Slaves 4 rent : Choices

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Three weeks the slave had endured in the outhouse along with two other slaves kept either caged or submerged up to their necks in the filthy stagnant waterfilled hole in the room next door. there was no sexual activity in those three weeks. only the lash of the whip, the clank of steel chains the noise of water either dripping, running or splashing. the only noise the slaveboys made were soft weak whimpering or sobbing as the whip landed its mark on there pale skinny bodies. this type of domination was the suffering type. to cause them extreme discomfort, even agony. the master would keep them there untill he felt he had broken them. he did not care of the other two .

They were easy meat compared to this one. but he could use there suffering to try an break this one. the one he liked..maybe a little more than all the others. maybe because of his strong spirit. he turned to his minions. take the other two back to the dungeon. ill be along shortly.

He hauled the slave out of the icy water and unshackled him. the three weeks of being kept naked in a outside stone shed hardly fed anything had left its mark. he did not bother with shackles but merely dragged his emaciated filthy, mud covered body to one of the trees in the forest. he lashed his ankles and wrists around the trunk so his naked body hugged the tree. the master then pulled out his huge throbbing penis, spat on the end of it and pushed it deep into the slaves well stretched anal passage. he grunted slightly as the master thrust his manhood deep inside him and began to build a slow but hard deliberate pace. as he buggered him he pressed against his neck and whispered in his ear. do you want to remain here slut.

The slave shivered uncontrollably. i-i-i want to r-remain in your s-service sir b-b-but i dont want to stay here...i-i want to go back to my cell sir. i want to be fucked by your clients again sir.. the master continued thrusting his penis into the slave. very well slut you shall return to your duties. but first i think you shud meet one of the other slaves who was as disobediant as you. so you are aware of what cud happen if you displease me.

Later that day in the warmth of the dungeon rooms the slave was hung by his wrists in the torture room still covered in filth from the outhouse. semen ran from his slackened hole and down his leg, dripping off his ankle. the master entered the room with a skinny young slave on a leash on his hands and knees. the master looked at the filth caked slave as he hung in front of him. this is the bitch i was telling you about. sneered the master. stand up you whore. the lad stood up as far as the chains that were attached to his nipples and genitals would allow. he grimaced slightly as the master pulled his collar up pullling his nipples down. the master pointed at his penis. it was ruined. it had been split open from top to bottem underneath. he obviously could no longer urinate through his penis, but from the base of it instead. rings pierced the ruined shaft. these were then attached to the chains to the nipples. standing up would pull the penis up and the nipples down.

This forced the slave to adopt a kneeling position so as not to cause discomfort. he would spend his time on his hands and knees.

The master walked up to the slave hanging by his wrists. as you can see there are many types of domination. this little bitch might be younger than you but his enslavement is alot different to yours or most of my slaves. he wears those chains all the time. he would never touch his cock because iv told him he is not allowed, not that he cud cum properly anyway. but he wud never dare touch it. he knows that his enslavement means he must suffer the frustration of no sex. he must suffer the ache of his bollocks full of unspent spunk. leaving him almost permantly horny. he must suffer the humiliation of being kept like a dog while each night i make him wear a buttplug and make him swallow my spunk.

The master grinned as the slave who hung by his wrists writhed in frustration his penis now throbbing because of the kinky measure of the conversation. the master touched the lads penis. is that what you want slut or do you want to return to your old cell and only be brought out to be fucked by clients. or tortured for their paying pleasure...or do you want to be one of my personal pups? the slave looked at his master. sir... i like my cock the way it is may i return to my cell please? the master looked at him with an evil grin. but of course..a shame. the master thought for a moment as he studied the slave hanging there then left the room pulling his young slave on the leash with him.

The masters minions entered after the master had left. they grinned as they unshackled him you have new clients they giggled. hope you like fanny. the slave looked at the lads in horror. its two girls they informed him. they hate men so they come to the master so they can abuse the likes of you. they will make you drink there piss and lap up there juices... that is unless you decide to take up the masters offer and be his personal lapdog. the slave groaned. the master is a rite twat! he thought. the lads then took him to the clients.