1. A SLAVE'S LIFE


    Date: 3/23/2017, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Gay Male, Author: klammer, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    were called before. The owner likes his slaves to have short, easy to use names as it makes commanding them easier. The last Jon was sold last week so that name is available on the estate - there's no duplication amongst the slaves here, so that when we guards are talking about a slave, it's absolutely clear which one is being spoken of. Start thinking of yourself as Jon now, as if someone orders 'Jon' to do something, and you don't jump to obey, you're likely to get punished. Actually, a lot of slaves find it easier being re-named - it makes a separation from their old lives and their new slave lives. But for the first few days listen hard to make sure you don't miss a command!." They led me to a second room where there was a shower head in the ceiling, told me to strip, and shower. I'm not prudish and at the Club I was used to showering when there were other guys around - in rugby clubs they don't have those silly little individual cubicles, as you all shower together (after all, after matches, you all share the communal bath!), but having the two guards standing there watching me did seem strange. The soap had absolutely no smell, but it seemed to do the job, and it felt so good to be able to wash off all the sweat (and the remaining dirt from where I'd fallen to the ground at the airport). When I was almost done I turned around to face away from the two men to pull my foreskin back and wash under it. "Hey, Jon, don't be shy...." One of the guards called out. "Turn ...
    around, and let me make sure that cock head of yours is properly clean.... " I ignored him, and carried on washing as that's something you do facing away from your team mates, isn't it? "Slave... I told you to TURN AROUND! Do it now, or else..." I looked over my shoulder and saw the men getting their "ticklers" off their belts. I let go of my cock, and turned to face them, the water still streaming over me. "Right... Now, let's see that you're properly clean. Just ease that 'skin of yours back and show us you've done a proper job..." I was blushing furiously - well, you don't do that in front of other guys, do you? It's all right if you're cut to have your cock head exposed all the time, but when it's decently hidden by your 'skin (or mostly hidden, as in my case), well you just don't 'skin back and display it to other men, do you? They looked menacing, though, so I eased my 'skin back off my head, and stood there, naked in front of them, almost holding my cock out for display. Both men peered at it, and one said to the other "Nice one... He's a handsome lad, isn't he? I wonder how long before we get a chance to taste that cock? And I wonder if the boss is going to have him 'skinned?" Oh, fucking hell... What had I fallen into? What did they mean about tasting my cock, and what was being 'skinned? I went to ask, then thought better of it and kept my mouth shut. They turned off the water, gave me a small towel to dry myself with, and then a fresh set of the skimpy satin shorts and ...