It seemed like everyone around, masters and slaves had something to do. The masters were all talking amongst themselves about various things, which a lot of it was about Trey. Cody was still by my side just staring into my eyes; why I didn't know or understand, and this made me a bit nervous. Master came over with two slaves and instructed them to oil my body to prevent any sun damage. Another slave was ordered to put the hand and feet coverings back in place, along with the leather knee pads.
I was amazed at how different the world now seems, now that I have my eyesight back for whatever length of time allowed. I wondered many things as I lay there getting oiled up. I tried to place each slave with a master. I had yet been informed as to who belonged to whom. I figured that every slave here was
used to being with the others that being naked or servicing their master in front of others was just `normal'. Every once in a while I heard the screams
from within the house, but as the minutes flew by, the sounds became less and much weaker.
Every so often Cody would speak to me, explaining more about the group and what is and what is not proper. I learned that all of these slaves are forbidden to have an orgasm until the last part, of the last day, of the weekend sessions and get togethers. While I had been kept in my room, the slaves were either pleasuring their masters, cooking and serving meals, or outside around the pool. The weekends for the most part are just a social gathering; that is, except or unless any of the masters had something special going on. I had to be reminded that including myself, there were only four slaves in the group who were used as pleasure' slaves. I suppose most of the masters just enjoyed having a bed/house slave around. From what I could see, not many of the slaves had whip marks or had their butts plugged. I was sort of anxious to meet the other pleasure' slaves, but that would come in time.
Listening to Cody kept me focused so that I didn't pay much, if any, attention to the slaves oiling my body. Master came to my face and said he was ready to start the training. With that said, He went to my feet, pushing them outwards, like the first time. I was still on my back, now with my legs spread painfully wide. He next moved the leg supports so that my knees were bent with the feet ever so close to my thighs. He ordered the slaves to chain my ankles down tightly. My wrists were, for the first time, chained closely to my collar. A leather strap was placed over my forehead and secured to the bench. No other straps were used to secure the body, which was unlike the last time. The
combination of the body oil and sunlight warmed my body both inside and out.
Training or not, I was feeling so at ease with everything going on that I knew that I had nothing to fear; except my own inhibitions and inadequacies. My
Master took each nad, as before, and separated them with leather strips and tied them to my ankle cuffs, pulling extremely firm.
One of the masters then summoned all the slaves to group together. He produced a container, which held little pieces of wood. Each piece of wood had a number on it and each slave was ordered to reach in a take one. The slaves were ordered to line up near my head in a straight line, starting with the one which had the wood chip with `one' on it as so on. Master then proceeded to release the clamp on my dick and drain the urine from my bladder. Within a couple of minutes Master had my catheter removed as well. Truthfully, I felt naked without the plumbing.
I could see the other masters form two short lines on either side of my body and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what was going on. That is until I heard a master announce the word "mount". Without delay, the slave who had the chip marked #1 jumped up on the table. The slave's knees were by my shoulders and his hands were palm down at the other end of the table by my hips. I was staring up at his cock. "BEGIN" came the word from my Master. No delay here at all. Before I knew it, the slave's cock was at my lips begging to enter. I opened my mouth and took the cock. The slave started to create a rhythm of fucking my face. This was a first for me. While he was face fucking me to the point of gagging, he was also sucking on my dick. This put me one step closer to eternal bliss. Words cannot describe the feeling and do it justice. At least now I could attempt to put a face with each dick and store the taste, the feeling, for later on.
Now then, let me say, here and now, that what came next was a total surprise.
The two masters, close to the slave's butt took a wooden paddle to his ass. Whenever the slave's butt rose to it's highest level, the masters would swing their paddle onto his ass. Each butt cheek was getting a good tanning for sure. The next two masters in line had reached over to the back of the slave's head, keeping his head on my dick as he sucked away. The last two masters stood there waiting as if for a secret signal or something. At this point, I was praying that while the slave was getting his ass paddled on the up swing, that the slave wouldn't flinch and bite my dick when he felt the paddle sting. Whew! Now that would be a disaster for sure. It didn't take long to find out what the other two masters were waiting on. The magic signal arrived, and both of them started pissing onto the face of the slave as he was sucking my dick. Piss went everywhere. The feeling was out of this world. Please don't stop now! Could this be heaven or what! It was shortly after the piss had stopped flowing that the slave gave his final thrust down into my mouth and exploded with his own hot sperm. I greedily swallowed it all and proceeded then to suck the cock dry of it's seed. The slave then pulled out and knelt straight up. My poor dick was a mess along with my mind. I hadn't had my orgasm yet, SHIT! The slave then slowly turned and maneuvered his body so that I was staring at his butt. Once again the masters who were standing near his ass, each grabbed a globe pulling it apart from the slave's rosebud. "SIT" was the next word, and the slave's ass covered my mouth. The odor, no not odor, the fragrance was intoxicating. I pushed my tongue out and licked his hole, over and over. I didn't catch on right away, but it soon registered, that I was supposed to also be sticking my tongue inside his hole. While this was going on, the masters were playing with the slaves nipples, cock and balls. If I was that slave I would have exploded over and over again by now. So now I see what reward the slave was getting for the week or weekend. How special. J
When a master had ascertained that the slave had enough, he ordered him off the table and the next slave in line took his place. This same procedure went on, until the last in line. And the last in line was my Cody. I wondered if this was the luck of his drawing the highest number or was this `arranged'. Through it all, I hadn't had my orgasm yet. Like hello, anybody home. Damn it!! I've been good all weekend too.
Cody got up on the table and began his face fucking and dick sucking. Cody jerked hard each time the paddles hit his butt. His mouth had a `death grip' on my dick. I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer, but tried to think of
anything other than my dick snot. Each time a new slave had perched himself above me, the masters changed places as well. Which gave each of them a turn with the paddles and also to piss. I didn't want Cody to get pissed on, but there was nothing I could do. I think Cody lasted the longest of them all, before he blew his load down my throat and then lifted his mouth from my dick. I
felt ashamed that he had to get soaked by piss, I really did. Like the others, he sat on my face and I went right to town getting my tongue inside of his ass. Cody was the only one of them that went ballistic when my tongue got all the way inside. He moaned and groaned loudly in ecstasy. HEY! MY TURN HERE! Not to be. Oh well, maybe later. Cody finally climbed down from the bench and I lay there filling my lungs to capacity with fresh air.
The masters all stepped back from the bench and the slaves surrounded me. Again, the silent signal and my body was flooded with hot piss. From head to dick I was splashed with the golden nectar and the scent was overwhelming; as my mind started to float once again. When the last of them finished up, they were commanded to clean themselves and me up. They moved away, to an area that had a garden hose, and proceeded to spray each other off; quite playfully I might add.
When they were done, I was unchained from the bench. They aided me as I wobbled myself to the ground. Cody put the leash back on me and led me over to the
frame, in the back corner. With the leather now on my knees, I no longer felt the coolness of the grass beneath them I was thankful that they hadn't attached my feet to my thighs yet. I'm always thankful, these days, for `small favors'. As they began to bath my body in warm soapy water, I wondered why I hadn't gotten the cold water from the hose, BUT again I'm not going to complain. Would you? They must have done this routine many times before. As soon as the wash was done, a warm damp cloth was used to rinse, then I was allowed to air dry... Yikes, just like a carwash.
All of the masters came over and chatted with the slaves, brief as that was. I think I was beginning to learn which was which; and who was whose. Through
all of the face fucking and sucking going on I lost all mental thoughts of Trey. I didn't even hear him as I had lain there. Perhaps he had passed out. I
pondered, briefly, of what Trey had meant to me during college, what he meant to me when I saw him here, and now what does he mean to me. How do I, how am I, supposed to feel. I think what he did to me was wrong, but I still didn' t think his `crime' deserved' such punishment. But then, who am I to say. I don't have a sadistic, dominating bone or fiber in my body. I could only think of him, right this second, as a little puppy being scolded for piddling on the floor or something. I was wrapped up so much in my own thoughts, that I didn't even smell the sizzling meat on the grill. Some of the slaves were doing the bbq and others were setting out the plates, etc. on the large table by the pool. The food smelled like 5star. Yummy, but as you know I most likely wouldn't be tasting any of that. All of the masters commanded their own slave to consume their beverage, which had been set out. They all drank the cold refreshment in what must have been record time. After they were done disposing of the empty glasses, they all approached me in sort of an arrogant manner. I had to remember that in life, they are at least one step higher up on the ladder than I. Two of them took my wrists and fastened them to chains. The chains were raised up so that my arms were spread out and pulled upwards. One by one, they stood in front of my kneeling body and had me take their cock inside my mouth. And, one by one they unleashed a torrent of hot acrid nectar. When I was sightless this didn't seem to bother me much, but now was a totally different story. I was humiliated doing this with the other slaves and the masters watching. But, I didn't spill one single drop of their piss. I was able, though, to see each face before he unloaded in me. So now, I could tell perhaps by touch, taste, feel and size which slave was using my body. Of course, Cody's was the easiest to figure out; after all, I had him a few more times than I had the others.
The call to mealtime was announced and all of the slaves started heading towards the table, except Cody, who hung back a bit. He came to my ear and said that I had done a good job so far today. He was proud of me, as was the Master. He kissed my smooth head. He left me kneeling with arms still out and nads
still attached to my ankle cuffs. The sun was directly overhead now, so the time of day was easy to tell. I watched as each slave went to the grill, removed the meat and presented the plate to his master. Now I had what I needed. I knew finally who went with whom, no doubt about it. While the masters ate, each slave was kneeling at their side. A couple of the masters even took a parcel of meat from their plate and hand fed it to their slave. How cute was that. That was like so neat to see. When the masters had finished the meal, they each took their plate to another smaller table and scraped the leftover into a bowl. With the leftovers they added heaps of veggies. When all the bowls were prepared, they were placed on the ground, in a straight line. On command all the slaves went and ate the meal, eagerly, in earnest they consumed it all. My Master then brought over my meal, the first of the day. I hadn't even thought of eating, considering all that had gone on so far. I had meat, veggies and dog food in my bowl. I didn't hesitate, delay or even ponder about eating. My bowl was emptied in under a minute. I ate so fast that I belched and every person there busted out laughing; a few laughs were those deep gut busting ones. I smiled and wanted to say excuse me', but lord knows I knew better than to speak. What WAS a surprise though was, Master was the one who used his fingers to wipe my mouth and had me clean them off, before he wiped my face clean. Gosh, that was sweet. He leaned towards my ear and softly told me that tonight, after the others were gone; that He and Cody had special plans for me. Master smiled that angelic smile, turned and went back to His friends. Cody never, never, tells me anything, i.e. special plans'.
I hadn't noticed, but while Master was with me while I ate, several slaves had gone into the house. Once Master had moved out of the `line of sight' to the doorway I could see something that brought terror and fear back into my life. Each of the slaves (4) had a wooden pole laying upon his shoulder. They were walking side by side. In between the poles, hung by wrists and ankles, face down, was Trey. He wasn't gagged nor blindfolded. He just was hanging there, helpless and what look to me like a broken toy. I think his tears had long since dried up. He didn't have the strength to even raise his head. Here was this, once Greek God; hairless, powerless, demoralized and so close to passing out.
The procession continued until they got right in front of me, then they uniformly came to a halt. The other slaves, with all the masters helping, brought forward another part of the frame that I was attached to. This part was left near the feet of Trey. The slaves, as commanded, moved slowly forward placing the two closests ends of the poles into the same rings that were holding my wrist chains. The rear ends of the poles, were placed in like rings on the other part of the frame. The slaves moved away, leaving Trey hanging on the poles, directly in front of me; with only inches between us. I could see into his down cast eyes. The look of defeat shown clearly. There was another look as
well, but I couldn't tell exactly what he wanted his eyes to say. That nicely adorned wooden box, from before, was brought forward and placed under Trey.
Master came forward and raised the lid. I looked in, and I almost lost my lunch just from the sheer horror of its' content.
End of Part Fourteen
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