He just took his own sweet time rinsing the fucking pot and then drying the top.

I became almost hysterical. "Erin, hurry. Please hurry", I screamed.

"Coming Sir," he said but didn't move one iota faster.

Meanwhile the pressure was building and building. I tired to think of anything but the building pressure and concentrated on keeping that sphincter closed.

Finally Erin returned and placed the receptacle back in place and I was able to get blessed relief. It would be a long, long time before I would ever again feel kindly towards or comfortable around, Erin.

After a while the spasms died and the last of the water and shit expelled from my poor, battle weary bowel. But I was now feeling wonderful. Of course the fact that I was no longer feeling those terrible cramps may have had something to do with it.

Then I watched in horror as Erin placed another bottle on the hook and attached the hoses. He picked up the probe and brought it to my ass pucker.

"Now it's time for your rinse", he said with a smile.

"Please Erin, don't do this," I pleaded.

"Have to Sir", he said. "Can't leave any of that dirty water in there. It won't be as bad this time, I promise."

I had no choice. I knew that water was going up my ass with or without my permission. Being bound to the table I could do nothing to stop the intrusion.

The probe slipped right in and in a few seconds warm water again began to fill my bowels. Again it felt good going in. But I lay there waiting for the cramps to start. Dreading that moment.

But none came. The second bottle was hooked up and began to flow. The fear and tenseness had left and I was beginning to relax and enjoy. The second bottle was just about all in when the first cramp came, however it was not bad and I could handle it.

By the time the third bottle was in, I was getting regular cramping, but none were as severe as the first time round. I really didn't mind them all that much. Maybe they were right, could it be I was already getting used to them?

Once the bottle was empty he disconnected it. He left the probe in and went and got the receptacle. He placed it up against my ass, pulled out the probe and told me to, "let her rip cowboy".

The remark was so funny I couldn't help but start to laugh just as all that water, under high pressure, burst forth. The release felt grand and it just kept on rushing out.

At the half way point, Erin told me to close and lock my sphincter. I don't know how I managed but I did. This time he didn't leave me. He just bent over and placed the full container on the floor and picked up an empty one. As soon as it was in place he told me to open up and the rush was on again.

While I was emptying I began to think about what the hell had gone on during the first round. Erin had purposely left me to hold onto all that water. He had taken his time on purpose making me squirm in pain. This was not Erin's doing. He was a slave and never did anything without permission. Someone had put him up to this, now I wonder who that someone might be.

Well it really didn't take a lot of wondering to know and whether that laddie knew it or not he was in for a surprise. It make take a while, but you can be very sure I will get back at him. He broke my reverie by calling out.

"Ok Rob, it's back to the whirlpool for us", Willie said as he jumped down from his table.

I suddenly realized that I was empty and Erin was over by the toilette emptying the containers. Willie came over and unfastened my shackles.

"Sorry we had to restrain you, but if we hadn't you would have put up a fuss and then I would have had to order punishment.", Willie said with a smile. "Now we wouldn't want to spoil our time together with me pulling rank, now would we."

It's ok you little prick, I thought to myself with a smile. I will get you back. This was going through my mind as I followed Willie to the whirlpool.

Once settled in the whirlpool I just lay back and let the hot swirling water wash away my aches and pains. It felt wonderful after the events of the last 30 minutes or so.

"Isn't this great Rob?", Willie asked.

"Yes it is Willie", I answered with my eyes closed.

"How'd you like that enema? Just the thing to start of the day, don't ya think?"

"Willie," I said through clenched teeth, "If I never have another enema it will be too soon. I class that experience right along with that fucking cage, the dogs and the whip. Been there, done that, don't want to go back."

Willie just roared out with laughter.

"Oh poor Rob", he said with mock pity. "Believe it or not you are going to love enema's. It will get to a point where you just won't be able to start the day without one. For some guy's and I guess you are one of those, the first few times are pretty rough, but it will get better as you get used to them."

"Willie do I really have to have one everyday?", I questioned.

"Afraid so Rob. Dad insists on it. Everyone that lives in this house has an enema every morning. Sometimes, depending on whether or not we are entertaining, it may also be necessary to have one in the late afternoon."

I let the subject drop and just relaxed letting the hot water rejuvenate my body. Wasn't able to do that for very long though, Willie had slid silently over and had a hand wrapped around my cock and it was rising, again.

Once the boys had the enema mess cleaned up they joined us in the whirlpool. The next thing you know all four of us were sitting side-by-side wanking each other as the hot water swirled around our bodies.

"I want to do your boypussy, Rob", Willie whispered in my ear.

"Here in the tub?", I asked incredulously.

"Why not", he said, "can't think of a better place."

"Well ok", I replied dubiously.

"Just stand up, turn round, bend over and grab the side of the pool", he instructed.

I did as instructed and soon felt his hard rod pressing against my ass crack. I pushed up my ass to make it easier for him and felt his hand guiding his hard cock to my love hole.

Once it was there he just gave a little shove and it slid right in. It felt fantastic. He started a slow, rhythmic hump. I notice the boys get up. John went around behind Willie and I knew instantly what was about to go down.

John made his way to Willie's back end. Willie had to do all the work though. John placed just the head of his hard cock inside Willie's hole. On the back stroke Willie would impale himself on John's dick and on the foreword stroke would impale me on his.

Now Erin was ready to join this melee. He made his way behind John and as Willie started the back stroke Erin began a forward stroke. Soon John had Erin's cock sliding up his pussyhole while his own dick was forced up Willie's. I kinda got the impression that these guys had done this before. The were just too well coordinated to be beginners.

So I wouldn't feel completely left out, if that were possible with a dick stuck up my ass, Willie began to wank my dick in time with the fucking.

If ya ain't never fucked in a whirlpool or hot tube, ya just don't know what ya bin missin'. This truly was a fantastic experience. The feel of the swirling water around the loins and balls just added immeasurably to the effect. Even the sound of the swirling water splashing against naked bodies lent something to the overall erotic sensations surrounding me.

Each time Willie's dick rubbed against my prostate the sensations increased 10 fold. I had become 175 lbs of pure animal in rut. I could hear my moans of ecstasy resounding from the walls and driving me higher and higher.

My insides were on fire with an insatiable need to feel Willie's cock ramming home. He had picked up the speed of his onslaught, as had Erin. John had joined me with loud moans of pleasure filling the bathroom, echoing from the walls, sounding like an army of men in the throes of ecstasy instead of four.

The sensations passing through my prostate were greater and greater and the need to cum had reached a crescendo.

With a scream, "Oh fuck....fuck my ass Willie, fuck my ass. Drive that cock deep into me Willie. Fuck me. aaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

I emptied my load into the swirling waters of the whirlpool as Willie pumped my dick. Then I felt him unload up my ass. A shout from John told me he was unloading in Willie and finally a small shout from Erin gave way to his pumping his load into John. Willie and Erin kept pumping away until they were dry and could pump no more. They all pulled out and we all sat back down and just let the water swirl around us as we let our breathing slowly return to normal.

We all just lay there for the longest time, heads back, eyes closed. Totally and completely relaxed. When I finally opened my eyes John and Erin were locked in an embrace, mouths tightly locked together doing the tongue ballet.

I looked towards Willie, but he had his head back and eyes closed. From the gently heaving of his chest it looked like he might be asleep.

I bent over, careful not to touch any other part of his body and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. He opened his eyes and looked deep into mine. Our arms lifted at the same moment, wrapping around each other and pulling tight. Soon we had joined John and Erin in our own rendition of the tongue ballet.

When we finally broke that kiss, Willie whispered, "I think maybe it is time for a shower, how about you?"

"Yes, I think that would be nice Willie."

We climbed out of the tub and headed for the shower. Willie turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. The whirlpool had raised our body temperature quite a bit and it was almost uncomfortable. Willie adjusted the shower temp to help cool us down.

We climbed under the huge shower head together. The cool water cascading down, through our hair, onto our shoulders, down the back and front, across the ass and cock to fall to the floor or run down a leg.

Once we had cooled down sufficiently, we moved out from under the direct shower spray. Willie squeezed some liquid soap from the dispenser into his hands and began rubbing soap all over me. I followed suit and soon the two of us were playing like a couple of kids, laughing and slapping at each other. We were covered from head to toe in white soap bubbles.

He filled his hand with more soap and grabbed my pecker and began to kneed the soap in. Of course that meant that I had to do the same. In no time at all we were both sporting woodies that any sportsman would have been proud of.

Then Willie's hand was busy washing my asspussy. He rubbed and rubbed. The more he rubbed the hornier I got. Precum was now beginning to dribble from my pecker slit. My rubbing of his asspussy was achieving much the same effect.

This went on for a while before we moved back under the shower head and washed everything away, except the woodies.

Willie got down on his knees, the water from the showerhead hitting the back of his head and took my throbbing dick in his mouth. His expert mouth soon had me blowing my hot seed down his throat, mind you I only managed two spirits. My poor nuts just had not had time to build up much more than that.

As he started to stand I went down. My turn to feel a cock in my mouth and throat. I took it and worked it like I had been cock starved for half my life, which in reality was probably true. I must be learning because it didn't take very long before Willie was filling my mouth and throat with his lovely boy juice. Willie had managed to shoot much more than I was capable of. He pumped five good loads down my throat and I had to swallow quickly to keep up. I caught it all and swallowed, not loosing a single drop.

We embraced and gave each other a nice long kiss. When we parted we each grabbed a little soap and gave each others dicks one more wash. A quick rinse and we got out of the shower and grabbed a couple of big soft towels to dry down.

As we got out of the shower, John and Erin stepped in. Now that shower does not have a curtain and Willie and I watched as John and Erin pretty much followed the same routine we had.

Watching this, I suddenly felt a feeling of contentment flow through my body. It was as if I had known these 3 guys my whole life. Like we were brothers. I suddenly felt that I was home, that I belonged, a feeling I had not had in many, many years.

When we returned to the bedroom I was surprised to see Henry there.

"Good afternoon William, good afternoon Pussyboy", he said as he got up out of one of the easy chairs.

Your dad would like you and Pussyboy to join him for lunch in," he paused to look at his watch, "20 minutes. He would prefer you dress, he has a guest. Also he would like Pussyboy to wear the proper attire."

"Ok, Henry", Willie replied, "We will be there."

Henry turned and left the room.

"A guest", Willie pondered. "I wonder what is going on. We don't usually have guests for lunch. He wants you in proper attire as well, so one things for sure", he paused and looked at me. I raised my eyebrows waiting for the rest of this.

"The guest will most certainly be a Master and an important one at that."

Twenty minutes later we headed for the elevator. Willie was wearing a light coloured sports shirt, tan slacks with white loafers and socks.

I on the other hand was wearing the slaves outfit that I had worn the night before. I felt like a complete fool.

"When we get down stairs don't forget to always address me as Sir.", Willie cautioned. "Stay a couple of steps behind when we walk and when I come to a stop get down on your knees. Just follow the routine from last night and everything will be fine. If this is an important Master it will be imparative that you put on a good show."

We exited the elevator and walked down the hall. Willie stopped in front of a door and turned to me.

"Ready?", he asked.

I took a deep breath and nodded ascent.

Willie opened the door and we enter a small, for this building, but ornate dinning room. The Master was seated at the far end of the table, facing the door. His guest had his back to us and did not bother to turn around.

Willie entered and walk around the table to a spot in the centre I followed right behind never taking my eyes off of him. As soon as he sat down I got down on my knees just behind and to the left of his chair. I settled back on my heels and did not look around. I knew the penalty for moving and was not prepared to pay it.

I could just make out the guest by moving my eyes all the way to the right but could not divine his features. My suspense was alleviated almost immediately when Willie spoke.

"Why Master Jackson, what a pleasant surprise.", Willie said in a most cordial and respectful tone. "It is always so nice of you to drop by."

"Thank you William", he replied. "Guess I don't go out as much as I used to. So much to keep me busy at home and the club, just don't seem to be able to find the time."

"Bill has brought Fuckface over for us, William.", the Master said.

Fuckface, here? How come I wondered.

"That was awfully good of you Sir," William said. "We know how busy you are and we could have come for him or sent Frank."

"That's ok, William", Master Jackson replied, "I really did need to get out for a bit. I think maybe I am spending much to much time on business and not enough on me."

"Well I for one will agree with that", the Master said forcefully. "I have been after you for quite sometime now to start turning more of your duties over to some of the younger Masters."

The conversation went on pretty much like this for the remainder of the lunch. I was not invited to eat, drink or even engage in any of the conversation. It was as boring as hell and I couldn't wait for the damned thing to be over with.

When they were finally finished the Master stood up, Master Jackson and Willie did as well. I assumed that I was to stay put unless Willie moved so did just that.

The Master began to walk away from the table then stopped and quickly turned.

"Stay", he said to the back of his chair.

I thought, is he going bonkers or what. I almost giggled it looked so funny.

Willie then turned to me and said the same thing, "Stay".

Then all three of them left the room. Once they were out of sight I shifted around to see what or whom the Master had told to, "Stay". I could just make out a shoulder.

"Is that you Fuckface?" I whispered.

"Ya, be quiet before you get us both strung up for a whipping." he responded.

Now ain't this an interesting turn of events I thought to myself. All kinds of thoughts were going through my mind as I waited for Willie to return.

It must have been a good 15 minutes or so before Willie and the Master reentered the dinning room.

"Well just keep him with you for now", the Master was saying as they entered. "We will decide tonight on how we will work this."

"Yes Sir," Willie said. "Fuckface, on your feet." he ordered. "You too Pussyboy."

"Follow me." he ordered as he started out of the room.

Fuckface and I were both on our feet in a flash following Willie out of the room.

As soon as the elevator door closed Willie broke out into a fit of laughter.

"What the hell do you find so funny", I sneered.

Fuckface's face went red and I saw fear in his eyes when he heard me address Willie like that. Willie must have seen it as well.

"Relax Fuckface you are really going to have a good time for the next few hours." then he broke out laughing again.

I just shrugged my shoulders and watched.

The elevator arrived at W and we all got off and headed for Willie's room. John was there but Erin was nowhere to be seen.

"What's your real first name, Fuckface," Willie asked the bewildered slave.

"Uhhh....Edward....uhhh...Ed Sir", he stammered.

"Ed, mmmmm great name", said Willie. "Until we go back down stairs later that's what we will all call you. Can't stand the name Fuckface."

"Is that all right with you Ed?" he asked the even more bewildered Ed.

"Ah....yes..Sir", he replied.

"Good, so Ed it shall be. So Ed, this here mouthy slave is Rob and over there the quiet one is John." We all nodded but didn't shake hands.

"Did you get your full cleaning this morning Ed?" Willie asked.

"No Sir the house was pandemonium. The Master was in a foul mood for having lost me so I just had the shave sir," he replied.

"How would you like to give Ed his enema Rob?" Willie asked me.

"Me?", I asked astonished. "I don't know how to give an enema".

"Do you know how to stick a spoon into a dish of ice cream? Well it's not really much different."

Bullshit. Sticking a spoon in a dish of ice cream was as different as night and day.

"Oh come on", he said with a grin. "I'll help you. You have to learn anyway because dad is going to want you to do him one of these days."

"What", I uttered in surprise. "He is going to want me to give him an enema. Oh god I'll never be able to do it Willie."

"Stop worrying silly one. It is easy as you will soon find out."

So it was off to the bathroom the four of us went. Interesting four of us to give one young lad an enema. I wonder if it is just an enema that will be given or does Willie have other things on his mind.

John went right away to the wall where the tables had been last time. He pushed something on the wall and the lower half began to raise. Once it was up he pulled the table out. It was on wheels and rolled out quietly.

Willie and I went to the cupboard where the bottles were kept and pulled out three. After handing me the bottles he reached back in and pulled out the white bottle. I had seen John pour something form a bottle just like this into the enema bag before filling it.

"What is that?", I asked Willie.

"Well I guess I could lead you down the garden path and say that it is a magic potion, guaranteed to make you horny. But somehow don't think you would buy that.", he giggled.

"This my dear Rob is good old fashioned dishwashing detergent. Cleans grease and grime off the dirtiest dishes. And cleans out a mans shit chute making it sparkling clean.", again he broke into laughter.

"It is part of the reason you had those cramps so bad. You will get used to it rob.", he stated, giggling again.

"Soap is needed to clean the chute. We do a lot of ass fucking around here and it is important from a health stand point to be as clean as possible. I mean do you want your dong all covered in someone else's shit?"

I shook my head no.

"There a very good reason to have an enema every day."

Ed had climbed up on the table while Willie was explaining all of this to me and John was helping him get settled.

Willie watched as I filled the first bottle and he showed me how to measure just the right amount of detergent. He said about a quarter teaspoon or one short squirt from the bottle. He also said that eventually I would become expert at knowing exactly how much to use.

Once the first bottle was filled I carried it over to the table. Willie continued to fill the other bottles. When I got to the table, John showed me how to hook the bottle to the rod and then to connect the hoses.

Once the hoses were connected he had me put some lube on my index finger and slowly work around Ed's pink rose bud.

I worked my finger around for a bit to make sure his cuntlips were well lubed then pushed my finger gently up his hole. I was surprised at how loose his ring was. I was thinking that Ed must have taken a lot of cock up his ass.

Once I felt the inside was lubed enough I pulled my finger out and John handed me the knozzle or probe. It was about three quarters of an inch in diameter. Had a hole at the apex of the rounded end and a few holes along the sides.

I watched as John rubbed some lube around the probe before handing it to me.

"Just push it in gently, feel it glide in, don't force it", John instructed.

I pushed the rounded head up against Ed's hole and gently pushed it in. It slid right in, just like my finger had. In just a few seconds the entire 7 in length of the probe was deep in Ed's ass.

John then showed me the valve that would release the water and start the flow.

I asked Ed if he was ready and he replied yes. I turned the valve and the water started to flow.

It didn't take long before the bag was empty and Willie was there with a fresh one. This time they both stood back and watched as I unhooked the empty bag and hooked up the full one. I then reattached the hoses and opened the valve.

"See", said Willie with a smile. "Ya did that like ya had bin' doin' it all yer life."

Ya I did didn't I, I thought to myself. In fact I had done so well I was feeling rather proud of myself.

The third bottle was connected and it drained into Ed. As the bottles drained in I could see his stomach rise. But there was no sign of pain. Ed just lay there enjoying it. I couldn't believe that he wasn't feeling any pain. I mean this same treatment when I had it felt like it was killing me. Maybe Willie was right, eventually you get used to it and begin to like it. I gave a little shiver, thinking about the, "getting used to," part.

Once the third bottle was empty it was disconnected.

"That enema has to stay in for five or six minutes to do it's job properly," John said. "So you stick real close to Ed and have the pail ready incase he can't hold it. Sometimes even the most experienced cannot hold, and the enema will accidentally release. You have to be ready to place the container, otherwise you end up with a hell of a mess to clean up."

"Now wait a minute here", I bodly stated. "Why in hell wasn't I treated with the same courtesy this morning when Erin was doing me?"

I looked to Willie who just gave a little shrug and a big smile.

"You S.O.B Willie", I barked. "You had Erin do it on purpose because you thought I was weak and would blow it all over. Then you would have been able to taunt me while I cleaned it up. And there is another thing, how would you have made me clean it up? With my own bucket and mop?"

"Now, now Rob, don't go jumping to conclusions." he said through his smile.

"It was done for a purpose. First it was a test to see just how much stanima you really do have. Second it was done that way because sometime's the pain is really almost unbearable. You proved that you do have stanima and excellent selfcontrol and we found out that you are going to have to go through a lot of pain until your system gets used to that detergent."

"Further more, you would not have been made to clean up the mess if there had been an accident. We have a large 3inch hose for doing that. So all in all it really was a good learning experience for you, don't you think?"

"Learning experince hmmm.", I said in a mock sarcastic tone.

"Just watch yer back boy, I think I may have a learning experince all lined up for you too." I said and broke into laughter.

So for five minutes or so I kept a close eye on Ed's face and rose bud, looking for any sign that he might be about to release that horrible concoction all over me.

"Willie finally said, "I think it's time for him to release Rob."

I brought the container up and placed it against Ed's ass. As soon as it was in place I gave him a nod and he began to release, but he did it under control. It wasn't a sudden dumping like I had done. Ed had it completely under control.

When the pail was full he locked up and I changed pails. John grabbed the full one and went and dumped it. While Ed was finishing up Willie had refilled the bags with clear, warm water.

Once he was empty, I used a clean rag to wipe his ass. I lubed the probe and pushed it back in. After it was in, the valve was opened and the clear water made it's way into Ed's innards.

The clear flush went without hitch and soon Ed's enema was finished. He got up off the table and we all headed for the whirlpool. Now this is the part that I enjoy, I thought to myself. Don't see why we can't just forget the enema and go straight to the whirlpool.

"How'd you like to fuck Ed's asspussy, Rob?", Willie asked.

"Me", I blurted out. "Ah......I'd love to, but does he want me to?"

"It don't matter what he wants, Ed is a slave and knows it. He will do whatever we want.", as he said that a little of the prick I had first met showed through.

"Well since you put it that way, I would like to have a go, Willie."

"Want you to do it a little different then we did last time, Rob.", Willie announced.

"Ed will remain seated and lift his legs up and put them on your shoulders. You can kneel in front of him and take him face first. That way you guys can kiss and play with each other's nipples or whatever else turns on your nasty minds.", he gave a small snort and broke out into laughter again.

Well I got down on my knees and crawled over towards Ed. The water came up to just below the top of my shoulders. Well this should be interesting if nothing else I thought as I continued to move forward.

As I got closer Ed raised his legs up out of the water. I moved in and he rested them on my shoulders. The water along with Ed's legs was beginning to push me back towards the centre of the tub. Ed saw this right away and his arms grabbed me and pulled me back towards him.

When I was close enough our arms went around each other. I had to lower one arm down for just a second to guide my throbbing dick into Ed's hole.

It slid in with no problems and Ed and I pulled each other close as we began a slow rhythmic fuck. Our lips met and we began to explore each other's hot, eager mouths.

The water swirling around and between our bodies added another erotic dimension and we were soon locked in pure animal rut.

My cock was pounding away inside his love nest and must have been hitting his prostate rather regularly. He kept giving these involuntary gasps as I plowed in and out.

I didn't pay much attention but knew that Willie and John were doing the same thing just a few feet away. I didn't know who was doing whom, but the animal sounds were emanating from them just as loudly as they were from us.

The sensation from fucking another man face to face were just too great and I couldn't hold any longer and began to shoot up into Ed's guts. He felt me cumming and kissed me more urgently raising my pleasure even higher. Finally sated I pulled back and sat down trying to regain my breath.

I could now see that it was John doing Willie and from the looks of it John was unloading his cargo.

I closed my eyes and let myself just relax. My hand found Ed's hard dick and began to slowly wank.

"Can you give me just a moment to catch my breath, Ed," I asked.

"Then I will take care of this for you.", I said playfully yanking on his dick.

He didn't say anything, but a big smile lit up his face.

Meanwhile John and Willie were just finishing up. John had pulled off and was sitting back catching his breath.

"Rob why don't you and Ed go have your shower and .....well...whatever else should cum up.", Willie said to me, emphasizing the "cum".

"Mmmm now that sounds like a plan", I replied. "Come on Ed, I think you might like Willie's shower."

We both got up and crawled out of the tub and made our way to the shower. This time I did the adjusting of the taps and began the soap war.

Once we were all soaped up poor Ed's dick was throbbing worse than before. I got us back under the showerhead to rinse off. Then I knelt down and took the head of his seven and a half inch cut cock in my mouth.

I worked my tongue around the head stopping to lick along the slit. This did something special for him, because each time I did it he gave a little jerk and a moan escaped his lips.

I pulled off and used my hand to lift his dick up and began to lick along the underside of the head. Then back to the top of the slit and down flicking my tongue back and forth quickly as it crossed the underside.

I licked and kissed my way around over and down the shaft to the root at his hairless pub then on down to his massive balls hanging low in the sac.

I took each, one at a time into my hot mouth and suckled gently. I licked at the base of the sac and then started back up towards the shaft. Then on up the pulsing shaft to the quivering head. Taking that beautiful purple beauty into my mouth again, I started to impale my head on Ed's shaft, I kept moving forward and back. Each time taking more of the shaft deeper into my mouth and throat.

Finally I could feel his nuts slapping against my chin as I face fucked my own face on Ed's magnificent love stick. My free hands were now playing with Ed's balls and pussyhole. This brought more quivers and a loud moan from Ed.

As I sensed his mounting tension I increased the pace. Soon Ed was moaning loudly and continuously. I felt his nuts begin to vibrate, then lift in their sac. Ed was about to fill my mouth and throat with is love potion.

"Oh suck that thing", he screamed out, "Suck it hard. Oh shit man suck it".

As he screamed out a steady flow of male juice filled my mouth and throat. I couldn't believe the amount. Ed's nuts must have been full to overflowing. My mouth was full on the first shot and before I could even begin to swallow his second shot was adding more. I tried to swallow it all but it was just too much, coming just too fast.

As much of his seed was squirting out the sides of my mouth as I was managing to swallow, and still he kept on shooting. Load after load of hot juice, gushing down my throat and down my chin at the same time.

I happened to notice Willie and John approaching. They saw what was happening and were quickly down on their knees licking the overflow from my face. But still Ed kept shooting.

Willie and John were having a hell of a job trying to keep up with the overflow. I could feel the hot breath of both as they licked and sucked close to my mouth which was still being fucked by an ejaculating Ed.

However all good things must come to an end as they say, and Ed's balls finally emptied. All three of us licked up any left over and when I was sure we had it all I stood up.

"Shit man", I asked still huffing, "When was the last time you blew a load?"

"Last night on the stage", Ed replied. "Master Jackson was so pissed he had the guys keep my dick up all night but wouldn't let me cum. He said that would teach me not to try my best."

"Well your nuts sure as hell were full. We couldn't keep up with it." I said giving a little chuckle.

"Well it sure is a relief to have it released, thanks guys...ah....or...sorry..ah Sir.", he had gotten so tongue tied that he had a terrible job trying to get this out. John, Willie and I just broke out into hysterical laughter.

When we got the laughter under control Willie said, "Don't sweat it Ed, you are among friends here."

Well I washed Ed's dick again then we both rinsed good and got out of the shower. Willie and John took our place.

I got a couple of big fluffy towels and threw one to Ed. We stood there drying our selves while John gave Willie a good blow job. When Ed and I were dry we headed out into the bedroom. We climbed up onto the bed, lay back and were soon dozing.

After a bit I felt Willie and John climb up on the bed to join us. We all drifted off into the sleep of the contented.

We all must have been dead tired 'cause we slept for a good two hours. Willie was the first to awaken and he soon had us all awake. The time was going on 6pm.

"I think it is time for us to eat John," Willie said. "But I want it served in my dinning room. Set places for us all including Erin and David if they wish to join us."

"Yes Sir", John said as he scurried off the bed and out the door.

I lay there, my stomach growling. I had not had anything to eat or drink since breakfast. Well that's not entirely true, I had had lots of protein, but what I was craving was a nice steak and a hot cup of coffee.

Willie wanted us all dressed for dinner, dressed in our slave outfits that is. So without fanfare Ed and I were soon dressed in the black leather pants with the crotch missing, the leather pouch was in place holding as much of our manhood as it could. The black straps across the chest and around the waist and to finish it all off the knee high black leather boots.

Willie wore the Master's equivalent to our outfits. Very thick leather straps over the shoulder, joined by a cross strap attached by silver rings at the upper chest just above the nipples. Another strap went across the abdomen about four inches above the navel. The shoulder straps came down and attached to a three inch thick leather belt that went around the waist and was approximately two inches below the navel.

From the belt hung a set of silver handcuffs, a Billie club and a small cat'o-nine-tails.

He wore a pair of very short black leather shorts, the leg hem only about an inch or so below the crotch level. These shorts also were crotchless, so Willie wore a pouch over his family jewels.

To complete the ensemble he also wore a pair of knee high black leather boots. He was rather an erotic figure standing there in this get up. He also looked young and innocent. No one who did not know Willie would ever believe the things we did together. Remember Willie although 20 looked to be between 16 &18.

It had taken us a good half hour to get dressed. Willie now led us out of the bedroom into the foyer. We went straight across to the door on the other side. He opened the door and walked in with Ed and I right on his tail.

The room was a spectacular dinning room. The table had to be 30 ft long if it were an inch. The room was done up in rich leathers of various colours, giving the room a wonderful, manly aroma. Along each wall were serving buffets, all highly polished. The table itself was a deep rich mahogany with a French polish giving the table a glass like finish. The items on the walls and ceiling, particularly the chrystal chandelier, reflected perfectly from the mirror like surface.

The far end of the table had been set for six. A place at the head and three on the left side and two on the right. Willie ignored the table and took us to a side board and lifted a folding door. Behind which were bottles of liquor.

"What would you fancy for a before dinner drink", he asked us.

"I wouldn't mind a rye and coke", I said.

"That sounds good for me too", chimed in Ed.

Willie poured and mixed the drinks. Once they were mixed he passed one to each of us. He had followed suit and we were all drinking the same thing.

As we stood there drinking I decided to take a bold step and ask a question that had been burning at me since finding out that Ed was here.

"Willie if it is not out of place for me to ask, how come Ed is here?"

"Ah, poor Rob", he said. "Do you not remember the rules of the contest from last night? Whomever catches the pouch of the 2nd place gets $5,000. in cash from the slaves owner as well as the slave for a period of 6 months."

"You mean you caught his pouch as well", I stated stupidly.

"No, no silly boy", he replied with a smile. "Dad did. Ed belongs to dad for the next six months. Master Jackson was kind enough to deliver Ed to us. It is normal practice for the winner to go pickup the slave. But I have a feeling Master Jackson was not very happy about loosing Ed. I think perhaps Ed is one of his better slaves. What do you say Ed."

"Well I do know he was very upset." Ed spoke quietly. "I thought sure he was going to whip my ass off when we got home. Instead he gave me over to Pat and Lou and told them to keep me hot all night long. That I was not to cum."

"I thought so", Willie commented. "He did not seem to be a happy man this afternoon."

"Well if he didn't want to loose Ed, why in hell did he put him in that fucking contest?" I asked puzzled.

"He didn't have any choice Rob." Willie patiently explained. "All Master's must enter their new slaves in the next, Dance of the Slave's, that is held after the slave is taken on. Just as dad had no choice with you. He was really afraid he was going to loose you before he had even begun your training. But you surprised him and everyone else for that matter."

I blushed a little at that, but felt wonderful inside.

"So Ed gets to stay here for six months and then goes back to Master Jackson?" I said more of a statement then a question.

"Well not necessarily. There is something else that wasn't said last night. The club rules state that if at the end of the 6 months dad decides he wants to keep Ed, he may purchase Ed from Master Jackson."

"Now it does get a bit ticklish because there are all manner of little rules that apply. For example, Master Jackson can set a price. However if dad considers the price to outlandish he may appeal to the Master's council. The council will take into consideration how much training the slave had before being turned over, how much has taken place since, the age of the slave, the slaves health and all kinds of other little things. They will then set a value and that value is binding on both parties if the sale takes place. The decision of the council is final."

"But there is also a rule that allows the slave to have a say in his sale. You see a slave indentures himself to a specific Master, vowing to serve that Master. Although the Master owns the slave he does not have the right to buy and sell the slave willy nilly."

"If the slave disagrees with the sale, it cannot proceed. Now this may all sound a bit complicated to you Rob, it's not really. When a slave is taken on by a Master he signs a contract. That contract was worked out before hand by both the potential slave and the prospective Master. The rights of both parties are specified very carefully. Very strict limits are placed on what a Master may or may not do with and/or to his slave. The contract also includes the safe words as well as the provisions for breaking the contract."

"So you see it really would be impossible for a Master to sell a slave without the slave's consent. Still slaves do get sold for various reasons. For instance if a Master becomes ill and unable to look after his slave. The slave does not want to go back to a normal life and so will agree to a sale if a suitable Master can be found."

"That's a lot of info to have to take in all at once so lets stop there for now. But I think you have a better under standing of how it all works."

"Mmmm", I said. "There does seem to be one fly in the ointment though."

"And that would be?", he asked.

"I did not sign a contract. I did not negotiate any terms. Your dad more or less kidnapped me from the mall parking lot."

Willie broke into gales of laughter.

"Ya I guess he did, Rob, and aren't you glad he did? Just think of all the fun you would have missed if he hadn't."

I looked at him with a kind of stunned look on my face, mainly because I was stunned. Everything he said was true. I would have missed all this and I don't think I would have wanted to. Yes I was beginning to enjoy my new life very much, very much indeed.

Just at that moment, John, Erin and David entered the room carrying huge trays. The trays were place on the side board buffets. The huge domed lids were removed and wonderful smells began to fill the air.

Huge plates of cooked meats and bowls of cooked and uncooked vegetables began to be placed on the table.

Once everything had been moved from the trays to the table, we all sat down. Bottles of wine had already been opened and were on the table breathing. Willie lifted one and filled his glass, passing the bottle to me on his right. I filled my glass and passed the bottle on. It made its way all around the table.

Willie lifted his glass.

"A toast. To good friends, good food and great fucking."

"We all clinked glasses and shouted a hearty, "Hear, hear."

I took a sip and set the glass down.

For the next hour we indulged our stomachs. The food was magnificent and the company the greatest I had ever had.

Just before we were ready to adjourn back to the bedroom, the dinning room door opened and the Master followed by Henry, entered.

A hush fell over the room.

"Why dad," Willie said enthusiastically while getting up from the table and heading towards his father.

"Thank you for coming. Will you and Henry join us for a drink?" he asked.

"Mmmm", the Master hummed. "Why not I'm paying for it aren't I." A big smile appeared on his face as he and Henry joined the table.

Another round of wine was quickly passed around and we all toasted the Master, his slaves, his.......well you get the point.

When we could not think of anything else to toast the Master decided to change the subject.

"Well I suppose William you have been spoiling the slaves as usual. Why I'll even bet Pussyboy here is calling you Willie again."

Stupid me I gave myself away by choking on a sip of wine that was half way down my throat when the Master made that remark.

"Guess I will have to deal with you later Pussyboy", he said locking those deep dark eyes on me.

I began to shake slightly thinking oh shit am I in trouble now.

"And how is our newest member, ah...mmmm Fuckface isn't it, how are you making out boy?"

"Ah fine Master Scott Sir, just fine Sir." he stammered.

"That's good Fuckface, always like my new slaves to settle right in and feel at home."

He drained the rest of his drink, nodded to Henry and the two of them stood up. Out of courtesy and respect we all stood. Something we had failed to do when he entered and I wondered if he would be after us all for that little misdemeanor.

"Well William my son we are off. Thank you for the wine and make sure you have the slaves downstairs in the dungeon for 11pm sharp. It is just about time to end the party." He gave a big smile and headed for the door, Henry hot on his tail.

When the door closed everyone gave a big sigh of relief.

Seeing the worried look on mine and Ed's face Willie said, "Don't worry guy's dads bark is always worse than his bite."

That may be, but I was still not looking forward to that bite. I had been bitten by it before and it was not a lot of fun.

Well we all drained our glasses and got up with Willie and headed back to the bedroom.

Willie took a run and leaped up onto the bed.

"Come on lets have some fun before everyone has to go. Hey Rob, how about doing the selfsuck thing for us. None of these guy have seen what won that contest for you."

"Ah Willie I don't know that I want to do that again in front of people." I hedged.

"Oh yes you do", he said. "You just don't know it." then he broke out into laughter.

"Why don't you get up on the sofa. Do you need one of the guys to help hold you up?"

"No Willie I don't."

I could see I was not going to win this argument so I just gave in.

"Ok I'll do it, but please don't ever ask me to do it again. It is very embarrassing."

I made my way over to the sofa and ripped off my pouch as I went. I went around behind the sofa and faced away from them, my ass resting on the top of the back rest of the sofa. I wrapped my hand around my dick and started to wank.

It didn't take long before it rose up in all it's glory. I then leaned back and let myself fall onto the sofa. My shoulders came down to the seat, my back rested against the back taking up some of my weight and helping me to balance myself.

My dong which was now bouncing hung just above my face as I slowly brought my legs down to touch the front edge of the sofa. As I did this my cock reached my mouth and I began to lick and suck. Then to the amazement of the other slaves I did what they all had thought impossible. I deep throated my own cock.

I could hear the gasps of amazement and the shouted encouragement's.

"Go Rob."

"Suck that meat."

"Fuck your face."

I picked up the pace and was soon fucking my face at a fever pitch. The feeling of my own cock sliding in and out of my throat felt unbelievably good. I could no longer hear the guys, I was locked in a small world of my own that consisted only of my mouth, my throat and my cock.

When I finally came I filled my mouth and throat with five decent sized squirts. I love the taste of my own cum and missed not a drop. When it finally quit squirting I licked it clean and let myself drop over and then stood upright.

The guys went crazy with their applause and cheers. I made my way over to the bed and jumped up to join them.

"Well guys after that little show I think we are all ready to get our nuts off. What will it be a circle jerk or a round robin fuck?" Willie asked.

By now you must know the only one stupid enough to ask a stupid question is me. So I asked it.

"What the fuck is a round robin fuck?"

"Well dear Rob", Willie said sweetly. "A round robin fuck is where I fuck you, while you fuck Ed, while he fucks John, while he fucks Erin, while he fucks David, while he fucks me. Does that answer you question?", he smirked.

"Perfectly my dear Willie." I answered bowing my head and giving a royal sweep with my hand.

"So what will it be gents. I vote for the round robin", he said.

Well as if you didn't know, the round robin won 6 - 0. We all took our positions. I wondered how in the hell this was going to work. Well for all of you that have never done this before here is how we accomplished it to everyone's satisfaction.

Willie was doing my ass, I was doing Ed, Ed was doing John, John was doing Erin, Erin was doing David, David was doing Willie. John, David and I had to stand perfectly still. Willie humped my ass and took David's up his on the out stroke. Ed humped John and took mine up his on the out stroke. Erin humped David and took John's on the out stroke.

There we were in a circle three guys humping away and all of us having one hell of a good time.

After a while Willie called for a change. John, David and I took over the humping while Willie, Ed and Erin kept still. The most difficult part was trying to stay in rhythm with everyone else. As the tension within our bodies increased so to did the rhythm.

We were banging away on each other like a steam engine at full throttle. As we all got closer to the magic moment everyone was moving and twisting around trying to increase the erotic sensations engulfing our bodies.

I am not positive but I believe it was David that started to spew his load first. There was a loud moaned and yell of, "Oh Fuck", and it sounded like David's voice. It was quickly followed by moan's, groan's and expletives of a sexual nature as we all started to dump our load into the guy in front.

When our cocks ran dry we were all down on our knees licking the dripping boy juice as it dribbled from the little rose bud hole we had just fucked.

When our ministrations were completed Willie suggested we all retire to the whirlpool. I did not hear one objection to that offer, so off we went.

We soaked in that whirlpool for about an hour then all six of us were under that shower, soaping each other, being big kids and having fun.

Once dried it was back to the bedroom to get dressed. Willie in his Master's outfit, the rest of us in the standard slave garb.

My wonderful 24hrs with Willie was drawing to an end. I looked back on all that had happened and realized that it was the most fantastic time I have ever had in my entire life. Within the next 30 minutes we would be downstairs, in the dungeon, the Master was waiting.

To be continued.