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For the first week after my piercings, I napped and ate a ton. It was like a vacation staying in the guest house. I was initially worried I'd only be eating shakes for my entire three-month period, as I had after the spitroasting session. Instead, I was treated to all of the savory meals that Sir Scott and Daddy Miguel made up, full of protein and vegetables. My diet usually consisted of chips, cookies, and junk food, so the healthy foods were a welcome change to my system. My main duty was helping record sessions between my Sirs for their adult entertainment company, M&S Productions, which evidently had a lot of fans all over the world.
For the first few days after my piercings, I bled a lot, but I kept that from my Sirs. I got the purpose of me staying nearby, just not in the house, as they needed their space, and I didn't want them to see my slow progress. I wondered when I would jump back into anything kinky or sexual, but for the first week, all they did was pamper me, check on my health, and... ok, they facefucked me, but it was nothing like the intense scene I imagined as a sex slave.
The biggest change was at the end of the first week, when I had my collar installed, which would shock me if I left the property. I could only take it off when I showered, but otherwise it was supposed to be on me at all times. The collar, combined with my recent piercings, made me feel more attached to my Sirs. I wanted to do what I could to make them happy, but thus far, my orders were few and far between.
At the end of the first week, Daddy Miguel told me we were going out. He deactivated the collar, and drove me to a hair removal clinic, but I wasn't told what we were doing until I got there. After Daddy Miguel signed the papers and we got our temperature checked, I was sent into a room, where a handsome doctor in his 50s walked in. He had sandy blond hair, and just enough wrinkles in his skin to suggest he spent a lot of time in the sun while still taking care of himself. He gave off a surfer vibe.
"I'm Doctor Barr, I understand you'd like to get some of your hair removed. Let me see what I'm dealing with. Take your clothes off please," he requested.
"Yes Sir... I mean Doctor," I mumbled with my eyes on the ground.
"I'm a friend of Scott, and I did many treatments for Miguel. You don't have to call me Sir in here," Dr. Barr offered.
"It's OK, Sir, I try and always respect my superiors," I replied, looking back up at the handsome doctor. He chuckled a bit.
"Are they treating you well? Scott told me he brought a new boy in. I assumed it was some twink he wanted to demolish every night..." Dr. Barr spoke. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be discussing this with my patient."
"No Sir, it's OK. They're treating me very well. I was hoping they would... demolish my ass every night, but..." I stammered, pulling my pants down to show my pierced dick.
"You're healing. I'm glad they didn't push you too much, like Scott did to Miguel in the early days. A few years ago, I would have to go to their house for some sort of medical emergency, either a fisting gone wrong, or a toy lodged too deep in Miguel's ass. Thankfully they learned from their mistakes and became experts among their group, and I could enjoy their parties without having to be the on-hand clinician. It was tough being the only doctor at an orgy," Dr. Barr explained casually. I wanted to ask more about these orgies and what they would do, but I was here for a purpose, so I kept my mouth shut.
"Alright, let's get you up on the table. It looks like you're getting your pubic, chest, and armpit hair all removed. I'll cover your piercings with bandages to protect them," the doctor noted with a warm, gentle tone.
The whole procedure only took a few minutes as Dr. Barr applied the laser over my armpits, torso, my crotch area, balls, and ass. When we finished, there was a small pile of my hair follicles on the table.
"There, you've been twinkified," Dr. Barr said with a chuckle. I looked in the mirror and admired my largely hairless figure. I felt around, enjoying the smooth velvety feel of my skin. The hair on my arms and legs stood out, and part of me wanted to get that hair removed, but that would be extreme.
"Come back in six weeks so we can do this all again. In about five more sessions, the hair should never grow back again," Dr. Barr remarked casually, causing my dick to become quite hard. I whined a bit - I still wasn't used to the sensation of getting hard with my new piercing.
"I look forward to seeing you again," the doctor added, and he left me to get changed. I put my clothes back on, and Daddy Miguel drove me back to the house, asking how I enjoyed the session.
"I loved it Sir! I love the hairless feeling, and knowing I won't have to shave it all again. I'm sick of nicking myself with my razor," I explained. We got back to the house, and Daddy Miguel reactivated the collar. Otherwise, we had a normal day, as standard as my days were these days.
Sir Scott trained me in their workout room like usual. It wasn't as complete as the gym I used to go to, but the machines in the room could work out every muscle. He pushed me to my limit, focusing on my arms, chest, core, and ass. Sir Scott often took his pants off and showed his giant erect cock, as motivation to get me to do another set. I would always claim I couldn't do anymore, but as Sir Scott said:
"If your dick is hard, it means you can do one more!"
By week two of my contract and staying with the Sirs, I started getting involved with their business, when I recorded an intense flipfuck session in the dungeon. I thought the bondage room had the extent of their gear, but holy shit! They had their entire basement converted into a sex dungeon, with an entire bar at one end, velvet curtains lining the walls, and multiple slings, furniture to fuck on, a cage hanging from the ceiling, a glory hole, various attachment points for bondage activities, and a large bed with hooks lining it (with a cage underneath).
Also around that time, I started cuddling regularly with my new masters. I don't remember when, but they invited me into their bed. I laid between them, and the three of us made out and caressed each other's bodies. My dick got rock hard, and Daddy Miguel started jerking me, but Sir Scott scolded him, reminding him that I wasn't fully healed. The two Sirs then proceeded to fuck each other on top of me, and I recorded the up-close session. They later told me that video was their best performing video of the year.
By week three, I was starting to get quite horny, not having any release from my recently pierced cock. I was finally allowed to start wearing the buttplug again, which made me feel more complete. I wanted to have another spitroasting session, or to have something other than a plug in my ass. The Sirs insisted I focus on my recovery, and if I was bored, to work out. They were busy planning something, but they kept me out of the loop. Otherwise, I was happier than I had ever been. I was to do 100 squats a day, or else the collar would shock me. I didn't want to test its capacity, so I always started my day with the squats.
I didn't notice the results, but the Sirs said I was starting to show some progress. They had me naked around the house more (except the collar), so I was unable to hide my large, pierced, swinging dick. As much as I enjoyed my relative freedom, I thought back to my first week of being locked, and how I kinda preferred that. The more they had me naked, the more they called me "pup" instead of "boy". It was a subtle distinction, one that I didn't mind.
It was around one month in that Sir Scott directed me to have a liquid only diet for the day, which suggested he would be fucking me the next day. I awoke, cleaning my ass out with the shower enema in the guest house, and I dutifully presented myself in the bondage room.
"On the fuck bench," Sir Scott ordered.
"Yes Sir," I exclaimed, excited to have some stimulation. I put my knees on the bench and stuck my ass out in the air.
"Your daily training will now include using the fuck machine. We'll start with a half hour, and see how your dick responds," Sir Scott commanded as he laid down a towel under the bench. My throbbing dick flexed. I was hoping that my sexy Sir would mount me, and felt rather submissive that a machine would be plowing my ass. I turned around to look at what was going on, but I was slapped in the face.
"Face forward!" Sir Scott yelled at me. My heart skipped a bit.
"Yes Sir," I muttered. I heard the sound of lube being applied to the machine.
"You've done very well so far, but we want you to go further. You're a good boy, but you can be better," Sir Scott remarked. He turned the machine on, and the big dildo attachment started ramming my ass. It was tight! I did my best to take the slow thrusting, focusing on my breathing, and letting my hole relax. I whined a bit, wishing I had some poppers.
As if reading my mind, Sir Scott spoke up. "No poppers today boy. I want you get used to natural fucking, and see how your body responds."
I clinged to the bench, and eventually started to enjoy the robotic thrusting. I started to relax as my mind turned to the last time I was on this bench.
"I am just a hole. I am meant to take cock," I whispered, remembering the mantra playing on the headphones.
"What's that, hole?" Sir Scott asked.
"I am just a hole. I am meant to take cock," I said louder. The thrusting started to speed up.
"Again, louder pig!" Sir Scott yelled.
"I am just a hole! I am meant to take cock! Oh shit!" I exclaimed as a bit of cum dribbled out of my cock. My heart raced a bit and my face flushed at the first mini-orgasm in a month. The machine turned off, and Sir Scott inspected my cum, making sure there was no blood coming out of my piercing.
"Good boy. Put your plug back in, and meet me in the gym," Sir Scott ordered. We proceeded to have a grueling workout that pushed my body to the limits, followed by him mounting me and fucking me quickly until his giant cock came in my ass.
By the end of the second month, I was being milked every day by the fuck machine. My daily training included regular facefuckings from the Sirs. I was starting to get good at relaxing my jaw and letting their cocks assault my face. This sent me to a blissful headspace, knowing I was just a sex toy making other superior men happy. I was proud of my gag reflex disappearing.
Speaking of disappearing, I had another hair-removal session with Dr. Barr, who shared more stories of the orgies and play parties at my Masters' house. He enjoyed talking about them, and he asked me how the Sirs were treating me. I couldn't complain, as I was happier than I had been in a very long time. The doctor also noted that my chest and ass were starting to get better developed, causing me to shudder a bit in excitement.
The time flew by as winter turned to spring. I was approaching the end of my three-month trial, and I didn't want it to end. I was sucking more cock than I ever had, my ass had become quite stretched by the plugs and the fuck machine, and I was getting into the best shape of my life. I was still staying in the guest house, despite asking regularly to move into the main house. They warned me of punishment if I kept asking, so I stopped bringing up the matter.
I awoke on the last day of my trial to a shock of the collar. My entire body twitched, and I laughed, as it was the first time I experienced the collar. I quickly hurried over to the main house, and presented myself on my knees in the living room.
"Boy, you have been a welcome addition to our house," Daddy Miguel began.
"Thank you Sir!" I exclaimed.
"Keep quiet for now or you'll get shocked again. We have matters to discuss," Sir Scott growled. I nodded my head.
"It has been three months. Tomorrow, your trial will be over. If you wish to leave, we will help you move your belongings and your paycheck, and wish you well. If you wish to stay, then we have a new contract ready, for a six month period," Daddy Miguel explained, gesturing to the new contract on the table.
Without hesitation, I picked up the pen to sign the new contract.
"You don't want to hear the new terms?" Daddy Miguel asked, holding my arm.
"No Sir," I admitted, looking my Sir fondly in the eyes.
"You won't be able to leave us for six months boy. That's a long time. This isn't some game," Sir Scott chimed in.
"These have been the happiest three months of my life. I feel a sense of purpose, that I'm starting to become the person I'm meant to be, and I want to go further," I replied, looking at my Sirs.
"You will be relocked in chastity as soon as you sign. We custom ordered it based on your measurements," Daddy Miguel admitted it. That sealed the deal, and I signed my name on the contract.
"You don't like your freedom boy?" asked Sir Scott.
"No Sirs. Maybe it's the months of using the fuck machine, or sucking your beautiful cocks, or that mantra you introduced me. I have no desire to use my cock, not when I have both of yours," I ranted.
"You don't have ours," Sir Scott interrupted me.
"Shh, let the boy finish," Daddy Miguel chided the Sir playfully.
"Sorry Sirs! I'm just happier being told what to do, being a hole for cock and cum, and I want more of it, Sirs," I muttered. My knees were starting to get tired as I waited for my next command. Daddy Miguel stepped behind me, and in one swift motion, handcuffed my hands together. My pierced cock immediately got erect. Although I was quite vulnerable. I loved the feeling of being taken.
"Stand up," Sir Scott ordered, and I complied. Daddy Miguel placed a bag of ice on my cock, causing my erection to subside until it was completely flaccid. I exhaled, excited and curious what I had in store. Sir Scott pulled out a metal ring, and carefully pushed my balls and cock through it.
My cock attempted to get hard again, and Daddy Miguel put the ice back on. I was about to be locked in a secure chastity belt, and the thought kept me horny. The cold eventually deflated my cock. Sir Scott removed the Prince Albert piercing and sat it on the table. I looked down at my transformed cock, and was amazed at how much the piercing had stretched the hole.
"Look up at the ceiling, and count odd numbers backward from 100," Sir Scott ordered. I complied, keeping my mind busy as the Sir fondled my cock. I felt a metal cage go around my tiny cock, which lined up with the ring and locked tight. He then worked the PA lock through my former piercing. It was an odd sensation, feeling the cold metal ring on the inside of my cock, but I stayed still.
"75, 73, 71, 69..." I muttered out loud. I nearly jumped when the PA lock closed tight, and the handcuffs were unlocked.
"Look at it," Master Scott ordered. I looked down and squealed with delight, as my cock was encased in metal. I fondled the cage and moaned some more. My cock strained against the metal, but there was no room for any growth, making me even hornier. I kept moaning as the warm feeling spread around my crotch area. I felt complete, like it was meant to be a part of my body. My heart raced as I played with the metal contraption.
"He likes it," Master Miguel snickered.
"Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, holy shit I love it! It fits perfectly," I screamed. I couldn't stop touching myself and moaning in pleasure.
"It looks great on you," Master Miguel complimented me.
"And slave, you'll be wearing that for the entirety of your six month stay," Master Scott explained. I looked up at him and felt my cock twitch even more. It was the first time he called me "slave".
"Yes Master. Thank you for this and for everything you have done," I exclaimed.
"Go and get yourself ready. Clean yourself out several times until nothing but water comes out. When you are ready, go to the dungeon, and put on the outfit we laid out for you. Use as much lube as you need. We will be watching you, and come for you when you are done," Master Scott ordered.
"Yes Master," I spoke weakly, and started breathing heavily.
"Are you OK, slave?" Master Miguel asked, patting me on the back.
"I'm just overcome with emotions. I can't thank you enough," I rambled.
"Slave, you have one more rule. You are to refer to yourself as `it' instead of any first-person pronouns," Master Scott ordered.
"it will happily oblige, Master," the slave replied, feeling yet another rush of joy in submission.
The newly-contracted slave walked back to the guest house to prepare for the scene, eager to make its Masters happy.