"Come on Pussyboy," John ordered. "Time to get up. The Master will be here in about an hour he wants you ready. So up you get."

I turned over again, sat up and wiped the sleep from my eyes. John came over to the bed and unlocked the chain from around my neck. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. As I was doing that my pecker began to rise. It didn't get very far before I felt a sharp pain and it quickly receded.

That pain reminded me that I was locked in a chastity belt. Then of course my balls picked that exact moment to start aching. A sharp radiating pain which seemed to start right in the centre of each nut and radiate outward. Up the vas deferens to the seminal vesicle and from there through my entire groin. It was not a debilitating pain, but it was enough to let you know in no uncertain terms that it was there.

So with this terrible case of blue balls I followed John into the bathroom. The first thing I did was head for the toilet. The chastity belt placed another restriction on me besides erections. I now had to sit to pee. I sat down, emptied my bladder and tried for a dump. However I usually had to have breakfast before I could achieve a bowel movement and this morning was no different.

By the time I got up from the toilet John had the table out and all set up for my enema. Well I guess I wouldn't have to worry about a bowel movement today. That fucking enema was going to take care of that. I briefly wondered if I would ever get to enjoy a good, natural shit again.

Knowing it would do me no good to put it off, I walked over to the table and got up. I placed my feet into the stirrups and waited for John to strap me down. To my surprise he didn't. Instead he started lubing my hole right away. This was the best part of the whole procedure. The feeling of John's soft fingers rubbing gently against my back door.

He added more lube to his finger and then pushed it up into my love hole. He worked it around making sure it was well lubed.

"Are you ready, Pussyboy," he asked.

"As ready as I am ever going to get John," I replied.

The probe went in quickly with no problems what-so-ever. As soon as it was fully inserted John started the water flow.

I was well into the third bag before the cramps started. They were severe but nowhere near as bad as they had been yesterday. John stayed by my side the whole time gently rubbing my slowly rising stomach. Once the last of bottle three was in he lifted what looked like a watch and pushed a button on it.

"Five minutes more Pussyboy and we can start letting it out. Just hold on."

I lay back trying not to let the cramps get to me. John kept up a slow gently rub of my stomach which did seem to help.

Finally a little buzzer sounded and John bent over to pick up the container into which I would dump this load from my chute.

"Hold tight for a minute gonna pull the probe.", he cautioned.

I squeezed my sphincter as tight as I could. The probe felt very erotic coming out and I could feel my dick start to rise again. The cold rim of the container touched against my ass.

"Ok Pussyboy, let it go."

I released my sphincter and dumped the crud.

The clean rinse went with out a hitch, there were barely any cramping at all. From the enema table it was into the whirlpool for 15 minutes. John joined me and we just sat there enjoying the water and each other's company but not saying a word. I had a sneaky suspicion that there might be a hidden mic in the room. I also knew that speaking without permission was an offense that brought punishment.

At the end of 15 minutes a little buzzer announced the time and we got out and headed for the shower. We soaped each other up real good then rinsed. My cock tried to get hard at least a dozen times during that shower. Each time a stab of pain would deflate it again.

We toweled down good and John had me return to the table. I lay face down with my legs slightly spread. He took some wonderful smelling oil and began to give me a heavenly massage. The oil caused a slight tingling in the pours of my skin and just generally made me feel fantastic.

When he had completely done my back he had me turn over and did my front as well. Once that was complete it was back to the bedroom where he helped me get dressed. Of course the only thing to wear was that stupid looking slaves outfit. I don't know, some people may have found it erotic or something, I just thought it was stupid.

Once I was dressed John told me to go to the end of the bed, get on my knees and stay there until the Master arrived. Having learned my lessons about obedience I did exactly as John instructed.

I thought the Master would arrive any minute. Was that a wrong assumption. I swear it must have been two or three hours before he finally entered the room.

By that time all the vim, all the vigor, all the joy of the new day had left me. I was one big ache from neck to my toes. It had been so long since I had moved I wondered if I would be able to when he finally arrived. I was also very hungry, my stomach was growling like mad and I had to pee again.

"Did you sleep well Pussyboy?", he asked with out another preliminary.

"Yes Sir.", I replied.

"Would you like to go on another outing?"

"If it would please you for me to go on another outing I would be very happy to go, Master.", I had learned my lesson.

However I had just told him one whopper of a lie. I didn't want to go on any fucking outing. I still remember what happened on the last one.

"Good, good," he said with a smile. John will be back to look after you shortly and get you ready.

He then walked up to me and said, "I think I would like to feel you lips around my dick Pussyboy."

Without even thinking about it my hands reached right away to remove his pouch. Oh, sorry folks forgot to tell you he was still wearing that formal Master's outfit that he wore last night.

Anyway I removed his pouch. The Master's cock was huge, even flaccid. It had to be 7 or 8 inches of uncut glory, just waiting to be brought to life. I leaned forward, stuck out my tongue and licked up it like you would with a Popsicle. He gave a little shudder the moment my tongue touched it. His dick must have liked it too because it immediately began to rise.

I then went to work in earnest, licking and kissing all along the shaft down to his thick hairy pubs. The scent of male musk was almost overpowering. I took in great lungfuls as I licked and kissed around the root and down the scrotal sac. I picked up his heavy balls in my hand and gave them a good tongue wash. I tried to get one in my mouth but they were just too big. If I had forced the issue it would have caused him pain and there was noway I wanted to do that.

He had been letting out soft moans so I knew I was pleasing him. I lifted his heavy balls up and licked under and behind. I would have tried for his glory hole however it was just too awkward from my position to do that.

As I made my way back to his massive cock I saw a small drop of precum glisten at the slit. I went right for it. My tongue licked it off and I savoured the taste. I started licking the head, particularly the part at the bottom, below the slit. He made loud moaning sounds each time my tongue flicked against this most sensitive part of the cock.

It was time to shit or get off the pot. His cock was about 2 inches in diameter and I wasn't sure I would be able to take it down my throat. While the boys had big cocks, none of them had a cock as thick as this one.

I opened wide and forced that big purple head into the warm cavity of my mouth. As it entered I swished my tongue back and forth across it. I sucked on it, I licked it as I sucked and then slowly started taking more of it in.

It was a long slow process getting that cock down into my throat, but I am proud to say I managed. By the time the Master was able to face fuck me he was moaning in pure ecstasy. His strokes became strong and faster. He was getting close. I brought my hand up to massage his balls and rub his ass. This helped to bring him to the top of mount Olympus.

He was deep in my throat when the first squirt came. As he pulled out the second one filled my mouth. The Master's juice was very hot, sweet but with just a bit of tartness. I swallowed as fast as I could before that massive dick went back down my throat.

He squirted another load down there and another when the head was back in my mouth. Altogether he let off 6 loads, three deep in my throat and three in my mouth. I am also proud to say that I never lost a single drop. I caught and swallowed it all.

When he finally stopped shooting I licked his dick as clean as I could. Paying particular attention to the dribbles of juice still in the urethra. I did my best to work it all out and lick it up. Finally there was nothing left and his dick went flaccid.

"I must admit Pussyboy that you are learning your lessons very well. John will be in shortly to get you ready for our outing later."

That was it. He turned and left the room. Part of me was elated by his words, "learning your lessons very well", while another part of me felt let down because he didn't say good bye.

My nuts were aching worse then ever. As I sucked his dick my own cock kept trying to rise and it was now actually sore from being squeezed so much.

True to his word, the Master sent John right in.

"I guess you must be hungry Pussyboy," he stated.

"Ya I am John, but I need a pee worse."

"Well go ahead, you may use the toilet."

I went to get up and that's when I ran into just a tiny little problem. I couldn't get up. I had been sitting like this for so long my legs had become numb. I couldn't feel them at all.

"Ah John," I called in a bit of a panic.

"I can't move John, I can't move. My legs are dead. Oh gees, my legs are dead.

John came right over.

"No they are not dead, Pussyboy," he said as if talking to a child.

"You kept them too tight and cut off the blood flow. I am going to have to spend some time rubbing them in order to get the circulation going again. I think we are going to have to give you some lessons on how to remain in position for long periods. This can be quite dangerous cutting off the blood flow like that."

As he talked he had lifted me up under the arm pits and lay me face down on the floor. He was busy rubbing away at my legs and slowly I began to feel his hands through the numbness.

It took about five minutes of hard rubbing to get the circulation going again. I stood up on wobbly legs and staggered to the toilet where my bladder was only too happy to let go.

"When you are finished on the toilet, jump in the whirlpool.", John called from the other room.

"The hot swirling water will fix you legs up pronto."

"Right." I called back.

I really didn't need much urging. I loved that whirlpool and wondered how I had ever got through my life so far without one. I climbed into the hot water and sat down. My head went back and I closed my eyes. It just felt so wonderful, that hot water swirling all over my aching body.

"Come on sleepy head," John called breaking through my revere.

"You are going to be a shriveled up prune. Do you know you have been in there for more than thirty minutes? Your body temperature is probably way up beyond what it should be."

"Get your ass out and under a cool shower."

Damn I didn't want to get out, sure it was warm, but oh it felt so good. I got up and climbed out. The air in the bathroom was actually cold after all that time in the whirlpool I adjusted the water temperature and climbed under the spray.

After I figured I had cooled down enough I quickly soaped up, rinsed off an got out. I grabbed another big, soft fluffy towel and dried down. When I was dry I headed back to the other room.

John was sitting at a table that he had set, waiting for me to return.

"Time for your breakfast," he said.

I sat in the other chair that had been provide while John got up and went over to a hutch and brought back a plate with a big silver dome on it. He placed the plate in front of me and removed the dome.

The plate contained a full breakfast, eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, homefries and toast. A set of napkin wrapped utensils was already on the table. I set to work demolishing this while John went over and brought cups and a big pot of hot coffee.

After breakfast John helped me get dressed for my outing. It was pretty much the same as the normal slaves outfit however there were some differences. Instead of straps across my shoulders and chest, he helped me get into a skin tight leather vest. It was black, but made of a very soft leather. Possibly deer hide. It was a strange vest because it fastened up the back instead of the front and it covered right up to the neck.

There were two holes in front that permitted my nipples to show through. Oh shit I thought he was going to take me out looking like this. If the slaves outfit made me look like a male whore I could just imagine what this would make me look like.

The other change was a loin cloth that hung down in front of the pouch. It also was made of that very soft hide.

"Do you know where the Master is taking me on this outing?", I asked John.

"Pussyboy, where you are going is the Master's business. Not yours or mine. You had best be very careful about asking questions which are really none of your business.", John admonished me.

"In other words I should just learn to keep my big mouth shut. Thank you John. Sorry if I put you in an awkward position."

"That's ok Pussyboy, you still are not that familiar with the rules. However here is one more. The Master has not given us permission to talk about anything but getting you ready to go out. Therefore you should not discuss anything but that."

"Right." I said and shut up.

Once I was dressed we went back to the table, sat and drank the remains of the coffee. I soon had to go pee again so went and got it out of the way.

I don't imagine it was more than half an hour later that Henry came to get me. He fastened a gold chain around my neck and led me out and up to the front door of the mansion.

The Master and William were standing there talking. Both the Master and William were wearing casual, light summer clothes. I hadn't realized it when he came to get me, my mind must have been on other things, but so was Henry.

Before we reached the Master, Henry turned to me.

"Remember the drill from the other night. You stay behind whomever is holding your chain. When they stop you go down on your knees and stay there until they move.", he whispered.

I nodded ascent and we continued forward. When we caught up to them Henry stopped. I immediately went down on my knees. Henry handed the Master my chain.

"So we will be back at six William, make sure David and John know that I want dinner to start precisely at 7."

"Right, have fun.", William answered.

Henry opened the door and the Master started out. I jumped up to my feet and followed. Outside the door was the limo. Frank the driver, had the back door open. Henry got in first and the Master indicated that I was to follow. I climbed in and went to sit on the seat.

"Kneel, on the floor Pussyboy.", Henry hissed.

I made a quick double take and went down on my knees on the floor. The Master climbed in and Frank closed the door. The Master sat back in his seat and completely ignored me.

The car started up and headed out the long driveway. The Master and Henry began to have a long conversation about some business deal the Master was into. I tried to ignore them and concentrate on trying to keep my balance.

Have you ever tried to stay upright on your knees in a car. Let me tell you it is not the easiest thing in the world to do. In fact is darn near impossible. I was being thrown all over the fucking place.

But something the Master said caught my immediate attention. He was now taking about a sizable investment in a company that I had been investigating as part of my job. They were not exactly a legitimate operation. I didn't know if the Master was aware of that and thought maybe I should let him know.

The problem was, I had not been given permission to speak. As the Master continued to talk it became abundantly clear that he did not know about this company. I decided it was worth a punishment if I could keep the Master from getting burned.

But I also wanted to minimize any punishment that might come my way. Now I knew full well that I definitely could not speak to the Master without permission. However, I had always been permitted to speak to Henry. So I decided to take the risk.

"Henry, sir," I said softly.

"I have something urgent that must be passed on to the Master, may I speak?"

I did not look at the Master when I said this, hell I didn't look at Henry either, I was too fucking busy trying to keep my balance.

I guess the Master must have given Henry a nod.

"This had better be very urgent Pussyboy or you are in one big heap of trouble. Go ahead and tell us what is so urgent."

"It is IconSoftware Services Sir, they are not an honest company. Oh their books look good, but the whole thing is managed in the background, by Hugh Gordon. I am sure you are aware of his reputation. If you invest in Icon you will loose everything. I was just about finished filing my report on them for the security people at my company when I came to serve you, Sir. I am sorry for interrupting but thought you should know."

I still couldn't look either of them in the eye as I bounced around.

"We will discuss this when we get back from our little outing. If you are right Pussyboy, then you will get a reward. If you are wrong.....well you know what will happen."

I shuddered a little then fell over. Damn I wish Frank would drive a little more steady. I picked myself up off the floor and went back to the balancing act.

We pulled into the parking lot at Rainbow Beach. For those of you not familiar with Rainbow Beach it belongs to Gays. I had never been there but had read quite a bit about it. According to all the print material, one could find any kind of gay sex ones little heart desired at Rainbow Beach.

"Turn around so your back is to me, Pussyboy," Henry commanded.

I obeyed and Henry reached over my head holding a weird looking piece of rubber in his hand.

"Open your mouth." he ordered.

I obliged and opened up. The black rubber thing looked like an miniature cock. He brought it forward and it fit right into my mouth it had a shield around the root end and once Henry had it in and fastened around the back and top of my head it made a very effective gag.

However it turned out to be a little bit more diabolical then that. Henry had me turn around again. He took a little bulb with a hose and attached it to the front of my gag. He then pumped the little ball and the fucking cock in my mouth began to expand.

Henry kept pumping until my mouth was jam packed full with that fucking rubber cock. My jaws had started to separate but the leather strap under my chin that went up and over my head became tight. A very effective gag indeed, not to mention down right uncomfortable.

"Arms behind you Pussyboy."

Again I obeyed and he quickly fastened a pair of handcuffs to my wrists. Satisfied that I looked a complete fool the Master pushed a button and Frank opened the door and we all got out.

The Master did not move right away so I got down on my knees. I knelt there in the bright sunshine in that ridiculous outfit feeling like a complete and utter fool. Passers by took notice and started making cat calls and wolf whistles. I wanted to scream, but that of course was impossible, even had I dared to try.

Henry gave Frank some instructions and soon the Master started forward, heading towards the beach. I jumped up and followed. Unless you have ever been bound, gagged, dressed in a ridiculous outfit and led around in public on a golden chain you can not know how completely humiliating it is.

I kept hearing comments such as;

"Pretty bitch".

"Whoohoo, lamb chops.'

"Love that ass."

And on and on. I guess you must have some idea of what was said, you could probably think up a few of your own.

Even worse were the bold ones that walked right up and started rubbing my ass. One was so fucking bold he tried to rub my cock and if I could have would have laughed out loud from the look on his face when he felt my chastity belt.

I must have endured all these insults for more than a mile as we strolled slowly along. How much fucking farther was he going to go. Did we have to walk all the way back when we got to wherever the hell he was going?

Finally we came to a huge establishment that looked like a restaurant and bar. It was simply called, "The Sea".

The Master walked up onto the huge porch that surrounded the place and headed for a table with a huge sun umbrella. The place was packed, but here was this one table, with a good view of the ocean, the beach and the strollers, empty and waiting just for him.

He and Henry sat down. I went behind him and to the right and went down on my knees. Would have rather been in a chair, but any chance to rest for a few minutes was better than nothing.

The waiter was there instantly, falling all over himself to please the Master. It was obvious the Master pulled weight around here. He and Henry ordered cold drinks. I guess they didn't order anything for me because how the hell could a gagged slave drink anyway.

A few moments later, an Adonis joined us. The man was beautiful. He was built right in all the right places. His skin was golden from being in the sun constantly. He like the Master and Henry was dressed in light casual clothing. He looked so cool and self-assured. While all I could feel was hot and self-conscious.

I mean lets face it the other patrons and passers by couldn't help but see the fool in the ridiculous out fit kneeling behind a good looking man, while that man had a nice, cool, refreshing drink.

It turned out that Adonis was the manager of the establishment. After the pleasantries had been attended too. The Master had a request.

"Bill put the Pussyboy in a lockup for a while. He has been getting much to much sun and needs to cool off before we continue his outing."

"Your wish is my command Master Scott," he said.

He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Another big man that could also be mistaken for Adonis appeared as if by magic.

"Put the slave in number 3 and make sure he gets lots of juice.", Bill ordered.

The guy answered," yes Sir. He took my chain from Master Scott and started into the restaurant. I jumped to my feet and followed.

He led me through the restaurant and out back. We walked down a lane which seemed to be right behind all the stores that faced the boardwalk. Finally we came to a big wooden door. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door. He motioned me in and then shut and locked the door.

We were in a hallway and it was cool. He went down the hall, opened a door that led off to the right. It was another hall, but the left side was one long row of doors. They were all numbered. He opened number 3. It was almost like a cupboard except there was a large hole on the back wall. He twisted something on the front of my gag and the air whistled out. Once it stopped whistling he removed the gag.

He then made me get down on my knees and crawl into the cupboard. The hole was even with my mouth. I suddenly had an awful feeling about what kind of juice I was going to get. My hands were still cuffed behind my back.

He reached around me and picked up a strap that was attached to the wall. He pulled it around me and fastened it to the other side. He then cinched it tight so it pulled me up snug to the wall and my mouth was right at the hole. It would be almost impossible to pull my head away.

However, these guy were not going to rely on, "almost". They wanted a sure thing. I hadn't noticed it when I crawled in but right above my head was a box contraption. He pulled it down and it fit tight around my head. I could not move my head at all now. I was going to have to take whatever came through that hole.

Behind me I could hear him close and lock the door. I could not see into the room that my mouth faced. In fact I could not see anything. Just a small amount of light filtered up past my cheeks.

I didn't have long to wait. I felt what was definitely the head of a cock push up against my lips. I refused to open my mouth. Fuck them I was not going to suck cocks I couldn't even see. Well that's what I thought. Remember the two holes for my nipples. Well my body was pulled up tight against the wall and there must have been electrical plates there, a positive and a negative. Each nipple had a different pole.

I suddenly felt a jolt of electricity burn into my nipples. I let out a scream.

"Open your fucking mouth slut unless ya want another jolt.", The voice came loud and clear through the wall.

Needless to say I opened my mouth.

For the next few hours I sucked cock after cock after cock. I figured I had at least a gallon of cum in my stomach. And still another cock pushed up against my lips.

My mouth was sore, my lips were sore and my throat was sore. My head was aching from being held so ridged. My back, legs and knees were also aching. I wanted out of this so bad I was willing to do just about anything. But still another cock replaced the one that just left.

I had been keeping a kind of count and figured that I had done 30 cocks so far. Right after the 30 th pulled away I waited a few seconds and opened my mouth to take number 31, but it didn't arrive. I found that disconcerting because all the others seemed to be timed so perfectly. I closed my mouth and waited for the cock to push against my lips, but again it didn't come.

It must have been another 15 or 20 minutes before that big lug came back and removed the straps that held me. It was a real chore trying to back out of that little cupboard. Every muscle in my body ached.

Once I was out he fastened the gold chain to my collar, closed the cell door and headed down the hallway. I got up on my feet but my legs hurt like hell. I limped along behind him in pain. That didn't stop him though. We went out the back door, along that alley and back into the restaurant. Through the restaurant where a whole new group of patrons got a look at the moron in the stupid outfit.

This time instead of leading me outside he led me into the dinning room. The Master, Henry and Bill were seated at a table by the big window facing the ocean. He led me over and handed the chain to the Master. I went behind the Master and got down on my knees.

One small miracle anyway, they had not put the fucking gag back on. I just hoped they wouldn't.

The three of them were eating what looked like some sort of sweet cake and drinking coffee. I wasn't offered anything, mainly I think because they were trying to pretend that I wasn't even there.

The talk went on for what seemed forever. My throat was really dry and I needed a drink really bad. I think maybe there is acid in cum. Not enough to do damage in small amounts but if you take as much as I had it builds up and starts burning the mucus membranes. I know mine were burning and very, very sore. I would be willing to bet that it was going to be very difficult for me to speak for the next few days.

Finally they all stood up and the Master shook hands with Bill. Then they started to move out. I jumped up and took up a position behind the Master. The Master didn't receive a bill for the food and coffee so I assumed Bill the manager would look after it.

We left the restaurant but did not head back the way we came. The Master turned in the opposite direction. We only walked a short distance until we came to another boardwalk that headed inland. The Master turned and headed up this walk.

After a short distance we came to a parking lot and there was the limo. Frank saw us coming, he got out quickly and opened the door.

Again Henry got in first, then the slave and then the Master. They both settled back in the nice, soft comfortable seats. The slave on the other hand knelt on the fucking floor and waited for the fucking driver to try and throw me through the fucking side of the fucking car. Oh, am I being a bit spitful here? Guess I had better be careful or I am liable to find my self strung up getting my ass whipped.

The drive home was not as bad as the drive down. Frank seemed to take it a lot easier. Not so much of the weaving in and out of traffic. The car seemed to ride straighter and smoother. I did not have anywhere near the same amount of trouble keeping my balance.

We pulled up to the mansion at almost exactly six o'clock. I know because there was a clock in the back of the limo and I just happened to be facing it. Once the car came to a stop Frank opened the door and the Master got out but he didn't take the chain.

Now what the fuck was I supposed to do? My orders were for whoever held the chain.

My dilemma was fixed almost at the same time I had the thought. Henry reached over and unfastened the chain from my collar.

"You did ok Pussyboy. You can get out now." he said.

I climbed out of the vehicle and waited for Henry. The Master was already up on the porch and heading for the open door. Henry got out and we followed. At the door the Master had stopped and was talking to John.

We entered the mansion and John told me to follow him. Man, so many damned people giving orders around here and it seemed only one to take them. I followed John down the hall. We passed William's elevator and went to a set of doors just past it.

John opened the door and we went in. This too was an elevator. John pushed the number 3 button and the elevator rose swiftly and quietly. The door opened and we were in another corridor similar to the one on the main floor.

John turned right as we got off and started down the hall. At the fifth door on the right he stopped. He opened the door and we entered. It was a small apartment. At least that's what it looked like.

"This is your new home Pussyboy. You have a small kitchen, a living/dining room, a bed room and a private bathroom. It is your responsibility to keep it clean. The Master inspects slaves quarters periodically and they must be spotless when he does. You will never know when he will inspect or even if he has inspected unless he finds something wrong."

"The Master has invited all the slaves to have diner with him tonight in the main dining room. This is a rare honour Pussyboy."

"For this event you will not be wearing slave clothing. In the cupboard in your bedroom you will find all manner of normal attire. For tonight wear the tuxedo. If you have trouble trying to figure out how to put it on push the button by your bed and I will come to help you."

"I would suggest you get yourself into the bathroom and have a really good clean up. It is imperative that you make a good impression on the Master tonight"

I was overwhelmed by the apartment. Although it was small by the standards of some of other rooms I had seen in the mansion it was huge compared to my little one room.

"Thanks John," I said. "This is really my own apartment?"

"Yes, I know it is hard to believe after what you have had here so far. But ya it is yours, as long as you don't fuck up too badly you will get to spend most nights here."

"Well I gotta go get ready as well so get to it boy."

With that he turned and left me alone. I couldn't believe it. It was fantastic. I went into the bedroom and stripped off the stupid outfit. Naked I headed for the bathroom. I almost fell flat on my face. The bathroom was as big as William's and the one I had used down stairs. It had all the same equipment. The whirlpool, the shower, the sauna. Shit I couldn't believe my luck.

I jumped into the shower and set the temp for as hot as I could stand. I had a lot of shit to wash away. I must have spent a good twenty minutes or more scrubbing the feeling of that cocksucking cubicle off of me. I hadn't been able to always keep all that cum in my mouth and it had dribbled and flowed down under the vest and coated my chest.

Once I was satisfied I was clean I toweled down. Then it was a tooth brush I wanted real bad. In the medicine cabinet over the sink I found everything I needed and spent a good ten minutes cleaning all traces of the afternoon from my mouth.

Then it was back to the bedroom. I had never worn a tux before and really was not sure how it all went together. I pulled it out and laid it on the bed. Well I knew how to put on the pants but what about all the other stuff that was on that hanger?

I figured I best not fuck this up so I went and found that button John had mentioned. I gave it a push and a few seconds later I heard John's voice from a speaker somewhere in the room.

"Having trouble are you, ok I will be there in about five minutes. Don't worry we still have plenty of time."

I sat on the bed and waited for John.

He soon arrived and had me dressed in no time flat. I looked in the full length mirror hanging on the door and couldn't believe how good I looked in this outfit. A ten thousand percent improvement over that ridiculous outfit I wore this afternoon.

"Ok let's get down there. The Master wants everyone there for seven and when he says seven he means precisely seven. Be even two seconds late and you will face the wrath of god.

It only took a few minutes to get to the main dining room. It was on the main floor and not all that far from the elevator. When we entered most of the other's were there. They all had glasses of something cold that looked awfully good. John headed straight for the bar that was on one side of the room.

"It's rye and coke for you isn't it?" he asked.

I nodded ascent and he quickly made me a drink and handed it over. I took a tentative sip. It felt so good going down my still sore throat. It burned slightly but at least the alcohol would kill any beasties that might be lingering there.

The door opened and the Master entered just as the big clock over the door struck 7. He was a very handsome man but was even more so decked out in formal wear. He headed straight for the bar. I hadn't noticed until he was there that John had slipped over and was making the Master a drink.

We all stood around making small talk and sipping on our drinks. Even David was there so I wondered who was making dinner and who would serve it.

At precisely seven thirty a little bell sounded. The Master headed towards the table. He walked all the way to the top and took the head we all followed along. As I got closer to the parts of the huge table that were set with place settings I noticed that there was a name tag on each plate.

William sat on the Master's right, Henry on his left. I had expect to find my position at the bottom end of the table so checked those out first. As a I passed by William I didn't even look at the plates there figuring I was the lowest of the low here tonight.

However Erin grabbed my arm as I started down the right side. He pointed out my place next to William. My heart began to pound. Oh no, William, I thought, you haven't gone and got me into more trouble have you.

I stood behind my chair as did everyone else. When everyone was finally at the right place and standing behind a chair the National Anthem began to play. A movement caught my eye and I saw that the Nation's flag was rising on the wall from some hidden area. It was rising on all four walls. I couldn't believe it, it was just spectacular.

When the anthem was complete, the Master sat and everyone followed suit. From door ways all along the room young men dressed in snow white jackets, with black bow ties and black trousers began bringing in huge domed platters and placing them on the buffets along each side wall.

Quickly and professionally, food was delivered to the tables and served. It seemed that each of us had our own private waiter to look after our every need. Wine glasses were kept constantly filled. Each course was delivered to each guest at exactly the same time so we all ate together.

We all talked in hushed tones with our neighbors. I talked with William and Erin about all manner of thing, sports, politics, religion and gays. It really was a wonderful, relaxing dinner.

When the desert plates were finally cleared away coffee was served with an aperitif.

The Master then called for everyone's attention and made a number of little speeches. He praised certain slaves for jobs well done and gave out rewards. He had covered just about everyone in the room but me and Ed. I was fairly certain that Ed and I would not be singled out because we really hadn't been here long enough to earn any praise. My fear was that maybe I may have earned a punishment.

"Finally I come to Pussyboy."

This got my immediate attention. My head sprung up and I looked him in the eye. But his eyes were giving nothing away. So what would it be? Was I in trouble or had I done something to earn a reward?

"He has only been with us for five days but has come a long way. Pussyboy did not join this household the way most of you have. I more or less kidnapped him from a mall parking lot."

This brought a bit of murmuring from those present. I couldn't believe that he was admitting to this.

"Yes kidnapped and it is probably more than less. But Pussyboy needed us. He needed us desperately. If I hadn't taken him he would probably have ended up as one of life's losers in about three to five years. But Pussyboy does not deserve to be a looser. He is quite an intelligent individual."

"I had to pay his boss two million dollars to steal him away."

This brought a gasp from the group and a skipped heart beat from me. He paid my boss two million dollars. Why in the hell would he do that?

"What you don't know Pussyboy is that I have been having you checked out for the past six months. Six months ago Russ, the man that looks after all the finances of my corporation was looking for some answers to a problem we were experiencing. Your boss sent him to you. You managed to give us an answer in less than twenty-four hours. Our own finance wizards and those of another company with which I have close ties had been working on the problem for weeks but couldn't figure it out."

"Well that was enough for me to get my people to investigate you. It became obvious very early that you could not survive out there on your own. You are just too good at what you do Pussyboy. Just too damned good. Now you are in an environment where you will be safe."

"I thought it was going to take you at least three or four weeks to get to where you are right now. But you have surprised me and I have decided that you deserve a reward. I always treat my slaves well Pussyboy. When they deserve a reward they get one."

"Today was a pretty nasty test to see if you really had learned the lessons we have been trying to instill in you. And I must say you passed with flying colours."

"Now the rewards. Two of them. The first one you already know about. You now have your own apartment and as long as you behave it will be yours. A little place where you can have some privacy and a small amount of freedom."

Everyone applauded, including me. I had tears of joy and appreciation flowing down my cheeks. What was reward two I wondered. Another night with William, my heart warmed up at that thought.

"Now for reward number two. Pussyboy is not a suitable name for someone with as much intelligence as you have shown. So from today forward, unless I decree otherwise you shall be known by your own name, Rob."

There was even more applause at this. My heart was feeling really light at this point and all I could do was smile through the tears.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself Rob," the Master asked.

"Ah, thank you Sir, I am honoured." That's it. That's all I could manage to come up with.

"You are most welcome Rob."

"Now that all the formal shit is over I believe that William is planning an orgy in his apartment in approximately 30 minutes and everyone is invited. Is that right William?"

"Damned tootin!" William exclaimed.

To be continued.