Sockluver

The Resort

Chapters 8-12

Chapter 8

"Yes Master," they replied in unison. "You two, out the door and to the right. You are to enter the Gymnasium and stand at attention until we get there. No talking. Understand?" barked Dalton.

"Yes sir," said the two boys, and they walked out the door and headed to where they were told. When they entered the room, they found a complete gym, with a wooden basketball court, weight equipment, and wrestling mats in the corner. Danny wanted to say something to Luke but was afraid of being caught. After the caning and assfucking they just witnessed, he did not want to be next in the stocks. Luke was thinking much the same as they stood side by side at attention in what they would find out later to be their 'PE' uniforms.

They were lucky they didn't talk, as moments later they heard the door open and close behind them as the two trustees entered the room. As Dalton and Michael walked in front of the two silent slaves, they noticed the older boys had altered their uniforms. They were now wearing olive drab T-shirts with their shorts, and instead of the scout socks and Doc Martins they were wearing white ankle length socks with black Adidas emblems on them, and black Adidas indoor soccer shoes. They looked like typical high school jocks.

Dalton addressed them, "OK, listen and listen good, the clientele here do not like fat slaveboys. So for the next hour or so, we are going to work the flab off of you lazy brats!"

What fat was he talking about, wondered Luke? He was thin, and Danny was a rail. Not to mention they had only eaten twice since they got here, and one of those times was Danny's cum mixed with some stuff in a baby bottle! He hated exercise! PE was his least favorite class in school and not just because he hated taking showers with the other boys. He was just not a natural athlete.

Danny on the other hand, liked sports, but he was in that stage of adolescence where his body was growing faster than his coordination skills. Thus the other kids made fun of him when he had recently tried out for the JV basketball team. The gangly youth was starting to sweat just thinking about what they would have to do here for the amusement of the older boys.

"Lets start with some jumping jacks turds, say 50 of them! Four count out loud, GO!"

The two boys had done enough gym class to know what was expected of them, and started the grueling workout. Jumping jacks were followed by knee bends, tow touches, buddy sit-ups and finally pushups.

Luke was drenched with sweat as he attempted his twenty-fifth pushup. He was halfway up, his aching arms trembling as he tried to lift himself up when he felt Michael's foot on his back. "Come on pussy, I've seen little girls that can do 50 pushups. What's your problem?" He was to winded to even try to answer, just memories of the taunts of his old PE teacher flooded his mind. When he almost got all the way up, he felt himself being shoved to the floor by Michael's sneaker. "I can see we have a long way to go with you, you little sissy!" The words stung him worse than the foot in the back, as the boy lay on the floor panting. He looked at Danny, who seemed to be a little better off, although he too was sweating profusely.

"OK brats, get and stand next to each other, its time for a little fun run!" The two boys stood wearily up. "You have to run the same pace, so just to make sure, we are going to give you a little help," Dalton said as he nodded to Michael. "If you are going to slow, we have the means to motivate you," he said holding up a long metal tube with two metal prongs at one end. "This is a cattle prod, slaves, and you don't want me to have to use it. Just to make sure it works though." He walked toward Danny, and before the boy could react, Dalton jabbed it into his thigh and zapped him! The gangly red head howled in pain and dropped to the floor. "Get back up, you little baby," the trustee said as he half drug the boy back to his feet. "Go ahead Michael."

Luke was too busy looking at Danny to have noticed Michael walking up behind him. He noticed him though, when he felt the steel cuff being locked tightly around his right ankle. He looked down and saw that he and Danny were to be joined together by about a three-foot [90 cm] chain. Michael was busy locking the other ankle cuff around Danny's left ankle. It was already starting to hurt, if it weren't for their thick soccer socks, giving them a little padding, his foot would probably already be numb the boy thought.

"There much better, that will ensure you run together for, lets say, 100 laps around the gym," the grinning senior trustee said. "And tuck your shirts in, and pull up your socks, you look like slobs!"

The two sweating teens complied with their orders, and with a command shouted from Michael started their trek around the gym. It was terrible. At first they tried running hobbled to each other and kept falling down. Every time they fell, one of them got a shot in the butt or thigh with the viscous prod. Finally around the 15th lap they got somewhat of a rhythm down.

"Don't let those bastards win," Danny had whispered to Luke through painful gasps for air. He could tell the smaller teen was having a hard time keeping stride with his longer legs. His words seemed to give the smaller boy some resolve. By the 100th lap, Danny was almost running for both of them, to which Luke was grateful as he was about all spent. When they finally finished they were both drenched with sweat, their white tank tops almost transparent. Their soccer shorts clung to them in lude ways as well, and their brand new high tops had surely left blisters on their feet.

"That's enough for today I guess, but you two better get used to it. We will be doing this everyday and increasing the load as we go. The master wants fit slaves! Now go to the wash room get, put your PE uniforms in the hamper, and use the shower in the corner to clean up. Understand?"

"Yes sir," the two boys panted, and hobbled off to the washroom. As they were walking down the hallway, Luke whispered to Danny, "thanks for helping back there, I felt like I was going to die!"

"No problem dude, I just didn't want that bastard to hit me with that prod again!"

"I know what you mean."

When they got to the washroom, they had to figure out how to get undressed while being chained together. It was quite a sight as they slowly stripped off their sweaty shirts and shoes and socks. They then helped each other pull their long blue socks out from under the ankle cuffs. But they were lost as to how to get their shorts and underwear off until Michael appeared and unlocked their chains. "Both of you have 30 seconds to get in the shower and get clean, Move!" Having now bathed together naked twice before, they were over any shyness with each other and gratefully got under the shower together. Danny was thankful that for once he wasn't getting a hardon, while bathing with Luke. He was too exhausted from the workout and just wanted to get the teen sweat smell off of himself. When they got out of the shower they found one towel for the both of them to dry themselves with so they took turns each trying not to look at the others naked body.

When they were finished and put the towel in the hamper, Timmy was standing there waiting for them. They noticed he was sullen looking and wearing the 'cub' type uniform of blue and yellow. Except today his knee socks were yellow with a blue band at the top instead of the other way around. Although the new slaves didn't know it, this was a sign that he was on probation as a trustee, and all the other slaves knew this. The young trustee was humiliated, but he knew he had to watch his step. "Here are your clothes for your next stage of training, put them on." The somber youth said handing each boy only a pair of underwear and socks.

Luke was wondering why the normally sadistic little prick was being so polite to them, but soon forgot about it as he noticed what he had been handed. In his hands was the skimpiest pair of red jockey bikinis he had ever seen! I can't wear these he thought. I only wear 'normal' underwear. Which to him meant any expensive brand name of briefs or boxers that had been bought for him. He thought bikinis were for girls! But as he thought of the diapers the night before, he took a deep breath and bent over to put them on thinking there was no way they were going to fit. He was wrong. They fit, albeit barely. He had to stuff his little bald dick to the side to get the waistband up, but he got them on. I must look obscene he thought to himself. He could feel his buttcheeks aching to break free from the leg bands. He also didn't like the look of lust Timmy had on his face staring at him, even though the trustee said nothing.

Danny was also not comfortable with his little yellow jockeys. He had worn boxers for the last few years, asserting that he wanted to wear Men's underwear, meaning really what the models wore in Details Magazine. He didn't even like the briefs they had worn for PE this morning. In the back of his mind though, even if he would no admit it to himself, he thought Luke looked very HOT in his skimpy little underwear! When he pulled his own on, he had more trouble than Luke stuffing his teen sausage into the confines of the bright yellow bikinis, especially as he was already half hard!

"Get your socks on, and then put the shoes in the locker on," said Timmy indicating a big metal locker. "You put the big ones on Blondie."

"Yes sir," said Luke, still bristling inside that he had to call a kid younger than himself sir. He put on the black Nike hi quarter socks that the trustee had given him, and went to the locker to retrieve his footwear. He pulled the big pair of shoes out and examined them. They were black Skecher boots, the medium-rise type with the two-inch [5 cm] thick souls, and they weighed a ton! When he put them on, he noticed that even with his socks pulled up they just barely stuck out over the top of the massive shoes. When he stood back up he was now as tall as Danny was, thanks to the thick souls.

Danny on the other hand, was given a pair of olive and black suede Airwalk tennis shoes to match the gray Airwalk crew socks he had just put on, the socks just reaching halfway up the boy's skinny shins. He felt sure he must look silly, wearing skimpy underwear with shoes and socks and nothing else. He looked at Luke, now at eye level, and felt his cock stir some more in the tight confines of his bikinis. He was starting to realize, that weather he liked it or not, that he was attracted to other boys! Especially his partner in misery; the vision of Luke in front of him wearing the little red jockeys and the huge Skechers and black socks was doing things to him that he couldn't fathom. He realized also, that the way he was dressed was designed to have the same effect on others and he felt ashamed. He was still very confused about his budding homosexuality, and being manipulated at every step by the trustees and the Master wasn't helping.

Timmy, despite his caution was getting a boner in his little blue shorts. The two teens standing before him looked hot! Something about guys in underwear and socks really got his sadistic little juices flowing, hell Red is even starting to tent his bikinis, he thought! He knew better at this stage to do anything but follow his orders though, so he overcame his urge to verbally abuse them, and instead ordered them back into the studio for the next 'show.' If he behaved, maybe Dalton would let him participate!

Luke led the way, walking back down the hall back toward the room where he had suffered the greatest humiliation of his short life. He had goose bumps all over, as not only was he afraid, but the room was air conditioned quite cool, when he walked back into the infamous studio. Just as the previous night, Mr. White was there with twenty or so other men dressed in tuxedos, along with Dalton, Michael and Bobby. The two older trustees were back in their regular uniforms, as was Bobby in his normal outfit of blue and yellow. Luke felt the eyes of everyone in the room leering at him, and it made his goose bumps even worse.

Danny took in the same scene as Luke, and when he stopped on the 'stage' next to him, he self-consciously placed his hands in front of his bulging crotch nervously wondering what was to come. He didn't have much time to wonder as Bobby slapped his hands away from his front and said, "hands behind your heads asshole!" When he and Luke did as they were told, he heard some of the audience catcalling, and whistling, as his boner became obvious to the crowd! He was still trying to will his pecker to soften when Mr. White walked in front of them and faced the crowd and camera.

"Friends, last night you were treated to a grand show, as my newest additions were added to my stable. Now that they are more presentable, we shall begin in earnest their sexual education so that in a short while, you shall be able to enjoy them in how shall we say, a more personal nature."

The studio audience went wild with applause as the two boys started to sweat. All Luke could think of was the scene earlier in the dungeon with Taylor. He could still taste the other boys butt in his mouth. He shut his eyes again praying this horrible nightmare would end and he would wake up in his aunt's house. When he opened them however all he saw was Timmy and Bobby approaching them with Bobby holding some sort of leather apparatus. White started to speak.

"Let's see here, who shall go first. I see young Daniel here is already to go," he said massaging the front of the redhead's bright yellow underwear, causing him to blush with shame. "So I guess Luke volunteers, excellent. Bobby, Timmy, help our new slave get ready!"

The evil grin reappeared on Timmy's face as he and Bobby approached the trembling youth. They stepped around behind him so he couldn't see what they were up to. He soon felt it however, as Bobby was fastening a thick leather collar around Luke's neck. The crowd could see his temple throb on his nearly-bald head as he started to pant with fear, not being able to see what they were putting on him. It was actually, a black leather restraint device, with a collar at the top fastened by a two-inch [5 cm] wide leather band that ran down the back connecting to a belt that was fastened around the waist. Halfway down the backstrap were two wrist cuffs, so that when secured the victim's arms were pinned uncomfortably to the small of his back. Luke could see none of this though because with the collar in place, he could only look ahead. He next felt the belt being tightened around his naked midsection causing him to inhale when Bobby cinched the belt tight. He then felt his arms tugged from behind his head and painfully secured into the wristcuffs.

Not being able to control himself any longer, Timmy whispered in his ear. "You'll begging for it by the end of tonight Blondie," and then liked the bound teens newly pierced earlobe sticking his tongue deep into his canal. Luke winced and tried to move away. He was saved when Dalton spoke up, "Knock it off junior trustee!" Timmy backed away, instantly knowing he was in trouble again. He would have to wait for his punishment later though, as there was the show to put on!

"Very good lads," White said, "Danny why don't you show your friend off to our guests."

Danny didn't know what to make of this until Michael handed him a black leather dog leash. "Here, hook this to him and walk him through the crowd," the grinning trustee said as he led the stunned boy to his friend.

"Yes sir," said Danny quietly as he met Luke's eyes, which were starting to well up with tears. Danny's hands were shaking as he snapped the leash into place on the front of Luke's collar. He quickly turned away not wanting to have to look at his partner's pleading face. He slowly started walking leading the leather bound youth toward the leering men. The leash went tight, as Luke at first could not will his feet to move.

"Tug on it shithead, puppy's have to learn to obey," shouted Michael, forcing Danny to give a viscous tug on the leash, yanking the boy forward causing him to lose balance and fall forward. With his arms bound behind him he couldn't balance himself and landed painfully on his bare knees. "Get up dog," the trustee, said as he kicked Luke in the butt with his Doc Martin boot.

Luke unsteadily rose to his feet. His knees were skinned and he was crying. First being branded like cattle, now he was to be led around like a dog. Would it never end? Not anytime soon, as he felt Danny give another tentative pull on the leash. Not wanting to fall again, Luke had no choice but to meekly follow, as he was led toward the men, while the camera recorded every move.

Several people watching on the secure network had already jizzed once, just from watching Danny in his tennis shoes and tented undies leading the restrained, crying Luke around by a dog leash. Fists were pumping furiously worldwide as the sobbing blonde was led to the pack of wolves.

In between sobs, Luke kept his eyes focused on Danny's yellow clad butt, as he didn't want to meet any of the crowds gazes. Once he was in their midst, he felt dozens of hands groping all over him. He felt violated as fingers were put in every exposed opening; hands were also rubbing his dick through his skimpy Jockey's. He noticed Danny was getting much the same treatment as they walked 'The Gauntlet' of aisle ways between the seats. The guests knew the collector's rules though. They were only allowed to touch, any other contact would be cause for removal.

It was almost too much for Danny though. Even through the humiliation he felt leading his friend around like a dog, he was also incredibly turned on! He had a half hard on when he started the walk, now with everyone staring at him and touching him, he had an obscene bulge in the front of his bikini. A very large wet spot was also forming as his dick was oozing precum. He almost didn't make it back to the stage without creaming his shorts! Bobby took the leash from him and led Luke to a large wooden post.

Luke was still quietly sobbing when the young trustee led him to the large post that was set up in the middle of the room. With the help of Timmy they secured his collar to an eyebolt in the post with a small length of chain so that he was facing the crowd with his back to the post. He had about a foot [30 cm] of movement with his neck, but he could manage to stand relatively comfortably. His eyes were seeing spots for a while, as many photos were being taken of him trussed to the post as he was, in the little briefs and boots, squirming slightly from one foot to the other.

"All right Red, I can tell your ready for some fun," Whispered Dalton in Danny's ear as he rubbed the boys cotton enclosed sausage. "It's your job now, to get your little friend over there to cum. Do you think you can do that sweet cheeks?"

Danny didn't know what to say. He didn't want to make Luke cum. But he did. He didn't want Luke to know that he wanted desperately to make out with him. He didn't know what he wanted, but he knew what the leaking pipe in his underwear wanted.

"Go over there and suck on his tits," Whispered Dalton while he was rubbing his palms over Danny's.

Somehow it was so much easier when he was being ordered to do these things. He could justify it to himself later that way. With his own tits now as hard as his teen cock, Danny approached the squirming blonde beauty tied to the post in front of him.

Luke was to far away to hear what Dalton had said to Danny. He did not know what to expect as the red headed teen walked toward him with what Luke could only think of as hunger in his eyes. He also noticed for the first time the growing lake in the front of the boys yellow briefs. "Luke, I'm sorry dude, I have no choice," he whispered to him as he got closer. Luke just shook his head as a sign that he knew. He was not prepared though, when Danny leaned his head forward and licked his left nipple. Oh wow, what a feeling. Despite his shame and humiliation, Luke had never felt anything like it before. He could feel his friends breath on his now moistened nipple, and it was exquisite! He leaned his head back and bit his lower lip as the other teen continued his attack on the virgin chest. His little brown nubs felt like two pebbles. To his total dismay, his little dick was stirring to life in his red underwear.

"Very good Red, you have the makings of a start attraction," said Dalton, pulling him off the boy's chest. Lets give your lover here a little attention getter. With that said, Timmy appeared with something in his hands and the sadistic grin. "Let Bobby have the honor, you don't deserve it," snapped the older trustee.

"Oh please, let me, I'll be good."

"That's enough! Hand them to Bobby and report to the punishment detail. NOW ! You are through as a trustee mister," thundered Mr. White from the side. The tone of his voice left no room for discussion, so Timmy quickly handed whatever was in his hands to the other boy and nearly ran out of the room, so he wouldn't be seen crying if front of the new slaves. "Now, where were we," White said, all calm returning to his voice, "Proceed Bobby."

With that, a grinning Bobby walked toward Luke, who was now starting to come around to the sexual tension in the room. He was not prepared though, when Bobby snapped the first nipple clamp in place!

"Ouuuuuuch," he cried.

The crowd started to applaud. When the young trustee snapped the second in place he howled even louder much to the young trustee's delight. What a day, he thought, while he felt bad for his friend, with him out of the way, he was next senior. For a slave that was good news indeed he thought, as he gave Luke's right tit clamp a flick with his forefinger.

"OOWWWWW!" Luke could not believe the pain. He couldn't fathom how he had gone from pleasure to pain so quickly.

"Okay Red, on your knees and polish those nice new boots of Blondie's here with your mouth! I want to see them shine," Michael ordered.

Many more camera flashes went off, as Danny got down and started to give the Skechers a tongue shine. What would have been a turn off to most though was only getting the bony little teen hotter by the minute. He needed no encouragement as he soaked the boots with his saliva, like he was born to the task. He made a mistake though, when without even thinking reached down to grab his throbbing bone.

"Knock it off you foot slut, no one gave you permission to touch yourself," Michael said. "Bobby take care of him." Danny had stopped to look up, feeling like he used to when he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar! "No one told you to stop!"

With that he returned to his task, licking around the top of Luke's boots and his socks. Danny then felt his hands being pulled behind him and cuffed. "That will keep you goofing off," said Bobby, "keep licking." So he continued, now balanced on his knees. He instinctively started moving his mouth slowly up the bound boy's legs. That's it boy, get him hot!"

And hot he was! When Luke felt Danny's tongue on his lower leg, his cock sprang instantly back to life. The feeling of hot wet teen tongue inching up his thighs was driving him wild with lust. He had never had this kind of touching in his life before he came here, and now so much so soon, it was mind boggling. He felt a wet spot forming in his little bikini as he tried to squirm to make it less confining.

The crowd was going wild, watching one bound boy give a tongue bath to the other. Cameras were popping off, and once again many of the audience were openly masturbating to this bizarre scene in front of them. Bets were being made as to who would come first.

By the time Danny was lapping at Luke's inner thigh, he was panting out of control. "Would you like to cum now?" Dalton whispered in his ear.

"Yes sir, please sir."

"Ask Danny here to suck your dick then."

That made him pause, he didn't want to make his friend do anything so disgusting. "Please sir, just let me…"

"No, the only way you will be allowed to cum is to ask Danny to suck your Dick," Dalton replied pulling ever so slightly on the left nipple clamp.

"AAAhhg, please sir, please."

"You have to ask Luke."

He was so ashamed, he wanted to, no he had to cum so bad, Danny's tongue and the nipple play was driving him insane with sex. He was sweating teen pheromones from every pore; every nerve in his body was alive! He was overcome with emotion, "PLEASE SUCK MY DICK DANNY, PLEEEEEASE!!!"

"Go ahead Danny, do as your faggot friend here asks, take his underwear down with your mouth." Michael gently coached the slaveboy from the side.

Luke was on fire as he felt Danny's nose dig into his sweaty 'innie' as he maneuvered his teeth onto the waistband of the now precum soaked bikini briefs. The feeling was exquisite as he felt the elastic snap over his bald kid dick, letting it spring to life, finally unencumbered by the confines of the briefs. It was pointing straight at his belly button as Danny pulled the soiled undies down past his knees.

Danny was on fire as well. Any thought of shame or disgust were forgotten when he heard Luke begging him to suck him off. When he heard him scream those words, his own dick felt like it got twice as big! His shorn balls were now swimming in a sea of precum, as he stared at Luke's throbbing teen missile in front of him.

"You know you want to don't you?" asked Michael

All his lust could not overcome his teenage pride. "No sir," he said even as he was licking his lips.

"Oh yeah, what's all that goo in your shorts for, you little faggot. You've had a constant stiffie since you got off the plane. You know it, I know it, and I bet even Luke here knows it. So stop kidding yourself and sink those pretty little lips of yours over Blondie's cock here and start sucking. You got one earlier, so you know what to do. But you better swallow everything that comes out understand."

"Yes sir," and once again Danny justified his actions telling himself he had no choice. He stuck his tongue out and took the first tentative lick. Luke's cock twitched like it was alive. Slowly he put his hot moist little mouth over Luke's throbbing cock. It tasted like teen sweat, not to bad he thought as he pulled back slightly hearing Luke let out a guttural moan. That was all it took, and soon he was slurping on the member like a Popsicle on a summer day. He soon lost all conscious thought and was humping Luke's leg through his underwear while sucking the little teen's dick for all it was worth.

It was the most incredible feeling Luke had ever felt. He was in complete sensory overload, as he felt his scrotum tightening up in that familiar way, "OH DANNY HERE IT COMES, OH GOD, OH GOD I'M CUMMING, I'M CUUUUUUUUUUMING." With that he force fed what felt like a cup of teen spooge down the slurping redhead's throat. Bobby and Michael had to hold him up so he wouldn't hang himself as he emptied his balls into Danny.

For his own part, when Danny heard Luke start to scream, and felt the first hot spurt at the back of his throat, it pushed him over as well. While he was greedily swallowing Luke juice, he was pumping his jockeys full of his own seed, that soon spilled out and left a big wet patch on Luke's leg.

He was laying at Luke's still damp Skechers, when he heard Dalton speak, "Not bad for a first time, but you came without permission and ruined a brand new set of underwear. Of course we will have to punish you!" His bliss instantly turned to dread as he looked up to see the three remaining trustees grinning sadistically at him.

Chapter 9

Danny, who now felt for sure that he liked other boys, was afraid. He knew that he wasn't supposed to get himself off, but he couldn't help it. When he got his first taste of Luke's member in his mouth, he went insane with lust. Since he was handcuffed he had used Luke's leg to hold him up, and when his bikini encased slimy cock rubbed up against the others smooth thigh he unconsciously ground up and down while he sucked on Luke's dick. Now he was going to pay, and judging by the twisted smiles on the trustees' faces, he knew the price would be high!

"Stand up scumbag," said Dalton as he pulled Danny to his feet by an arm. "Look at you, you're a disgrace. We don't keep giving you nice new clothes to spoo in them! You are only allowed to cum when you when we want you to. We are going to have to teach you and your dick a lesson. Bobby unhook Red's boyfriend their and take off his harness, he's going to give us a hand."

"Yes sir."

As Luke was being freed from his leather bounds, he took in the sight of Danny standing before him. His little red Jockeys were now soaked with cum both inside and out, and he could see the shriveled tip of the nervous looking teen's penis, poking out the waistband. His gray socks had fallen, and one of his Airwalks was untied. He also had a big glob of Luke's teen spunk rolling down his chin. In short, he looked a mess. When the collar and belt were finally undone, he took a deep breath, feeling instantly better, even if his arms and wrists were still sore. He was told to pull his underwear back up.

Dalton spoke, "Since your boyfriend here just gave you a nice present, it's only fair that you should do the honors of initiating him, but first you must thank him."

Luke turned red in the face; he was having a hard enough time thinking about what happened, without talking out loud about it!

"Go on boy, so the whole room can hear you, thank red here for sucking your cock," Bobby whispered in his ear.

"Thank you Danny."

"Say the whole thing turd!"

Blushing tremendously now, Luke blurted at the top of his lungs, "Thank you for sucking my cock Danny," trying not to look directly at the source of both the greatest shame and pleasure of his life.

"That's better, what do you have to say spermlips," Bobby sneered at Danny.

"Your welcome Luke," Danny replied quietly looking down at his feet.

"Very good, now get over there and pull your friends disgusting underwear off," Dalton told Luke.

Luke walked over to where Danny was standing and got down on his knees. He was now eye level with the sticky yellow undergarment. He slowly brought his hands up to grab the waistband on either side, being careful not to touch Danny's genitals. It was still kind of gross, he thought as he slowly started to inch the briefs down Danny's freckled smooth legs. He avoided looking at the other boy's rod, as he got the offending shorts down to his feet. He looked up at Danny to have him lift his foot, and as the redhead complied he saw the boy was already at half-mast again!

As frightened as he was about whatever they were going to do to him, Danny still felt a jolt when he felt Luke's hands on his thighs. He was trying to think of anything else, as not to encourage more unwanted attention his way, but now standing naked except for his shoes and socks, it was impossible! The excitement was somewhat dampened though when Luke was ordered to stuff the spunk filled Jockey's into his mouth! He had to fight the gag reflex when his companion gagged him with the funky briefs. However when Michael told Luke to tie his shoe for him though, his dick started to stiffen again. He didn't know why, but he always got that way when people touched him that way. Even when he was younger, he always got a boner at the shoe store when the man measured his foot. It was the same when a salesman would measure him for clothes or when he got a haircut. He was always able to hide it before and never gave it much thought, but now it was hugely embarrassing. Which for some reason even got him more excited! When Luke pulled his socks up tight, the feeling of the boy's hands on his calves gave him goosebumps!

"Very good boy, now put this on his dick," said Dalton, handing Luke a strange device. When he gave the senior trustee a questioning look, the older boy sighed and told Bobby to help him. The device turned out to be a leather harness that consisted of three separate leather straps joined together for a cock strap, shaft ring, and ball stretcher together in one devious package. Luke's hands were wet with sweat as Bobby instructed him how to install the device on Danny's hairless package. When he was done it was quite a sight. More cameras were flashing as Danny's dick and nuts were now stretched tightly and sticking out of his body on display. Danny winced in pain and gave a grunt into his cum soaked underwear as Luke was instructed to tighten the straps as much as he possibly could. As a result his hairless balls were now a nice shade of pink in sharp contrast to his very white skin. Luke felt bad hurting him but he knew that he had no choice. He felt weird handling another kid's privates, especially in front of all these people, he was getting a small tingling feeling between his legs.

Dalton came over and examined his handiwork, "Good job Blondie, next time you'll have to do it without Bobby's help though. OK Red this should have been your turn for a blow, but since you squirted on your own, we have to teach you a lesson in obedience. Michael if you please."

"Here you go Dalton," said Michael as he handed him a small whip. It was vicious looking little thing with a wood handle with a bunch of slender leather strips. Dalton with an evil grin on his face advanced on Danny. "You ever been whipped before punk?" he asked as he dangled the ends of it in front of his face, "It can hurt real bad, leaves a lot of marks too." He continued to graze his skin with the trailing ends causing the boy to shudder and start whimpering into his gag. He surprised him then when he leaned over and started sucking on his left tit.

Danny's mind raced as it changed between fear, and pleasure. The whip terrified him, yet Dalton's hot tongue on his nub was irresistible. His tits were soon rock hard, which apparently what the trustee was after as he turned to Luke and told him to take off his tit clamps and place them on Danny! He saw Luke wince from the sudden blood flow to his titties, as he removed the little devices, and walked slowly toward him with apologetic eyes.

"Clamp them on tight boy."

"Yes sir," said Luke as he snapped them on to the pink nubs.

"MMpphhh, MMMMMmmm," was all that Danny could manage through the gag.

"Good job boy, now he's ready for a good whipping!" said Dalton menacingly. The crowd voiced their approval through a loud round of applause. "Bobby, you do the honors while Michael and I hold him in place," he said as he and the other older trustee each took an arm and braced their legs behind those of the frightened teen. It made quite a contrast with the two well-tanned boys in their smart uniforms, holding the pail, rail thin, naked teen. When Danny saw the young trustee take a few practice strokes he started to struggle. It was no use though; the older teens were much larger and stronger then the rail thin youth they were holding. "Stand still or you'll get five more," snapped Dalton. "Give him five starting on the dick and balls Bobby."

"YES Sir," the boy answered enthusiastically, as he raised his arm in aim.

Danny couldn't believe they were going to whip him there! With the harness on, it certainly made an inviting target, sticking lewdly out in front of him. What really made him nervous was the fact that his balls were stretched tight and sticking out to the side, making them impossible to shield or hide! The two older boys had him held tightly when the first blow landed right on the head of his exposed mushroom! The pain was so great that when he yelled out, he spit the underwear-gag right out of his mouth and howled in agony!

"That's five more for dropping the gag Red. Blondie, pick up the underwear and put them back in his mouth" instructed Dalton.

Luke slowly bent down and picked up the now totally soaked boy panties. Danny was crying hysterically, while trying to cross his legs, but the older boys held him tight. Danny was shaking his head violently to avoid the gag going back in until Michael grabbed him by the stubble of hair left on his head and yanked back hard, "Stop it right now if you don't want more." It took all his control to hold still, while Luke replaced the undies in his mouth. "If you spit it out again, it will be ten more understand?" he slowly nodded that he did. "Very good, Bobby, you may continue."

Bobby showed great prowess for the next four strokes, one landing on each exposed nut and the fourth and fifth right on each clamped tit! When he was taking aim for the sixth, Mr. White stopped him. Danny was now reduced to one continuous moan, wondering wear the next five blows would land.

"That's enough for you Bobbie, lets give Daniel's young friend here some flogging practice!" said White.

Luke was stunned when Bobbie handed him the whip. "Make em count or you're next, got it?"

Luke looked to Mr. White, "Sir, I can't."

"You can and you will. He came because of you, so you shall assist in his punishment. If you don't do it, and do it damn well, I will have you hung by your balls right now from that post, and I will give him 20 strokes personally, is that clear?"

Luke swallowed hard, "Yes master."

"Very good, I will allow you to give him five to his butt, it will be easier to hit for a novice such as yourself. Dalton secure him to the post."

"As you wish master," Dalton replied. He and Michael quickly uncuffed the boy arms and re-secured them to the post were Luke's neck had been secured earlier. He ended up with his arms straight in front of him, with him standing arm's length from the post. "Keep your legs straight the entire time or your friend will have to start over, understand?"

He nodded that he did, grateful at least that his tender member would be spared any further abuse. He wondered what it would be like getting whipped by Luke.

"Spit the gag out Daniel," Mr. White ordered. When the boy complied a string of drool hung off his chin. "After every stroke you shall say, Thank you Luke, do you understand?"

"Yes Master."

"Very good, Luke let Bobby show you how to use the whip."

Bobby took a few seconds to show the nervous boy, how to use the instrument of pain. After taking a few practice swipes, he was told to begin. "Make them count, or you will be next, and he will still get the five coming, understand?"

"Y-yes sir," the unwilling teen answered. He took up position behind Danny, catching the other boy's fearful gaze as he looked back over his shoulder. Luke quickly looked away in guilt. How could he go through with this? He had never hit anyone in his life, much less using something like this.

"Come on kid, we don't have all day. If you don't start it ten seconds, it will be both of you."

Luke was still frozen, when Danny said over his shoulder, "Go ahead Luke, Do it! You have to!"

That made Luke feel a little better as he raised his arm, staring at the two white globes in front of him. He closed his eyes and brought the whip down. Hard!

WHAP! The crack made Luke feel sick, he saw a welt rising even as Danny was screaming.

"AAAAGH! Th-thank you Luke" Danny said from between clinched teeth, breathing hard.

Luke started to cry and said "I'm sorry Danny" quietly to himself as he raised his arm for the second blow.

WHAP! A second welt!

"THAAANK YOU LUKE" panting.

WHAP!

Both boys were crying now, Luke from helplessness as he whipped his friend and Danny from the fire on his butt! The rest of the crowd, including the trustees, was totally turned on; watching the boy in his bikini underwear and boots, wailing on the bound naked redhead tied to the post. After the fifth and final blow landed Danny collapsed on his knees. "Thank you for whipping me Luke," he sobbed into his shoulder.

"I am so sorry, Danny."

"Shut up kid. Not a bad job though," said Dalton running his hand over the welts on Danny's ass. "You got the makings in you. Anyway, let's get on two part two for tonight shall we."

"We shall have a short intermission first," Mr. White said, "Gentleman, feel free to take more photos but please handle them with care." With that he got up and started to mingle with the crowd. Bobby left the room to get the equipment for the next round. One of the guests quickly snatched up Danny's soggy underwear and put them in his pocket. Others were feeling the welts on Danny's butt, or inspecting his stretched out equipment. Luke felt people fingering his earring, and suggestively putting his hands on their hardons under their trousers. One man reached inside Luke's underwear and gave his teen sausage a squeeze. This was revolting him, but all the touching was causing his dong to squirm! He noticed poor Danny still chained to the post, with his hardon permanent, thanks to the harness that he had put on the teen himself. He saw one man running his tongue up the back of the gangly boy's bare leg, causing him to shiver. He was ashamed of himself when, for a moment, he thought that Danny looked pretty hot, tied naked in just his shoes and socks like that. The thought left as quickly as it came, when Bobby re-entered the room and Mr. White called, to Luke and Danny's temporary relief, for everyone to take their seats.

"Friends," White began, "before we were sidelined by Danny's misbehaving, we witnessed two slaves introduction, to the art of oral copulation. Apparently, Daniel here is quite the fellator, judging by Luke's reaction." The crowd laughed as Luke's cheeks went bright red at the memory. "But it is now time for their introduction to each others rear ends." There was more applause. "Since Danny here is already in position, he volunteers to go first."

Oh god no, was all Danny could think. What was going to happen to them now? Bobby had brought a box in but he could not see what was inside. He had a feeling he would soon find out. He was on his knees with his arms secured to the post in front of him above his head. His dick, tits, and butt were still very sore from the workout he just got, plus he was hungry and thirsty. His dick was also still hard due to the trapped blood caused by the harness. He was straining to look over his shoulder to see what was going on.

Luke on the other hand, was quite concerned, as he had seen the contents of the box. Inside were two teenage sized rubber dicks! He had a very clear picture of where they were to go, and instinctively clamped his cheeks together when he saw them. He was handed one of them by a smiling Bobby, and told to go put it into Danny's mouth.

"Feed it to him, and make sure he gets it good and wet," said the junior trustee.

Luke advanced to Danny their eyes locked on each other. The blonde gingerly held the rubber phallus up to Danny's slowly opening lips. He was able to get about half of it in, before Danny started to gag.

"Come on Red, you took the real thing easy enough!" said Michael taking the fake dick from Luke and force feeding it to a struggling Danny. "That's it whore, you want to get it good and wet for where it's going. Get his bunghole ready with your tongue Blondie." The crowd went wild hearing that order.

Luke for the second time since he had arrived here, was faced with performing an act that was unthinkable just days ago! Bobby shoved him onto his knees between Danny's spread legs and kicked the redhead's legs painfully further apart! Luke was now face to face with Danny's little brown rosebud. Bobby shoved his head into his friend's buttcrack, "Start lubing up that shitter kid!" Luke screwed up his face. Danny's ass smelled of teen sweat and bum grease! There was also some dried up cum from earlier there. He fought his stomach for control as he started to give Danny the first rimming of his life.

Michael was still shoving the fake dick in and out of Danny's drooling mouth, when he felt Luke's hot tongue on his bunghole. It was like a jolt of electricity through his body. He suddenly forgot about all the pain, as waves of pleasure shot from his asshole to his brain! His leather-confined cock began to stir to life and he rolled his head side to side.

"Yeah, you like that don't you fag boy," Michael said to him as continued to feed him the rubber dong. "You like your little whore friend licking your butthole don't you?"

Danny mumbled through the cock. He was starting to press his ass into Luke's face trying to get more tongue on his rosebud. His cock was straining in its harness and leaking precum. He wished they would take the harness off! He felt an aching emptiness when Luke was ordered to stop. "Michael pulled the dildo out of his mouth and said to Danny, "Ask him to put his finger in your ass."

Because of his sexed up state he didn't even hesitate at what would normally be an outrages request! He heard himself mutter, "Put your finger in me dude, PLEASE," and he meant it!

Bobby squirted some lube on Luke's finger. "Go ahead Luke, he encouraged, grease him up real good!"

Luke was trembling. It was gross enough to lick at the entrance of Danny's shit tunnel, but to put his finger up there! Gross! He knew from witnessing Taylor's ravishing earlier, that he should spread some grease to make Danny more comfortable. He pressed his index finger on Danny's anus.

"Oh yeah dude, put it up there," the now very aroused Danny requested. "Put your finger in my butt." He couldn't believe those words were coming out of his mouth. He gasped when Luke overcame the resistance to the entrance of his boy pussy and got his finger up to his second knuckle.

Once Luke got his finger inside the warm shit chute, in didn't feel so bad, he decided. It was nice and warm. He started to slowly move it in and out, noticing that Danny really seemed to enjoy it. His own little bikinis started to tent as the sounds of the excited redhead started to turn him on as well. Without even thinking he added a second finger, stretching his love chute open even more. He was soon finger fucking the panting slut all the way to his hand. He wanted to grab his own dick, but didn't want to get whipped.

"Good enough boy, feed him this now, when he begs for it," Dalton said handing Luke the spit covered dildo. "Go ahead Red, ask him to shove the dildo up your ass.

Danny felt empty, now that Luke's fingers were gone. His cock was aching for release and he could feel cool air blowing by his dilated throbbing sphincter. "Put the dildo in me Luke, Please put it in me."

Luke held the phony dick in his hands, staring at the open love cave in front of him. He knew it was wrong, but hearing Danny talk like that to him was turning him on! He saw Bobby whispering in Danny's ear and wondered what he was saying when Danny blurted out, "YES, Yes I'm a faggot, just put it in my butt pleeeeease! Please let me touch my dick, oh god put it in me ohhhhhhhhh!" The young redhead was crazy with lust! Luke brought the fake cock up to his friend's ass, and with some resistance started pressing it in.

Yes, this is what I need thought Danny, as he pressed his butt back at the invading object. Oh wow! When Luke pressed home with the rubber dick, and it touched his prostate, Danny's eyes rolled back in his head. OHHHHHHH! He was drooling and moaning and totally out of control of himself.

"Do you want to cum boy?" Dalton asked

"YES SIR, PLEASE SIR."

"You are a horny faggot aren't you?"

"Yes sir, I'm a horny faggot, please let me cum pleeease!"

"Do you like Luke fukcing you with the dildo?"

"Yes sir," he was practically crying now, if it weren't for the tight leather strap around his dick, he would have already let fly.

Luke was aroused in his own right. His dick had totally recharged its batteries and was now on full alert, straining in the confines of his bikini briefs. He got even hotter when Bobby started playing with his dick through the cotton. "Do you want to cum," he asked.

"Yes sir," he answered still moving the phallus methodically in and out of Danny's butt. He then felt Bobby pulling at his underwear. Without even thinking he got off his knees to allow them to be pulled off. Now he and Danny were wearing nothing but shoes and socks, and Luke's now freed dong was standing proud.

"If you want to cum, ask Luke to fuck you," Dalton said to near crazy with lust Danny. "Go on, you know you want it! Tell him you're a faggot and you want his dick inside your little boy pussy, say it!"

The now broken redheaded slaveboy wanted only one thing this moment, and that was release. He would do anything for it, but he was still ashamed to hear himself shout at the top of his lungs "Fuck me Luke, stick your cock in my ass, fuck my boy pussy, make me cum, PLEEEASE, FUCK MEEEEE!"

Luke was so turned on he didn't think of what he was doing when Bobby took the dildo from him and stood him behind his begging slaveboy friend. "Go ahead dude, Fuck your faggot friend, cum inside his ass!" Wild with lust, staring at the gaping butthole in front of him, Luke gave in to animal instinct! With a little help from Bobby he entered Danny.

The crowd went wild, as Luke sank his teencock to the hilt inside his friends love canal. The feeling was the most incredible sensation. He didn't know what felt better, the blowjob or this. This was right now though and instinct took over and he started pumping in and out. What a feeling!

What a feeling is just what Danny was thinking as Luke filled the void in his rear. Oh my god. I am a faggot. I love this! What's wrong with me? He didn't ponder on that thought though as he had more immediate needs! His balls felt like they were going to explode! "Please let me cum sir PLEASE, I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT PLEASE LET ME CUM."

With a nod from Mr. White, Dalton reached under the frantic boy, and undid his harness. That is all it took. With Luke's dick, massaging his love knob, and his balls now unrestricted, the pent up lust in the boy exploded out of his cock onto the floor in front of him. It came out almost in a steady stream, like he was peeing spunk! "AAAAAGH, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh man, AAAAAGH, thank you sir, thank you!" White smiled to himself, as he knew that Danny was his now. Completely his. Luke would take more time, but he would have him soon enough he thought, as he watched the little blonde spray his own load all over Danny.

Seeing the spooge fly out of Danny's dick was all it took for Luke. He pulled his slimy funk covered dick out of Luke's turd cutter and started spraying Luke juice everywhere. He sprayed the backs of the kneeling boy's legs soaking his new shoes and sock with cum, until he fell to his knees in exhaustion. He started crying when he realized he had just fucked another guy, his friend for that matter, and he was getting a standing ovation from the crowd. What was happening to him?

Chapter 10

"Yes master, it will be done," Dalton answered, looking forward to the morning's entertainment and at the same time, wondering whom he would replace Timmy with. Yes he had become too big for his britches lately, but he was an outstanding lay. Oh well, he thought to himself. There are always other brats vying for the position of junior trustee and the associated privileges. He relayed the instructions to Michael and headed to the larger part of the resort, where the slave dormitory was located. More specifically to the punishment room. Yes, tomorrow would be interesting.

The punishment room, which was very similar to the dungeon in the training area except it was larger, as this is where all the 'trained' slaves had to report when ordered, was empty except for Timmy and the punishment detailer. The job of the punishment detailer was shared between the older trustees, who (unless something specific was ordered from above) dealt out sentence to misbehaving slaves. There were many odd jobs required to keep the resort running, and besides the 25 or so full time adults, the slaves were made to do them. The nastier jobs were saved for the punishment detail, just as Taylor was assigned to clean the two new boys earlier. The detailer, a very cute 16 year old blonde named Brian, knew that Mr. White had something special in mind for Timmy. It isn't every day a trustee is punished, much less demoted, so he had just cuffed him by the wrists to a hard wooden bench and waited for instructions.

When Dalton entered he saw Timmy chained to the bench, ignored him and went to Brian, who stood behind the small desk he was at. "Hello Brian, I see the little shit could at least follow directions once today without screwing up."

"Yeah, I couldn't believe it when he reported to me. I mean he was already wearing the yellow socks, I figured you just have him swatted a few times and be done with it," Brian replied.

"That would have been it, but he talked back in front of the audience and camera's, and you know how Master feels about that."

"Wow, he is in for it isn't he?" Brian said as both trustees looked at Timmy, who would not meet their gaze.

This isn't fair, thought Timmy. I just wanted to do was put the titty clamps on that jerk Luke. Why should Bobby get all the fun? He was very uncomfortable. He had reported to Brian hours ago, and had been sitting here wondering what would happen to him, handcuffed to the bench and told to be silent. He wanted to find out what they had in mind, but at this point he knew better than to speak. Plus he was quite hungry and thirsty. After his treatment in Dalton's room the previous night he had missed dinner and bathroom! He was moving his butt around on the hard bench trying to get comfortable when Dalton came over to him and slapped him on the thigh to get his attention.

"You are done as my junior! You, punk, are once again a common slave, and will be punished as one. Since the Master is tired, he has decided to wait until tomorrow for it to take place." A look of hope crossed Timmy's face, he thought he would at least be left alone for one night, but it was not to be. "Don't get excited, I am going to make sure you have all night to think about your future here! Brian unlock his cuffs."

When the other trustee released the tight steel bracelets from Timmy he quickly rubbed his wrists. The socks that had bound him had been bad enough, but at least they were soft! His relief was short lived.

"Stand at attention slave!" Barked Brian. "Who the hell do you think you are? Answer me!"

"I-I… I am slaveboy Timmy," he meekly answered, his eyes starting to water, as he thought about his demotion. Not Fair! He thought again to himself. He was so proud when he first put on the junior trustee uniform! He made sure all his former friends new it too, which was of course, part of his undoing. For deep down he was just a cruel boy who enjoyed tormenting others. Now standing in front of the two trustees, his bare knees started to shake as Dalton bored down on him.

"That's right, slaveboy Timmy, and so you don't forget it, take off your trustee uniform! I'll not let you foul it further with your disgusting hide! Brian go get some clothes more fitting a worthless little whore like this."

"Right sir," Brian said going to a closet, while a now sobbing Timmy slowly stripped off his clothes, starting with his shirt and shorts. He slowly untied his Doc Martins, and took them off and laid them atop the pile. He then stoop up in nothing but his little blue and gold briefs, and socks.

"Get your panties off and your socks off too asshole, you don't deserve them."

Totally defeated, Timmy slipped his fingers into his waistband and lowered his official uniform briefs. He stepped out of them, peeled his socks off one at a time and returned to attention, his hands at his sides, stark naked in front of Dalton.

When Brian returned, he stared at the naked youth, admiring him. In his nakedness, a cute tanline was clearly visible, with his nicely bronzed hairless legs abruptly turning snow white where the hemline of his uniform shorts and the top of his knee socks normally sat. "Wow, no wonder you had him as your junior, he must be one hot piece of ass," he exclaimed.

"Got the tightest pussy on the island, at least until tomorrow anyway. But I don't need the trouble from the boss, I'll find another cunt, I already have one in mind," replied Dalton as he took the boys discarded clothes, thinking of one of the boys downstairs.

"Here, put these on," said Brian handing Timmy only a set of underpants, T-shirt, socks and sandals. Both the other boys laughed at him as he bent to put on the clothing. The briefs were of a generic 'little boy' type. All white, Y fronts with a blue dotted line around the waistband, which he was told to tuck the plain white shirt into tightly. He next put on a pair of plain white mid calf crew socks. The sandals were also generic boyswear, being plain brown leather buckle up types. When he was done dressing he looked like a model for boys underclothes in a store catalog. Timmy thought he looked like a dork, which is of course what the older boys had intended.

"Very good boy," said Dalton. "Lets get you comfy for the night so you're ready for you big day tomorrow. Brian, what do you think, the stocks, dog cage, cross?"

"Please sir, not."

"SHUT UP!" yelled Dalton as he slapped Timmy across the face leaving a handprint on his cheek, "You just don't get it do you? You have no say in anything. Brian, get the cage. We are going to put this little pup on display in the slave dining room tonight!"

'NO,' thought Timmy. 'Oh man why did I say anything? They are all going to see me like this, all the slaves I have been bossing around. They would kill him if they had the chance.' He was still thinking of the implications of his public display when Brian brought in a medium sized animal cage on a rolling cart.

"Let's see here," said Brian opening the door of the cage and pulling something out, "Doggies need collars don't they Dalton?"

"Yes they do, what do you have there?"

"Here we are, this ought to fit the impertinent pup." Brian said, holding up a black studded collar. "Come here boy, come get your collar."

Timmy looked aghast at the thick leather collar in the trustee's hand. While he loved to put the thing on other cowering slaveboys, he hated the feel to them on his own skin. He new he had no choice at this point though, so he slowly walked toward Brian.

"On your hands and knees dog boy," shouted Dalton as he kicked Timmy's left leg out from under him, causing him to painfully crash to the floor. "Now go and sniff your collar."

The humiliated ex-trustee crawled on his hands and knees over to Brian, who shoved the collar in his face. Timmy obediently sniffed it albeit half-heartedly. He was then ordered to lick it. After it was wet with his boy spit, Brian fastened the vile thing around his neck. Timmy couldn't help it; he started to cry again.

"Shut up, and hop up into the cage," he was ordered by Dalton.

Without a shred of dignity left, Timmy crawled into the cage headfirst. When he was all the way in, he was told to put his hands behind his back, causing him to lose balance and fall to his side. He was shoved onto his knees again and his hands cuffed. When he tried to sit up all the way he couldn't, so he was stuck in a very uncomfortable crouched position on his knees, which were already sore from the metal bars on the bottom of the cage. Pit stains were already forming under the arms of his new clothes. He was also very thirsty, but still afraid to say anything, when the trustees started rolling his cage out of the room toward the slave dining room. As he was wheeled through the hallway of the slave quarters, several of the boys, who were not being used at the moment, gasped when they saw who was in the cage. Word would spread by dinner to ensure a big audience! They stopped his cage in an aisle way between the two long tables where the slaves took their meals. A blanket was thrown over the cage enclosing the silent, but quivering boy, in total darkness.

He must have dosed off, for he woke with a start, still in the dark, but he heard a lot of voices. He clamped his eyes shut hoping somehow he could go back to sleep but it was no use, he soon heard Dalton's booming voice, coming from right next to his cage. "Listen up slaves! I'm feeling charitable tonight, so I thought I would give you some mealtime entertainment. I'm sure you have all heard today that we have a new opening for a junior trustee. I want to show you what happens to trustees who betray the trust and responsibility given them by our Master, Mr. White." With that, he yanked the blanket off the cage, revealing the frightened ex-trustee stuffed into the cage.

Timmy was mortified. When the blanket was taken off, he squinted at the bright light, and saw thirty or so 'off duty' slaves, all looking at him and speaking in hushed tones to each other. They were all dressed in their formal uniform, as required for dinner. For the younger slaves (under 16), it consisted of a dark blue blazer with the resort emblem on the breast, light gray shirt, blue necktie, short dark gray trousers and gray kneesocks with a blue stripe on the tops. Plain black lace up shoes completed the outfit. The older boys' uniforms were basically the same except they wore white shirts, dark blue socks with brown shoes, and could wear a gray vest in lieu of the blazer. This was the default uniform, but by all means, not the only one. There were many 'special outfits' depending on what task they were assigned as well as the varied taste of the guests of the resort. As much as Timmy detested the 'schoolboy' look of the outfit, he would trade anything to be wearing it now, versus posing in a dog cage in his little 'tighty whities' in front of a crowd of revenge hungry slaveboys.

"Finish your dinner and bus your tables first, and then gather round doggy Timmy's cage here." Dalton told the gawking crowd. Dinner was finished and the table cleared quickly that night! Once slaves were out of training they were actually fed quite well. With their PE in the morning and the workouts the quests gave them, the teenagers required a good bit of calories to stay healthy. A sickly slave did not make any money, and once they were 'broken in,' Mr. White liked them to be reasonably comfortable, as long as they remembered who they were and who they belonged to! Timmy was quite hungry and thirsty, and watching all the other slaves eat (beef stew, vegetables and rice this evening) their dinner was torture in itself. He was really starting to squirm when the boys started to gather around his cage and whisper taunts to him. He heard comments like "hey pooch" and "hope they let me at him" and a host of other ideas that definitely did not appeal to him.

Dalton and Brian parted the crowd of gathered slaves. "All right slaves, pay attention. This worthless piece of crap in the cage here argued with me in front of guests, for which he will be punished tomorrow. Today when, out of the goodness of the Masters heart, I was to put him to bed for the night, he found the need to engage his mouth again. Which brings us here. Since he is rejoining your ranks, I figured I would let you feed him tonight. So you two," he indicated a two of the slaves in front of the cage, "Go get a bowl and go to the scupper (the bin where all the plate scrapings were dumped) and scoop out some dinner here for the dog."

"Yes sir," the older boy named Wayne answered with grin. He and the smaller slave went off on their task with enthusiasm. They were sure to find the most disgusting pile of muck they could to feed their 'dog.' This will be quite fun, Wayne thought. He remembered coming to the island six months ago, and being forced to suck off the little brat.

"Would you like a drink Timmy?" Brian asked

"Yes please sir," Timmy answered trying to be as polite as possible, as he was very thirsty.

"Dogs don't talk, bark if you want a drink!"

Timmy was aghast! He was also too thirsty to disobey so he gave his best attempt at barking, much to the delight of the assembled crowd of slaves.

"That's better doggy," said Dalton holding a large water bottle up to the end of the cage, "Come and get it boy."

Timmy was forced to maneuver his face to opening in the cage where the trustee held the bottle. Once he got close enough, Dalton grabbed Timmy's collar and yanked his face into the bars. "You want a drink bitch and a drink you will get," he hissed, "Finish the whole thing now!" With that he forced the 1.5 litre [0.4 gallon] bottle of water into the slave's mouth and tipped the end up, while at the same time Brian reached in and pinched his nose closed. Timmy was forced to take huge gulps of the water as he tried to breathe. The gathered slaves were applauding as the gagging boy was forced to swallow the entire bottle, only being allowed to take a breath twice! When the empty bottle was removed from his mouth, Timmy coughed up a lung of water, and collapsed to the bottom of the cage panting, feeling terribly bloated. "There's your drink doggy, now it's time to eat! One of you juniors, get a leash and get him out of the cage, I don't want him to mess it up."

Timmy wondered what was next as he was pulled by several of the boys out of the cage and a leash attached to his collar. A fourteen-year-old blonde slave named Peter, had his leash and was leading him to a bowl that was place on the floor in front of him. When he got near it a foul smell entered his nostrils. He saw before him a gross concoction of the uneaten remains of 50 boys' dinner. It looked like pig slop, and in reality, that is what it was usually used for! He couldn't eat that! Not to mention his belly felt like it was an aquarium!

"Well done, boys," Dalton began, "But he needs some protein to go with his dog-boy chow! Slave boy protein!"

Every hand went up in the room, every slave present wanting to participate in the ex-trustee's humiliation.

"Now now, I know that everyone want's to help, but I only need these two." Indicating Wayne and Peter. "Get over here and start sucking Brian and myself off, I will take you Wayne and Peter use your pretty little mouth on Brian. The rest of you may wank if you feel like it, but don't foul your uniforms!"

With that the two chosen slaveboys headed to their respective trustees and got on their knees in front of them. Wayne lowered the zipper of Dalton's green shorts and pulled the older lads crank out its underwear prison and started to lick at the head of it. Likewise next to him the little Nordic looking Peter started working on Brian's teen tool. So Timmy squatted there on his hands and knees while the two trustees were getting blowjobs right in front of him. He looked around the rest of the room, taking in all the boys staring back at him and the scene in front of them. Some of their tight little shorts were starting to sport tents, with a few boys shamelessly rubbing their crutches! He looked again at the foul mixture in front of him and grimaced as he thought what was about to be added! When he looked up again he started concentrating his gaze on the tight shorts of Wayne, on his knees giving head to Dalton. Even in his misery his boy briefs started to get tighter, for despite everything, he was a hopeless slut!

"Oh yeah, Wayne, suck my cock, that's a good slave, yesssss," said Dalton as Wayne slurped on his sausage. He had had his eye on Wayne for a while, and this was the perfect excuse to try him out! So far he was proving to be a good choice, although judging from the sounds next to him, small Peter was not doing so bad either. At first he was just going to make Timmy eat the crappy food and then go to bed, but when he saw Wayne, he got an idea. Wayne was fifteen, about 5'5" [1.65 m]; swimmers build with brown hair that was parted in the middle. He had the most beautiful hazel eyes too, thought Dalton as he looked into them as Wayne looked up while bobbing for dick. He looked very sexy in his uniform too, with the short shorts hugging his little bubble butt, which Dalton could see, was turning Timmy on too. He looked down and saw that Wayne was frantically clawing at his fly, trying to free his growing boner. Just then he hear Brian moan and push Peter off of his cock. "Do it Brian," Dalton encouraged.

Brian did. He knelt in front of Timmy and his dog bowl and shot a gooey load all over the top of his food. "OH YES, here's some spunk for you doggy!" he cried. The other slaves in the room started to applaud, to Timmy's disgust. Seeing Brian shoot his spoo, got Dalton very close to the edge. He pulled his cock out of Wayne's mouth and walked over to the bowl then kneeled next to Brian. Motioning Wayne over he said to him "okay slave, milk my cock onto the dogs food."

Talk like that really turned Wayne on! He eagerly took hold of Dalton's spit-slick dick, and started jacking it, making sure to aim it at the dog dish. Simultaneously he was furiously rubbing his own still trapped dong inside his shorts. He was Hot! He could feel Dalton's ballsack tighten in his grip and knew what was coming!

"Oh Shit Wayne, here it comes, OH YEAAHHHHH!" Wayne furiously jacked the trustee's dick, ensuring a heavy stream of teen goo squirted onto the already sizable pile. What a hot scene, he couldn't wait to see Timmy eat it! The thought of that though was to be his downfall, for when he imagined the boy on the leash eating Dalton and Brian's seed, he created a pile of his own. Right into his uniform trousers!

When Dalton had finished and put his dick back into his shorts. He noticed the huge stain in the crotch of Wayne's shorts. "What did I tell you all about messing up your uniform? I try to be nice to you brats and how do you repay me? For know just stand there, I will deal with you later. Anyone else," he asked the crowd. He saw one frightened looking boy on the edge of the crowd raise his hand. He was one on the younger ones, around 13 or so. "Get over here and stand next to Wayne here, I will think of something. Let's get back to business." With that he moved the spooge-covered dish under Timmy's face.

"Here's your dinner doggy, eat the whole bowl of dinner here, seeing as Brian and I worked so hard on it for you." With that he picked Timmy up by the collar and dropped his face into the bowl! With his hands still cuffed behind him, he had no way stopping himself, so his face landed directly in the goo, much to the delight of the slaveboys! "Eat up bitch, anyone can finish wanking off on the dog here it they want, but only if he hasn't finished. Call it a contest if you will. You better start eating Timmy if you don't want to be covered in slave cum all night!" That was all the encouragement Timmy needed. As disgusting as the vile dinner was, he was still quite hungry and he didn't want twenty boys worth of goo on him all night. He started to eat with gusto, much to the delight of the crowd. Four of the bravest boys were standing around Timmy with their shorts and underwear around their ankles wanking like mad, trying to beat the dog-boy and get a load onto him. Timmy had to admit he would have loved this if he were not the main attraction. It was just the type of thing he would have done. Which is probably why Dalton was doing it. The food was vile, but he managed to get it down without vomiting, although he had a lot of it smeared all over his face. He was almost done when a 16-year-old slave let a hot load fly all over his back. He managed to finish the disgusting meal with only one other boy cumming on his bare thigh. He fell onto his side panting with the mess all over his cheeks.

"Not bad dog. The rest of you put your worthless dicks back into your pants. You had your chance and blew it (slaves were strictly prohibited from playing with themselves without permission). Would you like another drink bitch?"

Although Timmy's bladder was quite full, and he was now stuffed with food, he wanted desperately to get the cum taste out of his mouth. He was afraid of what Dalton was up to but his thirst overrode his caution. "Yes sir, a small drink sir."

"You'll drink what I give you and like it dog, Wayne get over here and straddle the dogs neck and hold his head still."

Since the accident in his pants, Wayne had hoped Dalton had forgotten about him. So he wasn't really happy when he was called upon, but he was already in for it so he obeyed quickly! He walked over to Timmy and straddled the messy Timmy, locking his head in the spooged filled uniform shorts his gooey dick, resting on the back Timmy's head.

"Very good, since you already ruined your uniform, I figured you could handle this job. Open your mouth brat and prepare to drink," Dalton said as undid his shorts with an evil grin on his face.

Timmy didn't know what was going on. He was dreading another forced water bottle feeding when Wayne wrapped his gooey thighs around his head. Now he watched as Wayne walked up to him and pulled his dick out and aimed it at his face. Recognition came to him the same time the stream of hot piss erupted from Dalton's slit! "Drink it dog," he heard from Dalton. He clamped his mouth shut, but Wayne on orders from Dalton clamped his nose shut again and he was forced to open his mouth for air! When he did, Dalton aimed a stream of the nasty liquid right at his mouth. He was forced to drink it, to survive. The crowd of slave boys was shouting encouragement and loving every minute of the boy's degradation. As soon as Dalton finished and let Wayne release the dog slave, he collapsed on the floor sobbing tremendously. He would never live this down! He felt a tugging at his neck, and realized that his leash was being jerked. Brian was pulling him back to the cage. Completely broken and humiliated he crawled back into his enclosure and heard the door being padlocked behind him.

"I hope you enjoyed the show tonight slaves, a few of you will get to watch the real show tomorrow. You will know by breakfast. Before we go however, we need to help Timmy one more time tonight; he has drunk a lot of water, and hasn't done his business yet. As you know all dogs have to do their business before bedtime, so Timmy," he said looking into the cage, "go ahead and piddle for everyone before you go to bed."

Timmy cried out, "Please sir, I can't do it in my underwear, please let me take them off."

"You don't have any say in the matter dog," Dalton said. "However, since, I am in a good mood, I will make you a deal. If you can get, let me see, James over here," pointing out a small boy from the back of the crowd, "If you can get him to cum before we can get you to piss your pants, I will allow you to take them off."

"Thank you sir," said Timmy thinking this would be easy. He had been in on James' training and knew the lad had a hair trigger. He was looking forward to beating Dalton at his own game when he hear from behind the cage, "We got them here Dalton," from Brian. He didn't think anymore of it. What he did not realize was that Brian was holding several large feathers! When James pulled his shorts down and presented his cock to Timmy through the cage, its' head was already poking out of the foreskin! Piece of cake thought Timmy; I will swallow a little more spunk and get to relive myself the right way. He started to suck and lick greedily on the slave cock, and enjoyed hearing the young slave moan in delight! He was not prepared though when he felt the tickling sensation on his belly! He couldn't turn around in the cage bound as he was, but he soon figured out Dalton's treachery. He was quite ticklish, and should have realized Dalton knew this. He was starting to buck all over inside the cage as Dalton and Brian both attacked him with the feathers! He soon forgot all about sucking the slave's boner, as he was now just begging for them to stop. He was laughing and crying at the same time, and knew he had lost. He soon felt the warm liquid fill his underwear! The crowd cheered as the crying boy proceeded to flood his cage with his own piss!

"You lose dog," Dalton triumphantly announced. "Go ahead and finish James."

The grateful young slave, with his shorts around his ankles at the front of the cage, needed no further encouragement. He soon shot three spurts of jizz onto Timmy's crying face, remembering dearly how the junior trustee had treated him on arrival. Revenge was indeed sweet, in a slave's otherwise dismal life!

"Good job kid," said Dalton jacking the youngsters dick a few times, "Now put it away and go to bed, That goes for everyone, go to wherever you are expected, funs over." As the delighted slaves filed out of the dining hall, Dalton knelt down to look at Timmy, his once new underclothes soiled with his own piss, and slave-boy spoo all over his face and hair. "The funs just started for you dog, see you tomorrow." And the world went dark for Timmy, as the blanket was thrown back over the cage plunging the humiliated slave into darkness!

Chapter 11

They were a mismatched pair, the smaller David only coming to Wayne's shoulder in height. His pure blonde hair, blue eyes and cream white skin a marked contrast to Wayne's darker complexion and brown hair. Both felt self conscious in their skin tight suits as they wheeled the cage down the hall, David constantly adjusting his little package inside it's nylon prison. He was scared. Since his training he had done what he was told, no matter how appalling, without complaining. This was the first time since the awful training that he was to be punished. He couldn't help it. The sight of the little prick Timmy cowed before Dalton as the senior trustee spooed all over his food! He was only casually rubbing his dick through his shorts when, without warning it started to spurt! He tried to hide at the back of the crowd, but when Dalton had asked, he knew better than to try and hide. The dark stain on the crutch of his little gray shorts would give him away! So now he was helping push the cage of the fallen trustee with the hunky Wayne.

When they entered the punishment room, Mr. White was there along with Dalton, Michael, Bobby, Brian, and four other commons slaves that were being 'rewarded' by being allowed to witness the proceedings. They were all wearing their normal uniforms, and white was in his customary white suit. The two pushers felt goosebumps on their exposed skin as the thought of such an audience sank in, even if they were not the main attraction. "Put his cage over there for now," White instructed the boys, "Lets deal with you two first shall we, come here and stand in front of me, but make sure Timmy is awake first."

Now even more nervous the two boys pushed the cage to the corner where White had indicated. Once it was in place, Wayne pulled the blanket off to reveal the still sleeping form of Timmy. He was curled on his side; his hands still bound behind him, laying in his own mess. The smell of urine was strong around him, and Peter's cum had dried on his face, mixed with his tears it left a large streaked crusty patch on his upturned cheek. The light flooding into the slave cage stirred the lad. He opened his eyes and seemed confused for a moment before the memories of the previous night came back to him, and the confused look was replaced by one of fear. The two pushers came to attention before white just as he began to address the boy in the cage.

"Good morning Timmy, and welcome to your special day," said Mr. White cheerfully. "First we will get these two ready to help us, and then we shall begin!" He then shifted his gaze to the two boys before him. "You two know how I feel about neatness don't you."

"Yes master," they replied in unison.

"Dalton here gave you a special privilege last night and you took advantage of him." As he was saying this he was slowly rubbing his hands over David's chest, causing the boy to shiver. "I spend good money giving you the finest clothes available and you soiled them. That displeased me GREATLY!" He switched to the older slave. "You especially Wayne." Fondling a hardening nipple, "You know better. But you are both lucky as today I am feeling charitable and have more pressing things to deal with!" looking at Timmy. "Both of you take your trunks off, Bobby let's have them."

"Yes master," said Bobby handing White the instruments as the two cowed slaves stripped their skimpy suits in front of the crowd. They were both half hard, both from the fondling and just the feeling of being naked (except their blue crew socks and sandals) in front of their fellow slaves. David especially got kid-wood whenever he showed off his prick. When they returned to attention, White walked in front of them holding a black butt plug in each hand.

"You will put these in each others asshole's," their owner announced, while stuffing them into the startled boys' mouths. "You have 30 seconds to get them as wet as you can, the one in your mouth is going in your fellow miscreants dung chute."

With that the two boys started furiously sucking on the foul things, they obviously hadn't been cleaned since their last use! Still, they each wanted to help the other out, as they wouldn't want the rather large instruments to go in dry! The four slaveboys assembled to watch were all getting lumps in their tight gray trousers as they watched the two unfortunates blow the buttplugs. The thirty seconds were up all two soon for Wayne and David.

"As you should know better, Wayne you shall go first. Bend over and present yourself to David."

"Yes Master," said Wayne as Bobby removed the moistened plug from his mouth. With reluctance he turned away from David and bent over, spreading his ass cheeks and presenting a beautiful brown fuck hole to the slave.

David took the buttplug from his mouth. Slowly, with shaking hands, brought the small rounded end up to the entrance of Wayne's cave, and slowly applied pressure. At first he was met with resistance, and he winced when he heard the older slave gasp, but he kept pushing and the black rubber invader started to disappear inside. As he was twisting it to get leverage, he felt his dick hardening, much to the delight of his fellow slaves. Usually it was men shoving things into him, so he was secretly thrilled to be on the giving end for a change, never mind his turn was next. Finally the four-inch [10 cm] anal intruder was in-place, leaving just the flat rubber base visible stuffed between Wayne's light brown cheeks.

"Very good David, now it's your turn. Bend over and present," said White.

The little blonde nervously turned around, his hardon bouncing in the air as he did so, and bent over to present his pinkeye to Wayne. As Bobby had been holding his plug while he did it to Wayne, his was now almost completely dry! Since he had a tighter canal to begin with, this was not going to be pleasant he thought. He was right. Wayne being angry with himself for getting in this position to begin with, was even more mad when he saw that the little bugger was enjoying himself. He would take care of that! Reaching an arm around David's snow-white belly, to hold him in place. Wayne rammed the plug home in one thrust causing the smaller boy to shriek as he was lifted off the floor. He was starting to harden as well.

"Shut up, now both of you turn with your arses facing your fellow slaves," commanded White.

The humbled boys complied, both now presenting their plugged butts to the crowd, one white one tan, both with a black rubber disk where their shitholes should be, both with boners. Bobby produced a large leather paddle. "One hit on each ass for each slave," the young trustee said with a smile, handing the paddle to the closest slave.

The four gleeful slaves, two seniors and two juniors, lined up to give both boys their best shot. The pain was intense, as each blow landed; they would involuntarily clinch their asscheeks onto the invading objects in their shit chutes. David was openly crying as the last blow landed, leaving bright red marks on his milky white cheeks. Wayne, while not openly crying was sucking back sobs when they were told to replace their speedos.

This was the moment Timmy dreaded. He had watched the proceedings silently, feeling alone in his misery even as the two other boys were shamed. He knew what he had just seen was nothing compared to what they had in mind for him! He felt awful after being humiliated last night, especially after peeing himself in front of everyone! He couldn't stand the smell of himself! The worst part by far though, was not knowing what they were going do to him. He knew the master could be quite creative when it came to punishing his slaves! White turned his attention on him.

"Let's get on with the reason we are here. Wayne and David, remove the smelly little shit from his cage and clean him off."

The two just spanked slaves headed for the cage, every step reminding them of their filled assholes. Wayne opened up the door, grabbed on the leash and started to pull the smelly kid out. Timmy, feeling the tug at his neck, backed out of the cage. Having to crawl backward through his piss without the benefit of his hands, he fell in a heap on the floor, much to the delight of the crowd. Wayne then drug him over to a drain in the floor and held him by the leash, while David started to hose him down.

Timmy sat on his knees hugging himself while and crying, while the ice cold water hit him. While it felt good to have the piss washed away, David was not exactly being kind in the way he directed the stream of water from the nozzle, especially when he hit him in the face! When he was thoroughly soaked Mr. White held up his hand and said, "enough," the hose stopped. "Stand up and take your clothes off brat!"

Shivering now from the cold water, Timmy stood up and started to peel the soaking clothes off. First the T-shirt, which he trouble getting over the collar and leash, then his soggy socks and sandals. Then finally, he peeled off his little white briefs, exposing his shriveled up privates to the room. He wasn't clean enough for Mr. White though. Bobby brought in baby bath full of soapy water and a rag. "Get in and clean yourself off you filthy creature, and David, wash his ass for him," said White.

So Timmy, naked except for his collar and leash was forced to stand in the little basin and wash himself in front of everyone. Even more humiliating was the other young slave spreading him bum apart in front of everyone and washing his asslips. He turned bright red. David for his part was starting to get an erection again inside the confine of his tight speedo, while he scrubbed Timmy's anal ring. He had to admit the trustee looked hot wearing his slave collar. Timmy finished by scrubbed his crew-cut light dirty blonde hair then dropped the rag into the water and looked expectantly at Mr. White. "Dry the cunt off."

David and Wayne took some towels from Bobby and followed orders. David spent more time than necessary on Timmy's cock, causing it to stir slightly, as all teenage cock does when touched. Dalton stopped this by hitting David on the ass with the paddle. THWAK! He felt fire in his but as the paddle had hit the base of the butt plug square on!

"Knock it off you little pervert, you're being punished. Bobby put him in the stocks and blindfold him. He doesn't deserve to watch the rest of this."

"Yes sir," said Bobby dragging the shocked boy over to the wooden restrain device. When his head and arms were locked into place. Bobby placed a Lycra hood over his head. With one more swat to his butt, he was left there locked in the device on his bare knees, his erection now long gone.

"Let me see know," said White slowly circling the now cleans, but trembling Timmy. "What shall we do first? Any suggestions Timmy."

"N-n-n-no master," the frightened slave replied horribly afraid to say anything that might give him an idea.

"I didn't think so, pity, it's always nice to hear suggestions, but I think I know where we shall start. Brian get him in the work chair."

"Yes master," Brian Replied. The work chair was a wooden bench about a foot long with a backrest that was a wooden 'T' with the top of the 'T' adjustable to the sitters shoulder height. So that when Brian secured Timmy to the chair, he was sitting upright with his legs straddling the bench, and his arms stretched out sideways from his shoulders. He was held in the chair by tight leather cuffs at his wrists and ankles. His collar was also attached to the chair back and a belt went around his middle. When Brian finished his handiwork, the only thing Timmy could move was his fingers and toes!

"Now, my slaves," White began, "When I give one of you a position of responsibility you should be honored. It means you have shown yourself worthy. So when one of you fails that responsibility, it proves I was wrong. I do not like being wrong! So I want all of you to tell all of your friends what happens to slaves impertinent enough to prove me wrong. Dalton you may begin."

"Yes Master, Bobby the tools please."

The tools! Timmy hadn't even thought of that. The day he had become a trustee he was allowed to have his earring removed. Now that he was to be a common whore boy again, he would be re-pierced. Dalton wasted no time and no gentleness. He stretched out the bound boy's right earlobe and drove the stud through. Ouch! When his head was held tightly by Brian and he felt the heat searing through his ear, he screamed aloud. "OW OW OWWWWWW!" No one cared. He was surprised though when Dalton walked to his other ear and pulled it tight. What was this? All the slaves only had their right ear pierced. He had no more time to think as the pain of the next gold stud being forced through, caused him to cry out again. This time he was answered with Bobby shoving his soiled briefs into his mouth!

"That ought to keep the little shit quiet," said a grinning Bobby. It was amazing how former friends could turn so quickly when it was convenient. There was a hurt look in Timmy's eyes as he tried not to gag on his piss soaked undies.

Dalton was not done though. He started to roll Timmy's nipples between his fingers, gently at first, but slowly more roughly. He then really started to work on them, twisting harder and harder causing Timmy to struggle with his tight bonds. "What's the matter Timmy, you like your little titty's to be played with." He dug into his pink cones with his fingernails.

"MMMPPHHHH."

Dalton released them. Timmy's abused cones were now sticking out obscenely and bright pink. Which was just what he wanted. He grabbed a large needle out of the toolbox and showed it to the gagged sweating slave! "I think you will look very sexy with a couple of nipple rings!" he said.

Timmy opened his eyes wide with fear. He shook his head no as well as he could bound to the chair back. With evil in his eyes Dalton nodded at Bobby who, using needle nosed pliers, grasped Timmy's right nipple within their jaws and pulled it out TIGHT! "MMMMPPPPPHHHHH" Tears came to his eyes from the pain. He felt like a bolt of lightning went through him when Dalton shoved the needle through the pink nub! The slaves watching winced. Just as White knew, word of this would get around and make the entire slave population more subservient to him out of fear. Dalton followed the needle with a gold ring. Then the process was repeated on the left nipple. When he was finished he soldered both in place Timmy's nipples were on fire! He was screaming into his underwear gag and bucking all over the place! With a grin Brian took two ice cubes and applied them to his burning tits. Momentary relief was forgotten, as the ice cubes suddenly became hideous torture devices, causing his brutalized nubs to seem to throb in pain to twice their size!

Timmy was still concentrating on the pain in his tits when he hears a familiar electronic buzzing. He looked up to see Bobby coming at him with the hair clippers. Timmy's hair had been kept short since he had been here, but he wasn't ready for what was coming. With enthusiasm, Bobby attacked the bound and newly pierced slave with unguarded clippers, leaving him totally bald when done. What little pubic hair he had had was quickly done away with as well. Much to his chagrin, Timmy's rod started to stiffen when the clippers ran over his pubic bone, causing the small audience to clap. He was really surprised, and horrified though, when Bobby started rubbing warm shaving cream all over his scalp! NO! They couldn't! Tears were flowing from his eyes when Bobby took the first pass over his scalp with the straight razor! The job did not take that long. Even though he was crying, Timmy was careful not to move, as he didn't want Bobby to have an accident with the razor! Next Bobby knelt down and lathered up his crotch. It didn't really need it but Bobby could not resist. He wanted the once arrogant junior trustee to be brought down as low as he possibly could. Lower than a trainee on his first day! The conniving trustees were not done yet though!

Dalton spoke, "Wayne, Timmy here is very pretty now with his jewelry, but he needs something more, I think you need to help him look more sexy. Here put this on him." With that the senior trustee handed the confused looking slave a small tube. He looked at it and saw that it was pink lipstick!

"Sir, I don't know how."

"Sure you do, and don't fuck it up unless you want to join your friend in the stocks for the day."

"Yes sir," Wayne said. He waked over to the newly bald slave and knelt between his legs at the bench. God he looks hot like this thought Wayne. The sight of the completely hairless boy bound tightly and pierced, was having an effect on Wayne's crotch. In fact it was having an effect on all the teenagers present in the room's crotches judging by all the adjusting that was going on. He removed the nasty briefs from his mouth. "Purse you lips Timmy," he said. Timmy tried to turn away but Dalton grabbed his cheeks and squished them together.

"Do as you're told slut, or it will go worse."

Timmy reluctantly complied and puckering his lips together. Wayne started to apply the pink lipstick, his dick getting harder inside his tight speedos as he went. When he was finished he had to admit that he did a pretty good job! Timmy's lips looked luscious and full in contrast to his pretty face. There was a wet spot in the front of Wayne's speedo.

"Very good Wayne, Timmy I think you need to thank Wayne for putting your little girl make-up on!"

"Th-thank you," replied Timmy quietly.

"No not thank him that way. Little girl sluts like you suck boys like Wayne's cocks to show their appreciation."

Wayne's dick grew even more when he heard Dalton say this. Brian and Bobby were untying Timmy from the chair when Dalton told him, "Now get on your knees you slut and thank Wayne properly."

Timmy had never felt so low since he had come to the resort. His earlobes hurt, his tits hurt, his head felt weird, but most of all he had fallen hard from the grace of his former lover Dalton, who was now the master of his humiliation! He looked up to the bulging blue speedos, and started to reach up to free Wayne's straining teen cock.

"Wait a minute," cried Dalton, "I knew we forgot something. Bobby hand me the box."

"Yes sir," said Bobby handing Dalton a plain brown box.

Looking over his shoulder, Timmy could not believe his eyes when Dalton pulled a long blonde wig out of the box. "Now she will look like a proper little slut," he said as he put the blonde wig on Timmy's bald head. It was a perfect fit. Now kneeling before Wayne was a little girl/boy with pretty blonde ponytails and pink lipstick.

"Start sucking girl slut," said Dalton, pulling Wayne's speedos down with a jerk. "Suck Wayne off and drink his cum bitch."

With tears running down his face Timmy wrapped his pink lips around Wayne's throbbing slaveboy cock. The sight of the little made up tramp bobbing on his tool was ecstasy to Wayne. This was so weird it was hot! Dalton got behind Wayne and grasped the base of his butt plug and started playing with it. This was too much! When Dalton suddenly yanked the plug out of his love canal he fired a powerful blast of Wayne juice into Timmy's waiting throat! When he was done and pulled his dick away, a string of cum stretched from it to Timmy's pink lips. Dalton wiped it up and fed it to Timmy. He then handed Wayne his dirty butt plug and told him to go stick it in David's mouth under the Lycra mask the restrained boy was wearing.

"That's a good girl," he said, turning to the four other slaves. "Take off your clothes except socks and shoes and line up to get your cocks sucked. Bobby, Brian, Michael and I get a crack at some this sluts cunt!" Timmy became nothing more than an orifice for the eight horny slaves. The four common slaveboys lined up wearing nothing but their socks and shoes, dicks sticking out awaiting their turn, while on the poor 'girl's' rear, the four trustees had their go at his now ravaged boy cunt. It took over an hour for each to have his way. Timmy's knees were numb and his jaw muscles ached like they never had before, and his turd hole was on fire. His stretched anus felt like it would never close again by the time Bobby (the last in line) put his teen cock into the lads now cum flooded love canal. When Bobby had finally shot his load and the last junior slave in line filled Timmy's mouth with his hot jizz, he was comatose. As the last slaves pulled their slimy kid poles out of the whore, he collapsed into a fetal position, sobbing, with cum spilling down his chin and thighs. White knew he had had enough for the moment, and dismissed the crowd except for Dalton and Wayne. The rest of the slaveboys went back to their quarters, no doubt with stories to spread. White had no doubt that this little demonstration would help keep the brats in line, but he wanted one last demonstration to be sure. He spoke to the two remaining boys.

"Take the little whore and clean him up. I have his new clothes ready for debut back in the dormitory, make sure he is dressed properly. Then you, Dalton, bring him to the guest dining room for lunch. If Wayne here performs to your satisfaction, you may end his punishment. I will see you in one hour."

"Yes master," the two replied. Wayne got the hose out again as Dalton drug the barely coherent slave over to the drain hole. Dalton took the wig off and told Wayne to clean him up.

Timmy was in shock. He couldn't comprehend what he had just been forced to do. It was bad enough being fucked by all his former trustee friends, but having to suck off common slaves that he used to help torment was too much, especially when made up like a girl! The taste of slave cum in his mouth was overpowering as he was led over to the drain, leaving a trail of cum and shit down his thighs and on the floor. The cold water snapped him out of his stupor, only making clearer in his mind the humiliation he had just suffered. The only thing that left any will in him at all was the want for revenge! He did not know how, but he would have it. Somehow, in his mind, this was all the fault of the two new slaves down in the training area. He would find a way someday! He was snapped out of his revere with a blast of cold water up his butt! When Wayne finished drying him off, Dalton handed him a pile of clothes and told him to get dressed. His face went pale when he saw what he was to wear.

The pile of clothes contained a girls white frilly panties and training bra, a white blouse, gray skirt, blue girls knit knee socks, and patent leather one buckle shoes. There was also a gray hat and blazer with the resort emblem on the breast. In short, a girl's version of the resort slaves uniform!

"NOOOOOO! I won't wear that, no fucking way," he screamed before he even realized what he said.

"Timmy, Timmy, Timmy," Dalton said, "after all this you haven't figured out, you don't have a say. Wayne, pull the little whore over your lap."

Timmy realized his mistake as soon as the words left his mouth, but it was too late. "Please Dalton, I didn't mean it, I'll put them on, I'll be good."

"Too late whore boy," Dalton said, eyeing the cute naked ass, now spread over Wayne's lap. He grabbed the leather paddle that had been used earlier on Wayne and David. "I think six will do," and started to wail on the girl-boy's upturned butt!

THWAK, THWAK, THWAK, THWAK, THWAK, THWAK!

Timmy's already sore ass was really on fire! To make matters worse he felt Wayne's cock harden through his speedos with every cruel blow! When he tenderly rose from the other slave's lap, there was yet another wet spot on Wayne's swim trunks. Dalton saw this too and started laughing.

"You're a slave after my own heart Wayne. You've handled your punishment well today. Go get rid of your stiffy in David's ass over there and then go to your bed, and wait for your next assignment."

"YES SIR," Wayne replied with enthusiasm. He had gotten really turned on with the naked Timmy, squirming on his lap while he was spanked. To be praised by the senior trustee and then allowed to fuck another slave! This could go good for him. Not to mention the lure of the masked boy bound in the stocks on the other side of the room! He took to his task with gusto! Snapping the elastic waistband of his tight speedo under his ballsack, he took up position behind the unsuspecting David.

David had not been able to follow the happenings in the room since he had been locked in the evil device. All he knew was that his knees were awful sore, as were his neck and wrists. He was becoming very claustrophobic as well, with his head encased in the skintight mask and mouth wrapped around the funky butt plug that had just come from Wayne's moist asshole. He was half dozing when he felt his speedo being yanked down his thighs! He next felt a wet finger probing his tight fuck hole! It was going in and out, stretching his sphincter muscles and turning him on. His little Scandinavian pricklet was hard and dripping when the finger was replaced by a five inch [12½ cm] cock! He didn't know who was fucking him and didn't care. His prostate was doing his thinking now, and was telling him it was good! He started grunting into the butt plug, when he felt a warm hand grasp his hard dick! After two strokes that was it! He was firing his load onto the floor in front of him. For Wayne, that was it. When David started cumming his tight slave ass contracted around his cock, and with every shot of goo onto the floor, a load of Wayne seed was milked into the smaller slaves waiting shit tunnel. When Wayne pulled his slimy cock out of David, he felt content. The punishment was worth the reward he thought, as he wiped his slimy cock onto David's mask. He said thank you to Dalton and headed back for his bed, leaving David, still bound and dripping, to spend the rest of the afternoon.

When Dalton held the mirror to his face, Timmy wanted to look away but could not. He didn't recognize the person staring back at him. He was looking at a cute little girl starting horrified back at him. The uniform as always, fit perfectly, and if one didn't know that he had a penis, tucked into the little girl panties, he could have easily passed for a young female. When he started to cry again, it only highlighted the effect, turning his cheeks a bright shade of pink, matching the lipstick that Dalton had re applied. His horror only multiplied when he was paraded around the guest dining room at lunch, having to listen to the lude catcalls and groping of the assembled guests. An impromptu bidding session started, to determine whose bed he would share that afternoon. As he sobbed from the humiliation and fear, he thought again of the revenge he so badly wanted, but now seemed impossible.

Enjoying the brat's downfall tremendously, White pulled Dalton aside and spoke to him. "When the two new boys are done with their PE, I want them separated. I want speak to Danny alone."

"As you wish Master," answered Dalton, himself wondering what the Master had in mind next for the new trainees deep below them.

Chapter 12

When they got back to the shower room, Dalton was there to unlock their ankles. "You have one minute to shower, than get out and get dressed."

"Yes sir," the two slaves replied, now getting used to the routine. Each hurried to the shower to soap their sweaty teenage bodies down; each wondering what new humiliation the day would bring. When they got out of the shower and dried themselves off, Bobby was there to hand them their clothes for the day.

"Here you go Blondie, put these on and wait in your cell for me," said the young trustee handing Luke his outfit. It consisted of a white Bike jockstrap, black nylon shorts that were at least two sizes too small for him, and Adidas yellow and black striped soccer socks. Completing his outfit was a pair of black indoor soccer shoes. After squeezing into the shorts and pulling his socks all the way up, the topless boy headed to his cell where he was locked in to await his fate.

Danny on the other hand was given much more formal attire to wear, as he was to be taken to see Mr. White. He was given the formal uniform of a blazer, shirt and tie, and tight short pants. Except instead of the gray socks, he was given white dress socks to signal he was not yet 'available' to any guest that saw him. When he put the uniform on, Danny felt like a complete dork. Kids hadn't been dressed this way in decades he thought to himself, and now he was to be paraded around in this outfit, obviously designed to arouse older men. He did not yet know that all the slaves on the island dressed like this. Nor would he yet, because as soon as he finished dressing, a blindfold was placed on him!

"Trainees are not allowed to know their way around," Bobby announced to him as he tightened the Velcro strap at the back of his head. "The Master wants to see you in his bedroom, so start walking Red." With that he felt himself being led by the arm out of the room.

Danny's mind was racing a hundred miles an hour as he let himself be led through the corridors and up to the main resort. The Master's bedroom! What could that mean? Why just him and not Luke? He was afraid of what was going on, and the wolf whistles and catcalls he heard from the adult guests that he could not see did not help his nerves. He could imagine how silly he looked in the stupid clothes. In fact his white freckled bare legs, encased in the schoolboy shorts and the thin white cotton socks were quite a turn-on for all those watching. He was going to be on backorder for quite a while when he was added to the virtual slaveboy catalog that was part of every guests room. After what seemed a mile walk to Danny, he felt his feet suddenly walking on very thick carpet and was stopped. He heard White's voice.

"Thank you Bobby, you may leave now."

"Yes master," the trustee replied, and Danny heard him walk out of the room and the door close with an audible click.

Danny knew that he was now alone with Mr. White in his bedroom. He stood stock still, and wondered what was happening. He could sense rather that see that White was close, but he couldn't tell where. His knobby knees started to knock together as fear took over. He wanted to pee! He flinched when he felt the master's hand on his shoulder.

"Don't be so jumpy Daniel, you're quite safe here, as long as you do as your told. You will do as your told won't you my pretty little slave?"

"Y-yyyyes master."

"Good, I think we can dispense with your blindfold now," said White, undoing the fastener on the back of Danny's head. "There we are, welcome to my chambers Daniel."

"Thank you master," said Danny. He said taking in the opulent room around him. In the middle was a huge four poster bed with mirrors on the ceiling over it. On the wall was a huge video screen. White was standing in front of him wearing nothing but a white robe. Danny hated being called Daniel but he didn't dare tell the imposing figure in front of him. White was staring at him with those piercing eyes that cast as much fear into Danny now as the first day he had met the Master. He felt like he was being x-rayed.

"Very good Daniel, you look very nice in your clothes, do you like them?"

Danny didn't want to tell him the truth, "yes master, I like them very much."

"Daniel, the first thing you have been taught is not to lie to me. I do not like being lied to. Now I am going to ask you again. Do you like the nice clothes I have given you? Don't lie to me!"

"No master, I don't," Danny replied meekly, knowing whatever he said would somehow be wrong.

"Than you lied to me the first time, is that correct?"

"Yes master."

"I see. You shall have to be punished you realize?"

"Yes master," Danny answered with a quiver in his voice.

"Take your blazer off and hang in the closet. While you are in the closet, fetch me the cane that is in there and bring it back to me," ordered White.

Danny did as he was told. When he handed the cane to White, he was instructed to walk over to the large oak desk in the room, stop three paces before it, then bend over and grab it. He was starting to breathe heavily now as he new what was coming. He could feel the tight shorts ride up his butt crack when he bent over and gripped the edge of the desk.

"You slave's have to learn obedience and truthfulness. I despise improper behavior from my own property! Do you understand this Daniel?"

"I'm sorry Master, I won't lie again."

"Enough! You had your chance and must be punished. You will count out loud with each blow do you understand? You shall receive five, if you don't mess that up!"

"Yes master I understand sir," he replied trying not to cry. He was gripping his butt together and trying to anticipate the pain that he new would come. He was momentarily confused when he felt White's hand caressing his behind. When he felt the hand wander down his shorts and fondle the hemline he felt his cock start to stir, despite the anticipation of the caning.

White was standing behind the prone slave boy admiring the view. He was holding the cane in the air staring at Danny's shorts covered twin globes, and the backs of his sexy knees. Before he began he fell to temptation and ran an appreciative hand over the pretty youths behind. Ever since he had been sexually abused all those years ago in school, he loved his boys to be in a uniform. With that thought the spell was broken and the cane came crashing down!

THWACK!

"OUUUUUCH, one master."

THWACK, AAAAAGGHHH, t-t-two master."

And so it went until the fifth fiery blow was delivered to Danny's now flaming ass. His tight shorts and briefs did little to pad the impact of the thin rattan. When it was over and he was told to stand, he was surprised when, as he was standing there crying, he felt White's hands gently untying his necktie. Next he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it out of his shorts.

"Take you shirt and undershirt off Daniel and hang them with your blazer."

Still trying to wrack in the sobs, Danny complied with his orders, and came back to stand in front of his master. Wearing only his shorts, shoes and socks he was cold in the room; this combined with his fear was causing his nipples to harden and stick out, the pink of his nubs contrasting sharply with his pale freckled skin.

As White drunk in the boy's sexy appearance, he felt himself harden under his robe. He was going to enjoy the afternoon. "Daniel, take off your shoes and trousers, but leave your briefs and stockings on."

Danny's hands trembled as he performed his slow striptease for the master, he somehow felt more than naked when he finished putting his clothes away and stood before him, his skin crawling, in his 2Xist white briefs and thin knee socks. His eyes got big when White removed his terry robe and revealed his body for the first time to the youngster. What he saw was a remarkably fit and trimmed body, with a deep tan and a dusting of hair on his chest and legs. He was now wearing nothing but black silk boxers, and to Danny's chagrin they contained a very large bulge!

"Go lay on my bed Daniel."

Silently he complied, afraid, yet excited, as the growing stiffness in his briefs would attest to. When he crawled onto the bed the slippery feel of the black silk sheets caused him to shiver, and his dick to grow even larger. White followed him and lay down next to him putting his arm around Danny and pulling him tight against his larger frame and blowing gently into his ear. Danny shivered at this, yet his dong was now painfully erect inside his tight briefs. White whispered to him.

"You like having sex, don't you Daniel? Sex with boys."

Danny swallowed hard thinking how to answer him. He didn't want another caning for lying, but still could not admit that he liked other boys. "Master, I, don't know," trying to be as elusive as possible.

"Don't know eh?" White said, starting to rub him thumb gently over Danny's left nipple. He then took the lads right earlobe gently in his teeth and started grazing. He got the reaction he knew he would get as Danny closed his eyes, curled his tows inside his socks and started to rub his knees together. "Why is your cock leaking precum then Daniel, your making a mess in your underwear."

Danny was mortified as he looked down and saw the telltale sign of his arousal staining the front of his briefs. He was getting more turned on by the second, and more scared. He still didn't want to admit what he knew now was the truth. He was trying to think of what to say next, when White spoke again.

"Let me give you a little reminder Daniel," said the master and flicked a switch on a remote control.

The wall screen came to life, and to Danny's horror, he was the main attraction! Showing on the screen, was a tape of the previous night with Danny screaming loudly that he was a faggot and for Luke to fuck him in the ass! Danny started to sob and tried to look away, but couldn't force himself to. Watching his own ass get pummeled by a hot looking Luke was as an incredible turn on as it was incredible humiliating! Unconsciously he grabbed his throbbing teen cock through his briefs.

"Tell me you're queer Daniel," said White pulling Danny's hand of his hardon and placing it on the mountainous bulge of his own boxers. "Admit that I am right. Wouldn't you like to cum right now? With me?"

When Danny's hand made contact with the huge silk covered bulge in Whites boxers, he sucked in his breath. He knew what White said was true, and there he was on TV, confirming it! "Yes master."

"Yes master what, Daniel, I want to hear it out loud!" said White as he moved his hand from Danny's nipple, down his back to the waistband of his briefs. His finger wandered first over the slight welts where he had been caned, then between the now sweaty crack of Danny's teen cheeks, hunting for, and then finding his intended target. Danny's butt reflexively clinched around his finger. "Tell me you're a faggot Danny," as he started to finger fuck him.

Tears ran down Danny's cheeks as he blurted out, "I'm a faggot master, I am a FAG!" He was now riding Mr. White's finger and rubbing his owner's package. He had said it and didn't care at this point; he wanted to get off. Between the stimulation from his master and watching himself get fucked on the big screen he was HOT! He felt a void then, when White removed his finger from his fuck hole.

"I know you are Daniel, and that is just fine. It makes you a better slave. Here clean my finger off boy!" He said feeding the aroused redhead his funky finger. Danny greedily sucked on his master's finger, so madly in lust, that he ignored the tangy taste of his own butthole on his tongue. Shivers ran through him as while he sucked, his master was rubbing his underwear-coated balls, causing him to squirm all over the slippery bed. "Would you like to cum, you little slave whore? Do you want to come you little faggot?"

"MMPHH," he answered while slurping on his owner's finger and simultaneously trying to hump the hand that was rubbing him. White removed the finger from his mouth and stood off the bed.

"Take my shorts off boy!"

"Yes master," Danny replied almost out of breath. He stood shakily and grasped the waistband of White's boxers and pulled them slowly down, seeing his huge cock spring free at his face, as he pulled them down.

"Very good slave, now take me in your mouth and do your duty."

At this point Danny did not have to be told or coerced what to do. He instinctively wrapped his lips around the huge uncut monster in front of him, and started to slobber all over it while fondling himself! "That's it Daniel, get it nice and wet, you will need slippery when I fuck your tight little boy cunt."

Danny felt a chill go down his spine at these words. While he really liked it when Luke had rammed his teen cock up his love canal, the huge man dick he was sucking on now would be a different story. Still the man had power over him. In his presence he could not disobey him. He was his SLAVE! He slurped harder on White's massive fuck tool and put his hand inside his own underwear.

That was a mistake! White pulled his dick out of the greedy mouth and slapped him across the face. "You are giving me pleasure! You do not touch yourself unless I give you permission you little slut! Faggot slaveboys don't get to cum unless I want them to! Do you understand slave?" Before he could even answer, White spun Danny around and shoved him over the end of the bed. Danny felt his briefs being yanked halfway down his thighs. He next felt the head of an enormous cock head grazing up and down his asslips. Despite himself, Danny started to dry fuck the bed as he him master's mushroom stretching his boy cunt to the limit as it forced its way into his shit tunnel. "I knew you were a hot little boy slut the minute I saw you," White said as he continued to press home his missile into the boy silo, "your cunt is nice and tight!"

Danny screamed out in pleasure/pain! His ass felt like it was being torn apart, but at the same time his cock was dribbling slug tracks all over the sheets as his Master impaled him fully. Once the huge cock was fully inside him, he felt his thighs being gripped strongly by his owner and he felt the piston like cock start to rhythmically pound in and out of his ravaged butt. It hurt so much, yet he didn't want it to stop. He felt a need, an overpowering need to be filled, and to gain release. Then it was gone! White had pulled his dick out with a loud pop. Danny felt himself being spun over on his back, and a tremendous pain as White pinched the tip of his dick between his fingers. "I told you that you are not aloud to cum you little bitch" Danny's near orgasm rapidly vanished with the pain at the end of his cock. "I have special plans for your scum boy! Now finish me off with your hands." Staring at the massive dick now aimed right at him; Danny reached up and grasped the slimy tool. It was coated with traces of blood and shit, as well as spit and precum, so his hands slid easily up and down the huge pleasure stick. White's breathing increased and he grabbed Danny's head "That's it whore, jack me off, do it harder!" Danny quickened his pace sliding his now slimy hands up and down the one eyed snake that was staring back at him. Without any warning, a stream of hot white goo shot out of the masters piss slit and hit Danny right in the face. He tried to turn away, but White held his head firm while he directed his stream of jizz all over his face and head. When he was done, he wiped the sperm that had landed on his hands off in Danny's hair. For his part Danny felt like a cheap faggot whore, sitting on the bed with a sore asshole and cum dripping of his face and drying in what little hair was left on his head.

"Very good slave. Now take the rest of your clothes off and go run me a hot bath."

"Yes master," replied Danny sucking back the tears. He stripped his briefs all the way off peeled off his socks and waddled naked over to the huge sunken bathtub in the room and turned the water on, his dickhead now shriveled back inside his foreskin. When he had finished filling the tub, White got in and instructed his slave to wash him. Danny gingerly entered the large tub with the man, grabbed a soapy sponge and started to scrub his master as ordered. He started at his feet and worked his way up, trying to ignore his genitalia, but the masters hands guided his to his pubic region. Danny tried not to look as he washed his own shit and blood of the cock that had until recently been rammed up his sore butt. When he finished, White had instructed him to wash himself while standing in front of his master. "Get that ass hole clean boy!" he had told him while he self-consciously scrubbed himself. "We are going to have some fun with your friend downstairs and I want you to be ready. Would you like to fuck Luke in the ass the way he fucked you? Do you want him to drink your cum."

Danny almost dropped the sponge. To his shame his boycock started to rise at the very mention of sex with his partner in torment. He couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth when without even thinking he replied, "Yes master."

White gave a stifled laugh. "I knew you were a born queer, after you dry me off, go to the closet and put on the clothes that have been put there for you. You and I are going to go convince Luke that he likes to have sex with other males. Whether he wants to or not," he added menacingly. Danny toweled off his master wondering what he had just committed to. He really liked his friend and would do nothing to hurt him, but the thought of fucking him was getting him very aroused. He headed to the closet to get dressed.

Meanwhile Luke had been sitting in his cell wondering what was happening. He had not been left alone this long since he got here, and it was making him quite nervous with anticipation. He felt weird wearing the jockstrap, as he had never worn one before. The straps across his smooth butt felt odd to his as he lay on his small cot awaiting his fate. He was adjusting his penis inside the pouch, when the door was unlocked and Dalton entered. Luke jumped to his feet coming to attention.

"Not bad cutiepie, your learning," the senior trustee said to him as he inspected him closely. He started rubbing his hands over the crotch of the too tight nylon shorts, causing Luke to squirm. "Turn around and face the wall punk, I have to get you ready for this afternoons fun." After Luke was facing the wall Dalton proceeded to shackle his ankles together with about a foot [30 cm] of chain between them, next he placed a blindfold over the quaking youths eyes. After more gratuitous rubs over his charges smooth body he led the boy out of the cell, to the punishment dungeon.

Luke, being blind, had no idea where he was, and was still confused when he was laid out on a large wooden table. He guessed correctly though, as his arms were pulled over his head and locked into cuffs. He wanted to ask what was going on but did not dare. The last thing he heard was Dalton telling him to have fun and then headphones were place over his head. They were generating a 'white noise' meaning he was basically denied hearing anything in the room. He lay there for what felt like hours (actually only about 15 minutes), clad only in shorts, socks and shoes, arms tied tightly to the table and starting to panic at what was in store for him. It was frightening being denied sight and sound, bound to the hard wood and waiting…

Danny and Mr. White entered the dungeon. Danny had been aghast at his new clothes. He was now wearing a tight black Lycra thong, black high top Nike sneakers and white Nike socks. He felt obscene walking down through the halls with only the string of cloth riding up his crack and his pouch lewdly on display for all to ogle. When he saw Luke spread out before him on the table though, his bulge threatened to break out of its Lycra prison.

"He can't hear or see us Daniel, do you feel like having some fun with his body? Would you like to cum on him?"

Danny wanted badly to say no. He knew how wrong it was, and how terrified his friend must be. Yet his ever-stiffening cock was doing all the thinking for him at this point. "Y-yes master."

"Go and caress him. Rub your hands all over his sweet body."

Almost in a trance Danny advanced on his bound friend. He laid a hand on Luke's smooth tummy. Luke's whole body twitched and he tucked his bound feet behind his knees at the unexpected contact!

"Who's there?" Luke cried out at the touch. He had been lying there not knowing if he was alone or not when he felt the hand rub his stomach. It shocked him out of his oblivion. Now there was a hand running all over his body. From his stomach to his nipples, gently rubbing him. Next were his thighs, he felt his legs being gently pulled out straight as they were rubbed. Despite his fear, again to his dismay, his dick started to harden inside his jockstrap. It grew three spurts at once when out of nowhere he felt a hot wet tongue dive into his belly button. "ooooooohhhhhhh," he purred as the tongue started to fuck his inny. He then felt someone straddle him, rubbing a cloth covered cock up and down on his leg, in rhythm with the tongue fucking he was receiving. His dick started to leak.

White was standing off to the side ready to coach Danny, but he realized that the whore boy was a natural. He had given the horny red head permission to cum on Luke as long as he didn't touch his dick, and was getting aroused himself watching Danny hump Luke's leg. "Take your thong off Daniel, I don't want you to make a mess in it."

Danny pulled the skimpy garment off of himself, having to pull it like dental floss out of his ass crack. His dick, now free was proudly pointing to the sky as he pulled Luke's shorts down past his knees, helping to keep them together while he continued his frottage. He next moved his hot mouth to the bulging jock of his struggling friend. This produced more moaning and squirming. He was curling his toes inside his shoes and thrusting his pelvis into Danny's mouth. The taste of Luke's sweaty jock in his mouth was a powerful aphrodisiac to Danny. He wanted to cum badly and could feel his balls starting to boil. He had orders though, not to let Luke shoot his load until the master had said it was all right. He solved his dilemma by using the trick that White had used on him earlier. Just as he was to erupt, he reached into Luke's jockstrap and pinched hard, his cock right behind the bright purple head.

Luke was in a fit of passion. It was confusing but very erotic, not seeing who his partner was, and not knowing what was next. The feeling of the hot mouth smothering his privates was incredible. Just as he thought he was about to get off his feeling of ecstasy was replaced with incredible pain as he felt his dick in the viselike grip. He forgot all about release when he felt hot liquid spurting all over his leg from the slimy dick that had been rubbing him. He cried out at the injustice of being denied, but to no avail. He felt his shoes being taken off one at a time, then his ankles uncuffed. Once his socks were removed his right leg was secured to the table and stretched tight, leaving only his left leg able to move at all, and not much at that. He next felt one of his socks wiping of the scum on his leg and being fed to him. He was now gagged by the sperm coated sweaty item.

Danny was on a high after he came, but he wanted more. When the master told him he had to punish Luke now for crying out about not being able to cum, he was momentarily frightened at the prospect. Until now he was just getting off on the sight of his bound friend. He didn't want to hurt him badly. White swatted him on his still tender ass with a riding crop, and said if he didn't do it, that he would whip them both. He was beaten and knew it. Slowly however, he lost his inhibition. It was like he was possessed by a new found love for dominating another boy. His dick was already hard again when he shoved the funky sock into Luke's mouth. He started to run his fingernail along the soul of Luke's bound foot, fascinated at the way his toes would curl at his touch, his free leg kicking wildly. White handed him the crop and told him to administer two strikes to the soul of his secured foot. With trepidation he raised the crop, took aim, and brought it down sharply onto the unsuspecting teen's foot. There was a loud crack and a muffled scream as Luke shouted his pain into the cum encrusted sock gag. A tear ran down Luke's face from under the blindfold as a sorrowful, yet excited Danny brought the crop down hard for the second blow. He felt so bad for his friend he immediately started to lick the tender soul.

AGONY! That was the only way to describe the feeling of Luke's tender foot after the viscous crop cut into the tender soul. He was crying with pain, when he felt the soothing tongue bath start to take some of the fire away. He was having trouble switching from pleasure to pain, his teenage mind not able to sort out all the rapid-fire feeling coming at him all at once. He was still curling his feet as the soothing tongue, started journeying upward. It was leaving a trail of warm saliva up his leg toward his now reawakening dick. He moaned into his gag. Suddenly his headphones came to life with Mr. White's voice!

"Luke, Listen to me Luke. Would you like to cum Luke?"

He nodded yes hesitantly. He wanted to cum badly but didn't want to admit it to the bastard. The tongue now was licking the perimeter of the pouch containing his boyhood and he was starting to squirm. Much as he willed otherwise, his cock started leaking with the stimulation of his most private area. Next his nipples were caressed causing them to instantly turn into hard little pebbles. He involuntarily tried to raise his pelvis into the hot mouth that was giving him such pleasure.

"Luke, if you want to cum, you must first ask for it. Tell me you want to."

As if on cue, the funky sock was removed from his mouth. "Let me come master."

"In time boy, you have to earn it first."

The words were torture for Luke. He wanted to cum now. The mouth stopped. He felt whoever was straddling him move up higher. He next felt what could only be the piss slit of a cock rubbing over his lips. His tongue automatically licked at the precum that was there, and he felt the hard sausage enter his mouth. By now, he knew what was required, and to his horror, he was getting harder as he started to suck at the cock.

Danny let out a moan of pleasure as he force-fed his pale white prick into Luke's hot mouth. He felt his friends tongue glide over the ridge at the bottom as he slipped it in until his shaved balls were bouncing off Luke's chin. He didn't want to cum in his mouth though. He wanted his ass! Reluctantly he pulled his now very moist teen missile out

The headphones spoke again. "Luke if you want to cum, admit you like to have sex with other men. Tell me you're a queer, and I will let you cum."

Luke violently shook his head and shouted "NOOOO."

"Then why is your dick so hard Luke?" At a signal from White, Danny started to pull off his jockstrap, freeing Luke's hard member so it stood up like a flagpole from the prone boy. He started to, ever so slightly, run his fingers up its ridge.

Luke moaned at the forbidden pleasure. "I … don't … like … other … b-b-boys that way," he was now crying.

"Come now Luke, don't make me replay the films of you shoving your cock up your friends butthole last night. Admit to me now you're a queer little slave and I will let you cum. If you continue lying to me, I will be forced to punish you. You don't want to be punished do you Luke? Wouldn't you rather orgasm."

"Please, no, I mean yes, I mean, pleeease!" The confused and frustrated slave replied. He felt a tongue on his nipple. That did it! He fired out between sobs "Oh please let me cum, I'm queer, I am a fag, let me cum please don't punish me, I am queer, I have to cum PLEEEAAASSEEEE!"

After his outburst Luke was shocked when the headphones and blindfold were ripped off. There was Danny straddling him. It had been his friend who was tormenting him so! Before he could make any sense of this Danny knelt over him and clamped his mouth over his own. Luke let the invading tongue joust with his while he ground his crotch upward into Danny's. Danny broke the lock and looked into his eyes.

"Luke, I have to fuck you, I have to, I'm sorry." He quickly undid his restrained foot and placed both legs over his bony shoulders. Inexperienced at the art of sodomy, it took a few tries for the redhead to get his slimy prick lined up right, but once his head was at Luke's pink fold, lust overcame the lack of practice and in one thrust he was in.

Luke was confused. He was ashamed of being fucked by his friend, and at first it hurt quite a bit. As Danny started his rutting in his guts though, his animal side took over as well. When he felt his prostate being tickled by Danny's cockhead he started to moan. "OHHHH YEEESSSSSSS."

"Tell me you're queer, both of you," said White enjoying his own private sex show.

"I'm a faggot master," Danny said as he plowed the squealing Luke's butt.

"Oh god I am a FAAAAAG," shouted Luke as his dick erupted in a fountain of boy scum all over his own chest and face. "OH YES OH YES OH YEEEESSSSSS!!!!!"

Danny wasn't far behind. He was enjoying his first taste of teen ass, and he knew he wanted a lot more! Luke's tight boycunt however, was too much for the sexed up youth. When Luke came his ring clamped down on Danny's scum covered pole and he had no choice in pumping load after load of Danny goo up Luke's love canal.

Danny collapsed onto Luke's cum covered chest panting with exhaustion. He couldn't believe what he had just done, or what they had both just admitted again in front of the cruel master. What would this mean for the future? He let nature take over for now though, and locked lips with Luke in a passionate after buggery kiss!

White was satisfied. The boy's initial training took far less time than he had expected. It was rare he got two naturally sexed up boys in the same shipment. He would have to make special plans for these two. He still had the small matter of what to do about Dalton to deal with as well. I guess I will have to share my bed with him tonight and think about it, he thought to himself.

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